#but you can’t be like ‘I don’t care that they’ve shown me what their plans for reforms and infrastructure are I still hate their guts’

[initiala]

Story where the new monarch isn’t crowned by a religious figure or by themselves (either because no religion ranks higher than them or that no one takes up their god’s particular priesthood), but they are instead crowned by the person who hates them most.

Maybe it’s their worst enemy. Maybe it’s some kid in the slums. There’s a ceremony to discover the person who hates the heir presumptive most, magic that tells the realm’s protectors who it is and where to find them. When it comes time for the coronation, the heir has 72 hours to convince their biggest hater why they deserve to be crowned the realm’s next monarch. If they can, then their enemy places the crown on their head, as a sign that while they may dislike the monarch they trust their ability to rule.

If they can’t, the heir presumptive is removed from the line of succession. Maybe it goes next to a sibling, or to another branch of the Royal tree. But if you can’t convince the person who hates you more than anything else in the world that you’re the best person for the job of ruling the realm—not a good person or a kind person, but the best person capable of making the sort of hard decisions that come with rulership—then this person isn’t going to make excuses for why you should be the next monarch anyway. It doesn’t matter you were firstborn of a firstborn going back several generations. You suck and you’re cruel and you’re not going to do the realm any good, so the crown passes to your uncle.

[cinnoasch]

Charmed [1] (March x Reader)

A/N: I do plan on making a part 2, but still let me know if you want to see it! This was soo much fun to write.

Charmed [2] Here

Word Count: 2173

“March! Look, Y/N drew a picture of me!” Olric grins as he walks into the blacksmith’s shop. 

March turns around from his desk, taking the paper from Olric. “...why do you have bunny ears?”

“Oh, that was from when we helped Juniper out with something! Apparently, whatever she gave me made bunny ears appear on my head. Man, I was running laps around the town that day, I wonder, would she give me another one if I asked?”

Olric continues talking as March stares at the drawing. He didn’t know much about drawing, or art in general, but he had to admit it was good. Somehow he could almost picture Olric smiling and running around, just like he was in your drawing. 

“They’re really good right? I heard from Ryis they’ve been helping him with some blueprints too. Maybe Y/N could help with some blacksmithing blueprints in the future!”

“Don’t need it.” March grumbles, handing the paper back to Olric. “If anything, we have that under control already.” He sighs, standing up as he starts walking to the door. “Watch the till for me, I’m going to go work on some orders.”

“You got it, bro! Let me know if you need me!” Olric replies.

As March steps outside and sets off to work, he thinks about what Olric had said. He had a point. With the way the town rank was rising, more and more orders came in each day. Not to mention, along with orders came more complicated requests. Of course, it wasn’t a problem, he could handle it easily. Though, extra help couldn’t hurt sometimes. 

March shakes his head as he swings his hammer. Nope, not thinking about that. He pushes those thoughts away. If he needed help, he could just ask Olric. But, there was that one time where he and Olric were backed up and you had pitched into help… He sighs heavily. You were on his mind more than he’d like at the moment and you hadn’t even shown up yet. Not that he wanted you to or anything. 

He furrows his brow, setting the hammer down. He couldn’t concentrate on work at all. In fact, these past few days whenever you stopped by to say hi, March would always have trouble continuing work afterwards. But now, you haven’t even visited and he was having trouble concentrating. Was something wrong with him? He always felt oddly fuzzy and disgustingly warm whenever you came by. Was he getting sick? No…it was summer, there’s no way that was the case.

March pops his head into the shop, letting Olric know he was going for a walk. He needed to clear his mind and a walk around town would be perfect for that. As long as he didn’t see you or hear about you, he could take a break and get back to work easily… is what he initially thought.

Every place he went, March somehow can’t escape the topic of you. Not only that but no matter who he talked to, they just had to show him the portrait you gave them. And not only that, the stupid fuzzy, warm feeling only overstayed its welcome.

“Ryis? Are you here? I got those nails you needed.” March calls out as he walks into the carpenter’s shop.

“Upstairs!” 

He walks upstairs and into Ryis’ room. “Hey, here’s the nails.”

“Thanks. I’m surprised you came to deliver them. I was going to pick them up a little later today.”

“Yeah, I needed a walk. Working on blueprints?” March asks, looking at the papers scattered across the desk. Then his gaze falls on a paper to the side of the desk.

“Oh, that was from Y/N.” Ryis explains, following his gaze. “They helped me out with a project and in return ended up drawing me. It’s nice isn’t it?”

“Nice is one way to put it…” March mumbles. “I’ve been seeing their drawings everywhere. They probably gave one to everyone in town.”

“Except you?”

He scoffs, “Not like I care. They can do whatever they want.”

Ryis only chuckles, grinning slightly, “It’s okay to say you feel left out. If I were you, I’d probably be a bit upset that the person I like-”

“I do not like them.” March says, crossing his arms.

“Uh-huh...anyways, if you really want them to draw you, why not invite them to join in on drawing club this Friday? And you can volunteer to be the model.”

“No way… that’s a stupid idea…”

“Maybe, but it’s an idea. Or, you know, you could just ask them to draw you.”

“Okay, this conversation is over. I’m going home.” March says, walking downstairs.

Ryis chuckles, shaking his head as he returns to working on his blueprints. 

On his way back home, March couldn’t help but think of what Ryis said. There was no way in hell he would ever directly ask you to draw him. Wouldn’t that make him seem… weird? Or at least make it seem like he liked you when he definitely did not. March sighs as his thoughts continue to swim around in his head. He was definitely about to regret the decision he just made.

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The rest of the week passes by and you find yourself entering the inn that Friday night after a long day of running around on the farm.

“Hey, Y/N over here!” Olric waves at you from the back of the inn. 

You wave back, and walk up to the table, seeing Valen, Elise, Landen, Hayden and March present as well. “Evening, everyone.” 

“Oh, dearie you’re just in time! Would you like to join tonight’s drawing club session?” Elise asks. “March here has graciously volunteered to be our model for tonight.”

March stands in front of the table, arms crossed. He looks at you expectedly, almost if he wants you to join.

“Sure, I’ll join.” You say with a smile. You take a seat next to Olric and he passes you a piece of paper and a pencil.

“Perfect!” Elise smiles, she clasps her hands together and gestures to March. “Now, strike a pose, March!”

“Uh, like what?”

“Oh, how about you flex? Show off your muscles!” Olric suggests. 

“Flex? Can’t I just stand like this?”

“Oh, that’s a perfect pose!” Elise replies.

Valen nods in agreement. “Yes, it does quite fit the image of a blacksmith.”

March sighs, mumbling. “Fine.” He was seriously beginning to regret this. Still, he places one hand on his hip and very begrudgingly lifts his other arm to flex. “You guys better burn this pose into your brains, I’m not going to stand like this the whole time.”

The group chuckles and you all set off to drawing. The lively chatter of the Drama and Dragon’s group behind you fills the air as well as conversations from the bar. After a few minutes Hayden speaks up, asking a question.

“Say Y/N, have you been drawing for a long time?”

“For a while, I guess?” You reply, as you glance up at March for a second before returning your gaze back to the paper in front of you. “I used to draw a lot of things I saw on my adventures.”

“Really? See any cool animals?”

“What about rocks?” Olric adds.

You laugh slightly, “I can bring some drawings next week to show, if you guys want.”

“Oh, yes please!” Elise chimes in. “You know, your drawings have a sort of romantic charm to them. That portrait you drew of me really brought back old memories.”

“I’ll say!” Landen grins. “That portrait you drew of Errol and I reminded me of the good ol’ days.”

Small conversations between you continue as March finally relaxes his arm. Everyone was practically singing praises about your portraits. He couldn’t quite understand what charm they were talking about though. He had seen your portraits of other people…but maybe he couldn’t understand because he never got one from you? 

March slowly steps closer to the table. He was curious. He had heard from Balor once that you mentioned you drew people based on what you thought of them. What exactly did you think of him?

“Are you… moving closer to the table, March?” Valen asks with a slight smirk. “You know the rules. You’ll get to see everyone’s drawings when we’re done. Y/N’s included.”

He freezes in place, his face heating up. “I was just…pacing.”

“Mm, well I’m sure we’re almost done, so be patient.”

“March, can you lift your arm up again?” Olric asks.

He sighs, flexing his arm again, mumbling underneath his breath. “No way am I doing this ever again.”

About ten minutes later, everyone finishes drawing and Elise smiles, waving March over to sit down. “I think everyone’s finished! Would anyone like to go first, or shall I start us off?”

“You can start us off, Elise.” Valen replies. “And… we’ll let Y/N go last since they’re the new recruit.” She glances at March as he frowns slightly at that statement. “Unless… March would like to choose who goes first?”

“Whatever is fine.” He mumbles, resting his chin in his hand.

And so, everyone showcases their drawings. You couldn’t help but smile as they explained certain details they added. It was pretty amusing to see that everyone had drawn March frowning.

“Am I seriously frowning in all of these?” March asks as he looks through the current drawings strewn across the table.

“Well, we did tell you to smile some.” Landen says with a chuckle. “But it looked like you were lost in your own little world this whole time.”

“We still have Y/N’s drawing to look at.” Valen adds. She smiles lightly at you and everyone turns their attention towards you. “If you would, Y/N.”

You nod as you slide your paper to the middle of the table.

“Oh!” Elise exclaims. “You drew him with a smile!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen March smile like this.” Valen muses. “What made you draw him with one?”

“Ah,” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “It just felt right, I guess. March…does a lot for Mistria, we all do. I can’t quite explain it… but a smile fits him better, don’t you think?”

“Hm, how thoughtful.” Valen says with a small grin. “What do you think about it, March?”

March stays silent as he stares at your drawing. An unexplainable feeling wells up inside of him as he looks at it. The feeling was similar to what he usually felt when you were around but… it was more clear in a way. There was something soft about it. Something…warm. It was different than when he saw your portraits of other people. March himself wasn’t even sure if he had ever smiled like that. But he was certain of one thing, he liked this feeling.

“Is he…smiling?” Hayden asks.

“I think he is.” Landen replies. “Huh, you don’t see that often.”

Then March lifts his head, the small smile from before disappears quickly as he stares at the group. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Oh, nothing.” Valen says. “Well, I guess we can wrap it up then. Actually, Y/N, why don’t you be the model for next week, you wouldn’t mind would you?”

You shake your head, “If anything I’d be honored.”

“Perfect. See you all next week then.”

With that, everyone cleans up the table and says their goodbyes. Some stick around at the inn, while you leave, seeing March had left in a hurry.

You spot him walking back toward his shop and you call out to him. “March!”

He turns around, hands stuffed into his apron pockets. “Oh, Y/N. Thought you'd be heading back to the farm.”

“I wanted you to have this.” You say, handing him the drawing. 

“...why?”

“I um…” you laugh slightly. “If I'm being honest, this is the only drawing that I felt confident with giving you.”

“Confident? …you mean you’ve drawn me before?”

“Yeah, actually… I was just never sure if you wanted them or not… but you seemed to really like this one, so I thought you might want it.”

March takes the drawing out of your hands, staring at it again for a few seconds before looking at you. “Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate it. I’ve never gotten something like this before.”

You nod smiling, “No problem, I’m just glad you like it! I’m expecting your drawing in return next week then.”

“Even if it’s bad?”

“If it’s from you, then it doesn’t matter to me.” You say a bit softly. Then you clear your throat. “Anyways, night March, see you later!”

You turn on your heel and wave as you head back to the farm. March waves back and starts walking back to the blacksmith’s, staring at your drawing once more. Maybe he should ask to see those other drawings you did. He smiles slightly, that feeling from before creeping up on him. He was looking forward to next week.

[kel-lance]

JJK Mafia Au (JJK x Reader) PART 2

Part 1

Warnings:- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise: Reader lives in a city where the two biggest gangs keep things line until the third gang showed up. That had nothing to do with you though, until dumb luck just happened to favor you one day. Basically You’re picked up and used by every dangerous criminal within the clans due to some alliances they had to create due to some members messing up the previous alliances. ((Almost everyone’s gonna have a turn 🤗)) ( i have 11 more chapters planned out right now meaning after i write those ill still be writing more.)

“We’re done for today.” The large man reaches for his robes. You don’t bother to move. Just breathing hurt. It was his off day and he was deciding to break you in, deciding to keep you for however long you were durable. He was amused with your reactions. He liked it. He found it interesting how you were also trying to survive. He’d play along as your god now. 

