#but then oof the guilt of leaving man

[alloutshirt]

read 100 pages of an actual book in the last few hours which is about 100 more pages than i did in almost a year :)

[imagine-shenanigans]

Hands on my knees.

Now I'm thinking of an au because of the nasty coworker soap hidden camera thing. AU where some prick you slept with left a hidden camera in your apartment for a live stream on the dark web (shut up i know its cliche let me live) and its a 24/7 stream of your bedroom with audio.

And one of the boys is a frequent viewer, watches a stupid amount of the time they're on leave. Eats dinner while watching their favorite show, etc etc.

(Dark stuff and NSFW ahead warning.)

Soap is the one who is the most impulsive about it. He's the one who feels guilty about it until he covers his own hand in his cum while watching you play a game on your phone. It's an insatiable need at this point. Can't cum without thinking of the bonnie little thing on his computer screen. You said the word Soap out loud once while talking to a friend on the phone or going through a list and he came so hard he saw stars. Went back and clipped the audio, he has it saved on his phone with other words, just so he can hear you say his callsign. He feels just a little guilty after he cums to you doing stretches.

But that's the allure of it, the taboo, knowing he's a fucking freak but doing it anyway. And god does he love it. Honestly the guilt fades REALLY quickly when he realizes how long the camera has been there, bordering on months. Such a poor thing you are, so vulnerable, so sweet. You just need someone to protect you from the nasty men in this world. Need someone even nastier to do it.

He makes the impulsive decision to go to the pub you mention on the phone with a friend. He waits until you're just a little drunk and "accidentally" bumps into you. Makes himself as charming as possible, smiles and laughs with you, until youre bringing him into your home. He positions you just right so the camera can see (he's recording the stream at home) and makes you as loud as possible, tongue laving over your inner thighs, leaving searing bites anywhere he can reach like he's claiming you.

(He is.)

He makes sure the camera gets a perfect shot of him cumming inside of you without protection. Hooks his fingers into your mouth so you can't stop the sounds you're making. He licks the drool from your chin and up into your mouth. Spends hours making you cum your brains out when he's not using you, well past the point of overstimulation by the time he settles, leaving you a hiccupping and sobbing mess as he rubs soothing cream over you, cuddling you to his chest so that this time, the camera can't see you at all.

He gives a peace sign to the camera after you fall asleep, and says "Alright ye bloody animals, shows over." before breaking the thing. Shoves it in the middle of your kitchen garbage before washing his hands and crawling back into bed with you. He sets up a new camera by the next morning, this one just for himself.

(and, if he releases clips of you two fucking online, that's between him and the rest of the god forsaken fucks on there.)

//

Price is shameless about watching you.

He knows he's going to hell, what's one more sin along the way? He indulges himself far more than any of the others. The silence gets to him when he's on leave, and what better way to fill it than with a pretty/handsome thing going about their life? He spends pretty much every waking and sleeping minute with his laptop open to your feed, watching you go about your day. It's mostly mundane, really, sick in nature but not a sexual thing for the most part. Of course, he gives his cock slow, languid strokes when he watches your hips eagerly buck into the vibrating toy you're using, whimpers falling from your pretty lips that John just wants to swallow whole. Too impatient for your own good, you need to be held down and edged for a good hour.

It's that thought that sends him spiraling.

How much better oof you'd be if you just had him to take care of you. Such a shame a nasty, terrible man put a camera in your room - he'll fix that.

He ends up moving into the flat/house next to yours when it mysteriously comes available. He really wants a cute little spouse to come home to - really wants to sit them on his cock until theyre crying and begging him to move. (And if he can get them to call him daddy, well, wouldn't that be a sight?)

He takes the longest out of all the boys, ends up being the model neighbor, coaxes you out like a feral little animal until you're spending more time in his place than your own. He hates that so many people (mainly men, his main issue is the men) can see you at any given time. Can take what should be his. So he waits until you're out for work one day and he uses the spare key you gave him (so trustingly, honey you shouldn't give things to strange men like him. He'll bend you over his knee until you learn your lesson.) and he sneaks into your room and moves the camera just a bit after disabling it. Just enough so its more noticeable in the light.

(If he steals a pair of panties, well... he does.)

And when you come crying and shaking to his doorstep later, he breaks the thing in his hand, and chucks it before he ushers you into his place and coos at you as he fingers you in his lap, edging you as you work through all those big emotions :( Poor baby, he's got you now, no need to be so scared, he'll get you nice and needy and then fuck you until you're brainlessly drooling into his pillow. He'll even be so kind as to slip his ring on your finger too, just to make sure you know he's not going to let anyone else have you anymore. That he'll make sure you're safe from now on, isn't that nice pumpkin?

//

Gaz I'm still trying to figure out how to write but I think he'd see the stream by accident, he's not gone looking for it, and he feels sharp revulsion when he figures out what it is while looking for some other information. And he's taking note of all of the things in the room, desperately trying to piece together where you live so he can do the right thing and figure out how to tell you about the stream. Definitely not because he's interested, and sure it's taking him a few days and repeated visits and- well, okay, you have this cute thing you do and- okay he's not... well he knows he's being a creep, but he's doing it for the right reasons. Totally. He's not... he's not being weird for no reason like some of these other creeps. And yeah, okay, he jacks off to you now and then, it's not that big of a deal, he's a little lonely and he's a little desperate okay?

He tells himself he's gonna quit, that he's not going to do anything, but then suddenly he's in your town on his leave, and he's putting himself in your path at every given opportunity. Of course, by then he's long since accepted he's being a real fucking freak by what he's doing, but doesn't he deserve something nice? Don't you?

And sure, okay, it's a huge ego boost when you do look at him and flush, when you try to collect your thoughts when you hear his voice. He smiles prettily at you and it all sort of spirals from there, until he's well and truly charmed you. He drops hints about the camera, but nothing directly implied. He finds a story on the news app on his phone about something similar and cringes, pretending like he isn't STILL watching the live feed of your apartment when he's in his own. Says something about how only a real freak would put a camera in someone's house. Good thing you've never done that to his place and he laughs, because he's never been to yours yet so you take it as a joke.

Weeks later, when you're doing a clean of your apartment, you find the camera and call him, and he comes over and hugs you, coos that it's probably not even plugged in, just some dick trying to scare you. He helps you run through who it could possibly be that did it, until he's given the dude's full name and address online.

He gives the camera a shit eating grin over your shoulder, looking directly into it even though you haven't pointed it out yet.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and offers you stay at his place for the night (when he really means forever.) He makes sure there's no cameras around you ever again.

//

Ghost is... the worst of them. In his own special way.

Assuming he isn't the one who put the damn thing in your room, he's definitely a regular on some of the grossest sites known to man, half out of sheer morbid curiosity, and half because he sometimes does end up finding things he likes. Your stream isn't the first he's watched, but it is the first he stays for. There's something about you that mesmerizes him. He ends up visiting the stream more and more until he's pieced together where you live and what your general schedule is. It takes a few months, but he wants you for himself - nothing else will do.

There's no preamble, no game that's played like the others. He forges a passport and documents and gets everything set up, and you don't even know that you're about to go tumbling into his net. He's quick about it, when he gets into your apartment. Ends up tying you up nice and neat, arms behind your back and ankles to your thighs while you sleep. Leaves the gag for last, just for the thrill of you screaming (so he can punish you) when you wake up. He blindfolds you, and moves the camera for a better view before flicking the lights on. He wakes you up with a slap to your ass, feeling himself grow hard as you panic. He cuts your clothes off with a knife, tells you not to squirm, and when you do and he knicks you, he just tuts and tells you that you shoulda known better.

Licks the blood from your skin with his mask rolled up before he pulls it back down (just a plain balaclava). He ends up hoisting you up so you're on your knees, positions you perfect for the camera to see, and fingerfucks you nice and fast, one hand on your throat to keep you upright, the other pitoning in and out of your hole. He makes sure to hit your g-spot/prostate every single time when he finds it, sets an absolutely brutal pace that has your tears leaking through the blindfold. When you get close, he bullies your clit/cock, moving fast and hard until you're screaming and you collapse. He tells you this is your fault, for trusting some prick and not even checking your own home.

