#consequences of my actions or whatever I guess. Not to mention the Other Problems

[twilightarcade]

ok so I was reading then slept 4 like an hour and a half

[mjstral]

Meet Michiko!

Name: Michiko Ishihara

Age: 20 in the canon universe, 24 in my fanfiction

Affiliation: Black Oak, Amazzoni

Occupation: • flowerist (before)

• whatever the Amazzoni are lol (after)

Ability: the setting sun; it allows her to absorb the life energy of other living beings. If she absorbs too much energy all at once, she runs the risk of losing control. In this case her body can suffer serious consequences that often manifests as maniacal phases. To avoid this risk she always wears an obsidian stone around her neck which absorbs excess energy. If she absorb energy little by little she can heal herself and extend her life as much as she wants (to do so she must first remove the stone).

Love interest: Dazai ihih

Hobby: doesn't really have one and always complains about being bored

Likes: coffee, dogs, the sea

Dislikes: boredom, lemons, wasps

Personality: lively, confident, curious, sensitive, shrewd, spontaneous, witty, compassionate, honest, rebellious, naïve

Personal motto: life is painful and hilarious

More undercut

Trivia

• inspired by the real Michiko Ishihara, Dazai Osamu's second wife

• I decided to give her the biological surname of her real counterpart and not the surname "Tsushima" to make her character more independent from Dazai;

• irl Michiko was a teacher but BSD Michiko doesn't want to become one, plus she's not very good with children because she doesn't have any patience;

• her ability is inspired by one of the book of Dazai Osamu, The setting sun in which her best friend Kazuko is the main character

• awful sense of humour. Just awful.

• Clumsy, not in the adorable sense, in the sense that she falls, taking down with her the name of every saint she knows and whoever is walking with her to hold on to her

• Happy that life has no meaning because she believes that in this way the human being can be the architect of their own destiny, but at the same time she's suffocated by the absurdity of life

• Too sincere

• "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

• Mary Oliver poetry incarnated

• Sexy dumb bitch

• "the very reason to live is whatever you do that prevent you to kill yourself" (A. Camus)

• Crave a deep emotional connection with ppl

• Has a specific taste in men but can't recognise/explain it so if you aks her she'd be like:

"What's your type?"

"I like pathetic men."

• Parents issues

• Good and big heart but doesn't really know how to show affection (bc her father never did)

• Always down for throwing punches, but always tries to talk first

• Verbally attacks if she feels verbally attacked

• not to mention when she feels physically attacked

• Wants to understand people and why they do what they do, in fact it's hard for her to blame someone for their actions (unless they kill someone of course)

• Sees the good in everything, but it's far from being a soft character

• Sometimes she think she's God, sometimes she's a drama queen: "God's sense of humour is me", "but weren't you god?", "in fact I'm very self deprecating"

• Fear of abandonment but the one that makes you cry when you're alone bc you think about when shit will end so you self sabotage yourself and leave before you get left

• Michiko: I'm so wise.

Kazuko: You're a problem child.

Michiko: A wise one. I don't make the rules.

• naïve but doesn't seem to bother her

Dazai: why did you call me?

Michiko: I had nothing to do

Dazai: and I'm the one who came to your mind first?~

Michiko: yes, why? Oh, wait....... Eh, nevermind I guess you're right.

• she likes to give nicknames to people that think can represent their personality or traits.

Dazai: Bakazai

Atsushi: lil tiger

Murakami: mr. handsome asiatic (in Italian it's funnier)

Kunikida: kunikidazilla

•owns a motorbike. She bought it to piss her father off.

[ericaportfolio]

Hello Puppets' Secret Villains?

So I had a thought about this just now. I want to get this out before I go crazy when Anemoiapolis gets released next week. For the universe of Hello Puppets, I'm starting to think Mortimer's Handeemen aren't the only villains in the series. I believe there's another group of questionable people we should start talking about just in case this is revealed in another prequel or sequel to Hello Puppets. Let me explain...

I guess that the original purpose of the studio headquarters before Mortimer's Handeemen moved into the building was a factory or plant near the city hospital of the time, Sacred Mercy Hospital. From Riley's wing, probably a meat plant. I'm not sure how Owen got the building in the first place other than his dad helped pay for it, but either way, setting up a studio in a former plant like a meat plant was a bad idea, health, and safety-wise. The way the news portrayed the fire in the newspaper made it sound like it was an accident, and the authorities retrieved the bodies of the dead cast member due to the death count mentioned. But wait for a second, this doesn't make sense after playing the original game. Owen's body is still in there. Jake Bowen is still there possessed by a sock puppet. At Midnight Show's ending, Carla and Joel are still possessed, and Owen's spirit is in the body of Matilda, another crew member. I don't think anyone went in because someone like Scout Harper told the authorities about what happened and didn't want to risk going in there to get possessed themselves.

However, here's the twist, so bear with me. With the homeless becoming victims of the puppets, why isn't the city taking this seriously and didn't listen to Anthony, who was investigating the case, and went to stop it? Well, that's because the city leaders are covering this up to decrease their homelessness problem. Think about it! The world was affected by recessions, lockdowns, and economic/crime problems harming big cities over the years. Because of this, the city leaders let the puppets continue with their crimes to have the city appear safe to live with a low homeless and low crime report. If Anthony got the word out for everyone to listen, not only the puppets get destroyed, but the city leaders from over the years could get questioned and arrested if found guilty. With Anthony missing, it seemed they didn't have to worry anymore. That was until Scout's Host escapes the HQ with a dead puppet stitched onto their hand.

If the hospital is still nearby and not relocated, and someone found Host and took them there, the doctors and nurses would question what happened. If they believe they're going to tell security to phone the police. If someone at the police department takes this seriously, actions will have consequences for the puppets as the police and detectives make one horrible discovery after the other. Then Host's potential family and friends, their college, and the college editor who sent them might catch wind of this which would create rightful outrage. If nobody listens, unfortunately, the puppets would take that as a cue to start taking over the world, ready or not. With that, everyone gets possessed by a puppet. In my opinion, in a headcanon, anyone left is just the human actors/actresses playing a part and singing against their wills, similar to Starkid's The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, like it's a Sesame Street episode. Those who don't obey get bagged in a meat locker. Whatever the ending is, karma will bite the city leaders over the years eventually for the greedy roles they played to make themselves look better.