You lay in the bed and his finger prints stained your skin, each strike created blots of purple and blue and green. You liked bruises before, it showed how you fought for it. 

You apparently woke up two days later, and he lets you rest. Your body finally turns off survival mode for a second, just a second to adjust to the warm room. Four walls, the nice smell, it was just another thing you weren’t used to. Stillness. It was boring. But under these circumstances you were glad to have your own padded room to deal with this.

The time you were left alone, you didn’t know how long that would be. Another hour or so you’d think he’d come back in, hearing as you’re up. Time for more torture, though do torture victims get a bed and tended to? It felt more like you were a sacrifice, meant to appease him, though no one handed you over. 

You were brushed, scrubbed raw, and even felt a bit of shame for the way you were living compared to the two ladies who were taking care of you. But you didn’t know how long they’ve been in this line of work. Hell they honestly looked like they were born into it with the cold looks in their eyes. They could care less about your well-being, though they found and scrubbed every inch of you. Of course you didn’t want strangers to look at you, especially after such a moment that brought you here. To be real, these twins are probably the only people who knew you more than anyone you currently knew. 

Friends? You had a few, some to help you out sometimes, some to let you crash at their place. It was all fair game to the people you knew. Life was never easy for them and they knew of you being a free spirit. You didn’t leech off of them for you’d always show up with something in exchange, usually something you stole but it would never get traced back, it was either too common (but useful) or just something that would never be brought out of shown off. 

You weren’t a bad friend for it, if anything you were the perfect guest, though this time you didn’t mean to give yourself away for a few nights stay.

“I gotta get out of here, but where would I go? These people have already seen my face and I can’t tell how many more there would be. I can’t request anything to learn the layout of this place and no one will talk to me. If I leave I’ll have to run further and faster than I already have been…” You ponder more, sitting at the table placed in front of the window. 

They’re smart enough to know what I’d do if I wanted to pick a fight with their lord, of course there are guards at more doors, even under the window out your room, and it’s safe to say that there’s even a guard at each vent that’s connected to your room. 

“Why does it seem like I’m so special?” You sit and open the window, the guard below moves from his post to observe you on the same side has the other posted to view you. You look down at then and offer a wave, saying you’re not doing anything stupid, but you just wanted some air. One of them leaves, probably to get Sukuna. 

“I bet he’s just a lonely loser and I just happen to fall into his lap, or maybe I was one of many and was the newest. The girls here looked like they could be in the same position as you, though why weren’t they? They didn’t look like they were his blood, and there was no way that he could be their dad. That would make things even worse since you’re close in age as the twins. 

You see the guard go back to his post, nonchalantly. “Weirdo.” You thought. Not even a second later your room door whips open. Jumping from your place at the table, you turn and see who other than the man with the unpredictable entrances. “Finally up?” He leans on the door frame. “Honestly, you’re so dramatic for that.” He teased, being strangely familiar to you.

“Dude…” You caught yourself about to tell off this stranger. All you’ve known from him is that he’s having fun taking you and making you a toy, that his name was Sukuna and how everyone seemed under his control. Not that they enjoy it, but it didn’t look like anyone, even in their numbers, would stand up to someone like him. 

It still wasn’t apparent for you. He only told you his first name, his last could tell you that you were in even more danger than any “normal” man doing this to you. It could be such a metaphor but you’re literally trapped in the best place you’ve ever been. Was that just life? all the bad comes up when you’re supposed to be happy, and realizing how good you’ve had it as it gets ripped apart in front of you? The balance of it all only comes with ignorance, which was also why you wouldn’t get attached. You didn’t run to one person for everything you didn’t need more than what you’d ask for and that wasn’t much. If they were lucky you’d be there for 3 days at most. 

You lost your voice, his presence set in, bringing you out of your (if you can all it that) relaxed state. He notices you tense up, the look in your eyes begging him to give your body a break. He huffs and saunters into the room, taking a seat at the end of the bed, the side that’s facing you. “You had some time to clear your head, now tell me what was your intention. Playing dumb suits that pretty face of yours… But that’s not why I’m here.”

You sure knew nothing about this guy. Other than his name and how his body looked. How he felt was different, it just happened so fast that you could only remember how it lingered in your belly after he left you the second time. It wasn’t something you can forget, those were the best orgasms of your life. “Sukuna… I’m serious.” 

“You expect me to believe that? Did I hit you too hard?” You almost wanted to laugh, you saw stars and colors you couldn’t before his knuckles contacted your skull. Lifting his hand from his side to place under his chin made you flinch, a bit too hard for his liking apparently.  It took a lot for you to muster standing up on your own, much less realize you had to get to the table by needing support from the wall. It was like you were in an ice skating rink and had to hold onto the walls for dear life, except there was no ice, it was just pain in your body not letting you level yourself out.

“When you’re ready to talk, I might hear you out. My patience is thin you already know.” He stands and closes your door, sent a shiver down your spine. Him not being close to you, or hurting you, having this quick visit was so unsettling. 

It haunted you for hours. He didn’t touch you. The edge of the bed where he sat still held an energy, like he left a part of him right there to keep watch over you. 

He definitely hit you too hard, you were thinking more outlandish things to go with this scenario. Like why didn’t the touch you? You thought he was going to keep a pattern, that maybe after this he would come in periodically to taunt you. That maybe his patience has worn out and he was going to get rid of you any minute now, or to use you again. 

The trauma you got from this certainly messed with your self soothing methods. Every time you catch yourself hitting your peak of your self imposed orgasms, you were almost wishing you had more than just your fingers. You didn’t want him, but seriously its already been 2 weeks. You were gonna go crazy in here. The girls kept bringing you your meals, and a bathroom is attached, though you couldn’t do much by yourself. 

You were to let the others feed and bathe you, and you honestly hated it. It was way too weird, you never talked to them, and they never tried with you so it felt like there was an agreement to just not speak about it. That none of you were here willingly. That gave you some insight. Your body healed itself enough that you didn’t need the wall to walk anymore, making your trips to the table in front of the window more frequent. 

You notice some sort of schedule Sukuna follows, as well as a few other noticeable men in this kind of gated community. Whatever he has gong on here, it felt like you were almost a stolen princess locked away in a tower or something. “You have GOT TO get a hold of yourself.” You didn’t need to see a doctor or someone, you were fully aware that these thoughts were just you daydreaming to escape reality, yet again. Though this time it was getting boring, you couldn’t help yourself, literally. 

At this point you wanted to even ask one of the guards if they wanted to come in and help you out, but you didn’t have to do that, because a day later you decided to act. Rolling around night time, you decided to open your window a noticeable amount. By then the guards usually leave one guard to patrol the grounds in each quarter. 

The ones outside your door either end up sleeping or one leaves the other for a bathroom break, some nights they both go, probably to blow each other you thought. It wasn’t any of your concern, they did it before when you could barely move, but now you were agile again, enough to move around without hissing at each moment.

 Placing your ear to the door, you heard light snoring through it. “Okay, just find his room you thought. You knew that it took about 60 steps to reach a stair case, then that would be about 24 steps down. You could hear his footsteps through the pairs of others who followed him, as his echoed with pace, and the others almost scuttled behind them like bugs.. 

You find your way slipping past heavy wooden doors, making sure it wouldn’t creak, you saw the walkway in the garden. You looked up and saw your room, you knew it was yours as it was the only one with the window open. you knew that the guard just left this fourth of his grounds. You were searching the area for his room. Peering through the windows, it would have been hard to tell if it was him, but his tattoos were honestly unique. 

None of them were him, you go back to the walkway, going down the opposite end, just blindly working your way through. You couldn’t just walk through any door, it could be your last mistake, it being Sukuna or not. But it just had to be him, you wanted so badly to find his familiar face and just, you don’t know. 

You decide to be more ballsy, there’s surely no way he’s be in the same quarters that has this many people,” you decide to take your chance with the left corridor. “I wouldn’t take him for a cuddly guy anyway.” 

Listen, you know it sounds crazy, but if you even got to escape, you’d be hunted like a fox, unnecessarily, and as a spectacle for others to watch. But if you could find him, and do it yourself, “I mean, at least I’d die with something, and what a funny way to go.” You loved to joke about these kinds of things. Anytime it seemed dark, you’d find yourself cracking a joke or going off an other tangents from the barrage of thoughts coming your way.

You hold your breath as you set your fingers around the doorknob, you pull it back slowly, and turn it, to silence any squeaks it may have. After turning it fully, you let it go back and unclenched your fingers to let it go a second time, making sure there was no noise from the metal trap, and decided to go in. 

What fucking luck you had as if you broke into another room you’d think your breathing would start to give you away. As you head towards the bed, the raising figure laying there was him. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark, so much so that you could just stand in front of him. 

Looking down at him you wondered what you should do. You’re not going to kill him, that’s one thing, though you had nothing to lose, you still liked your life and you enjoyed whatever adventurous you got yourself into. It was always just one thing after the next and you’d rest when needed, but you loved it. 

This was totally different though. Before it was like you were born into this work and have to abide by its rules. As of right now you could do /anything/. What else would you do? 

You look down at him, kneeling at the edge of the bed to face him. Looking at his face like this, completely defenseless, his harsh eyes weren’t poking at you or telling you exactly what he was thinking. No he was just, he looked human. Like if you were to have met him at any other place it would possibly be on a magazine cover or an army recruitment booth posted wherever. 

“Damn bastard is beautiful.” You thought. “I didn’t get this far to stop now. Fucking 2 weeks you keep me here and don’t do anything? Do you know how boring that is? You can’t just keep me here and forget.” All that time alone had gone to your head, did you forget how he treated you the time you met? 

Tbh it fades in and out, your memory’s cut up pieces of film that randomly plays an old memory, and since you can’t recognize it, you call it a dream. 

Nothing could take you away from where you were now. Looking over him, still not a care in the world. Nothing could wake him if he’d allow it. You cocked your head to align your eyes with his, and reach out and brush your fingertips across his jawline. 

How much of this could you enjoy before he kills you for breaking out? Just that thought had you slowly leaning in, your hand before tracing his face was leaning onto the bed to support your intrusion. 

First, you kissed his forehead. The poor fuck probably hadn’t felt the touch of a real lover in ages, he just finds and uses whatever and whoever he wants, whenever. Of course you didn’t pity him, but does he even know what being loved properly was like? You’re really one to be asking. 

You peck the smooth, hot skin, and kissed a line across his cheek, getting more sensual with the next. His touch, even sleeping was still so manly. His body was so, honestly the words seem odd, but he looked so edible. Like you almost couldn’t keep your lips off of him. He was so yummy when you get a good look at him. 

Cupping his face, your lips reach his, beginning to lightly stimulate the connection. You lean in further, applying yourself onto him, guiding open his mouth with yours as you lick his lips. This shit was getting you so excited, considering all that he’s done to you, having this moment, where you’re in control and he was at your mercy, and only you know this.

Continuing to make out with your kidnapper, you moved yourself to get on top of him. His lazy reaction of kissing back had you think he was a deep sleeper, god you really wished. 

You opened your eyes just to make sure he was still asleep, but his eyes were staring back at you, with the same look he always has. You didn’t have time to even make a sound before he had you under him. His hand grabbed your waist and turned kept you parallel to him as his leg pushed his body to get on top. 

You could feel his erection, he was basically stabbing your thighs with his head. His hands pushed your wrists into opposite sides of your head, and he has you immobilized as he sat on your legs. Most you could move was your toes and neck, but he had pressed his face up against yours. 

“I don’t even know where to start with you. If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve already. Maybe I can believe you’re just some random, …but you wouldn’t have come to my room.” He lets a wrist go to reel back and strikes your face as a warning. Seriously, no sane person would just come straight back to him in your situation.

“The guard fell asleep?” Nothing gets by him. You can’t tell if he was just prepared for everything or if he planned this out. The excitement you were feeling before was being clashed with the sudden shock to your face. “Depending how the rest of the night will go will determine his punishment.” 

Keeping everything in place, he moves your chin up by his nose, giving him space to start attacking your neck. “We’ll just start with yours.” His grasp tightened around each wrist, so much so that he was pulling on the tendons in your forearms, making your fingers involuntary curl. 

Your luck may have run out, but you weren’t as scared. Trying to enjoy the moment as much as possible, knowing fully well that you’re about to be eaten alive, and god, youve been waiting. His teeth grazed your collar bone, making their way back up, making themselves a known threat to your neck. 