Lines his cock up with you and doesn't prep you any further, only one orgasm and a little bit of finger fucking not nearly enough to prep you for what he's packing. He ends up fucking you hard, and fast, and brutal, still pumping your cock/rubbing your clit through the whole thing, not caring for anything but how you cry and squeeze so tight around his cock. He lets you heave sobs when he finally cums inside, no protection, and he pinches your nipples painfully hard to get your attention. When he's sure he's got it, he warns you not to let him drip out of you. Never tells you to stop crying, but tells you if you scream or try and get away, you will not like the punishment. He takes the gag out and you try to wriggle away, so he puts the gag back in while you try and apologize, ask for a second chance, and he just puts you on the floor, angles the camera just so, and takes the blindfold off. He tells you exactly how long he's been watching, how many people he sees in the stream at any given time, and then he ties a vibrator to your clit/cock and sets it on the highest setting it can go. He tells you to give the boys a good show before you retire from your acting career, and presses a kiss to your forehead through the mask.

He gives you an hour alone with your fans while he packs your stuff into the boot of his rental car.

[demigoddessqueens]

flower power

Summary: inspired by a scene in the last season of TLOVM. TLOVM and the reader are fighting some enemy in the fae realm and the reader gets thrown off into a patch of strange flowers. Yes, the sex pollen trope!! The enemy vanquished, the team checks in with each other and the reader is unaccounted for. They find them struck with a high fever and in growing agony. All eyes turn to the guys of Vox but the whole team knows of Percy’s long burning rush for the reader. He reluctantly volunteers, reluctantly because he doesn’t want his first time with you to be like this, but he doesn’t want you to suffer/die, obvs.

Read also here ao3

A/n - a million “thank you’s” to @zombiesnips-blog for this request

You had led him away from the group before it got more excruciating than it already was.

When you both got a good ways distance away from the party, you let your inhibitions run wild. All you could see, taste and feel was Percy. You melted into his body as you ran your fingers through his hair.

The more you deepened your kisses, tore at his clothes, Percy felt at odds with himself entirely. He WANTED you, and had been lost in his pathetically yearning thoughts for a while now.

However, this was such unbecoming of a young man raised in such an environment! He already could feel his heart racing when all eyes turned to him about the decision he would make, but now it damn near felt like it would burst out of his chest.

"Nngh...,w-wait! Stop, puh-please! We can't go on like this!"

You stared up in confusion at Percy's outburst as he attempted to make himself seem of good standing and not as a man trying to hide his arousal. But it didn’t stop the guilt he felt when he saw your expression.

It felt distasteful to indulge in such an act, but he couldn’t do this to you! Just abandon you and leave you out to dry in such state.

”Wh-why? What? You don’t want me..?”

He gripped tightly onto your shoulders as you could see the intensity of

“Of course I wanted you! I have since I could remember! But this?! You, me, this, your ‘condition’, and how it’s supposed to—.”

He cut off his stammering with a sharp inhale before he continued.

Cupping his face with your own hand, you placed a gentle kiss along his cheek.

“You deserve better…”

Peppering more along his face, they grew more heated.

“It’s ok, Percy, I trust you…it’s ok with me…”

Your words offered him internal relief for now. If things were different once your….”condition” wore off, then perhaps he could do this in a more intimate setting. You deserved that much at least. He would make good on that promise, but for now, there was no time left but to indulge you.

Already slick from the Fey Wild's pollen, Percy gasped at your arousal. Keeping his hand against your crotch, he began to rub his fingers against you with his hand down your clothes.

The heavy petting didn’t last long before you had him on his back with a sharp “oof!”

Undoing your pants and his, you grabbed his member that was beginning to twitch in your grasp. Slipping inside of you was nothing he had experienced before. So wet and warm, and such a tight heated fit around him.

Even though you were the one compromised, Percy felt his back arch off the ground as he adjusted to you. You undid the front of your shirt as well, just enough to where your breasts were on display.

It was so easy for you to chase after your pleasure, rocking your hips fast and slow as you liked. Just as you achieved one orgasm, another quickly followed you again and again. Beneath you, Percy could feel you pulsating around him. Bless his heart he tried to keep the moans low but there were the rare times you pulled a loud yelp from him when the grip tightened.

The praises and moans were strung with curses, and even if it was so crude, you thought him as ever the considerate lover.

He was a man not used to such outward displays of affections, but even if some straying eyes from his own or the Fey saw you, he wouldn’t give a damn!

What had seemed as a few minutes felt like hours when it was you two together. One orgasm after the other shook both of your bodies until Percy could give no more. He looked entirely spent and was beginning to gather sweat on his brow.

Collapsing into his arms, you could feel the effects slowly diminish from your body. Grateful for the “assistance”, you let yourself relax into him. Percy had you in a weak embrace but still felt his burning infatuation for you.

You both would find your way back to the group, but for now, the quiet moments were enjoyable.

[luminouslywriting]

Wishing you all the best, and thank you as always for sharing your wirk with us! Since you're still accepting requests for headcanons, how do you think our sweet, good Catholic boy Brady would handle an out-of-wedlock pregnancy?

Hi Nonny, you're so sweet :) I would LOVE to talk about this because I do have several thoughts haha. As always, my requests are open and keep sending them in! ALSO my requests are open for Band of Brothers :) Cut for length, more under the cut, mature content mentioned + some light angst sprinkled in:

-John Brady is a man who is out here and trying his best

-And unfortunately for him, a pregnancy out of wedlock is kind of his worst nightmare.....if not for the fact that it goes against his beliefs and everything he's ever grown up trying to live, then most certainly because he knows that you deserve better and his family is going to be extremely disappointed in him

-So I think there's a lot of initial guilt that pops into his mind and he can't really just get rid of. It probably lingers into his later life, tbh. Because how could he have messed up and done this to you? How was any of this fair?

-It's not that he doesn't want to marry you, it's that he wants to do things the RIGHT way and this isn't part of that right way

-I'm going to be very honest, I think that he absolutely starts scrambling to propose to you and put together a wedding—this is the 1940s, after all

-And yes, pregnancies out of wedlock did happen, but they were socially frowned upon and people were judged. And he knows that the stigma is not going to be good for you or for him.

-No matter what, even when you DO get married, people are still going to be looking down on you two and frowning upon things

-So that's a little rough in his head and he's definitely going to be beating himself up about the entire situation

-Because it wasn't like you two were actively trying for kids and he definitely should have been wearing a condom (*big sigh bc that's an oof moment*) but that had been the last thing on either of your minds when he got back from the war

-So here he is, trying to hide his guilt and trying to be supportive of you because you're the love of his life

-There would have to be a conversation about whether or not you're keeping the baby or not—and obviously he's leaving that up to you

-But that's also his kid and he's thrilled—just really upset that it can't be under happier/more socially acceptable circumstances

-The proposal is weighted down with the fact that you pretty much have to say yes—if only because you're keeping the baby and everyone will judge you if you say no

-It's very sweet and thought out

-And the wedding would happen not long after that

-And I truthfully don't think he's going to be able to fully be joyful about the situation until that little baby is being held by him for the first time and he's able to recognize that the timing was perfect and maybe God had a hand in things turning out this way....and it didn't need to be by the book

-He's still gonna feel some slight guilt over it throughout your entire marriage though.....gotta love that Catholic guilt

[redflagshipwriter]

Reassembly 8

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“Are we done for the night?” Something cracked when Kon stretched with his fingers interlocked over his head. Peter glanced over and deliberately decided not to comment on the flexible arch of the other guy’s back. 

“Uh…” Peter wiped gunk out of his eye and checked the study plan he’d written out. “Yeah, I think we got through enough. I need to finish this book tonight, though.” He brandished the classic novel about a giant squid that was a metaphor for the inevitability of death. 

“Blegh.” Kon stuck his tongue out. Like, weirdly out. People here sure were flexible and strong and big and handsome, Peter thought, happy for Kon but kinda bemused about it. Maybe he didn’t need to feel any kind of guilt about not being Spiderman here. Home needed him. Clearly, people in this world were like, built better.

‘...Does it bother me that I might not be special here?’ Peter wondered a little uneasily. ‘Kon can fly. I can’t fly. I don’t think everyone here is as fit as he is, but still.’

Oof. No. He didn’t think that was part of what made him want to leave, but the thought made him feel kinda guilty anyway. He started cleaning up his notebooks and ground the rest of the crystals out of his eyelashes with the side of his fist. 