I'm sorry this is long. I had to get some theory about this topic out there to get the ball rolling. So be free to add anything to this to expand this theory. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

[rooigseix]

Next to the previous topic ‘bout Vongola Primo was a (or used to be) reckless, childish, emotional young man.

We have Cozart as the same, too.

(Just not as emotional as him, I’ll explain later. But on the craziness level, boy.)

Again, onto the very first memory of their meeting.

Let us reconfirm something before we get to this scene: The founder trio (Giotto - G - Cozart) lived in what was called “paradise of outlaws” and they didn’t know each other beforehand. 

Now, just insert yourself in Cozart’s position here. Just imagine there is a stranger chasing you for god-know time and distance in a street notorious for crime or something, that is enough to make you run for your life whatever purpose your chaser claims.

(And as Cozart had a family member in this town, it had nothing to do with him being the town resident or a faraway guess visiting for a short period. You have a family member in crime street and you don't know about its reputation? Your family member also don't warn you about that reputation? Unlikely)

And let hear about their purpose: to give you back a wallet you just DROPPED AWAY AS A CHARITY.  Logic thinking in that case should be: 1, they stole my wallet from Pablo or 2, they fake my wallet, now they are approaching me with god-known intention. Because let's face it, someone from the paradise of outlaws says they're gonna give you back your wallet you dropped. (Notes that at the same time, some people (for example, Paolo, the one founder trio try to help in the memory) didn't even have enough to have a meal for days. The problem of money was highlighted in this scene, make it more logically impossible for such good deed as "paying back the money I picked up accidentally") Not everyone who lives on a crime street is a criminal, but better safe than sorry. Better safe than sorry, so the logical action in this scene is to walk away. Right?

Simon Cozart, definitely a teen: no precaution whatsoever. Dunno if they are gangsters, let's stop and chat.

If Giotto was lucky Cozart was not a gang member so he could chase the redhead without any consequence of getting himself in trouble, Cozart was also lucky in this scene that Giotto and G were indeed good people and had no intention further than giving him back the wallet.

Onto the 2nd memory.

He was the first one suggesting the trio be vigilantes.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with that, no.

If we let it slide that there was a collapsed house and a dead body in front of them, Cozart himself holding two children and he still suggested yes they were gonna fight them.

I think even the stupidest person on Earth at that time must realize that this was not kid kicking and screaming in sandbox, this is life-and-death fight. And people who could kill someone for not discounting the mechandise (by 90%, what a nonsense proposal) of course would not hesitate to do the same to the one who opposed them. 

There is nothing wrong with Cozart suggesting, I repeat. Treating violence by using violence is not the best way to resolve violence, but it is a resonable way that when time calls, we need to use it. Besides, when you are surrounded by a criminal and you live so goody-two-shoes, you will soon be kicked out figuratively and literally of the community you live in. It sounds ironic, but violence in the case of the Primos was a way of fitting in.

But Cozart’s suggestion is not the main point. The thing I want to mention here is his ATTITUDE when he suggested it.

He was so goddamn sure, so sure like how he thought Giotto can be a good leader at such a young age, that they were gonna fight, AND SURVIVE.

Cozart said that they would protect their people, they couldn't protect people if they died as a useless meat shield right at the very first moment they showed their face to the bad guys, right? So when Cozart said fight he meant fight AND SURVIVE.

Now let's revive the situation. 

Their opponents were like, all the gang threatening their hometown. At least had enough bomb/dynamite to completely destroy a brick house. And what about the founder trio? 14, maybe around that. Aka again, kids. Yet Cozart was still so confident that yes, they would kick their ass, they could protect the people they loved, they could win against those bad bastards.

I tell you, if Vongola Primo was reckless 'cause he founded Vongola in 14, the one who gave him that idea undoubtedly must be much, more, reckless.

There is a chance, a small possibility, that Giotto already led a gang (or at least a number of people) at that time, so Cozart had the chance to witness his friend’s leadership to be so confident like that. But in that case, was it a little absurd about Cozart’s words, “Noone else will help us”, or Giotto’s helplessly fiery attitude and action of refusing to see the town being suffered? Like, Giotto’s leading a gang meant that he had his own people, his own force who would help him in need, why he had to act so helplessly and why Cozart had not to mention them? So I’m gonna stick with the founder trio, around-14, as teenagers who had absolutely nothing on their hand other than a mad and fiery stubbornness and later a flame blazing when they chose to fight against the larger gangs who abused their town. 

By the way, with that attitude, there was no way Cozart (and by extension, Giotto and G too, 'cause Cozart included them) had not fought before. Be street fight or home-trained, he definitely must fight before, and a lot, to have a cornerstone to trust in their strength like that. (I may go with street-fight experience, because Cozart’s choice of weapon is a glove, close-ranged combat. Home-trained fighting in an old family should be long-ranged one like swords, right?) No information to talk about their flame, but enough hints that, talking about fighting experience, the founder trio had a handful of that before deciding to be vigilante. 

Coming back to the first memory, they stopping to talk when knowing absolutely nothing about others also meant they were confident of their ability to at least defend themselves if things went bad.

The third memory. God, I absolutely have no words to tell you how speechless I am at this scene. 

Because, simply conclude, Simon Cozart,

What the flying fuck was wrong with you? 

He realized it! Realize it was not Giotto who wrote the letter! That the letter was fake! That there was something wrong! Then why did he still go???

I know later on he reasoned that he was worried about Giotto because he realized Vongola had a traitor. But that had nothing to do with him heading straight to the battlefield? Anyone can see a better option that Cozart could visit Vongola as a friend to check up on Giotto’s situation. Don’t blame the letter, the letter said absolutely nothing of Giotto being in that battlefield. And even if that was the case, why did Cozart have to stay so long on that damn land to the point of being injured so much like that if he thought Giotto was on the battlefield? He could just… come and quick check, right?   

And if Adelheid’s story was true, (at least true on the part of Cozart bringing 50 men with him) Simon Primo had brought 50 men versus an army of 20,000 people - 400 times larger than the Simon in number, let aside power. So, choose your preference. That either Simon Cozart was a war maniac or he was suicidal, or both. No other explanation.

Finally, onto the oath, which, now we can all agree that outside the purpose of binding two families together, was a completely reckless gamble with more than 70% of going so down.