“Speak.” He orders. “Who sent you?” 

“You still think I’m a spy?” The spot where he hit you was pounding, but it didn’t hurt. Other parts of your body were just pulsating along with your heartbeat, you knew he was going to take that as a sign of fear. 

“Hurry up, we have a meeting tomorrow so I’m trying to be considerate for everyone else.” 

He’s still not listening. You weren’t either at this point, finding his roughing up sort of endearing. Maybe he didn’t want to get blood on his bed, or maybe he did care about that stupid meeting. All you could feel was vigorous pulsating from your wrists, your face, your heart, and more than anything else, your pussy. 

This was literally what you came here to do, this was why he even took you with him wasn’t it? Seriously whatever big shot he thinks he is… this shit wasn’t legal; You were serious on going out with a bang, raising your hips to create some friction on his hard on. 

Sukuna seemed to notice the look in your eyes and gave you another firm slap. “Focus, doll.” He adjusts his hips a few inches too far down your liking, his hands being the only thing touching you. 

“Put it back.” You got this far, now he wants to start questioning you immediately after waking up? He picked you up after meeting and ignored you for two weeks, you’re about to do what most others would. Especially if they’re in the same situation with the same circumstances.

“You’re not the one to be giving orders, much less to me.” 

You raise your hips back up to his head, having it dip into you, crossing your clit but unable to enter fully. His tip could find its way in no problem, it was just his call, and that almost drove him over the edge. You’ve stopped fighting back, for something like your freedom and what’s better for you. 

What you were after now was just one more orgasm brought by that monstrous mf. He doesn’t drop his guard, or change his face at all as he accepted “your bait/distraction”. In this position, you’re still straight legged, laying in his bed as he has you held down, arms pinned, palms up, and legs trapped as he sat on your thighs. 

He could easily kill you now, but it would honestly leave a bad taste as no one’s been killed in his room before, much less even entered without permission. You both didn’t know what to think really. 

To you he’s some strange and strong asshole who’s been unclear if you were his sex toy or if you were “invited” and he was just being a terrible host. Honestly, it felt worse to you to have everything you needed; Without your freedom, you were honestly thinking it’d be better to be dead. 

To him, you were dangerous. You got it all right. From the room, to the person to bump into, to the alley. You could have been a spy laying low, from whichever gang he thought you were from, he thought it would be good to hold you off to send a message to see who would come collect you first. They wouldn’t send someone if they didn’t have something to say. 

At first he did just want to keep you until one of them sent them back another message. It didn’t matter what happened to you, honestly he got bored. He’s a busy man, there was really nothing else to say. 

So imagine his surprise how you came crawling all over him tonight. He knew an assassin would’ve done it before he even knew the door opened, they were to make sure it was quick. The attack would have had to been fatal, whether they succeed in one shot or have them die as they’re leaving. And how quick they leave is how desperately they want to live. 

You, just came in to stare at him and decided you wanted something else. And it didn’t seem like revenge. That was a first, especially for him. Right now he was allowing it, letting you go. There was no way you could harm him, he concluded. 

Looking down at you squirm and pout, upset on how close you were to getting what you’ve been aching from and for. He won’t drop his guard, but he sure as hell was silver platter served. Really how badly did you want it?

He connects your wrists at the top of your head with one hand, the other has its index finger and thumb at the base, controlling himself with those two fingers. He raises his erection and knocked it against your clit, the strikes sent waves of pleasure from your core to the top of your head and palm of your feet, having you whimper out. 

Your aching hole needed him, it was taking him so long. Seriously you wish he’d kill you now because this so actually torture. The only thing you could do was start to cry, tears leaving their corners and running into your hair. You were more than frustrated. Angry, horny, needy, powerless, you wanted it so bad you were losing control, it didn’t matter, no one else could judge you, and who would be worse than Sukuna?

“You came in here, climb all over me, just to cry now? You’re so pathetic.” 

“Please,” You whine. “I want you to put it in.”

His face changed, from laughing at you beg, to sharpening his focus. Even after all this, getting caught, threatened, insulted, you’ve started to beg for it. He takes his legs up from pinning yours, putting them to your sides as he aligns himself to your front hole. “Say it again.”

“Please Sukuna, put it in-“ He lowers his hips and dives deep into you. He watches as your head writhes. Instantly youre spread apart, the sudden plunge casted a warm blush across your face and electricity towards the tips of your fingers. “Oooh,” 

“Fuuuuuck.” He finished for you. He continues to grind deeply into you, quickly using his now free hand to gag you from waking everyone up. Good thing too as you were messy, fucked silly couldn’t cover it. You gave up control a long time ago. He wouldn’t kill you, not right now anyway, you especially wouldn’t let him without trying to get one last nut. It was diabolical how down bad he had you. It was more of your unhealed trauma and he just happened to be the best person to help you out, willing or not.

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You lay there as the base of your back ached. Every part of your body was bruised again, you could only imagine to move again as you tried catching your breath. You had lost count on just how many times he’s forced an orgasm out of you, mind numbingly rich euphoria every time. Nothing else mattered, you were more than thrilled the first 2 times but started to wonder if he ever got tired. 

It wasn’t until after your fifth orgasm that he managed to get his first one in. You were honestly almost regretting climbing into his room but his second had him pinning you on your back as he lay on your lower torso and legs. You couldn’t feel anything but your pulsating cervix, half feeling good from the pain and lingering pleasure, the other half making you know that this was a mistake and the nausea was on you. 

Raising your free arm, you weakly start to pat his head. It was over, you insatiable perverted needs were fulfilled, so what were you going to do now? It’s not like you’re in love with the guy, you don’t even know if you’ll get to wake up tomorrow with this stunt. “It was worth it.” You thought. Running your fingers thorough his hair, and tracing his back, you fall asleep holding him, accepting that this is it.

[myobsessionsspace]

"My last point is that I don't really see JK being a club going person."

I was going to say this a well. I quite don’t get why some people portray him as a party boy when he has shared several times that he’s more of a homebody and feels more comfortable chilling with friends or relaxing at home - which, for an introvert, isn’t surprising at all. He seems like someone who has a small close circle of friends and doesn’t really socialize outside of it. Sure we don’t know him in private and it’s not like he never goes out obviously but I’ve always felt he was pretty transparent and sincere with us. So I really don’t get the need for some fans to portray him as a person he hasn’t shown to be. It’s weird, it’s like he’s not enough for them so they have to twist his personality to make it fit the way they would like him to be. That’s not exactly what I call love, but well..

~Ask Anon is referring to~

Hi lovely!

Right?! Talk your talk 💪

Like how many times has Jungkook shown and spoken about his MTBI?! He’s an introvert through and through. From what we’ve seen he has his select few that he’s himself with and has fun with but we’ve seen him when not working like a dog, at home or working out.

Introvert in the wild

He drinks at home, due to sasaengs he works out at home, he sings karaoke at home, he cooks at home.

Of course he must do things with people that we don’t see or know about but the pervasive notion that he’s some addict fuck boy boils down to ta few things, the main ones in my mind right now, small mindedness and baseless rumours.

Small mindedness because according to the teen book, movie, tv, fanfic stereotype the dark clothes, piercings, tattoo, bike riding, quiet type can and only ever will be a ‘fuck boy’. He has a group of 97z idol friends that one outing, that made headlines, determined his character from that point forward. What else has he done that warrants such judgements? Drink at home in front of his phone? Have boxing as a hobby? Own a motorcycle alongside owning cars too?

The Wattpad f*ck boy of their dreams 😑 I’ve literally SEEN countless Wattpad covers, some actually entitled ‘f*ck boy’ or with a fuckboyjungkook! tag, no joke!!!

Rumours because his blonde foreign, dancer, idol, older actress, tattoo artist girlfriends all can attest under oath to his ways, no wait it’s the random online account holders that can attest under oath due to their inside knowledge

No matter how often he shows himself to be a homebody. No matter how often over the years the members and Jungkook talk about how Jungkook likes to stay in. Jungkook saying he’d rather join in on other people’s plans as he’s not one to do much of left to his own devices. Namjoon saying Jungkook likes to stay at home and Hobi saying ‘he’ll go for Jimin’. Jungkook saying he stays in and when given Netflix suggestions says he’s watched them all, used to stay in and play video games, draw and create etc it’s not enough to shift certain people’s mindset because his outward appearance sets it in stone for them. Oh that and his FICTIONAL music videos where he holds a woman’s hand and starts at another woman’s forehead

When the camera is rolling for the MV character, the pop idol

When the camera isn’t rolling for the MV character but to capture the man Jeon Jungkook

There are so many side to this young man who has an aesthetic expression that people will not get over.

Curteous

Kind and respectful

Loving

Tender and caring

Cute. Sorry Jungkook you are a grown man, yes, but still so damn cute!

You’re right in my opinion anon but I will say one thing…

You said: ‘It’s like he’s not enough for them […]’

I say: He’s too much for them, so they have to simplify him to a caricature because him as a whole is someone they can never appreciate, how he deserves to be appreciated. Him as a whole can’t be the person they’ve deemed their fantasy or enemy.

Thank you for your ask😊! As you can tell I needed to get that out and you gave me the opportunity 🙈

💜

[eddiediazismyhusband]

This is what gets me when people write in depth analysis about how dumb they would be to not go there with queer Eddie and with Buddie. Like yes, I agree it would be incredibly stupid and bad writing - unfortunately as much as I want that to reassure me(and I’ll admit some days when I’m sad and need to not be I pretend to let it), it doesn’t. Just because it would be stupid and bad writing doesn’t mean they won’t do it. We’ve seen this show repeatedly make bad writing choices before. I’ve watched TV shows time and time again screw things up in the eleventh hour, I’ve seen so many shows set things up and then take a hard left turn into the dumbest plots in existence. And they get backlash for it but still do it. So as much as I want to believe that because logic and basic literary analysis says Eddie is queer and Buck and Eddie are each others’ best match - that isn’t a guarantee of anything. I’m also preparing myself that if we actually do get a queer Eddie storyline and buddie canon - there is a high possibility that they stumble through it in a ridiculous and poorly written way. I want more than anything for that not to be true but it is still a very distinct possibility.

this is exactly my feelings- like one of my biggest pet peeves are people making posts as if buddie is 10000% happening and there is absolutely zero possibility of it not going that way which i’m sorry to be a debbie downer once again but that’s just not true

what kills me is everyone in the fandom keeps talking about “it’d be so ooc for _______”, seemingly forgetting the fact that s7 was ooc for so many of the main characters to the point that we were all ragging on the writers about it… like if they were able to write a season so sloppy and terribly ooc what makes you think they won’t continue to do so, especially after tim just said “i don’t like to plan out seasons”

ooc writing happens in tv shows all the time. just because something wouldn’t make sense for a character/plotline doesn’t mean they won’t just do it anyway. like I’ve said before, tim has shown us that he only cares about shock value and drama- telling us himself in a interview that “i can’t just let them be happy, then no one would watch” (which is such total bullshit but this is the man who decided to make eddie have an emotional affair with a doppelgänger of his dead wife rather than just, yk, confirm his queerness)

i get it. it’s disappointing. you don’t want your favorite shows/characters to tank and go off the rails. but unfortunately, it has happened time and time and time again in network tv, and 9-1-1 is not immune to this.

i fully agree with the posts and analyses that detail how the show has set up buddie being the only satisfactory endgame relationship between them, and how it would be foolish and bad writing for them not to, but unfortunately (as you said in your ask) this show has made god awful writing choices frequently (literally the entirety of s7 is proof of that) and they have jumped through hoops to avoid buddie canon countless times— there is nothing stopping them from doing it again.

and this idea that just because they’re talking about buddie openly must mean they’re going canon is ridiculous. the short is reaching the end if it’s run; if it even gets renewed past s8, it’s very unlikely that they’ll go past s10 at the longest. they just moved to a new network, baited the fuck out of buddie pre-s7 and then didn’t give us anything and people are still watching. they know that as long as people think there’s a possibility of buddie canon that they’ll watch the show— it’s textbook queer/shipbaiting. 9-1-1 is not immune to this just because they’ve said “we don’t want to be accused of queerbaiting” in the past. we’ve reached a point where the network queerbaiting won’t cause enough backlash to warrant them being cautious anymore. it’s a dick move, yeah, but these creators are in this job for one thing: money. they have proven they don’t actually give a fuck about meaningful storytelling. it’s why they rely on cheap drama and shock value to get by bc they know people will tune in anyway.

i completely understand wanting to be hopeful and optimistic. i will forever be hopeful for the day that buddie finally go canon (although i hope they ditch the mustache before then because i don’t want to think of my alcoholic uncle when i see eddie kiss buck for the first time) and when it does i will be so fucking happy after waiting for 6 years.

but that’s the thing. i have waited for 6 years. i’m tired of getting my hopes up each season bc “guys this is literally the closest we’ve ever been there is no way they aren’t going to go there now” just to get slapped in the face by the showrunners and writers. i’m not going to get my hopes up about it just to be let the fuck down once again. and frankly, i don’t wanna see the fallout when we are let down again because people decided to convince themselves that it was 100% for sure set in stone happening when in reality it’s really not.