“You staying for dinner?” Kon asked, too casual. He rolled his neck and stood up.

Peter hesitated. Did Kon want him to stay but was too shy to ask, or had he overstayed his welcome?

“I got the stuff for chili and cornbread. Do you know how to make that?” Kon’s already formidable blue eyes threatened a full transformation into a puppy pout.

Ah. That was the face of a man who wanted chili.

“Yeah, we can follow that recipe,” Peter assured him. He shoved all his stuff into his bag, taking care to keep the angle so that Kon shouldn’t be able to see inside and notice that he carried all the clothes he owned with him. “Are we talking like, Tex-Mex?”

Kon kinda bobbed up into the air for a moment. “...Sure,” he obviously lied.

Peter nodded serenely. Aight. Kon didn’t know what Tex-Mex was. “Show me the recipe you want?” he said instead. “Did you find one for cornbread too?”

“Nah, I got a box.” Kon zipped to the kitchen at inhuman speed and tossed a little blue box back and forth between his hands.

Peter managed a smile. “Hell yeah.” He shoved his bag under the table, out of the way. Then he followed his friend into the kitchen and took a moment to be grateful at how much things had improved.

He had a friend. He had a plan. He now had oatmeal and like, wasn’t fully subsisting off of stolen hotel breakfasts and whatever meals Kon hosted him for. He had spent another ten dollars on portable food and it was like night and day for how hard things felt. Peter felt smarter again. His mood was more manageable and stable. He’d found another small website job too, so he was in the process of making a little more money. Things just seemed better even though his material circumstances weren’t really improved yet. He was still homeless and had made no progress towards getting home but it uh, felt more like his problems were solvable, if that made sense?

‘Almost like starvation is bad for you, buddy. Shouldn’t need Dr. Stark’s degrees to figure that out.’

He choked down inappropriate laughter and washed his hands before investigating the vegetables that Kon had sourced for this meal.

They were about halfway through the chance to study for the university placement test. Things were going alright. Honestly, Peter thought that he and Kon were going to smash past the benchmarks they needed to get free rides to Gotham University. He would stop putting hours towards studies if it wasn't the most normal he ever felt in this place. It was a lot better than sneaking into hotel buffets or gym showers or walking the streets for hours until he could go to sleep unnoticed. 

‘Besides, it’s being a good friend to Kon. He wants to do well on this test so badly and he doesn’t trust himself.’

Peter tossed an onion overhand at Kon and started washing peppers. A split second later the pungent smell burst through the room. Peter’s lip curled up but he didn’t let it slow him down as he cut open and deseeded peppers. 

It was great that he was going to have a substantial dinner tonight, actually. It was a big night for him. Peter drifted off mentally as he cut vegetables, lost in his plans.

It was the big heist night. Well. If this counted as a heist? He was going to go do some paperwork and then print copies.

Hmm. No, okay, that was the wrong category of crime. Peter felt his lips twist into a frown. It was a B and E, but that wasn’t as fun to say as heist.

Whatever. The important part was that he was going to break into the social security office and make himself a social security number. He felt pretty nervous about it. He had the vague sense that there were probably better ways to get a social security number. Like, he knew that identity theft was a genre of crime that existed, and also that sometimes people used dead people’s social security numbers. 

But he had no idea how to do it. When your toolkit is climbing up walls and doing data entry, then… that’s how you should solve your problems, right? Right?

Probably. 

That’s what he was going with!

They finished their meal prep and left the soup to bubble while the bread baked. They killed time with an episode of a bizarrely terrible teen drama that Kon felt undying loyalty for. Peter kept his mouth shut and said only polite things  about the production quality of Wendy the Werewolf slayer or whatever it was.

“I liked the bisexual lighting,” Peter offered.

Kon stopped and blinked at him. “The what?”

“The pink, blue, purple lighting?” He furrowed his brow. “When they were running through the woods at twilight.”

“...I mostly noticed the guitar then.” Kon made a pffft sound and resettled further into the sofa cushions somehow. “I want popcorn,” he said thoughtfully.

Peter snorted and got up. “I think dinner is probably ready. I’ll check on it.”

It was, so he served it up. They both had monster appetites so Peter didn’t even feel self-conscious about going back for seconds and thirds. They cleared the pan of cornbread and scraped the pot clean while a second episode ran. Peter honestly put more attention on his food than the plot of a group fight prompted by Wendy seeing her boyfriend at the wrong moment when he got a surprise kiss from her rival on the cheerleading team. Personally, Peter thought Wendy should be more concerned about her narrative foil Wanda, who was obviously a fake friend.

The screen paused. Peter paused in his quest to get the last dregs of chili and watched with curiosity as Kon dug out ice cream and offered Peter a chocolate bar. 

“Oh heck yes,” Peter said reverentially. He tore the package open with his teeth. “Thanks, man.” He abandoned the last droplets of real food and sank his teeth into the dessert.

“Thank Lex,” Kon said, in that weirdly slightly tense voice he got whenever he said things like that.

Peter waited a moment, internally debating. It wasn’t his business. Except it was, because Kon was his friend. He ventured, “You don’t have to credit Lex if it makes you feel bad, you know?”

“Huh?” Kon blinked at him, eyes suddenly so intense that it felt like Peter was being X-rayed.

Peter shrugged and broke eye contact. “Lex is your parent, right?” he checked, not totally certain he had a handle on Kon’s personal life. The guy dodged questions left and right. “And has conditions on it?” He remembered that bit. Indignation made his voice get a little louder and strident. “You don’t actually owe your parents anything. It’s their responsibility to take care of you. If they don’t treat you right, you can just get out as soon as possible and you don’t have to feel bad that they fed you. You’re not an adult.” 

Kon ran his tongue along his teeth and then took a big suck on his ice cream to avoid answering.

Ah, shit. He didn’t want things to be awkward. He needed a joke to break the tension fast. Peter remembered Kon’s earlier joke and threw out, “You’re like two years old, Kon, no one should expect you to be independent.”

Kon snorted ice cream out his nose and then keened in unhappy surprise. Chocolate splattered onto Peter’s face.

Peter snorted too, too surprised to be disgusted. “Ew!” He choked out. 

Kon shot him a look that said ‘don’t you dare’ but Peter started laughing anyway. “Choco nose,” he managed between cackles.

“I’m divorcing you,” Kon said sulkily, and floated off the sofa. He resettled down on the lone chair and pouted at maximum power. “You can’t laugh at me when I hurt myself with ice cream.”

Peter had been winding down but that set him off again. “Div-divorce,” he gasped. He bent over to put his face on his hands and tried to cover his mouth with his hands to maybe muffle the laughter. “Did we have a pre-nup?” 

“No, because I used to trust you!” Kon wailed, and then he was laughing too.

Peter felt pretty good about his life when he slung his bag over his shoulder and waved goodnight to Kon. He jogged down the 18 flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator out of Kon’s building, humming to himself. He immediately turned to his one-time location instead of towards the library.

Weirdly, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up like he was being watched. He tensed. He extended his senses out to pinpoint the feeling. Someone on the streets? Someone watching from a window?

‘I don't hear anyone. I just feel paranoid because I'm on my way to commit a paperwork crime.’

Peter hunched his shoulders up towards his ears and tried to ignore it. There was no one here.

It seemed risky to bring all his personal belongings along to the scene of a crime. So the first thing that Peter did after arriving was scope out a nearby building where he could ditch his bag. Once he had stashed it out of sight he set out figuring out how to get inside without setting off their security system. 

This building was clearly a little better-funded than the office of vital statistics had been. Peter spidered around identifying the cameras and what they covered. There was just no way to approach any of the doors without getting caught on film. Good for them. He climbed up the adjoining building and leapt across to cling to the right building. Then he hunted down a good window and forced it open with a guilty grimace. He hurt his fingers a little, grinding them into the crevice to get enough grip to force the frame to bust right through the mechanism of the poor lock. The sad thing fell off and landed inside with a quiet thump.

Peter waited a bit to see if anyone had heard that or if any super high-tech alarm would start to wail. 

Nothing. Zilch. Nada.

“It is a government building,” Peter muttered to himself, and sheepishly slunk inside to start his errand. He waited to let his eyes adjust to the near total darkness inside. It was a good thing that he was spidery, honestly, because turning on a light would have been a really bad idea. 