Before getting in: no, I understand Cozart’s logic of suggesting the Simon “going in the dark.” Let’s keep aside the matter of him thinking for Giotto, not pushing his dear friend into choosing between him, the Simon family, and Daemon, Giotto’s guardian. Yeah, keep that aside. First, if G and Giotto chose to punish Daemon, Vongola couldn't take it. Vongola couldn’t afford for a fight within the family itself when it was at war with numerous enemies. Second, if the enemies knew Giotto sent one of his guardians - one of his most trusted people - just to rescue a family, they definitely gonna knew that this "family" must be something special. Be Vongola Primo's weakness or just a special mystery, Vongola's enemy was definitely gonna attack the Simon too. No one wanted his family being targeted like that, especially when the whole family and even the boss himself just got out of a life-and-death situation.

So yes, "going into the dark" was the most logical way to sort things out at that time. And no one could even think Daemon could live that long, more than a century. (The oath flame was NOT born to be the trump card against Daemon. Simon stated its purpose is to prove that two families had become friends again)

So yes, I understand Cozart's way of thinking about keeping quiet pretending that they all died.

But don’t misunderstand me, what the hell was the cruel fate Cozart brought into his children’s fate?

Vindice warned. That if the oath was broken, there would be fight, and they would imprison the losers 'til the day of death. Cozart was still okay with that. Even confidently let the Vindice to "free to do what they want".

This is not even reckless anymore. This is borderline crazy. (And yes I'm looking at you too Giotto, where was your hesitation moment before?)

I would not talking about how Cozart not left a note or something to warn his children that don't fight Vongola. Maybe Daemon as Julie erased it. Or it was lost in time, more than century had gone by. Either ways, in this bet, Cozart was lucky Tsuna wanted to save Enma, or else this gonna be a complete lost.

See, Simon's Primo screen time was so little but he appeared to be complete crazy and reckless. And you know what is the scariest part? That Simon Cozart inside may be completely reckless and crazy but he appeared so calm and collected. Calm and collected, as the rule of manga drawing - round dialogue bubble 💬 usually portrays a calm, even tone, thus also an even emotion that doesn't not waver much from normal, while pointed dialogue bubble 🗯️ commonly shows a high voice, usually a scream or crying out in strong emotion like shock and anger. In eight memories, the number of times he had pointed dialogue bubbles, showing he was on high of emotion, was so few. Even when Cozart thought Daemon's men were going to kill him, this was his words and expression:

He only raised his voice in ONE sentence. Every words other than that was spoken in such fluent and calm attitude, as the bubble dialogues were round and no words was missed.

Most of his bubble dialogues were round, showing a calm demeanour, and three times he talked the most was when he reasoning - one was to found a vigilante gang, two was the above scene when he explained why he knew of the Vongola traitor, and three was when suggesting “going into the dark.” Cozart appeared to be someone reasonable and collected, that only applied when we didn't look into his actions.

Vongola Primo was fierce. He was a blazing flame. And that blazing flame had, out of total bewilderment, shouted two times at this person's face. Not to mention being drove to speechless one. That said a lot about the level of craziness and who is more reckless than who in this relationship.

One more note: Enma definitely inherited his ancestor’s risk-taker gene.

This Simon Decimo participated in two arcs. The very debut arc, he, with six people, six CHILDREN, waged a war with the top family of the mafia world. He didn't give a damn about Vindice when Vindice entered the island. Then in the next arc, he soloed 1 vs 4 trained assassins of Varia despite being, you know, kid.

This runs in the family I stand no objections.

[the---hermit]

The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

I read this book because I wanted to read a lighter fantasy novel to get me in the mood to actually continue The Witcher book series, plus I was intrigued by how many people love this book. It was not good, I really did not enjoy my time with it. I will admit part of this is on me, because I know that YA isn't usually my jam, but I wanted to give it a try, and sometimes I do like some YAs. This was not the case. Firstly a bit on the plot, although if you have been online for the past couple of years you probably have seen this book everywhere. We follow Jude, a human girl, who was brought to Faerie alongside her twin sister and their older half sister who is part fae. The focus of the book is famously enermies to lovers trope that happens between Jude and Cardan, a young prince of this land. The romance part of the book is very little, which I liked, as the plot tries to focus on the political aspect of things in Faerie. The thing I disliked the most was the main character, I really did not like her. She falls under the not-like-other-girls cathegory and is overall so annoying. Her way of narrating everything was frustrating, she always played the victim in every scenario, it was a painful experience to read. Of course me disliking the MC so much does not help at all my overall opinion of the book, but there's a few more things I didn't like. I felt like the narration sometimes was a bit weird, there was a few descriptions that were confusing. Avoiding spoilers there's one scene for example in which a character is described to be tied up, but then a couple of their movements are described as they if they were pretty much free, and then again it's said that they are bound. And this is just one example. There's also another thing which I realized at the end, so many actions ofthe MC have zero consequences which makes everything even less believable (I'll talk about it under the cut in the spoiler-y section). I liked the idea of a fantasy novel set in a world of faes, there was potential, but this book was overall not for me. What convinces me of the fact that the story had potential is that at the end I am curious to know how certain things will progress in the next two books, although I hated the main character so much. Another thing I really disliked, and that had a lot of potential in my opinion, is having twin characters. That could have started a really interesting narrative exposing how two similar people can react to the same situation in totally different ways. Instead the overall narration seems from the very beginning to yell at the reader that Jude is the superior sister, because she is a fighter (she is impulsive and has anger problems, which could have also been a great thing to talk about because she has all the rights to be angry, but at the end that's only used to make her "cool"), instead her twin is always exposed as weak, in need of protection, not independent, with no explanation of why she might be like that. What I didn't like is that from the very beginning you can tell that the author didn't think much of this twin, who is just there to oppose Jude and make her the cool edgy one, I guess. I could go on on why I didn't like the book, but I'll stop, I would really love to know what were the reasons people who read this book liked it so much, as I said clearly this book wasn't for me, but if so many people loved it there must be something to it I missed.

As mentioned under the cut there's a small spoiler-y section so consider yourselves warned.