[itsnothingofinterest]

I think that the LoV deserves to win in the Final War because if they win, they will be able to create a world for themselves. The Heroes never meant to deserve to win at all considering the fact that most of them are morally corrupted (like the HPSC) and they are more interesting when they lose all the time.

If Spinner were able to win against Shoji, that would prove that his point will be always right and he would be able to save Shigaraki. If Toya succeeded, it would be the punishment that Endeavor deserves for abandoning his eldest son. If Toga succeeded, she would be able to do anything she wants. If Tomura Shigaraki wins against Deku and destroys Deku along with the entire Hero Society, Tomura Shigaraki would be able to have peace with his friends.

If I may be allowed the opportunity to rant: I'm sure some will say this is crazy at this juncture of the story but honestly? I get where you're coming from. Or at least 90% of it.

I mean for starters, I sympathize with the League far more than the heroes (no surprise from a villain fan). I think they’ve earned the happy endings they want after how hard they’ve struggled against the towering odds they’ve faced, an area which I feel they far surpass the heroes. I want them to win, I want them to prove the strength of their bonds, all that fun stuff for them.

And just logically, if you look at the worlds both sides are trying to make…the villain's world kinda seems better? Because after all, isn’t the plan to just take the current world, tear it down, and rebuild it without a whole bunch of its glaring flaws? The easy world Toga wants where kids like her don’t fear for their lives. Where corrupt heroes like Endeavor and bigots like the CRC aren’t left to their crimes. In a warped way, they’re almost like young All Might.

Compare that to the status quo the heroes want back, the very one that brought us here, which I don’t see much reason to root for. I mean even if you say “but all the people who’ve died”; first off, I swear mha civilians frequently act like horror movie victims so I can only care so much for them. But if I did, they want back the very status quo that led to all that death in the first place so…it feels like it’ll just lead back here again. A return of the status quo? This chaos is part of the status quo by now, you sure you want it back?

(Granted this is all hampered a little bit by Shigaraki’s sudden decision to sink the country and really where did that come from? Did Tomura just say that to appear more inhuman? Did Hori make him say that to appear more threatening? Because that kind of interferes with a lot of the League’s goals y’know. Sure he doesn’t want to give the status quo loving heroes a chance to rebuild what he destroyed, but society still needs replacing as part of the plan. The PLF are still supposed to rebuild according to their desires. I may make a post about just this plot point soon.)

Not to mention that I totally get what you mean about the heroes not narratively earning a permanent win here. Not only have they as a whole not really developed and surpassed their old flaws, but just the fact that they’ve been doing their own war crimes in this arc (when you’re really supposed to stick to your morals and beat villains by the book against make-the-world-better-by-extreme-measures-type villains) really makes me think they just don't deserve the win because they kind of can’t be trusted going forward. I mean the final arc's supposed to show where everyone is ending up; how they'll be in the future. And the impression being left is that the heroes, even the kids to enough of an extent to worry, have shown the same corruption we know the HPSC for.

About the only thing I disagree with out on is that I don’t want Deku specifically to die. He can be, to put bluntly, a self-righteous moron about things he doesn't understand at times, and can be a bit of an AM clone a lot of the rest of the time; but I'd hardly wish his death for just that. Especially since it seems any hope for the heroes side not repeating their mistakes rests on him pulling his head out of his arse and getting a clue on how to be better than All Might. Not that I think that'll happen anytime soon, but that's why I keep insistently hoping for an MHA part 2.

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(Sorry I took so long with this. Mix of being busy with real life and being in a writing funk. Which is why this may not be my finest post either. Hope you understand.)

[deliruousmistakes]

Let Me Take Your Pain Away (Pt. 1)

Missions don’t always go as planned, they rarely do, actually. Thing is, when they don’t, someone might pay the price with their lifes. 

But they won’t let that be Mikey’s case.

Based on @cokowiii’s ‘Just Another Day AU’

Part two here

Part three here

Supply runs are hard, it’s a slow process that tends to make easy objectives out of them, threatening to take the whole community down. Even now, after they’ve figured out how to be mostly self-sustainable, it’s very much indispensable, and each time they have to go farther and farther away in search of resources. However, every now and then, they’ll find something they overlooked in the past; this time, they seem to have found a goldmine (and a nearby one at that).

- “How come we’re only seeing it now? It’s super close.” – They were reviewing the last details of his mission. It’s nothing new and -thankfully- it shouldn’t take long: just a couple days, a week if he’s unlucky.

- “According to my research, something in there exploded, blowing up the roof and exposing the structure to the elements. The question is ‘why?’ though that I do not know, dear brother.” -Donnies eyes were shining, exited with the possibilities- “So be careful, extremely so. Now, regrettably, my current project is time-sensitive, so you go there first and scout the place. Then, if you deem it so, we’ll send a raid team.”

- “Yes, yes. I’ve done this before Dee. I’m a badass mystic warrior, I can handle it.”

- “One thing does not equate the other.”

- “Are you jealous because I’m stronger than you?”

- “Offended gasp, Michelangelo, you did not just-”

- “Cali!” - Mikey had interrupted and discarded his older brother in favour of giving a hug to his beloved husband. – “What are you doing here?”

- “A. I hate you. B. I asked him to come, as I need his help for one last test before you go.” - Answered Donnie.

- “Donieeeee.” - whining would stop neither of them.

- “Oh, well, maybe I wouldn’t have to do this if you didn’t murder my babies as a past time.” – retorted Donnie, though there was no heat behind his words.

- “It’s not on purpose, I swear.” -and it isn’t. Sometimes, his powers just aren’t compatible with his brother’s tech, making the trackers or monitors glitch or straight up die.

- “C’mon, Mikey, better safe than sorry. Let’s get this shit over with.” – persuaded Calimari as he drags a weightless Mikey to a chair. It was quick, have Cali take his vital signs and compare them with the ones on the monitor, the GPS function wasn’t so easy to test, and they’d asses it on the run.

- “Well, that’s it. You can go now. Don’t set on fire anything that isn’t a Krang.”

- “I’ll try.” – And then he stared at Cali - “Mari~”

- “What?”

- “I love you so, so much.” – A chaste kiss follows, but then their eyes don’t meet like usual; instead, Mikey is looking at their hands. Cali know he’s angsting about his death. Again.

The sight made his heart clench, so he got close in order to lick Mikey’s cheek. In response, the other let go, outraged, trying to clean his face with his hand, then proceeded to snatch the robe on Cali’s shoulders with a big, dumb smile on his face. – “Off I go.”

How he wishes he could go with him.

He marches back into the med bay, knowing that he has better things to do than wallow in self-pity. Leo and his team will be back soon, which always means an influx in patients. When they arrive, it’s shown that this time there is no exception, so he bussies himself with the work in front of him… Until he can’t.

It was sudden, from one second to the next. Something cold burned his hand, painful enough to make him drop the papers he was holding. Seeing what was wrong only made it worse. He saw the markings in his left hand. The white, form-fitting, and warm chain now was cold, loose, and had black patches all over it.

- “Cali,” -started Leo, worried tone, and getting closer to him – “what’s-” -the resistance leader froze in place, eyes wide open, but a second later he was leaving the place in a frenzy, pale and almost shoving people out of his way.

Cali figures there’s only one person he’d go to: Donnie.

- “Doctor Calimari, we need-.” - He didn’t get to hear what the request was. When he got to the exit, he could still see Leo at the end of the corridor, but he wasn’t fast enough to catch him, not anymore.

Still, he made a run for Donnie’s lab: his most likely location -and he will beat him if he’s not there-. He kept going even when he could barely breath, his muscles ached and his sight was going dark on the sides. Even so, he made it to the lab, but he couldn’t talk with how much his lungs burned and how he was about to pass out. Mikey’s remaining brothers were there, ignoring him completely.

Listening to them, he gathers that they will leave to search Mikey, who they lost contact with. Given the situation, they might agree to take him. Nonetheless, he won’t risk being told to fuck off. Thus, he plans accordingly.

Cali, waited for the right moment to hide into one of the trucks, from his place in the trunks he can’t see anything, although it shouldn’t take long for them to leave.

- “Oh, sweet Galileo, I finally get to-”

- “Donnie.”

- “Mikey, yes. Of course.” – He sets his horrid music on before flooring it, effectively launching them out of the base.

- “Puta.” – Thankfully, the noise drowned his voice. It’s even better when Leo turns turn the speaker off shortly after.

- “I just need you to keep an eye on it in case the signal comes back.” - Cali’s listening attentively, trying to collect as much information as he can.

- “Let me see if I get this straight: you two were talking, then ‘boom’, then nothing?”

- “Then you arrived, yes.”

Then they stayed silent, and Cali was left with his thoughts. He remembered talking with Mikey about their shared chains, he was right, this is agony.

- “Do you think he’s fine?” – asked Leonardo

- “Yes.”

- “But Cali’s chains-”

- “Just focus on the tablet. We’ll arrive soon.”

- “Okay…” – A pause – “Are you sure it’s working?”

- “Yes ‘Nardo, now stop talking.”

- “But it says Cali’s behind us.”

- “You put a tracker on me!?” – Shit.

- “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Cali!” - God damn it, he planned on staying hidden until they found Mikey. – “You know Donnie puts trackers on everyone! Where are you?”

- “Not everyone.” – Maybe they’ll start fighting and forget about him.

- “I stand corrected, he puts trackers on everyone he cares about. I know this, you know this, everyone does.” – He was blinded by a sudden light.  – “What were you thinking?”

- “Get closer and I’m biting your hand off.”

- “Good thing It’s a spare.”

- “It’s not. Leo, stop. I won’t fix it.”

- “Donnie, turn this thing around.”

- “Don’t you dare. Fucking hell, get you priorities straight, I won’t drop dead for going outside. Mikey needs me, or would you rather waste time, see if he dies!? Then what.” - He was screaming at the top of his lungs, as he pierced the trunk’s floor with his claws. They wouldn’t go back, they fucking couldn’t. He’d throw them out of the window first.

- “Okay. First, this -to quote you- “thing” it’s a state-of-the-art automotive engineering, have some respect. Second, the Doc’s right, we don’t know what condition Mikey’s in, its better if he’s with us.”

Leo retreated back into the copilot’s seat without talking, and after a minute Cali crawled out of the trunk into the backseats. With actual light, he could see the chain again, it was mostly black now.

None of them talked after that. Until - “The signal’s back”- said Leo, as he paled even more – “Can’t this thing go faster?”

- “Why.” – demanded Donnie, looking at the screen while driving at full speed.

- “Watch the road!”

- “Gimme that.” – Cali snatched the tablet from Leo’s trembling hands, and started reading… tachypnoea and tachycardia, but low blood pressure and low temperature… Is he bleeding out? Fuck, uh, Leo said ‘boom, then nothing’… So, traumatic injuries (fractures, stabbing), blast injuries (brain, eyes, ears, lungs, abdomen). What else, burns? Maybe he’s just really dehydrated, that might do too.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud ringtone.

- “Hey, Honey Bunny.” - Those two are disgusting.

- “Leo? Where are you?”

- “In an impromptu mission? We think Mikey’s in trouble.” – That’s downplaying it.

- “Shit, I won’t take long then. Do you know where Cali is?”

- “In Colombia?”

- “What? No. They say he ran out after you.” – A brief pause followed - “he’s with you.”

- “I didn’t know, Yui. We can’t go back now.”

- “Leo.”

- “I know, I’m sorry. I’ll pass him over,” -he passed his communicator to Cali, who turned off the speaker.

As he talked, a screech filled the air, and he dropped the device.