He had to boot up a computer and then search around for whatever program they used. It took forever to find it by running everything he didn't recognize and then clicking around inside. The dull light of the computer screen sent a faint flutter of anxiety through his body but come on, it wasn't that bright. He hunched over it to block the light with his body.

Luckily it wasn't actually that hard to figure out the form when he found it. It was just, uh. 

“Forgery,” Peter said under his breath, aghast when he realized that there was a name for someone doing this. Yikes. He was doing another crime that he'd forgotten about. Doing his paperwork was a separate crime from the B&E, huh.

Well. Gotta do what ya gotta do. He was a person and he deserved the benefits of personhood to navigate society. 

‘Still feels like I'm being watched. No way do they have cameras good enough for that, though. I need to just do this and get out of here.’

He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the lingering unease. Jeeze. He really wasn't cut out for crime. 

He wrote his actual parents’ names on the form, his real birthday on the adjusted year, and went with the hospital he'd picked out earlier for his place of birth. “I hope this is all I need to do to actually register…” Peter fidgeted and hit print. He got himself two copies and carefully tucked them away in two different pockets, struck by a weird paranoia.

He double-checked his work. He looked up himself in their database and confirmed that the record for Peter Parker was there, with the newly issued number. He swallowed down nerves and shut down the computer. He left out the same window as before. He skittered over to where he'd left his bag and he made direct eye contact with a friggin ninja.

‘Heck.’

[dsaf-confessions]

So like after making that I think Steven's tragedy is overlooked confession I realised it isn't just him but also everyone else . Including Jack & Dave the most popular characters in this fandom

So like Dee. She was a child. I think around 6 years old. Idk but Im sure she wasn't even 10. And she also died in her birthday??. So like imagine being so young going to a pizzeria to celebrate your birthday, and then, you get killed by a pink fuck, in a place you thought was supposed to be fun and harmless children entertainment fun. And then said pink fuck, FORCES your soul in an animatronic. So like you spend decades, trying to save other children so they won't end up like you. Jesus, she tried her hardest to save other children, to help give them their happiest day that was taken away from them at such young ages. But it was a cycle of failure. She couldn't save them. She was still, a child, like them. A child that was forced to mature at such young age. Can only do much. It's so fucking tragic. I love her I rlly wanna hug her.

Peter. People seem to say that he abandoned Dee and Jack. But I don't think he did. He just moved on with his wife. That's kinda what married people do. Just because he wasn't there, doesn't mean he outright abandoned them. If he had. I don't think Jack would had run off to his place for help after his and Dee's death. Or that Henry's line about his family dying just to get away from him, and that he meant more as a phone guy than he did to his family when he was alive. Would had affected him, if he actually tried getting away from them. He feels bad for not being there for them. I don't blame him. He was a working man. He probably COULDN'T be there at Dee's party cause of work. Fazbender's is a shit ass place to work at anyway. He still blames himself. For his family falling apart. For leaving. He spent many years slaved at Freddy's while also having flashbacks/memories when he was alive. Sounds awful. His suicidal outburst in the evil route isn't talked about enough. He wanted to die. If it meant he'd see Caroline again. Oof

Even Jack and Dave's tragedies are overlooked.

Dave's backstory is so messed that it actually makes me sick in my stomach. No kidding. (Not saying it's bad or anything) So I'd prefer to not talk too much about it. Hope you understand .But in a nutshell. It's about someone who never had any kind of love growing up desperately trying to get the approval/love of the people he loves. And even considers family. So much that he's willing to take any kind of abuse, fucked up experiments, manipulation and literally killing him. To be with them. Cause he never had any love. He thinks they care for him. And that's enough for him to literally cheat death and posses his own corpse, over, and over, and over again. Just to be with them. That he was willing to murder. For them. Cause they told him he was doing good. Jesus. It's messed up.

Jack's own tragedy, and blackjack's, he lost his parents and was left as an orphan to take care of his sister at an actually young age. I think he was in his 19-20s when that happened. In fact Im sure he wasn't even old enough to drink on the state he lives in. Which I think already explains how messed up his mental health actually was. And then one day he messed up. He left Dee and that led to her death. He tried to find her, to save her. It cost him his own life. He was dead, soulless, people didn't saw him as human. They knew him as the ' scary orange man/guy'. But he made a promise. It's sad, one of the very few times he's actually acknowledged as human. Is the dsaf 3 good ending. Aka where he literally did everything for everyone knowing that in the end he couldn't pass on and get his own happiest day. And blackjack's regret. It was so strong that it gave him the power to go back in time. Just cause his guilt to turn back the clock and save Dee was that strong.

I think people should start seeing dsaf as something more than just "haha funny orange and aubergine guys have sex in Vegas". There are so many other things to it than davesport. For a series that's as much of a shitpost as dsaf. It's actually filled with angst. And so much potential only for the fandom to focus only on one part of it.

Anyway hi.

Can you guys that I like angst by now?

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[ninjagirlstar5]

I love Haru, but he does deserve to get slapped every now and then for his pervertedness.

So, Haru is a pilot, that goes without saying with his hat and goggles as that's the most clear indication of his Ultimate Talent. His OG design was alright and I liked it as is. But I guess I just wanted to push his pilot design a little bit more while still keeping to his very casual look. So I, uh, replaced his vest with a bomber jacket. I'm sorry but I just wasn't feeling the vest as it looks like some kind of jacket that had it's sleeves ripped off and Haru decided to wear that cause he thinks it looks cool...which is actually pretty in character for him so it's not a bad design choice honestly, fkdgytdklymtlkym. I was just in the mood for a bomber jacket, so I gave Haru a bomber jacket. I just pushed the sleeves up juuust below the elbow to give the impression that he's pretty chill. When his temper is not flaring up, at least. But otherwise he's a pretty chill dude that just...wants to hang out and do dumb (perhaps even dangerous) teenage things and even go on a date or two. Anyways, back to the jacket, I also had it unzipped below his collar to again push the fact that he's pretty casual. But looking back on it now, I feel like I should've left the jacket completely open like his old vest. It would just fit his vibes better. But I decided not to go back and change the sprite simply because I was lazy and I didn't want to go through all the effort of erasing the linework and stuff. Just know the next time I draw him, I'm going to leave his jacket open. Also, I find it interesting that Haru's OG sprite has what looks to be a military symbol on his sleeve?? And his likes aside from women (of course) is also the military, at least according to the wiki. Which makes me think that Haru is a military brat of some sort, like one of his parents, probably his dad, was a pilot for the military or something. I could just be overanalyzing this but I don't think LINUJ would add these to his character without some kind of purpose. It'd be better if we actually had an idea of what his home life actually was, but alas, all we got in his FTEs was his love life (and his guilt over his role in Kiyoka's death, oof). Anyways, I decided to make that symbol on his sleeve a little more clearer on his jacket and I changed his necklace to dog tags to tie it all together. I found his blue necklace in his OG design kinda just...there...to fill in some space on his torso. And I thought it was kinda meh and out of place for such a plain necklace, so changing it to a pair of dog tags fits the whole military thing way better. After that, I changed his shoes to boots and gave him a ponytail cause...honestly, I just wanted to give him a ponytail. I love it when male characters have ponytails so Haru was lucky enough for my brain to go, "ponytail, now" while I was designing him. It kind helps his hair stand out when he's wearing his hat as it mostly covers his bangs in this redesign, not like in his OG sprite where tufts of his hair peaks out from underneath. Besides, I can see Haru being the kind of guy to grow out his hair, even if it's against regulations or something, like, say, occasionally serving in the military. For someone who seems to be interested in the military, perhaps even worked for it as a pilot, Haru actually has no issue in arguing against authority figures. No, seriously, if he's not arguing with Teruya in the killing game, he's butting heads with Kinjo. He may fall in line once, but if he has an issue with you, he doesn't hesitate to say it, regardless of your position. And with that, I just adjusted his color palette, desaturated his skin tone a little bit while making sure he remained tanned and that was it. Haru is done!

Man, I miss Haru. I feel like he really shined in Chapter 4 but I enjoy the little details of his character outside of his usual role of being the "comic relief."

[spacedlexi]

Of all the difficult choices in each season of TWDG, What would say are the ones that you struggled with the most for each season?