I read this book for the twin character prompt of the winter reading challenge

In this spoiler section I want to explain a bit better what I mean when I say that Jude's actions had no consequences. I am thinking about mainly two scenes. Firstly Jude litteraly commits murder inside her house, the house of a general, and no one hears, but whatever. Let's also skip on how she managed to hide a corpes by herself, which seems highly improbable. There are no consequences to this action other than her getting a couple of bruises and her not having Valerian bother her anymore. No one seems to notice one of the sons of Gentry has disappeard, no one. I understand that the reing is going through a lot, but nor his family or his friends seem to give a shit about him disappearing out of the blue, and of course there's not consequences for Jude. Another action of hers that has zero consequences, and to be honest I have yet to understand how that was useful to the general plot of the book (although it may come up on one of the next novels of the series, but I doubt it), is her kidnapping a human servant from Balekin's palace. She gets this girl out of the place and back to her senses, for no reason, when she is supposed to just spy and lay low, and has her kill herself because of the trauma of realizing what happened to her. We are then told that the girl is brought back to life by those who live in the waters, and that's it, nothing happens. No one realizes this servant has disappeard, which is more believable than the Valerian thing, but this girl being brought back to life has no real impact on Jude. When we learn that she is alive again, I expected some sort of confrontation between the two, something that maybe would have endangered Jude's position, but nope, nothing happens. It would have been the same if the girl remained dead, and it would have been the same if Jude had not tried to save her. It's things like these that contributed to me really not liking the book, because at the end of the day it felt like the book wasn't curated enough, and if it were it could have been much better. Anyway I think I dragged this poor book enough, so I'll stop here.

[fanfic-inator795]

THOUGHTS ON "JINX VS THE HUMAN WORLD"

OKAY SO- while I thought the ep was fun, sweet, and a pretty good end to the Jinx/GhostChaser Chens arcs… it was also just a biiiiit disappointing, and ultimately “Molly VS The Ghost World” was a better episode/arc finale.

Overall, I’d say this episode’s biggest issue was pacing. This episode REALLY should have been an hour long, as a few elements felt super rushed - namely Ruben changing his mind about ghosts. Everything connected to that whole aspect felt rushed and underbaked, even if I understand WHY it needed to be rushed given the stakes.

Honestly, Geoff being the ghost from Ruben’s childhood SEEMS like it should have worked - hell, a lot of fans called it (though, it’s a bit weird in hindsight how Ruben didn’t recognize him at Halloween…). But the way they explained the ‘scare’ felt cheap. Like- we know Geoff is a super talented scarer and even enjoys scaring to a point AND I’m not sure if the writers just forgot but, ghosts HAD to scare people back then, otherwise they’d be sent to the Flow.

As such, instead of it being a misunderstanding, I feel like Geoff should have apologized and acknowledged Ruben’s feelings while still explaining his side. OR if they wanted to stick to the misunderstanding route, show a bit more leading up to the scare/sneeze. Show Geoff being curious or interested in playing Ruben’s video games - which would in turn act as an example of a ghost not being malicious/having thoughts and feelings that weren’t just ‘evil’ (as well as give a reason for why he was there in the first place - cause like, why WAS he there if it wasn’t for a scaring job? It looked like he was reading a book, was he just randomly exploring the house or wandering around?? Did he used to haunt that house but left after he scared Ruben?? It just felt like a hollow explanation)

As for other complaints, I feel like turning everyone into wraiths instead of just Molly and maybe Ollie was kinda pointless given how fast it went (would’ve been nice to see more of the other kids’ reactions to the Ghost World) and how they barely did anything before Molly got captured (although I did love the joke afterwards of the Jeoffs being creeped out by their shells, haha). I guess technically it foreshadowed everyone coming together in the end, but it still went by so fast that it felt more like a finale gimmick than anything else.

and- hey! Uhhh, what happened to the Frightmares that were in the thermos? I thought for sure they’d be brought back for the final battle and maybe even get uncorrupted, but they didn’t even get a mention. I guess because the canister wasn’t working properly they couldn’t escape… but then why was there such a big worry about them getting out in the Ghost Con episode? Ugh, whatever.

Still, those were probably my biggest problems with the episode, and as I said the rest of it was still enjoyable. I loved all the bits we got between the Jeoffs, just tons of subtle gestures of affection and comfort + them being each other’s joy. A cute and fun couple as always ^v^

As for Geoff still defending Scratch: I’m not saying that he’s not allowed to believe in his friend - because yeah, Scratch has proven time and again that for as lazy and sneaky as he can be, he’ll always step up when he has to. Geoff is allowed to believe in that. At the same time though, I’m glad he wasn't outright making excuses for Scratch (even calling what happened w/ Jinx consequences of Scratch's actions, acknowledging Scratch’s mistake but still being WAY less harsh about it than Jeff was) and it makes sense that Geoff would want to push aside his own feelings and just focus on getting the problem solved ASAP instead, given how much was at stake.

I did also like that outside of briefly trying to sort of sugar-coat his statement that Scratch was a terrible Chairman ever, Geoff never tried to force Jeff into completely hiding his own feelings of frustration/anger. They may not always be on the same page, but like any good couple they respect each other's feelings. I also liked that bit at the end of the ep seeing Geoff nodding along to Scratch saying he was lazy and incompetent though, haha. So yeah, I don’t think Geoff is naive to Scratch’s flaws by any means, he just accepts them waaay too easily - and given that Geoff was also willing to accept Ruben’s unfair hatred of him, I think he’s just a non-confrontational guy in general when it comes to his own feelings.

Speaking of which, I really loved Scratch taking responsibility in the end - more out of personal guilt than anything else, showing that for as much as he wasn’t the best fit for the role, the fact that he’s a good person still allowed him to make the occasional good/selfless choice for the betterment of Ghost-kind - and giving up his power and status to do what was right for the Ghost World. Thought for sure the cloak was going to Geoff but ah well. Guess if we do somehow get a season 3, that’ll be part of that season’s storyline.

Anyway- Seeing GhostShark again was great, REALLY loved the "Give 'em Joy" song (so catchy!), Darryl being the only one to listen to June and swooping in with what she needed was great, the Ghost Council admitting that they had grown fond of Scratch was super sweet, and there were still plenty of moments that either made me smile or chuckle ^v^

So yeah, not a bad finale by any means… iiiiit just sucks that it couldn’t have been perfect and that some stuff had to be rushed and thus felt a bit shallow in some parts…

Looking at the season as a whole, I do wish a bit more time could have been used to better flesh out the Chens and the arc connected to them - buuuut at the same time, I love the episodes that we got and wouldn’t really want to replace any of them. After all, the show is called The Ghost and Molly McGee - so while having more Chen-focused eps would have helped the season-long story, I’m not mad or upset that we got some great spotlight eps on Molly, Scratch and the other McGees, as they’re the characters I care about most.