- “Cali, are you okay? What’s going on?”

- “I’m fine.”

- “Are you sure? I can go there, I’ll prepare the another car.”

- “I said I’m fine, stop fussing. Donnie just ran over something.”

- “Fine...” – Cali could hear his brother thumping his tail over the phone. - “Do me a favour, stick close to Leo, okay?” - He grunted in response. – “And tell him that, if anything happens to you, I’m filing for divorce.”

- “Sounds like a plan.”

- “Fuck you, but be careful.”

- “Yeah, yeah.”

- “Cali, you better come back, okay? Preferably soon, you left a mess behind. Also, call me if you need help, and send me a message every hour to let me know you’re okay.”

- “Whatever, bye.”

- “Bye…” -And he hung up.

- “Congrats on the divorce.” - Declared Cali as he returned the communicator.

- “He didn’t say that.” – Answered Leo, defensive. Cali didn’t answer, just stared at the damp stain in Leonardo’s clothes.

- “Are you bleeding?”

- “No? Ah, I forgot.” - Fucking idiot.

- “Hah? You ‘forgot’!? Y entonces qué, ¿mágicamente va a desaparecer?” - He went back into the trunk to take out a first aid kit – “Jueputa, porqué son así, se creen indestructibles, estúpidos es lo que son. El otro es igualito.” – Then he started disinfecting, stitching, and bandaging. - “Estate quieto.” – It pained him that the chain was getting in the way.

For a while after that either reorganized the first aid kit or stared at the screen with Mikey’s vitals.

- “We’re here.” – Announced Donnie, restless. Before stepping out of the car he threw a gun at Cali – “The tracker’s not working, but his last location is fifteen meters south-east from here.” – Donnie started flying, and Leo followed promptly, carrying Cali.

By now, saying that the chain was loose was an overstatement. Cali feared that if relaxed his grip, it would simply fall off. So, he held onto it.

Mikey’s ‘last location’ was barren, with nothing living on sight. Thus, they took different paths in an attempt to cover more ground. Donnie remained on the air, while Leo went underground with Cali.

[minniepinkies]

jikook fic || oneshot || 2.9k || 🔞

Jimin didn’t even realize what he’d said until he felt Jeongguk went still above him. 

Inside him. 

“Wh-Why,” he wheezed, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, “Why’re you stopping,” 

Jeongguk blinked down at him, eyes brows knitted into a thoughtful frown, cock still rock hard inside Jimin’s hole. “You called me ‘hyung’” 

Oh fuck, Jimin inwardly cursed, his face turning red that had nothing to do with the fact that he was receiving the fucking of his life, his breath caught in his chest, no, no, no, this cannot be happening, he can’t possibly slip out to Jeongguk that he’s got a-

“I knew it,” Jeongguk said brokenly, cock still hard inside Jimin, his hands planted on the sides of Jimin’s naked body, balled fists clutching onto the sheets, “I knew you would fall for him, oh, god, it started from that perilla leaves, wasn’t it, I was right for worrying yet you called me paranoid-” 

Woah, there, what the fuck? Jimin gawked at his boyfriend, his cock really became to feel uncomfortable inside him now. 

“Okay, I feel like this conversation needs to happen with me not being impaled on your dick,” Jimin said, cringing when Jeongguk shifted on his knees. 

“Oh my god,” Jeongguk replied dramatically, but he still had the decency to gently pulled his cock out of Jimin’s hole, God, he was still so hard, both of them were, but Jimin’s stupid mouth just couldn’t help itself and now he had to deal with quite possibly the most awkward conversation they’ve had in their five years of relationship. “You were totally imagining him!” 

Jimin huffed out, loud and frustrated, sending the fallen strands of his hair back, he immediately searched for their discarded blanket, wrapping it around himself, not because he’s cold, or because he was being modest, but because he knew damn well his boyfriend could never keep up a conversation straight with Jimin naked in front of his sight. 

“Okay,” he said, pointing his finger at Jeongguk, “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t think it,” 

His boyfriend, his sweet, silly boyfriend, just whined even more, honestly watch a strange scene to see, Jeongguk, in all his glory, giant tattooed muscles proudly out in display, his gigantic cock out and angry, yet he’s whining like a petulant child, panicking over his own exaggerated fear. “I knew it,” he murmured into his palm, lines appearing on his forehead, “I knew you’d fall for him! Oh, who am I kidding, I’d fall for him if I wasn’t so madly, crazily, and completely in love with you! Oh, God, I have to leave the group now, I’d kill myself if I have to watch you two together-” 

“Okay, now,” Jimin told him with an awkward laugh, “You’re spiraling, Jeongguk-” 

“You know what?” Jeongguk said, hand under his chin, “I’ve heard Namjoon-hyung is now obsessing over this whole space nonsense maybe if I convince him to go to Mars-” 

Jimin chortled, okay this was more entertaining that it was awkward, “We’re not sending anyone to Mars, Jeongguk-” 

“Why?” Jeongguk asked, then he narrowed his eyes at Jimin when the smaller boy didn’t respond, suddenly Jeongguk’s doe eyes widened, pure, mortification shown on his face, “Oh no, oh no, no! Are you planning to leave me for him?!”, then he let out a growl, “I should’ve listened to Taehyung instead! He was so right about that the perilla leaves thing, Namjoon-hyung helped you that one time and now you’re falling for him-” 

Honestly, Jimin knew that Jeongguk was being dramatic, well, mostly, he wasn’t the jealous type, well, maybe a little, but not to an extent when it’s becoming unhealthy. Jeongguk just loved the idea of being able to pamper and take care of Jimin and seeing anyone spoling his boyfriend ignited the competitiveness inside him, and his ancient crush on Namjoon did not help too, it only al‍erted him even more every time Jimin and the leader shared some cute moments, not because he didn’t trust Jimin or Namjoon, but simply because this crush that he used to had now stood as a warning sign that Kim Namjoon was so lovable that really, anyone, no matter how much they tried, was susceptible to his charm. Jeongguk knew Jimin would rather set himself on fire than do anything to hurt or betray him, but that didn’t mean, Jimin couldn’t fall for Namjoon and his wily charisma. 

“Ggukie, I wasn’t thinking about Namjoon-hyung,” Jimin finally said, crawling over toward the other end of the bed where Jeongguk was, framing his boyfriend’s pouting face in his tiny hands, “I was-” Jimin stopped in his tracks, he could feel his cheeks burning red again, God, he really has to come clean now, hasn’t he, “I was thinking about…” he licked his lips, Jeongguk’s stare at him was too intense he made Jimin squirmed on his knees, gulping down his silly nerves, “I was thinking about you,” 

“But you said ‘hyung’”, Jeongguk frowned, his large palms around Jimin’s arms now, “How could you be thinking about me when you were saying ‘hyung’, I’m your-” 

Jimin peered up at him, bashfully blinking his eyes, sending him a shy, knowing look-

“Oh,” Jeongguk finally said, now his cheeks were red too, “Oh,” 

Now it was Jimin’s turn to whine, “F-forget it, I knew you’ll find it weird,” he said, avoiding Jeongguk’s eyes, he squeezed his eyes shut, he didn’t even dare to look at his boyfriend, he’d die if he’d see a disgusted and appalled Jeongguk staring at him judgingly, “Let’s just- I don’t know take a cold shower and sleep, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have slipped out-” 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jeongguk growled, this time out of pure, nasty lust, his voice would always drop an octave lower whenever he was turned on, “Fuck, Jimin-ah” 

Jimin squinted his eyes open, “You’re not disgusted with me?” 

“What?” Jeongguk laughed, “Why the hell would I be?” 

“Because…” Jimin said, glancing away, God, why Jeongguk’s stare always so intense whenever it’s just the two of them, sometimes Jimin wondered if there was a switch on Jeongguk that turn him into a completely, hotter and more mature person whenever he wanted to take care of him, “Because you’re younger and I… I like to call you ‘hyung’ when we’re in bed, and-” 

“And that’s hot,” Jeongguk said, pulling him by the waist, “Really hot” 

Jimin’s blush went even darker, positively his entire face and body were red now, “You’re not-” he swallowed, “You’re not just saying this just because you love and you’d do anything for me-” 

“Well, I do love you and will definitely do anything for you,” Jeongguk replied with a grin, shrugging playfully, “And those are also the reason why I find it hot, but Jimin,” he said, emphasizing on the lack of honorific as he drawled out Jimin’s name, “The thought of you calling me ‘hyung’ is enough to make my dick permanently hard until I die,” 

“Urgh,” Jimin rolled his eyes, though the corners of his mouth couldn’t stop from curling, he leaned towards Jeongguk, pressing his face against Jeongguk’s clavicle, “Why do you always have to say something silly after saying something so sweet,” 

“It’s part of my charms,” Jeongguk teased, “That’s why you love me,” 

“I do,” Jimin nodded, mumbling onto Jeongguk’s bare skin, before stretching his body up, arms around wrapping around his boyfriend’s neck, then Jimin brushed his lips against Jeongguk’s earlobe, breath hot and heavy as he whispered, “Hyung,” 

Jeongguk visibly shivered, “Fuck,” he groaned, “You’re so hot, Jimin-ah” 

Jimin keened at the praise, he smiled, pleased with himself and Jeongguk wasted no time gripping the back of Jimin’s thighs, squeezing them before he practically threw Jimin back onto the bed, making him bounce. It should be icky, really, his ass was still open, and wet, his cock painfully hard, and nothing compared to how angry Jeongguk’s seemed to be, leaking, veins visible surrounding the engorged shaft and Jimin pretty sure if he squinted his eyes more he could’ve seen it throbbing. Jimin parted his legs, lifted a foot, and trailed his toe daintily from Jeongguk’s neck to his chest and grazing the nail on Jeongguk’s pelvis, his boyfriend let out almost an animalistic rumble. 

“Fuck me, hyung,” Jimin said, voice light and airy and definitely seductive it ruined the circuits inside Jeongguk’s brain. 

“Call me that again,” Jeongguk ordered, his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched, and there it was, the switch, where gone were the sweet and soft Jeonggukie, this man above him wouldn’t leave Jimin until he had taken whatever he wanted from him, until he had gotten Jimin fucked out and stupid, mouth couldn’t even spew out one coherent word, this Jeongguk was hyung. 

“Hyung,” Jimin repeated, “Fuck me,” then he whined when Jeongguk remained still, his brow arched as he stared down at Jimin expectantly, “Please,”

Jeongguk planted his knees on the bed, hands caressing up from Jimin’s ankles to his calves, and grabbed the fat of his thighs before spreading them apart, making more room for him to hover above his boyfriend, his large frame almost swallowing Jimin’s much smaller one, “Good boy,” he husked, folding Jimin’s legs until his knees pressed up against his stomach, his boyfriend gasped, neck craning up, cold air brushing his stretched hole. 

“H-hurry,” Jimin begged him, wriggling his hips, “Hyung, you can just put in it, it won’t hurt, Minnie promises-” 

“Minnie should be more patient,” Jeongguk tutted, smirking, one of his hands crawled towards Jimin’s ass, giving the plump cheek and hard squeeze, Jimin arched his back, fuck, he was so horny he reckoned he could come just from having his ass played. 

“Please, please, please,” Jimin chanted, writhing now, his cock is so hard and his hole was practically crying leaking lube and precum, begging to be fucked hard and raw, he wanted, no, he needed Jeongguk to thrust his large cock inside him, to force Jimin’s walls stretch around his thick girth, to watch how his cock would protrude from Jimin’s little belly, making home inside of him. Just fucking him, hard, fast and-

Jimin moaned when he felt the tip of Jeongguk’s cock brush against his opening, not quite inside him yet, teasing and taunting him, he sobbed, "Hyung, don’t be so mean,” he added with a long whine, he wanted to move his hips, to lower it down and impale himself back on Jeongguk’s cock but his boyfriend kept him in his place, his hands, rough and large were now gripping him by his sides, imprisoning him onto his bed. 

“That’s quite rude, calling Hyung mean, no?” Jeongguk said, cocking his head to the side. 