HMM good question. there are some choices i feel conflicted about when i get to them but these are for the most part the ones that i actively dread having to make (which i like 😏 those are the best choices). there are other choices throughout the series that i feel Bad about, but not necessarily conflicted. like. i Know what my choice is, but i still feel bad about the consequences 😔 these are the ones that i actually mentally find myself battling. i just love the kinds of choices that make me sit on a pause screen for too long when its really Not That Serious

S1: help lilly/help kenny - the circumstances of this choice are what make it hard. literally a ticking time bomb. do you try to save lillys father? even tho hes been nothing but a complete jackass to you AND the group this entire time and put himself in this situation? or do you try to save the group by destroying his brain before its too late? clem being there watching doesnt help because now theres the added layer of "do i brutally murder this man in front of this child even if it means saving her life?" i usually end up trying to help lilly just because i know kenny is gonna do it regardless (and i dont want her to feel completely ostracized by the group). the idea of puling this woman back from her dying father so we can brutally murder him in front of her is.... a lot. like.. you can TRY to save him you know?? even if he turns hed still have to get off the ground first just hold the salt lick ready kenny 💀 plus you still have to actually Die first before turning. theyd have a second to feel his pulse stop. but its a very hectic scene where youre forced to act first think later. and either way clem is forced to see it. the worst part about it is knowing kenny is gonna be on my ass about it even tho i side with him on LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE 😐😑

shoot lee/leave lee - its just 😭 telling this little girl to kill the one person she has left, moments after seeing her dead parents. its time for her to start doing the hard things. but to tell her to do THIS?? you are fucking that child up beyond belief. but also the guilt she'll carry if she DOESNT do it, knowing hes still in that jewelry store, possibly chained to it, forever (which the narrative impact of lee starting and ending the game in handcuffs (possibly a prisoner in his own body??) makes me SCREAM AND CRY LEEEEEEEEEEE THATS GOOD NARRATIVE BAYBEE).

S2: shoot kenny/look away - another "is clem ready to do this?" kind of moment. its time for her to start making her own choices. what does SHE want?? i think even a clem who shoots kenny is gonna be conflicted about it on some level. recently i played a clem who let kenny kill jane then shot him anyway. that was cool :) and the moment is way more dark than shooting him outright. no heartfelt goodbyes. just a tired "do it". oof. the set up for the kenny/jane fight is Not Good like we ALLLLLL KNOOWWW it shouldve been luke ok. but the choice itself is still a HUGE character moment for clem, and its one of my favorite and most dreaded choices in the series. how is clem feeling about kenny at this point? is shooting him something she can do?? before its too late?? or will she be paralyzed by choice? this is a choice she Never shouldve had to make, but here she is, and she has to. before time runs out. i like my clems alone so usually i either wait out the clock (no choice is still a choice. clem just cant do it but cant look away either) and stay at wellington (good alone ending), or i shoot him 1 of 2 ways (clem Can do it)(bad alone ending). shooting him after he kills jane is just like 2 birds one stone to me SHDHSJKDS 💀 and it hits that middle ground of being paralyzed by choice but still ultimately Making A Choice, just too late for it to matter to anyone but herself. and her line of dialogue finding aj alone "we're gonna be ok, we're gonna be ok" like shes trying to reassure herself more than anything WAAAHH i kinda liked it a Lot actually 👀

S3: ??? romancing kate or not i guess?? - its the only one that really made me feel conflicted (aside from maybe the conrad thing?? sorry clem but im gonna force you to stick around actually i like it for the Narrative and it makes gabe less annoying later. also conrads alright). do you respect your brother or do you get with his wife who hates him LOL. because its not one choice you make, not really. its one the game is constantly asking of you, putting you in situations where the choice needs to be made again and again until finally you make the Ultimate choice about it. people who complain about the game being so pushy about it are kinda funny to me because like, ya.. thats the whole point.... (ive pushed back defiantly Literally just because of how pushy the game is about it tho so like i get it) she is a temptation the game is intentionally dangling in front of javi. she is the Final source of conflict between the brothers. will he remain loyal or give into it? i say give in 😏 give david something to actually be mad about. ive both romanced her and not, and the game kinda feels stunted if you dont? like... i Get It. thats your brothers wife who is still wearing her ring after YEARS of him being gone. theres 😬 feelings there. but even if you dont romance her the game still punishes you by having her be weird about it in the garage in front of david anyway. i say do it even tho its messy. it makes the story more sound imo which S3 desperately needs at that point. javi can still feel bad about it. what DID david expect?? i love mess :)

S4: kill couple/send aj inside - i love a choice that gives me a lot to think about. even if the actual in game consequences are flimsy to none. with this choice specifically, what makes it hard is the fact that the couple asked to be left alone. if they were just two walkers it wouldve been a no brainer. but with their final request, it becomes a matter of respecting the dying wish of this sad couple (which becomes narratively relevant at the end of the game OUGH WHEN IT COMES BACK). and will you teach aj that respecting those wishes is important? he needs to learn to become self sufficient anyway. clem crawled through her own number of dangerous holes in her youth. but thats the other side of it. that clem, knowing personally how dangerous crawling into those spaces where no one could follow was, i dont know how comfortable she would be letting aj do the same. but also, she doesnt want him to grow up too hardened. if she kills this couple, its pushing him further into that hardened mindset. to do whatever you have to to survive, no matter the cost to others. its a choice i find myself sitting with the longest even tho its consequences are pretty much just 2 lines of dialogue ("that couple clem tried to Guilt me about" LMAO YEAH ITS TRUE AJ THIS IS A LEARNING MOMENT FOR YOU). but yeah this is a choice i have a 50/50 chance with going either way on. every time i kill the couple i feel so bad about it 😭 (and so does clem 🥺). it being more of a philosophical question instead of an actual gameplay decision is what i like about it

not sure/take things slow/girlfriends/kiss - NOT JOKING ABOUT THIS ONE its actually so hard for me HSDHSDJKSJKDJK i dont have a paragraph of reasons why tho i just love them all differently. the first two feel the most realistic. i do like the idea of taking things slow and the dialogue for it is really sweet. but also. they might die or be taken tonight. so one kiss before everything could come crashing down on them is nice. but also hearing them call each other girlfriends???? adds years to my life. vi in ep 3 being like "um so you said you wanted to be girlfriends 🥺?" and clem like "😏 ya" i just love hearing them say it 😭 Out Loud 👁👁. and then either way clem gets another chance to kiss her in the woods in ep 3 so it works out. and 2 more kisses in ep 4 from vi this time!! thank you devs for my life 🙏 what a wonderful choice

i love choice games so much just because of the questions they ask of you. i honestly LOVE looking through the player choice stats i find them SO INTERERSTING ESPECIALLY the ones that are split perfectly 50/50. i would literally look at the stats for every single choice im not joking. where are the stats

[shortpplfedup]

Chapter 5: Wrong You in the Right Time

I feel like I say this every time, but what an episode. Revelatory in more ways than one, as we learn the story of Wen and Alan, Wen discovers that Li Ming is basically dating, and Heart's parents find out that Heart being deaf doesn't rule out teenage rebellion as a normal part of life. I ended up feeling really sorry for a lot of characters I haven't felt positively about up until now, the power of a good story!

Six years. Wen and Alan spent six years together, slowly souring. And when Wen at least got up to the point when he knew it was over, he still couldn't really end it. Man, staying in a post-breakup quasi-relationship because you still have a glimmer of hope is SO RELATABLE. When you feel like you've failed, the chance of redemption is awfully enticing. Plus, It's not so easy to untangle from somebody after six years together, even when you know the love has gone. Wen dithering for more than a year after the breakup, latching onto Alan's insistence that they can be friends, can still live together, out of guilt or grief or lack of momentum or whatever has been animating him, OOF. It's one thing to fall out of love, but that's why a clean break is always recommended. It's not fair to either party to enter this liminal space. A breakup of a long-term relationship is like a death; you need to mourn, you need to grieve. And you can't do that if you haven't laid things to rest. Maybe Wen wasn't technically cheating with Jim, but he was keeping one foot in both worlds, and that wasn't fair to either Jim or Alan. Him finally ending things properly with Alan, and leaving that condo felt like Wen growing up. Landing on Jim's doorstep though, and Jim taking him in...well we'll see.