Still not perfect unfortunately, but I’ve certainly seen worse finales AND worse seasons of television. If this is part of TGaMM’s final bow, I’m ultimately pretty satisfied. A strong 8 out of 10.

[tie--up--loose--ends]

And before I go, I need to clear some things up.

( the shorter version)

I spent my whole 2022 year of fighting the consequences of my involvement with the writing part of the fandom.

Then because of some entitled to my work popular writer, and a POLITE ask I sent to them not to use my DELETED content (gifs), some additional drama took place, and some unpleasant stuff happened.

Anyways.

I was having a blog under the name agentalpha. I can't use that name anymore, because it reminds me of that fiasco and all my old stuff is marked with it so....

I decided to speak because:

I developed depression and PTSD as a side effect....and needed counselling to get better.

I was never diagnosed with depression before that so that the side effect as they told me.

And I think that people need to be more mindful towards the others, because you never know who is behind the screen. Being kind to all, not only your friends.

I wished people to be able to understand, that common courtesy rules and mutual respect exists for a reason.

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And before I go, I need to clear some things up.

Because I always adhere to common courtesy rules and Online Netiquette, and I find it very...unpleasant, when others do not. And then not even consider it.

HERE SOME THINGS, I WANT MAKE VERY CLEAR ABOUT ME, after NO ONE had the common courtesy to behave like an adult, and .... ask what's what.

1. I DON'T do HATE / OFFENSE

AND I WILL TELL YOU WHY I DON'T .

I write fiction since 2007. I HAVE DEALT WITH HATERS.

I WON'T DO THAT TO ANOTHER HUMAN BEING.

I'm also too old for petty dramas, and doing childish stuff like that.

THE ASK And here, that's a screen of the ask I sent.

The one that lead to everything else.

See anything offensive?

NO. Because there is NOTHING OFFENSIVE.

* There was NO OFFENSE in none of my other posts either.

And that's because I do NOT DO OFFENSE/HATE.

Simple as that.

I prefer common courtesy. Thank you.

2. I NEVER interact with fiction that is not to my taste. In no way.

I keep to myself and I only interact with fics I like.

That's about it.

Here some more:

PERSONAL BOUNDARIES STATED POLITELY AREN'T OFFENSE

I COULD SLIP INTO ANXIETY ATTACK If I interact with certain contents. And I definitely love my ability to be able to breath.

I could read almost everything except things that contain some forms of abusive behaviour (including consent stuff).

I DON'T HAVE PROBLEMS WITH PEOPLE'S PERSONAL LIKES - kinks, and personal preferences included.

No matter how exotic they might be.

I have my own likes, that might not be to someone else's taste.

And I'm NO double faced a$$. Would you kindly not make me one.

What people like is none of my business.

It's not my business what they write on their blogs either.

Unless they think that they are better than everyone else, and have more rights than the others.

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So would you kindly, before listening to gossips or whatever about someone else, FIRST go CHECK FOR YOURSELF WHAT IT IS, ASK THE PERSON YOURSELF WHAT'S GOING ON AND MAKE CONCLUSION BASED ON THEIR ANSWER.

That's the right thing to do.

And NOT DUMPING AND ABANDONING PEOPLE THAT SUPPORT YOU, AND LIKE YOU AND YOUR CONTENT, BASED ON MISUNDERSTANDING, INCOMPLETE DATA AND ( MAY BE) BAD MOUTHING BY ANOTHER.

( Tip: The popularity of one person, should not be your correct criteria to take action against someone else who is not.)

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And before you read any of the posts here, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING MORE ABOUT ME.

Things I don't mention, usually, but now I need to, because no one cares about common courtesy, mutual respect and other's people limitations:

I have social anxiety and rejection sensitive dysphoria ( google it)

I get sensory overload by too much online interactions especially in online groups

I have hard time reaching to others even for friendships - online and otherwise

And after all that, and no one willing to ask or care....well you can guess for yourself

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That's me being done. After I say what I have to I will be on my way.

I won't make other posts but I need to close accounts and tie up loose ends.

Those are NOT HATE posts.

Excuse the cynical sub-tones.

#fandoms#common courtesy IS A THING#people are different but mutual respect goes a long way#toxic behaviours#personal story of why I left a fandom#I'm not trying that again#pedro pascals fandom#pedro pascal fans#There are good people there too thank you for the few kind words#pedro pascal#fanfiction… 

[bluteatavern]

The Bittersweet Flight

Warning: contains gore, blood, murder, vomit, mentions of suicide and drugs...yeah, I guess I got everything covered.

This picture was in one of my school books, I wrote this short story with it in mind. Hope you enjoy it ;)

Beth's father, John, was still sitting in his office when she got home. It was already past midnight, but after so many nights watching his daughter sneak out of the house and not giving any explanations by the next day, he gave up trying to stop her from leaving.

He earned all of the house’s chores after his husband, Michael, died in a sudden accident. A fire that spread through their old flat fast enough to leave nothing but his ashes behind, and a poor scared baby who survived by a miracle. The whole thing was never really explained by anyone, though John had a small hunch about it. He knew about his dear one’s condition, but he never expected Michael to actually take his life like that, especially while Beth was still inside their home.

None of these facts ever left John’s head, and his job had been consuming more of his time with each passing day since things at the office he worked at were not going smoothly. With so many worries and doubts about the past and the future, he had his reasons for sparing his mind from a rebellious daughter’s behavior, which was starting to irritate him a bit.

As for Beth, she knew about her father's situation. She did care about the fact she never got to meet her other father, Michael, except through photographs, and there were not many left. As for his job, its consequences began to be shown at home, with cheaper products on the shelves, and some second-hand furniture replacing those that were being sold. But she didn’t mind about it.

She had her own concerns, as any being who starts to understand how living works. Her sophomore year of school was terrible, filled with fake friendships that carved knife after knife on her back. But the tears in the hidden corners of the school were very real, and her passion for dreamy boy Bryan Wood, that sucker, that was real too. Her actions in their relationship, the kisses she gave, the words she declared, they were as real as the ground beneath her feet, but who ever said so were his?