Jimin shook his head fervently, the cold temperature of the room spiking up out of the sudden, “I didn’t mean it to be rude,” he slurred out, his hands reaching for Jeongguk’s waist, then he puffed back onto the mattress when he couldn’t reach them, almost in tears, “Please, just fuck me, hyung” 

“I hate it when I see people cry,” Jeongguk said, eyes raking through Jimin’s face, “But somehow you’re so beautiful when you’re crying, so much so I’d love to keep you in tears as long as I could, fucking you non-stop, until you cum so much it starts to hurt and drive you to tears-” 

“Please!” Jimin cried out, sniveling, “You can-” he heaved, “can make me cry as much as you want”

Jeongguk finally took pity on him and leaned down, kissing him fully, claiming his lips, hungry and greedy, Jimin had to dig his nails onto his shoulder blades to give him time to breathe, he pulled away, panting to each other’s mouth, and then he’s peppering open chaste kisses from Jimin’s cheeks, chin and downward to towards his neck, leaving marks of bruises that surely would require Jimin to come up with an elaborate lie to the fans and their make-up artists. 

Jimin bit his lip to keep himself from screaming when he felt Jeongguk drag his cock again between his ass cheeks, fingers clawing onto Jimin’s hips as his tongue lapped on Jimin’s dark, hardening nipple. 

And without warning, Jeongguk finally thrust his cock into him, making the smaller boy cried out at the intrusion, he always loved how hurt the first thrust always was, how his little hole had no choice but to accept and accommodate Jeongguk’s cock, hard, girthy and long, he could even feel the veins pressing against his walls, and he especially loved when Jeongguk had stopped being gentle and barely give time for him to adjust before pulling out and slamming his hips back into Jimin. 

Jimin arched his back, breathe knocked out of him, he peered over his boyfriend, Jeongguk’s brows were drawn together, he was frowning the way he always did whenever he’s eating something good, and God did it not awakened something inside Jimin’s chest, making him purred in satisfaction, Jeongguk found him ravishing, like a meal he couldn’t help but savored, Jimin is the answer for all of his hunger. 

Jeongguk let out a deep growl as he drew his hips back before snapping all the way into Jimin, making him screech, squirming on the bed so hard that Jeongguk had to order him to behave, “You think I can make your cocklet cum without touching it, Jimin-ah?” then he added, glinting as if he’s just accepted a challenge, Jimin couldn’t speak, his brain fuzzy, he didn’t even know if he remembered how to speak. So he just nodded, pathetic and complying. 

Jeongguk hummed, smiling, his smirk above Jimin was menacing yet his eyes remained soft, he pressed a kiss onto Jimin’s foreheard, muttering into his now slippery skin, “Hyung loves you so much, Jiminnie,” he told him softly, the way hespeaksk playing such contrast to how hard he was fucking him, “Will never let anyone else have you,” he said, “Gonna ruined every man for you, leaving wanting no one but mine’s cock, make you cry and sob when you couldn’t have it, make you as addicted to me as I am to you,” 

“Yes, yes, hyung,” Jimin cried, burrowing his head into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck, his fingers now digging into his boyfriend’s back, marking him just like he had been marked. Jeongguk angled his hips and thrust slowly until he found Jimin’s sweet spot, grunting once he found it. Jimin keened as a shockwave of pleasure blared from his spine, his mouth wide open as he screams, Jeongguk began to fasten his pace now, sure and sturdy once he knew how to send his boyfriend to his cloud nine. 

Jeongguk snarled, low and harsh like an animal when Jimin’s walls tightened around him, he whined, biting his lip so hard it drew blood, he wanted so bad to touch himself but he was sure Jeongguk would be so disappointed in him if he did and Jimin didn’t want to upset his hyung, didn’t want him to think that he couldn’t behave. He sobbed when Jeongguk began to fuck him erratically, pleasure spreads from his spine to his belly and his cock, tingling every nerve inside his body. 

He’s fucking him like a madman, snarling and growling as if Jimin had consummated his rationale that now he had no goal but to take him over and over, Jimin whimpered below him, he could feel himself so close to reaching his peak, vision blurry, heaving right into Jeongguk’s ear, hearing his desperate, breathy cries and moans, chanting him to fuck him faster, fucking him harder, hips slamming into his ass, cock thrusting in and out of his now swollen rim, not caring about anything but to pleasure Jimin over and over-

Jimin screeched and trashed as he cummed, nails scrapping the span of Jeongguk’s back, bleeding his skin as his little cock painted their stomachs white, his walls clenching and tightening around the still moving cock, his belly contorting from pain and pleasure, he laid on his bed, immobile and thoroughly fucked as he let his boyfriend use his body to find his own release. 

Jeongguk’s grip on Jimin’s hips was now certainly bruising, he was merciless as he drove into him to reach his peak, Jimin’s cringed in pain, Jeongguk’s thrusts start to hurt him now, but he was a good boy, he could bear it a little longer, wait for his Hyung, after all he’s done so much to make Jimin feel so good- 

“Jimin” Jeongguk growled as he came, his hips going rigid, taking in his own high to come down, he was panting, his chest rising up and down, sweating from the sides of his head dropping on Jimin, the smaller man clenched his hole around Jeongguk’s cock, sending his boyfriend to groan in pleasure, he could feel hot thick spurts pouring into him, deep into his belly, and Jimin didn’t want to waste a single drop of it. 

“I think-” Jeongguk gasped, “I think you have ruined other people for me,” he told Jimin, his eyes shining, staring down at him with so much love, “I’d rather cut my dick off than fuck anyone but you,” 

Jimin rolled his eyes, couldn’t contain his laughter, slapping Jeongguk’s shoulder playfully, “Always can’t help but ruin your own romantic moments, can you?” 

“Hey,” Jeongguk said with an exaggerated whine, “even ARMYS know I’m the most romantic man in all of South Korea” 

[corrodedhawkins]

Delicate

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Content warnings: 18+ in later chapters(minors DNI) language and drug use.

Authors note: I posted this on AO3 months ago and never finished it. Maybe if people like it I’ll write the last two chapters. Yes this was inspired by Taylor Swift I’m so sorry.

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

After everything–after Chrissy, Eddie hides. Before he’d get heckled on the street every so often, called a 'freak' and a 'satan worshiper', but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t shrug off with a laugh, throwing up devil horns with a smirk as he went on about his day. It’s different now. He can’t go out in daylight without a small crowd forming, bottles and insults being hurled at him.

He becomes a recluse during the day, puttering around the trailer writing songs on his guitar no one but Wayne will ever hear. Corroded Coffin played one last show after everything, The Hideout nearly being burned down when the town found out they were playing. The owner made it clear they were no longer welcome, and that was that. So he hides away, selling weed to the handful of people who don’t care where they buy it from, as long as it’s a good price.

At night he can move around more freely, stopping by to visit Gareth or Dustin, who keep trying to convince him to come back to school, but he can’t, he can’t even get through a game of D&D anymore without getting too distracted, so he stops playing. The notebook on his bedside table is filled with campaigns he’ll never play.

Tonight, like most nights, he stops by Family Video, this time under the guise of returning The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly for Wayne. If he’s honest with himself, he’s really there to see Steve. Steve, who he’s had a crush on since freshman year, who hadn’t said two words to him until the Upside Down. Steve who’s shown him how wrong he’d been about him, the fake ‘King Steve’ persona having fallen away to reveal a kind, gentle soul. Steve, who he’s grown so close to since Spring Break. They’ve shared countless nights on Steve’s couch, watching movies while they pass a joint back and forth, talking about nothing and everything at the same time.

Eddie slams the door of his van shut, pulling his jacket closed against the chilly fall air, the zipper having broken months ago. The bell rings as he enters the store, his cheeks heating as he watches Steve’s head jerk up from the computer screen, a smile spreading across his face when he spots him. Robin tries to give them some privacy, moving to the other side of the store to shelve VHS tapes, biting her lip to suppress a laugh as she overhears them flirting.

“So, cowboys do it for you, Munson?” Steve teases as he scans the VHS tape back into the system. ‘I’ll have to keep that in mind”, he winks, making Eddie giggle.

Here’s the thing, Eddie isn’t sure what to call them. Friends went out the window a few weeks ago when Steve turned to him halfway through Back to the Future (obviously Steve’s choice) and gently cradled Eddie’s face in his hands before placing the softest, sweetest kiss on his lips.

Since then they’ve been inseparable, spending countless hours on the phone when they’re not hanging out at Steve’s. Eddie doesn’t have a phone in his room, so he pulls up a chair to the phone hanging on the kitchen wall, twisting the cord around his finger as he listens to Steve. Listening to him ramble on about something Dustin’s done or the rude customer who came in the night before is the highlight of his day.

Wayne always gives him a knowing look during those calls, waiting for him to hang up before announcing, “That boy better be treating you right”. Every time Eddie ducks his head and blushes. “It’s not like that”, he mutters before scurrying down the hallway to his room.

Tonight the plan is to go back to Steve’s place, a movie picked out they both know they won’t even put in the VCR. Eddie insists on leaving his van at Family Video, riding with Steve in his Beamer to his house. He doesn’t want someone to spot his van in his driveway, the possibility of his reputation reflecting badly on Steve is too much for him. Steve fights him on it at first but gives up once he sees how much it means to Eddie. He doesn’t mind driving him back to Family Video to pick up his van, as long as he gets to spend time with him.

Thankfully, Vickie picks Robin up once they lock up for the night so Steve doesn't have to drop her off. He still hasn't said anything but Robin knows. Steve knows that she knows, can hear her snicker when they're flirting at work, but he's waiting for the right time. They haven't put a label on it yet, and he doesn't want to jinx anything by talking about it. Since Robin isn't there, there's nothing stopping Steve from resting a hand on Eddie's thigh as he slides into the passenger seat with a quiet, "hi".

"Hi", Eddie shoots him a shy smile, scanning the empty parking lot before pecking a quick kiss on Steve's lips.

Steve pouts, pulling Eddie back in for a longer, more passionate kiss. Eddie smiles into it, shifting so he can bring one hand to rest at the back of his neck, the other sliding up his thigh. The VHS in his lap clatters to the floor as he shifts, causing them both to pull away with a laugh.

"Why did we even bother renting something?"

"No fucking clue."

[corellianhounds]

For the character ask game… 25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? (Din, Grogu, Boba and Fennec—all, some, or just one if you don’t want to do too many 😉)

I LOVE this question tysm 💕

My first impression of Din was colored by intrigue; I knew next to nothing about the show going into it, but I’ve always loved silent stoic masked characters, and then they made him a cool, capable lone gunslinger type?? Awesome, I’m already into it

And then as the first episode went on and we get the religious/cultural aspect of his code going into the covert, the deference he gives the Armorer and the mere GLIMPSES of his past in the flashback (all of this sequence of scenes scored by Ludwig Göransson’s incredible soundtrack), I was suddenly SUPER invested in this guy. They’ve already made him complex and interesting and I’ve loved every second so far, what’s next??

And then they introduce the kid at the end. And he’s possibly the cutest thing to come out of Star Wars. And you know just from looking at him what his species is meant to imply. And the second Din shot IG-11 I knew immediately what kind of story this was going to be and I was hooked

I was a fan of Star Wars before season 1 of The Mandalorian, but season 1 made me a Star Wars Fan™

I was also super intrigued by Fennec and was really impressed with Ming-Na Wen (no surprise there, she’s a great actress) and I was SHOCKED that they legitimately killed her off bUT THEN WE GET A POST-CREDITS SCENE!! I’M ALL IN BABEYYY! GIVE ME MORE OF HER!

As far as first impressions go of Boba Fett, I was passingly familiar with the character beyond surface level canon lore and I’d read half of one book where I really loved his character (The Mandalorian Armor by K. W. Jeter, Boba’s characterization there is solid and a lot of the basis for how I’ve always viewed and written him), but his reintroduction via “The Tragedy” was one of THE BEST character intros EVER. It’s one of the best fight scenes in terms of how it was shot and how he’s depicted; Fett is framed as and successfully shown to be a POWERHOUSE of strength, skill, intimidation, and sheer stage presence. It’s one of my favorite sequences to come from Star Wars, especially season 2 of Mando. I was so jazzed about it I was scream-texting my sister and I could just KEEP going on about it. Boba Fett in that episode is SOOOOO GOOD

Aaaaand… Then season 2 finishes and we get TBoBF.

I still love Mando and the kid as they were originally written, but I don’t love what they’ve done with the story and direction of this (and adjacent shows). Season 2 was messy and I wasn’t as big of a fan but I thought “okay maybe the story’s just going in a different direction and I should see what the creators have in mind” but by TBoBF I realized (with all four of those characters) OH, no, the showrunners didn’t have a cohesive game plan or long term story planned out with any meaningful thought, and by season 3 I realized I was pretty much done with whatever direction the original creators were taking the characters. I have better ideas and creators of something I used to like aren’t above criticism and they’re not immune to fans expecting better of them. You have control of one of the biggest franchises on earth and you can’t afford better writers? I don’t care about production quality or quantity of shows if the stories themselves are bad. Do better.