I think the fact that there was no specific inciting incident for Wen and Alan and that things just went south over time is so instructive regarding how Wen views love vs. Jim. For Wen, you grab love where you find it and worry about the rest later. For Jim, it has to be right and things have to be clear, it can't be messy. When Jim said heartbreak in your twenties is different from heartbreak nearing forty, I'm here from the other side of 40 to tell you he is absolutely correct. Wen's 'If it doesn't hurt, it's not love' is such a young person's take, let me tell you. Not that every young person feels like that, simply that when you're young, your ability to bounce back from the hurt is so much stronger. When you get your heart broken in your thirties, you feel exhausted, like you just don't have it in you to try again. Easier to just enjoy the life you've built and close up shop, so to speak. Sex is still on the menu but it would take an extraordinary person coming into your life to make you want to get into a relationship again. Love is harder as you get older, that rings true to me at least, and you're warier of people who want to come into your life in that way.

From the time Heart and Li Ming started sneaking out, it was clear that something was going to go wrong eventually, that his parents would find out, and that everything was going to blow up. But this is actually good, this was necessary. Heart has been rotting in that house, turning everything inward, because his parents couldn't understand him even if he bothered to speak, and if they could they wouldn't listen. Watching Jintana helplessly turn to Li Ming pleading for him to tell her what Heart was saying HURT. I think in that moment she finally realises what she's done, how she and Supoch failed Heart. The timing of Heart losing his hearing is so interesting, because it lines up with those years when kids are becoming independent young adults and parents are supposed to be learning how to balance that burgeoning independence with their kids' safety and well-being. That all got stunted with Heart, it's like to his parents he didn't just go deaf he also stopped growing up. They infantilised him, they thought, to protect him, but all it caused was resentment and rebellion. And then on top of that, to not even learn his primary method of communication; you could see how it hit Jintana that Li Ming could talk to Heart and understand him when she just...couldn't. Jintana and Supoch suddenly realised what their family looked like from the outside. When Li Ming went after Heart, nobody tried to stop him, and that spoke volumes to me.

God this SHOW!

Side Dishes

Next episode looks like Jim realises the nature of Heart and Li Ming's relationship and I'm so ready to get into this! Whether Jim knows Li Ming is gay and how he feels about it has been probably the number one simmering pot of this story for me.

Li Ming basically intimating to Jim that he's cool with Wen if Jim wants to pursue that was really cute. The independent big-brother relationship he's built with Wen has been really lovely.

Similarly, Wen instantly recognising that Heart is more than just a friend to Li Ming, and just smiling watching them being cute kids in love was fun.

Li Ming getting Heart a job 🤣😭 my feels!

That moment in the middle of the argument at Heart's house when Heart turns to Li Ming to ask him what's going on because everybody is talking around him and nobody is talking to him was just...ugh.

This past year I've watched First play slutty, and I've watched First play repressed, and now I've now watched First play bitchy, and he's nailed every single one.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

starting a tag game for writers

Hi, it's Asmi! Okay, so, I've seen so many people afraid to start/continue writing because they're afraid it'll be garbage. And it's so sad how much joy and creativity is getting lost because of that fear. I've written utter shit before, and looking back on it is actually hilarious, and also, it's a reminder of how far I've come as a writer.

I really, really want people to be less afraid of the written word and of creating, and to get rid of that aura of mystery and elitism that often covers the writing process. Writing is messy and it's hell and it's torture. And it's amazing.

So here's the tag game:

Give me three lines/paragraphs that you've written that you love [fiction, non-fiction, from different works or the same, from completed stories or poems or WIPs, from yesterday or ten years ago] that you love. If that seems hard, even one will do. It doesn't have to be perfect. It can just be something silly that gives you joy.

And give me three lines/paragraphs that you've written that you dislike and find shitty. Anything at all as long as you wrote it. If you think it's ridiculous or absolute fucking garbage, even better! That's the point of this game. To see that we all write good things and bad things. Yeah? You can do this. And remember that both these categories are subjective.

I'll start. It's not as scary as it seems, I promise.

Things I've written that I find shitty:

The first man grabbed him by his collar, pinned him against the wall of the cave in which they were standing, and spat, “It doesn’t matter what you’ve done before. If the Queen’s not in the graveyard tonight, King Baza’s going to plan a most delightful execution for you. And even if he doesn’t, you being his nephew and all, I will arrange an accidental blowing up of your house when you are, tragically, inside.” [discount wall slam scene courtesy of 2016 Asmi, you're welcome]

“Overreacting?” said Dextor in disbelief, staring at Jay like, ‘What is wrong with you, dude?’ [sigh. my serious-scene-writing left a lot to be desired.]

“Don’t go,” I said, fighting tears. “Please, don’t leave me, too! You’re all I have left.” Strange thoughts for a child, but I meant every word. She looked at me with anguish. “I am sorry, Phil. Believe me, you are all I have, too, and this hurts me more than it does you. You’re like my son.” [I'm hysterical rereading this melodramatic shit, which was NOT the intended effect]

Things that I've written that I love:

He dropped the books onto a nearby chair and pulled her into his arms as he’d been longing to do all day, the smell of blueberries and hair product and her. The books she was holding were pressed against his chest, and he didn’t care. Why did he need to love the stars when he could love her, why did he need to look up at the sky for answers when they were right there in his arms? [I love this because when I first wrote it, I thought it was romantic, but I realised later that the boy, Ant, is aroace, and it doesn't change a thing about this scene, except that their love is platonic]

"Maybe being happy is the best that we can do. Maybe that’s more than most people manage, anyway.” They stood in front of the entrance, over puddles that reflected all the broken skyscrapers and the colours of the street and the grey-yellow sky. “Whatever you do with your parents,” she said. “Don’t let your guilt get in the way of doing ballet. It’s not wrong to be happy. It’s not.” [This is from the book I finished and I published, and I just really like this paragraph. It's not my favourite, but it makes me smile.]

The last you may leave wherever you please, wherever it is birds land to die. [A line from a poem I wrote in 2022, I like the rhythm]

(It took effort to find ones that I wanted to share, oof. If you find this difficult just know you're not alone. I usually like my writing, but turns out it's hard to take something you created and go hey, look, I'm proud of this. But we can do it.)

Alright, of course anyone who sees this is welcome to join, and tag the writers you know so we can all be uh writerly together :") but to start it off, no pressure tags @howmanyholesinswisscheese, @1800ineedshelp, @queermarzipan, @thescholarlystrumpet, @madfangirlontheloose.

Oh, and also tagging @neil-gaiman, @dduane, @drchucktingle just because maybe if you see this and join in, new writers will find comfort in knowing their role models have ups and downs, good and bad days too :")

Have a lovely day, everyone, and keep writing.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Alright I'm here with my every constant Din Djarin brain rot and a request: I'm a sucker for anything fluffy but a little angsty, maybe a two idiots in love situation with Mando? I have nothing super specific, only stupid love for Shiny Metal Man. 🥰

LOVE YOU AND THIS OMG <3

"You," my finger jabs into the beskar armor of his chest, "are such an idiot." I hiss, hearing a sigh behind his helmet as his chin tilts down to peer at me through the T of his visor.

It was an accident.

I'm overly aware that him nearly getting me, and the kid, killed was an accident that couldn't have been preventable. He thought by leaving us on the Crest that we would be safe, tucked away and hidden from anyone of the outside world. 'I just need to run a few errands', he said, 'I'll be quick, I promise', he said.

It was not a few errands, nor was he quick.

He had picked up a job, without telling me, and went to go collect his bounty and the hefty reward that came with turning the pesky Twi'lek that had escaped past bounty hunters. But he refused to tell me because of, what he refers to as, 'my separation anxiety'.

Fuck him.

What he didn't expect was for his bounty to find our lonesome, quiet ship and fulfill his very own Goldilocks fantasy, a reference that goes right over the common Mandalorian's head, and stumble upon Grogu and I tucked away, resting.

He could've killed us, he was ready to. Until the metal man came back to the ship, excited to find his bounty but not excited to return home to his bounty giving him an ultimatum while pointing a blaster at the child and I.

"You are a stupid metal man." My tiny fists punch into his chest, Din stumbling back a bit as he shakes his head with another scoff.

"You are fine." His hands reach out to rest on my shoulders, his body leveling with me so the T of his visor is perfectly in line with my gaze. "Grogu is fine." He sounds as if he's trying to convince himself rather than me, his chest rising and falling in frantic breaths as his head tilts to look back at the bounty who's passed out behind him.