Beth did not have great expectations for her next and last year of high school. She felt so stressed that it became a routine for her to go out of the house in the dead of night, and head to the same alley, where in exchange for some money from her allowance, she would get her those precious "sweets" that could numb her mind and stun her problems, causing them to look smaller. It was supposed to be just once, but after the first taste of what peace felt like in a lifetime, she couldn’t find the strength to stop anymore.

Who cared if she became thinner within weeks? Who cared if one of her teeth fell off last Tuesday? Who the fuck cared if her smile had cracks around her mouth? Not her, nor her friends, nor Bryan, and certainly not her father, the one who was always too busy looking at that stupid computer screen.

As you may have noticed, none of them talked openly about lack of money or any other of their headaches, and therefore, this incomprehension resulted in more and more frequent arguments at home. No matter how big Beth's problems were, they would always seem inferior to her father’s, and vice versa.

Both knew what they wanted the most. They wanted things to change. A transformation in their lives, whatever it would turn out to be, coming from one of them, or from an external action. At least on this matter, both could fully agree.

Beth walked past her father's office, which still had its light on, flickering once in a while. She didn’t even announce her return, as she walked straight into the bathroom as fast as her brain could allow her.

After undressing and discarding her clothes in one of the bathroom’s corners, she went into the shower box to let the water wash away any impurities that might have entered the house with her. With each new trance, a new mark would appear on her body later. Bites, bruises, signs that made her wonder where they had come from, and the most obvious answer have always made her sick.

After finishing her quick bath, she reached for the towel hanging outside the shower box and began to dry herself off. She wrapped the towel around her chest, which a new purple painful mark was closer to, and took her phone from the sink to check how much battery it still had left. There were no messages on the lock screen, of course. She could barely remember the last time it had any.

She was prepared to open the door and quickly go to her room where she could finally go to sleep.

That was when something caught her eye.

Right in the corner of the bathroom where she threw her clothes, part of her thin soaked blue blouse had begun to move up and down repeatedly, at a desperate pace. A shiver went down Beth’s spine, though it didn’t seem she had anything to be worried about yet.

The movements didn't stop, but it was moving now. A volume stirred under the fabric, and it was almost reaching the end of the waistband of the blouse. Beth watched its path closely, speculating what it could possibly be. Her doubt was resolved when a brown moth finally emerged from under her blouse.

Disgust invaded her head at the thought of coming home with a moth touching her skin. Of course, it was not a harmful creature, but in her defense, the feeling of small and furry paws grazing her body was quite uncomfortable. The small insect stood still on the floor, but when Beth motioned to grab one of her snickers while she was standing, brownish wings flapped, and the creature rose off the ground, flying nonstraight towards Beth.

Startled by the sudden action, the girl got out of the moth's path and ran into the box again with her cell phone still in her hands, closing the glass door behind her. She thought the insect would disorient itself in the bathroom light, and soon be on the floor again, but instead, the moth flew straight into the shower stall, pressing its body against the glass.

Beth studied the appearance of the insect. The body was covered in yellowish hair, the paws thick enough to be replaced by fuzzy keys, and the wings brown as dry leaves. But something was different, something she hadn’t noticed before was now being shown. There were two white ellipses on the moth’s larger wings, which now seen up close, resembled eyes with black iris.

The fear and repulsion were greater than her desire to leave the safety of the box, so Beth took another route. Figuring her father should still be in the office, she turned on her cell phone and texted him.

Dad, there’s a moth outside the bathroom box. Can you please come and kill it?

00:28

Dad seriously, it’s freaking me out

00:30

Dad, c’mon I know you are with your phone

00:31

Dad

00:31

Dad!

00:32

The answer came not so long after the last message.

Daddy flew. Come join me

                                 -Moth

00:33

Just as she was about to write that it wasn't funny, the screen went dark. Her phone had gone out of battery.

Having no other options, Beth began to call out or John:

“Dad...Dad! Come help me! There’s a moth in the bathroom! Dad, c’mon, you know I don’t like insects…I’m freaking out!...DAD!”

Nothing.

A few minutes had passed since she last shouted, and all Beth could do was to stare at the moth, who was still glued to the bathroom box’s glass, like it had died there. The situation was infuriating. If her father wanted to teach her a lesson, and this turned out to be a good way to do it, it’d be such a low blow.

She came closer to the glass and slapped it, but the moth didn’t even flinch.

Her next words were quieter than before, rage on every syllable.

“Disgusting son of a bi-“

This time, a sound came from the door. The doorknob turned once to the left, once to the right, and stopped. Beth watched silently, and then suddenly, there was a loud click as the doorknob turned all the way to the right, and the door opened in a thin opening.

Strangely, this time, the moth left the glass of the shower box and clumsily passed through the door that was left ajar, leaving a trail of yellowish dust on its path.

Beth hesitated for a long time before leaving the box. What she knew was: an insect had emerged from her clothes, though she didn’t feel anything while walking home; someone opened the door, and it was not her father, because she knew he would knock first. And she was pretty sure she had locked it before getting undressed too.

She was too disturbed to want to put on her clothes considering the size of the insect that just came out of them, so she wrapped herself in the towel, with her curly short hair still dripping water, and left the bathroom, not bothering to turn off the light.

The hallway’s light was usually white and boring, but the first thing Beth noticed was that now it was orange, and a little brownish, like the Centennial Light Bulb she had to read an article about for a school project, but the glow was just as strong as before, letting it illuminate and paint the walls with its colors.

The hesitation on each step was so strong now that not even Beth was recognizing herself. All she had to do was go to the office, but now that simple task seemed to be tiled with red-hot coals.

Still, she went.

She had almost reached the end of the hall when she started to hear another sound. It was not an isolated sound, it seemed that a set of papers were being shaken together to build an out-of-step symphony, subtle and constant, with the world’s smallest drums setting the pace. A small creature, a moth, came around the hallway and attached itself to the wall. Beth couldn't help but notice the resemblance this moth bore to the one that had frightened her back in the bathroom.

A few more steps and she finally arrived at her destination...but instead of seeing her father sitting in his office chair, all she saw was an empty chair, and an orange light on the ceiling, which also was once white.