(Also not only are the stories not great, it sucks to see TBoBF, a show led by two veteran actors and people of color, be as badly written and received as it was. It, like many things, wasn’t the actors’ faults. It had a bad script and bad direction and now it seems like Boba’s character— one that has had a long and LASTING cultural presence— is being put on a shelf because the show wasn’t received well, but Disney/the Star Wars producers aren’t admitting to their role in its failure.)

These actors deserved better, the source material deserved better, and I’m disappointed by how quickly it went downhill and, in my opinion, isn’t salvageable based on how they’ve handled all of the original story hooks and character arcs. I have zero excitement for the movie and aside from Andor (which is not without its own flaws in other ways) I’ve haven’t enjoyed any of the other Star Wars shows in the last four years 🤷‍♂️

So I guess I’m short, love the initial characters, dislike the present depictions based on later material

Ask Game

[twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for]

So I have been stalking you account and reading your awesome takes and I have sth to add regarding the difference between UB in the books and how Sera talks abt them on tumblr. I think this issue also happens a lot with F in the sense that Sera has stated that they are not as affected by their past and that their route is the least angsty when it comes to that, but i feel like that this is kind of minimizing the trauma F went through. Like we are shown multiple times throughout the books that they are struggling with what happened in the Echo World and leaving their mom behind and we see how avoidant they are when it comes to opening up and how they tend to brush it off with humour. Anyway, sorry for ranting in your ask box, I just feel like F’s past shouldn’t be erased in order for them to fit into the “least angsty LI” category

Feel free to rant anytime! :)

I absolutely agree and my only thinking for why F/M answers can seem… off the mark… is because if I remember right they were not originally planned to be romance options- just A/N were. We almost always get satisfying and accurate to what we know answers for them and that would be because Sera has had however long to plan and really put all the pieces together for A/N whereas F/M don’t have that same treatment and Sera may actively be changing their mind while books are being written on who they are and how they act because they haven’t had the time to be fleshed out the way A/N are and have been. F/M probably were going to be more of a Vera/Tina type role where we interact with them every now and then, love them, but we don’t know much about who they are or what they’ve done. They’re on the side but not the main story.

The real injustice with what we’re left with for F/M is that by their character being downplayed in reactions (such as F just making a joke or M reaction being not caring or too inappropriate to answer) that’s what they’ll get boiled down to in the fandom because that’s all we know or can go off of.

F being the “least angsty” route for me means less that they don’t have trauma and more so that they’re the best at not simmering in it or allowing it to effect how they treat others around them the way we see A and N do (for better or for worse). I think F probably is the least angsty in how they take those feelings and experiences out on the detective, if that makes sense, but they’re no less angsty in background. Or at least that’s how I like to interpret it. We can’t measure trauma but we can measure how well a character can cope and heal. F allows those around them to be a part of their healing whereas A/N shut it down and keep it secret.

As it stands now… we know the most about F and their backstory out of all of UB, also they’re the most forthcoming with the detective, so I find them to be the character with the most angst right now because we know the how and why. There is only one moment in the two books we have access to right now that absolutely shattered my heart and that would be reading that F wants nothing more for someone to choose them and they want the detective to be that person and then we are shortly faced with that exact choice when rescuing Sanja. I pick Sanja in every route but F’s.

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 🛐 - June 2024 - Cancer

Singles:

Who is Coming In: Page of Pentacles rev & 8 Pentacles rev

Regarding: 7 Swords

Long-Term Potential: 10 Swords

On God, no. Not one card of this is positive, not one. The Devil at the bottom, that’s who you’re dancing with, and it’s your choice because Blowing Kiss is *your* feelings, it shows “affection returned”. You’re the only Cups here. You’re fair to them, you give to them, you *think* they reciprocate but…

This person does not love because they are not lovING, they’re a dick. Very sneaky. And always has a plan B, C, D, etc. Polyamorous isn’t giving literal, it’s more like if they could, they would, and they may talk about that a lot or try to get you involved in threesomes or something. You are not the chosen, you’re a mark on a bedpost for this person - and that’s a shitty thing to say but this person…that’s who they are. Not just this time 🙏

You may have worked with them before, and haven’t spoken to them since that stopped. Or one of you could have problems with work and a possible divorce, maybe because of one, or some ex drama. This may be someone off the grid or they aren’t really into social media or being online - it probably works against their sneaky interests in a lot of ways. This isn’t someone who would post you proudly, but make excuses why they can’t. “I don’t post anyone” or some bs, cuz it’s bs. There’s been no healing or growth from one time period to another, this person isn’t interested in either - The Devil is trapped in a particularly toxic way of behaving. 4 Cups underneath, they don’t care either. It was before you, and it will continue after you, it’s nothing to do with you at all…10 Swords is the long term potential, with you underneath, and other people, jealousy, feeling insecure or comparing yourself, a major knock to your self esteem. They’ve made you feel like you’re not good enough, and that’s not true at all. This person has an obsession with options. The grass is always greener. Not any particular person, but all of them at once. Again, it’s not you ❤️

There’s not one major arcana here, this isn’t karmic, not a soulmate, not even a lesson. There’s no spiritual tie with this person, you should probably run 🏃 It’s possible this person may try to trap you in some way. Don’t let your own crushing feelings blind you to their tactics and bs 🙏

Messages:

- Condescending

- Polyamorous

BLOWING KISS 😘

- Unconditional Love

- Giving & Receiving

- Fairness & Love

- Affection Returned

Signs you may be dealing with:

Virgo & Gemini

Couples:

Them: 8 Swords rev, 3 Swords, 5 Wands rev

Regarding: Page of Pentacles

They’re giving off Aries energy strongly, whether they have that or not, it’s a vibe, and it’s being shown *how* they differ to you even if it’s not Aries. This person is romantic, but they’re not emotional. They are heartbroken - that’s mutual - but they’re not that pressed about it really. It’s not that they’re heartless or have no feelings, I don’t get toxic here, they’re just quick to release the bs and move on with their lives. They are apologizing, or have, or you have, and they’re fine with releasing the hurt or pain and letting this go, moving on. With you or without you, this isn’t someone that likes to *wallow* in heavy emotions - even if they feel them. They feel it, and let it go. Could definitely have some major fire placement/s.

The only thing that gives me pause is how you may feel about their behavior. You kinda wallow, you expect way more effort and idk…repentance, that’s not this person. Page of Pentacles is like a breadcrumb, an apology, a small offer or gesture and they’re ready for you to just accept that and let’s move on. If you don’t, they don’t get it. What else do you want from them? Get over it already? They’re not the most sensitive person, not at all 💯 But at the same time, yes they care, in their way, and they’re probably a lot more comfortable with quick endings and new beginnings…Tower at the bottom.

Messages:

- Unrealistic Expectations

- Old Time Romance 🌹

COFFIN ⚰️

- New Beginnings

- Liberation

- Reborn & Transition

- Tragic Endings

The path to inner peace begins with four words: Not My Fucking Problem

You: 4 Wands, 5 Pentacles, 2 Wands

Regarding: 6 Wands

Complicated would cover it. You’ve got this person in the palm of your hand, and you know it, and feel victorious about it. You’ve won. You’ve got what you wanted and feel like you have no excuse to feel…like maybe this can’t heal like you thought. Or you can’t make yourself heal like you thought. There’s a stable relationship this person is offering you, you two could even live together and they’re “back home” with 4 Wands. You’re planning to move forward together and make a life together - that was the plan. So why does it feel kind of empty? Why don’t you have faith in this? Because with 5 Pentacles - they abandoned you in the first place, and don’t seem to care much about the long term effects of that sort of thing, the consequences. The endings are loud and dramatic but the apologies are quiet and kind of insincere, no? Childish 💯 You expected, and deserve, more than that. Meditate is Spirit wanting you to separate yourself from this person, any person, and really get in touch with your own mind & feelings on this whole experience & person. They’re going to try to influence your opinion their way - Spirit is like no, think and feel for yourself please.

Messages:

- Not Ready …yet

- Broken Heart 💔

SWORD & ROSE 🗡️🌹

- Clarity & Truth

- Revelations

- Honor & Protection

- Determination

Meditate!

Mutual: Ace of Wands rev, The Fool rev, 4 Swords rev

Regarding: The Chariot

The distance between you, either literal or emotional, is what keeps you both hesitant to move forward with this connection. The damage has been done - can it be repaired? Maybe, I don’t get “no”, but I also get no real desire to either. On either side. You’re probably hurt by something they’ve done, they seem hurt by having apologized and you’re not jumping right fkn now to get back into the fray with them. Not Enough at the bottom of the oracles - you both trigger each other’s insecurities. There could be a complicated Lilith/synastry dynamic between you. Because of how this turned out, neither is rushing right back to the other to commit. You’re no longer sure you want to, and they aren’t sure you even will. No one is decided on returning, and The World at the bottom is closure. If it moves forward from there, it’s possible. A brand new start. Maybe. Not this month. For some, you’ll both get the closure you need and maybe just let this one go, some things can’t be fixed. Or you just don’t want to 🤷🏼‍♀️

HEARTBROKEN 💔

- Deeply Hurt & Sad

- Feeling Lost

- Grieving & Despair

- Breakup

What’s one thing you’re grateful for?

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy Aries, Leo, Libra & Aquarius

[sigma-gyatt]

I am so excited to have another album that will ultimately conclude this era. For years they’ve been planning and developing. Their production and storyline in each video has been absolutely phenomenal. The meaning and thoughts behind every video, every interview, every teaser has been breathtaking. The build up to this album, even since 2015, has had everyone waiting in a chokehold.

Before I go on, keep in mind that the number 9 is a huge number throughout the whole thing. The number links to a lot of things and you should know that to understand.

Also keep in mind some of this is pure THEORIES that I’ve heard from different videos in the last few weeks.

The explanations they’ve given us in the linked video opened a window for a lot of things. I remember when Scaled and Icy was released everyone was so confused on the change of genre and how different it sounded compared to their other albums, like Trench and Blurryface. I saw people who didn’t like it and how the new album made them stray away from the band. With Tyler mentioning Scaled and Icy in the linked video and how Nico forced him to perform, put on an act, lie to everyone, really made things tie together. The thought they put into the future, considering Scaled and Icy was released in 2021, is interesting to think about. Before they even released that album they had to think about how it would play into their story in the future. So that means this has been the idea for 3+ years.

For 9 years they’ve planned this and stretched it out through many music videos. The summary of the entire lore in 4 minutes is crazy to me (in a good way). The flashes of scenes from different music videos in Trench, like Levitate and Jumpsuit, while explaining how he escaped and was taken in gives so much helpful visual aid. This also includes the scenes they used from The Outside adds a lot to the explanation since that video/song came with so many theories from fans. The recap of the entire lore before the LAST album was a good move to light the fire in older fans.

Another thing to note is the red tape that was added over all the eyes on every cover album, besides 9 songs. In Blurryface, the songs Stressed Out, Ride, and Lane Boy don’t have tape. In Trench the left out songs are Nico and the Niners, Jumpsuit, and Levitate (all of which were shown in the video linked). Then finally in Scaled and Icy, Choker, Shy Away, and Saturday.

While all the other albums have tape over the eyes, on Blurryface only one spot is covered by the tape. The spot covered is the spot that represents HeavyDirtySoul (every spot represents one song from the album; every spot also represents a bishop/one of the Niners). The spot also represents the bishop Keons, which betrayed Nico and died as a result. Tyler also talks about the betrayal of Nico in the linked video.

With all of this information, it is clear to see that they have been planning this from the beginning. Ever since they started, this has been the idea and plan. Since the beginning, they’ve hinted and added several small details that would ultimately give us a very theatrical, thoughtful, and compelling finale. This has been the moment they’ve been leading everyone to since the start of Dema, since the start of Blurryface. They really are cinematic geniuses who have such amazing talents, who are so careful with their music they can take years to tell us this story so patiently. For 9 years this journey has given us so much hope and joy, they’ve saved so many people from giving up.