"Riddle me this," I sigh, taking a deep breath to calm my voice that's shaking with anger, "what is the mando'a word for stupid?" I know that I can't see him, but I can sense his jaw tensing along with his spine and his arms drop from my shoulders.

"Di'kutla-" He doesn't argue, just allows me to continue my assault as I shove him back into the cupboard behind him with a quiet 'oof'.

"Di'kutla!" I yell, eyes filling with raging tears, my whole body filling with boiling blood as he sighs defeatedly, leaning down to pick up Grogu who has ventured into the room somewhere in the middle of our argument.

"Stop." He whispers and my eyes lower to the child tucked in his arms, his big eyes staring at me, panicked and frantic. My shoulders drop, hands reaching out to pluck him from Din's arms without another word. Grogu coos as he tucks his face into my collarbone, tiny hands gripping the edge of my tunic. "I would never let anyone hurt you." His words are a promise and, if I could see his eyes, I imagine they'd have a similar sense of urgency riddled in the deep orbs. "Or the child." His hand reaches out to brush his fingers along Grogu's ears and the little one perks up, tucking his ears back with a small giggle-like noise.

But he doesn't stop there. He takes a hefty step towards me, arms reaching out to pull the both of us to his chest without a word. His heartbeat, though fast, reminds me that he's here- that he's not an emotionless, metal droid, even though he acts like one sometimes.

"What's the mando'a word for worry?" I ask against his chest, free arm reaching out to wrap around him, fingers grasping into the material of his beaten and battered cape.

"Baatir." My lips part to repeat the word but he just shakes his head, fingers reaching up to brush against my furrowed brows. "I know." He whispers, voice heavy with guilt as he clings to the child and I.

"You joke about my so called separation anxiety, but what makes it worse is that you lied to me." He sighs and if I imagine hard enough, I can almost see the way his lips tug down into a frown through the T of his helmet, his eyes fluttering shut in shame.

"Baatir." He repeats the word, almost as if it serves as a proper explanation for my heated emotions and it does. If I did not care for him, if I did not want him near- I would not worry. "I don't wish to make you upset or worry about me." Grogu yawns in between us with a small snort, hands reaching up to rub at his big eyes before falling fast asleep pressed up against the both of us. Safe. "I can handle myself." He promises, fingers once more lingering against my skin but this time, his gloved fingers trail down my cheek before sculpting the edge of my jaw.

"That's not how this works. We handle each other."

"Aliit." He recites almost immediately after the words leave my mouth and it sounds as if it's a realization of sorts instead of an observation. He pauses, body stiffening briefly against mine until he feels the weight of my hand against his back, his shoulders drooping briefly.

"What does that mean?" I ask, eyes widening as he leans down to press his helmet against my forehead, the cool beskar forcing goosebumps to arise on my skin but not because of the temperature; it's because of his proximity.

"Clan." He's so close that I can hear his voice clearly, even with the hum modulator still lacing his words. A shiver runs down my spine at the vulnerable confession, heart skipping a beat as I cling to him as if he'll disappear from my grasp. "Family."

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[wraithdance]

wait omg @mikichko

kiko your tags on my fic im gonna cry!! Putting them under the cut because I need to talk about the feels so sorry I'm gonna ramble!

#imagine my surprise when i go into this and see 'avoidant reader' and go 'oh thats me!'#fully expecting some light funny laughs about a reader who pushes this beast of a man away#only for you to fucking snipe the shit out of my soul and perfectly encapsulate my life and the emotional state im in

Listen I swear it was supposed to be funny and smutty but somehow it just got out of control and veered into me unpacking some shit lmfao. I'd already planned out writing something heavy and angsty for simon months ago but describing the scene with Foxy leaving and saying the dreaded words made everything else jump out. I love the reader inserts everyone else does but until now, I don't think I realized how much I just needed to see someone who was purposely a bitch and an absolute mess that could still be worthy of love. I'm not interested in heavily promoting this to the fandom because it's a project of love for myself and other avoidant/traumatized/bitchy girlies (gn)

#the therapist shopping#the break up text#the categories#holing yourself up and only presenting pieces of yourself to people that seem palatable#the strained relationship with parents *oof*#not bringing a single partner around them either#the grippy sock drawer

Yes!! omg I was so nervous about adding those parts because I've always had such a difficult time explaining the humiliating cycle of needing more mental help than 'Live, Laugh, Love' can get you. Especially when you have a history of trauma and poor parental relationships. it's so difficult to explain to people who don't get why you can't just move on, or WHY you can't just open up. By the time I was done writing I was like well fuck... I'm not sure if anyone else will even like this fic but it means a lot to me that you could identify as well and I hope I can turn this into something comforting later down the line.

#even the small scene where reader is about to open up to Duckie and finally accept the lifeline...#just for the universe to laugh and remind them that eventually even in the hard moments they'll pull away from them right as they reach out#jesus christ this had me crying on the couch#calvary you are evil (lovingly)#i absolutely adore you.

Please I started crying while writing that. I couldn't help but think at my irl Duckie. It wasn't intentional that I created her character to be similar to how me and my best friend are but it just happened organically lmao. they are so sweet and will not leave me the fuck alone even when I'm isolating/being a bitch. Truly such a good friend to me and my actual platonic soulmate and I just ended up translating the guilt I feel towards them .

But yeah I adore you back and sorry if this hurt too bad! I'm working on the next part now and I'm hoping to soothe things with Soap smut lol

[bronx-bomber87]

We march forward onto ep 8 for our series rewatch. :)

1x08 Time of death

This ep is a desert for gifs in general and Chenford content sadly.

Also a very Nolan forward ep. But lots of good Tim stuff too I wanted to review. That being said, had to use screen shots with my phone since this was a gif desert haha But none the less the review carries on ha

We start with Tim seeing Isabel being brought back to station cuffs and all.... Poor Tim. Always looks the saddest when Isabel is around. He asked Grey what is going on. Finds out she made a deal to be a CI Oof. His rough ride continues when it comes to her. The man can not catch a break. But her time with him is all about to come to head one way or another which he truly he needs.

We get our first (really our only) shot of our fav duo in their shop. Lucy commends Tim for letting the drugs be found. It's good she's reminding him what he decided was for the best. You can see he is still laden with heavy guilt over it. His internal loyalty still scolding him for not doing so. He defends Isabel and tells Lucy they weren't hers. I mean no...but she did willingly stash them for Carson my love.

He so desperate to have an explanation to this situation. To why she’s acting the way she is. He’s such a black and white guy. He needs this to make sense to him. To have something to hang this on. So he goes with her being taken advantage of. It’s what going to the narrative in his head for this. What his brain is able to wrap itself around. Lucy of course thinks that is BS and does what she does best. Calls him on it. Asking him if really believes that? Sadly we don’t get an answer due to Nolan’s officer involved shooting coming up. As the ep moves on we delve deeper into Isabel's CI SL. Tim finds out the plan from Talia and is none to pleased.

Tim comes into Capt. Anderson’s office like a bat out of hell. Ready to start throwing verbal punches. I love how the Capt immediately shuts him down before he continues. She’s like future Lucy puts him in check when he needs it. Something he responds to very well. He turns into sad puppy after she reprimands his abrupt entrance and lists off why Isabel is doing this OP.

When she is listing off those reasons he looks stressed. Tim wants so badly to control this situation. Yet he is at its mercy and its killing him. He’s so worried. He tells her the Isabel in her file is gone. The emotions brewing inside him and the look in his eyes. My damn heart. Eric doing what he does best. Killing me softly with his acting.

You see the empathy in Anderson's eyes after he says this. She softens a bit. Tells him at this point all she can give him is rescue detail. Only offer on the table for him. He accepts this but looks so resigned. Tim then apologizes for barging in and leaves much more defeated than when we walked in.

We get to see him next waiting in his car for the OP to start. Tim is causing self inflicted wounds, watching old videos on his phone of him and Isabel. Clearly long before this moment in time. Living in the past as long as he can before this op begins.

Angela interrupts this trip down memory lane by showing up in his car. (And bringing fries with her LOL) None the less she is ready to go into battle with him. To be there for him. You can see it on his face how much he appreciates this. He’s never one to ask but those important to him know he when he needs it. Her talking him through the op once it pops off is what he needs. I love Lopez. She’s the best. A true loyal friend through and through for Tim.