She turned her head slightly when she felt something touching her shoulder. It was another, smaller, butterfly. She quickly used her hand to brush it away. That was when she finally saw the living room, which was opposite the office. Its light bulb was white still.

John was there, not sitting on the couch, but lying face down on the floor, with a dozen moths walking over his body.

“DAD!”

Beth ran towards her father's body, scaring off some moths that immediately flew away. When she turned him over, she saw his face covered in moth fur, with scratches on his cheeks, forehead, and nose. His eyes were upturned in their sockets. The sudden movement caused his mouth to open, since his body's reflexes could not contain it anymore. Under the skin of his throat, a mass began to move upward, like it happened with Beth’s blouse. It went up, and up, and up, until two blood-soaked butterflies crawled out of his mouth, and then dropped to the ground, their wings now too heavy to fly.

Horror washed over Beth’s expression as she released her father's body with a cry. Not even the impact was able to pull a response from the man. Life had already left his flesh long before his daughter had sent the first text.

When the truth finally caught up with Beth, she placed a hand over her mouth, and a painful scream echoed from her throat as she dropped to her knees on the floor. Hot tears flooded her vision, and her hiccups filled the house. The situation could not be processed any differently.

One of the moths that was startled by her arrival started to climb up to the back of her neck. When the girl felt its little paws, she clapped both hands on her back, trying to get rid of the damn tiny creature.

“I think she likes you...”

Even the girl’s tears stopped falling. She had never heard that voice before.

She moved her head very slowly in the direction the voice was coming from, which would be from an armchair across the room beside a lamp on a small table.

Someone was sitting on it. A man, with his head resting on his hand. He wore a knee-length coat, pointy black shoes, and white gloves on his hands. He wore a brownish top hat, and a blond messy braid ran down his left shoulder. His face was covered by a brown scarf with white stripes. His eyes were barely visible behind it.

“Who... who are you?” It was almost impossible to hear Beth's question.

“Who am I?” He lifted his head “No one...for many...but for you and your father, I am what you have been waiting for”

“W-What…What did you do to my father?!” She got up trembling, and the moth that was tangled up in her hair flew to join her sisters in the air “You bastard, it was you! Motherfucker!”

The audacity of using such tone against a stranger in her house spoke louder than the fear of a possible murderer standing right in front of her.

“Oh, my child…” He continued sweetly “...but it was not me who brought this fate upon your father. I am as guilty for your father not be breathing any more as I am for the end of spring...Your father just followed the course he craved”

“This is ridiculous! My father had never wanted to die” She had reasons to believe it “You killed him you sick fuck!”

Beth ran towards the man with her hands down her front. Her fingers were thirsty for that intruder's throat.

But before she could reach him, the man rose abruptly, and from inside his coat, hundreds of brown moths came out and began to fly through every corner of the living room.

The terrible symphony that had been heard from the hallway was now repeated, louder and more terrible. The last lamp in the house had now taken on a golden glow, and it drew the poor creatures into its treacherous light, which then fell to the ground. They all had the same chestnut wings, but something odd seemed to be happening to each of them. If Beth followed the path of one, she would see the ellipses on the wings, but soon enough it would fade away, just to be seen in another different butterfly.

Beth immediately backed away and watched in terror the result of the trick she had just witnessed. Goosebumps ran through her body as more and more moths flew and landed on the walls and furniture, leaving dust trails. None of them landed on her.

“Beautiful, aren't they?” The man reached for a cane that rested beside the armchair he was sitting on “They have been playing their part for all these years”

A little moth landed gracefully on a hand he stretched out, and she started walking over the palm, then his arm, his shoulder, until it finally hid in the safety of her tamer's scarf.

            Beth cling harder to the towel as she began to question if she wasn't dreaming. Soon she would wake up from this hallucination in an alley or at a hospital, and her father would lecture her for acting so recklessly, and then he would take her home, and she would promise not to go out at night, not buy any more drugs, and she would never start fights with him again. She would do anything to get out of this nightmare.

“Nightmare… it's a nightmare… it's a nightmare… it's a nightmare” She repeated over and over as she backed away. Without realizing where she was going, she ended up tripping over the leg of her father's corpse and falling to the ground.

The man walked slowly towards her.

“If this is a nightmare to you, then it must be the most enchanting nightmare a human can get the pleasure of having”

“You are a monster” She whispered before speaking louder through hiccups “...a monster!” Somehow, that comment seemed to deeply upset the man.

"Don't refer to me that way" He said, stopping on his tracks and putting both hands onto the ball on top of the cane.

“So...who...w-what are you?” She asked in a shaky voice.

“I am a messenger” He gestured as if saying a basic fact “I believe you could call me a ‘delivery man’. I advertise, and I carry what the miserable and the disaffected, and every single people desire the most...change. This is what I deliver to the homes of the afflicted, this is what I proclaim to those with good eyesight. And it is what I came to deliver to you and your father tonight” He gestured to the body covered with dust.

“W-What? How could this be what you came to give us?! You killed my father you maniac!”

Again, the man flinched, but did not lose his temper as he proceeded:

“Don’t you realize? This was the change he wanted so much...a change that actually might have started long, longer than you can imagine.”

Beth's lips trembled as the tears began to trickle down her cheeks once again. She looked down at her father's swooning body, who had his face turned towards her, butterflies patting their wings lightly and settling into his mouth and ears.

 It was at this point that all the anguish and disgust surged through her throat, and she turned her head to the ground before she vomited. There was no more anger, it wouldn't make sense to feel it now, for all that was left were her tears, and now there was also the taste of bile in her mouth and an acidic and disgusting liquid on the floor, where more butterflies were bathing.

Beth fought the urge to throw up again at the sight.

“I don't blame you. Changes can be hard to digest” The man continued, playing with his blonde braid as he laughed at his own joke.

The girl lifted her pitying gaze to the scarfed figure that covered the yellow light behind him, darkening his silhouette.

“What change... what change did he want?” She knew the end of the dream would come with her death, so it would be a good thing to  sort things out before.

Crouching beside her, the moth tamer whispered:

“One that would stop all the others. Just think about it…John Coulton left his home at the age of 16 after he assumed to his parents and grandfather he was catching feelings for one of his fellow boy friends. Five years later, there were more changes. By far, he was someone who gave my precious friends a hard work. But after the 4th of may, 17 years ago, he made a wish…he begged for something…” He tapped a finger against one temple “…though it was unconsciously”.