Overall, I am so excited to see what they have in store for the upcoming album. I can’t wait to see the differences between the new album and their past albums, how it will pull everything together as the conclusion. Although, this being the last album of the lore has made me a little sad. For so long this has been Twenty One Pilots, and it’s coming to an end.

I am so proud of this band and how they’ve turn their own stuggles into a beacon for others, into a story for us to hold onto while we’re in tough times.

twenty one pilots l-/

[bohemian-nights]

Ngl I’m always sooo confused when certain members of this fandom discuss characters. Because one moment the book has no baring on the show (as in while the show is based of off fire&blood the characters have almost completely different personalities) (i'll use daemon in this example and how in episode ten he pushes to attack kings landing immediately whereas in the book daemon saw the error in that plan and ops for a more a strategic approach. essentially show!daemons characterization boils down to what viserys said “… restless and chaotic” which while it was true for daemon in the book as well, that lessened as he got older) but in the next you can’t like a certain character because of what they’ve done in the books.

I’ll use the example of Rhaenyra. I dislike both show and book versions of Rhaenyra. I dislike the show version of her as I feel she’s very passive, politically inept, and while younger her was interesting (as in she had a sense of self) older her is in a sense all over the place. I dislike book Rhaenyra because she’s shown to be a racist, homophobic, classist and overall shitty person. Does this mean other people can’t like Rhaenyra? No. But I will say it’s odd when people come to me and are like “so you hate Rhaenyra for something she hasn’t even done?” and it’s just like 🤦🏾‍♀️???!?!!!???

Certain segments of this fandom mainly flip flop because neither the show nor the books supports their headcanons so they have to pick through each to try to make a modicum of sense(and they still fail everytime).

With Daemon they only say they love book!Daemon because of chokegate(notice how even though the writing was absolute sh*t and plots did not make any sense they still tried to defend it). They believe that Missy Anne was his one true love who he died for. The books state the opposite of this.

Miss Maegor literally views what Daemon did in the end as an act of betrayal. That man couldn’t care less about anyone but Nettles. So they thought that the show would give them Dumbnyra on a silver platter since they owed them after Jonerys(their original ship) flopped.

That obviously didn’t happen so now they hate the show and keep editing texts from the book and using quotes (that you can’t find a source to) allegedly from GRRM to say how they ruined his character.

In regard to Miss Maegor, the show version(which they don’t 100% like because of Dumbnyra) presents her in a way that matches their canon interpretations of her character. Which is that she’s a good deserving person who was wronged by evil men(Septon Eustace, Glaydn, Aegon, Otto, Corlys depending on the day) and Alicent the evil stepmother who should’ve bowed down to her.

Honestly if this show was indeed the Dumbnyra show or the books had actually featured Missy Anne as Daemons one true love they would stop their yapping and flip flopping and stick to one script.

[the-thirteenth-prime]

Okay, but I can’t help but be bewildered by all of these people who think that Malenia would deliberately hunt down Radahn for some slight or because of sibling rivalry when she is one of the most passive, chill characters in Sekiroulsborne Ring history. I’m not even joking. You find the woman taking the longest depression nap ever and she only fights you because you’re invading her and her brother’s sanctuary. She only smacked the shit out of Godrick because he insulted her and then probably immediately curled up like a ball and whined like a weenus at her feet after she punched him in the nose. You hear all about Miquella’s designs to become a full god and to actually use his Empyrean-ness for something, but never a mention of Malenia’s other than ‘well she’s an Empyrean, too’. Like, she just has. No fucking designs to go change the world on her own. She’s more than happy to be her brother’s blade. Malenia’s a reactive character. She kind of passive. And that’s fucking great. I actually really love that, because not everyone has to be a protagonist, and you don’t have to be a protagonist to be a badass or change the world. Hidetaka Miyazaki and GRRM could descend from the heavens right now and tell me that it’s canon that Malenia sought out Radahn on entirely her own volition and I would call bullshit. You could hold a gun to my head and I would still refuse to believe that anything but a direct or active threat to her brother’s and/or the Haligtree’s safety would have driven her all the way from the fucking Consecrated Snowfield to Caelid.

Miquella is the chessmaster and Malenia just loves him and is happy to be here. Her three main interests are her brother, swordplay, and women, probably in that order. Miquella probably rants and raves about the injustice in the world and how much their parents suck and Malenia just smiles and nods along in complete agreement and wow, isn’t her brother the best? She loves him so much. He’s gonna be such a good full god one day and she’s gonna help him get there. What? Her own candidacy to godhood? Who cares--have you seen how awesome her big brother is? He is tiny but full of rage and hope and she loves him so much. Get out of my face before I snap your spine over my leg, Godrick.

Like, I keep having this image in my head of a meeting between the demigods following the Shattering, and it’s Morgott, Mohg, Radahn, Rykard, and Godrick all standing in a circle and screaming at each other (like they’ve probably been doing for the past two hours). Meanwhile Miquella is sitting in Malenia’s lap, reading a book and quietly planning his own overthrow of the status quo and future socialist empire, while Malenia’s just braiding his hair and yawning. Like, god, she could be helping her brother liberate the albinaurics or making out with Finlay right now. This is why they left Leyndell with a fucking sapling in a pot 1,000+ years ago and only go home for holidays.

Eventually she gets done with braiding and they’re still yelling, so Miquella just starts reading aloud and she hangs onto every word. Another hour passes and Miquella says he’s bored and that he wants to go to the fantasy version of Chuck E’ Cheeses instead, and Malenia just scoops him up under one arm and walks out. Radahn tries to stop her and she snaps his wrist without looking. They get fantasy pizza and come back to the meeting three hours later. Malenia won Miquella a giant stuffed butterfly in a ring toss game and swung by Caria Manor to give Ranni the leftover pizza before coming back. They’re still screaming aside from Morgott, who’s huddled in the corner crying. Malenia still does not care but does poke out Mohg’s one remaining eye when she catches him leering at Miquella. They decide to just go back to the Haligtree and it’s noon the next day before the rest of the family realizes they haven’t shown up for lunch.

Look, my point is that Malenia could not have been assed to deal with Radahn on normal circumstances, but he probably was talking shit about invading the Haligtree or making Miquella his political god-consort to his future ‘Elden Lord’,  and she just got the lesbian army assembled and was all ‘FUCK THIS GUY IN PARTICULAR’ all the way to Caelid.

[bratz-kitten]

random thoughts on the moon signs

moon in pisces is literally my favorite placement ever. something about these people makes me feel safe. as a capricorn moon, i repress my emotions constantly and i’m deadly afraid of showing vulnerability, but pisces moons give off this vibe of constantly being consumed by their emotions – and it’s fascinating. you make me feel like it’s okay to express my deeply emotional side; even better, you encourage it. you’re the type of people who i love crying with while eating ice cream, even cuddling with. your empathy and passion for your interests is your biggest strength.

moon in aquarius reminds me of that shrek quote of him being an onion – you guys have layers upon layers upon layers. my brother is an aquarius moon and sometimes i feel like i’m the only person who knows how emotional he really is. you hate showing this part of yourself – it’s hidden safely from prying hands; you racionalize your emotions, repress them, attempt to conceal them; but ultimately, your deeply compassionate and intuitive nature will be shown – even if only to the very few you trust. your dreams are your biggest strength.

i have never met a cancer moon without raging mommy issues yet who was deeply attached to their mother. you always share this very close bond and she’s very present in your life – yet its so obviously this very toxic dynamic. you guys get this fame for being the only ones with ‘stable’ emotions because your moon is exalted but you’re like.. not. your emotions aren’t stable; much on the contrary, and even if you’re very emotional, you don’t particularly like showing it. most of the cancer moons i’ve known are iffy about expressing their feelings. you joke a lot about your trauma, though, and so you give people the impression of knowing you when really, they don’t know the half of it.

moon in sagittarius makes it feel like life is worth living. you dream so much and so high; you’re so open about your love for adventure and freedom, so optimistic and fun-loving – to the point where most people don’t understand how turbulent your emotions are underneath the façade. you give off the vibe of the funny friend who’s depressed and afraid to show it because you’re supposed to be the one who raises the spirits. doesn’t it hurt when you try opening up to others and they almost seem bothered by it because they prefer it when you’re just this bubble of fun? you need to learn to take that weight off your shoulders – stop trying to entertain others and realize that they’re the ones who need to entertain you. this is your show, baby. your resilience is your strength.

is it possible to be a capricorn moon without having strict parents and a terrible childhood in which you had to raise yourself? because i think it’s kind of a given. it’s so funny how literally everyone sees you as this cold, unemotional, strong person yet you probably cry everyday. a lot of problems with self-worth every time you’re in a bad place mentally, which is constantly. extremely calculating – you always do shit with a clear purpose in mind and it can come off like you’re using people for your own gains. your ability to survive even unsurmountable odds stacked up against you is your strength. i almost feel like you thrive on pain because that’s how you’ve learned to grow and adapt.

moon in aries people are so smart, and most of all, dedicated. you make me want to get my life together so bad – you’re the type of people to set a goal and go through with it no matter what. you’re always on to something, looking for opportunities and recognition. you see what you want and you go for it. you’re so easy to rile up and lose it, though, it’s so funny how you’re so bold and passionate yet so big of a crybaby (all aries placements are tbh).

moon in scorpio stop being so pessimistic pleathe i will kiss you in the lips just don’t lose your faith in humanity /yet/. trust is the most important thing in the world to you which is funny because you have raging trust issues. so sensitive but you cover that up with anger. you be looking like you wanna commit sporadic murder when on the inside you’re just so hurt. you’re so dependable, things might be in deep shit but as soon as you’re in the room i know we’ll find a way to fix it. if the l*ve of my life doesn’t end up being a scorpio moon i’ll be so pissed.

moon in leo YOU’RE SO INFURIATING PLEASE SHUT UP OR I’LL FUCK YOU??????? massive egos, you know you’re the shit and you won’t shut up about it. likes to start arguments just to rile everyone up and then laugh maniacally in the corner at the chaos they created. always have a wicked plan in mind and i’ll go along with it because you’re also stupidly endearing. the best friends, literally always there when you’re down and sosososo supportive. i’ve noticed that feeling insecure is quite possible the worst thing you can feel, it’ll start to take a toll on your physical health. your ability to be a fucking idiot but also a /pretty/ idiot is your biggest strength.

moon in virgo if you say “well actually, that’s not how that works” one more time i’ll throw hands. incredibly nit-picky and obsessive but also the types of people to have a pile of dirt on their room?? mom friend, WILL take care of her babies/friends. you always ruin the mood yet.. you’re so fun to be around? how does that even work? i could listen to you talk for hours. i don’t think you know what the concept of relaxation is. also pleathe stop with that need to fix others. the fact that you’re so focused on your goals and willing to do just about anything is your biggest strength (it’s also kinda scary).

my mom’s moon is in libra and ma’am can you please stop transferring your mommy issues onto me? i get it, you had a codependent relationship with her and she showed you she loved you while also constantly criticising you and treating you like an extension of herself. my bestie is a libra moon too and it’s also like that. just.. mommy issues and insecurities for days. a passion 4 fashion and people love to be around you. also, i can’t understand how you feel. like, you’ll cry a lot and love so hard yet when you break up with someone you’ll never spare a thought about them again? it’s almost like you can turn your feelings off. which is funny, because that’s supposed to be a capricorn moon thing but i’ve never met one who can stop caring, they just act like they’re heartless to protect themselves. either way, libra moons can switch from sweethearts to cold and aggressive in a literal second and it’s scary but also cool.

moon in gemini please don’t ever shut up you have so much to say, your interests are so fascinating and the way you talk with so much passion about literally anything makes my heart do the flippy thing. also so complicated, can you name one person in this world who fully knows and comprehends you? very secretive, people feel like they know you because you talk a lot and are very open about certain things but as soon as something actually serious happens you turn into allison dilaurentis real quick.

moon in taurus why are you so pretty? you’re so extra too, you always leave the house looking straight off the runaway. you’re literally so caring for your friends and overprotective too, possessive of even them. you prioritize comfort a lot, wether it be on your home or concerning yourself. you’re very good with people, i feel like you’re the ex that your ex-boyfriend’s mom doesn’t ever shut up about because she misses you and wants you to be The one. you need to learn that change isn’t the enemy!! change is fundamental for personal growth. hold grudges for a crazy amount of time. very weird sense of humor, in an oddly endearing way. your mentality of “if they’ve hurt you, they’ve hurt me too” is your biggest strength.