The op goes south pretty quickly after Isabel goes off book. They rush in to find Isabel’s wire and a trail of blood... Tim loses it on Wolfe and Vestri for letting this happen. Angela has to hold him back from going after them, his worst nightmare come to life in this moment. The one thing he always feared would happen. Ugh. This is where it ends for Tim at least. It’s a TBC with Nolan's SL still hanging in balance as well.

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Side Notes-Non Chenford

Cold open is pretty funny with the escape room haha they’re all high fiving then Talia remember he’s a criminal LOL it’s such a serious episode they needed this levity up front.

Wolfe saying Isabel fallen off a long way since Tim( referring to Carson once they see him). She sure has….

Thank you all for your continued likes/ comments and reblogs. They mean more to me than you know. ❤️ Will try to get 1x09 next chance I get.

[avionvadion]

I think the part that stuck out to me in Book 7 was the reactions Lilia got for hatching Malleus. Like it recontextualized El's compliments on his parenting for me so much and made them bittersweet. Also, considering what was happening to Malleus right before he hatched and knowing the conditions of Eleanora's curse, like goodness, without Lilia, Eleanora would've been one more lost life to the curse. Also, knowing that Ellis's death slowly ate away at Maleficent and knowing Malleus's pre-hatching, that just makes Ortho's plan on finding a way to send El home feel like an unintentional death sentence on both her and Malleus at this point. Also, I'm so sorry you're sick, can relate as I'm currently recovering from severe stomach issues myself (pancreatitis in my case), so I hope the food poisoning goes away swiftly and quickly for you!

I’m feeling a lot better today; I was actually able to eat something, which was so nice. I couldn’t take four bites of chicken noodle soup yesterday without wanting to hurl. I ended up just snacking on Ritz crackers all day. 😭 I hope you feel better soon, too! Stomach issues are the worst.

And ohhhhhhh~ yeah, good point! El adores Lilia and thinks he’s a great dad to Silver, but while he jokes about who raised “such a good young man” when talking about Silver internally Lilia is just, “Mmm, disagree, I’m actually the worst, but you’re cute so I’ll go along with it, haha”. Even though Silver himself is such a massive daddy’s boi and loves his bat dad with his entire heart and soul. AGHHHHHH.

Lilia harbors so much guilt over what happened with Maleficent and Ellis 😥 he really wants things to work out for Malleus and Eleanora. He can’t just spell things out for them though (haha, get it? Spell? Magic spell? Yeahhh, not my best joke) or they won’t reach their happy ending.

Also, with the Meleanor name reveal, it kinda makes it feel like Mal has latched onto Eleanora so quickly because of the name similarities. Like, obviously she’s not Meleanor, but it gives Malleus this sense of “fate” kind of, especially since she’s the one human (aside from Silver) that isn’t afraid of him. Add to the fact that he’s the only one that can keep her curse at bay…

*Insert Yandere Dragon Instinct roar here*

I feel like El trying to make a portal is less about going home (because by that point she’d already be committed to whatever the hell is going on between her and Mal- COUGH, COUGH, I mean… Mr. Horns, and she wouldn’t have the strength to leave her friends after everything they’ve been through together, and more about having a chance to say “goodbye” to her family.

Malleus doesn’t take it that way, though. Man’s abandonment issues are so strong he automatically assumes the worst. He hears, “Trying to make a portal connected to home” and believes El is trying to leave.

Big oof. Even bigger yikes.

Chaos!

[chaotic-orphan]

June of Doom, Day Seventeen:

“Don’t lie to me” : accident // doubt // gaslighting

I have been just obsessing over Miguel O’Hara… what a sexy sexy man, anywho…

*~*~*~*~*

Hero followed Superhero down to the cells, hot on his heels after they heard the sirens. Superhero skidded to a stop in front of Villain’s, Hero stopping a foot away, panting.

Superhero was panting too, Hero could tell by the rise and fall of his muscled shoulders. Hero knew. They knew Villain was gone, escaped but they had to see for themselves. They swallowed and took hesitant steps to where Superhero was.

The cell was empty. A small note left on the cot. Superhero was silent. Menacingly so. Hero walked into the cell and picked the note left off the bed, flicking it open.

Hero’s blood ran cold at the first word.

Hero. Their name. Villain addressed their escape note to Hero and when Superhero—

“Why does Villain know your name, Hero?”

Hero jumped, turning to see Superhero standing behind them. They had seen. They had read the note over Hero’s shoulder.

“I—“

“Don’t,” said Superhero, holding an impatient hand up, stepping towards Hero. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not! I don’t know ho—“

Superhero hand a hand on the base of Hero’s throat and slammed them against the wall. Hero let out a surprised oof as their back hit the brick with a sharp thud.

“How. Does Villain. Know. Your. Name?” Superhero asked their voice dipping low and threatening as they pressed a strong hand against Hero’s throat. Hero’s hand reached up instinctively wrapping around Superhero’s wrist, trying to loosen the grip.

“I— it was an accident, Superhero, I swear.”

Superhero stepped back not moving their hand from Hero’s throat. “An accident?”

Hero’s wide eyes searched Superhero’s face for any hint of anything. “Yes. An accident… I—“

“An accident is something out of your control Hero. Leaving on time and getting stuck in traffic and being late for work is an accident. Forgetting your ID at home is an accident. So tell me, is telling a Villain your name an accident? Was it forcefully pulled from your lips?”

“I—“ Hero began, stopping themselves as they searched for the words. Their chest was still rising and falling under Superhero’s hand rapidly, as if they were tired from running, but this was different. “I— I’m sorry.”

Superhero let go of Hero’s throat and Hero kept their back pinned to the wall. Superhero turned slightly away from Hero, letting out a sigh. “No, Hero. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I thought you were ready for the field.”

“Superhero—“

“No, Hero. Everyone told me you weren’t ready. That you were insolent and unable to follow the rules, but I let my feelings blind me to all the warning signs.”

“Superhero, it was an…”

Superhero’s glare cut into Hero and Hero shut their mouth. “An accident?”

“A mistake…” Hero corrected, voice small, not meeting Superhero’s eyes. The guilt pooled in their gut at Superhero’s disappointment.

Superhero had taken a risk in taking Hero on as their sidekick, their mentee and Hero had let them down. Superhero stepped close to Hero again, their touch much more gentle this time. A knuckle under Hero’s chin tilting their head up to look Superhero in the eyes.

“I forgive you, Hero,” said Superhero. Hero swallowed hard, heart pounding against their chest. Superhero’s eyes darkened along with their words as they continued/ “Now we have to fix your mistake, okay? We will re-capture Villain and next time they won’t get the chance to escape.”

[tokillamockingbird427]

Have a few more lil droplets i conjured up about Alex (or story around him):

Alex is nearly the splitting image of their dad (he hates it, he doesn't want to be reminded of that guy after everything, he was the biggest reason to leave) that's how Elias recognised him, it took him quite a bit of courage to go talk to Alex tho, afterall Alex did leave him alone with their parents, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to at least one more time speak with his brother that deep down he still loves so much

Alex is a walking bag of guilt when thinking about Elias, he feels really guilty for leaving his brother, eventho he know he couldn't have taken him with and then after Eli's 18th birthday, he didn't think he would've wanted to see Alex again, so he stood back, but heard at somepoint that Elias joined the military the moment he could to escape, he felt even more guilty after that, feeling like him leaving pushed Eli into it.

-🐑

Alex my beloved...

Awwww hell yeah, I love that trope ngl. Character A looking like Character B and despising it. >:) it's evil and so so good to play with. (Ex: I hc that Simon (Ghost) is brunette like his father, but dyes his hair blonde because he hates looking like him. I love you Ghost. Smooches. Back on track now!) MAN Elias recognizing him because of it slaps tho, he doesn't look like "Himself" to Eli, just their dad. OOF. AND he still loves him, MY GODDDD.

Oh poor Alex, bro has a guilty conscious. I do think he could have tried to reach out but I understand not wanting to. (And tbh, I think that adds depth to his character: They have to make mistakes. It's part of being human. Good writing!) I bet he was equally proud and a bit sad that Elias joined because while it's good he's got his life in his own hands Alex thinks he should have/could have done more for his brother. Oooooo nice