May, the 4th. The date of the fire. Michael’s suicide day.

“John Coulton got seriously tired of changes. Things seemed to be going according to plan, and then suddenly, they were not. Out of track situations began to distaste him so much, that if he couldn’t speak up what he wanted, his mind did…” The man stood up and stretched out his arms “…and the right ones heard it”

Beth no longer knew if she was breathing. Deep down she understood how melancholic her father was, but she never thought he would have this kind of desire. She didn't want to accept this, or any of what was happening here. Clinging to the hope that she was still dreaming, she tried, to get to her feet, but almost immediately fell back to her knees on the dusty floor, crushing one of the moths.

“Oh you poor thing…” The man took her by the elbows and lifted her off the ground, crouching down only to pick up the remains of the crushed moth “…nothing seems to make sense to you yet, so let me explain one last time”

Letting go of Beth's elbow, the man gently placed the butterfly in his hand on the arm of the sofa, where others came to rest in a kind of vigil for their dead sister.

“It's very simple actually” He began, tapping the tip of his cane on the floor, making a sound against it. “To climb every one of the steps of life requires much more than willpower. Life itself is not made of just that. No. It mainly requires change, and the courage to face it” His face turns to the lamp on the ceiling with the same fascination of an insect “…to abhor the concept of transformation is to abhor the growth of a person. To deny this is to deny its essence. Denying change is the same as denying life. That's why when someone wants the changes to stop, it's the same as wanting to stop living.”

"My dad didn't want this..." Beth replied, doing her best to make herself audible while wondering if it would be possible to wake up with a pinch on the arm, or if running out the door would be more efficient "...he was just... .tired” The girl took two awkward steps towards the door, still keeping her body facing the man who was still staring at the light.

“A tiredness that would last longer than the world could afford. This stagnation is an offense to us. And yet we were merciful, we came to grant John's wish.” Turning his head halfway to Beth's side, he calmly completed his sentence, “…just as we have come to grant yours.”

Beth froze in place.

"So…you are going to kill me too, right?" Reality was finally starting to hit Beth like a hammer hits an anvil. A constant movement that alternated between an ascent of ignorance and a descent of realization.

“We are not murderers Beth” The man approached, his cane tapping in time with his steps “We are the natural order of things. We are what reaches every being that breathes and alters the course of the air. We are what made many lock their doors because they thought we couldn't get in." Merely inches from where Beth was, he stopped, and all the moths suddenly ceased their trajectories, landing in every corner of the room except on the man and the girl.

An agonizing silence settled in the atmosphere of the house with the absence of the sound of butterflies flying.

The girl couldn’t feel the man’s breath through the scarf, but she could see his eyes. Completely white eyes, except for the black iris.

“We are the ignored, but always remembered. We are the union of all the will that each being has to achieve peace. We are undeviating and eternal...” The man slowly rose one of his white-gloved hands ”…we are the ultimate change”

The moths each lifted their wings, as if in an attack position. It was hostile in a charming way.

“It's time to fly, Beth” And just like that, the man snapped his fingers.

All the moths took flight in perfect harmony, forming a single circle around Beth, who was not trembling so much anymore. On the contrary, she found herself mesmerized by the swirl of wings around her. A longing began to form in her core as Beth let the towel fall from her body. She wanted to join them and dance this winged dance that seemed to be filled with peace. Looking up, the yellow bulb that was noticeable in the eye of that tornado seemed more beautiful and radiant than the sun.

Beth didn't care about anything but the soft sound of the moths and that holy light. She didn't care when the little paws of the moths brushed her bare skin, for now, she saw herself floating in the air, in the middle of that paradise. She didn't care when the bugs entered her ears and her mouth, opened in admiration. She could feel the butterflies crawling through her larynx, fighting the flow of blood in her arteries to reach her heart, and their wings beating in her stomach, but nothing else seemed to be as worthy of attention as that sensation of walking towards the light, leaving all her troubles and her wounds behind.

At some point, Beth realized what was about to happen, but she didn't try to do anything to stop the process. It would all be over soon, and she would feel no pain.

It was a delicious bittersweet thought.

The last moths left Beth's body, wings soaked in blood. The girl's eyes were rolled up in their sockets, and her mouth was open in a small slit from where the six-legged ballerinas were coming out, just like the human ones do after their performances. In pain in every part of their bodies and probably with some broken parts, but satisfied with the show they had delivered.

The Moth Man had sat waiting for the show to end, and now some of his loyal dancers were crawling to meet him. He picked one up by the wings and whispered softly to it:

“Excellent work as always, my darlings”

The man finally got up and went to the other rooms in the house, looking for the main power switch. When he found it, all the lights in the house were turned off, except for the one in the living room, which still glowed a faint yellowish hue.

That meant that his duty was done for the night. There was only one thing left to be done.

The Moth Man stood between the two bodies and proclaimed in the voice of a priest to his loyal believers:

“And thus the final change was made

The day sets with morbid grace

 The night welcomes you in her embrace

The blood and the flesh are left at ease

The soul makes its way to conquer peace

And while the smell of what rots silences your despair

A bittersweet song is left in the air”

[hi-there-cake]

do u have anythingf u want to say about ghost eyes so farrrR????

hm!!! i think its very inch resting!! there are some parts i dont like (emilio is. Like That without pills + carmello’s whole deal seeming unrealistic like when he stops bullying rudy after rudy pleads and his crush gets a hold of him (though i still need to read more of it!!) but otherwise i like it a lot! it feels a bit like a case study almost both due to being “uncensored” as well as the either intentional or unintentional themes. i like how pobodys nerfect in this story, like lots of them are just kind of dicks but in the end theyre still good people. expectations are kind of toyed with like when yfirst meet luther you think hes going to be one of those . stereotypical abusive angry uncles(IM SO SORRY LUTHER) BUT HES NOT!!! despite or even because of the way he is hes one of the most positive influences in tobias’s life ever. or rudy seeming sweet (he is) but theres always that undercurrent of him being sharper than he seems to be. i say sharper not as an allegory for smartness but like in tobias’s analogy- a cupcake but with needles inside. sweet but it can hurt. rudy is also interesting just for how he plays with the idea of being kind? like hes kind and he cares for others but hes not a doormat. he has self respect and will stop being friends with someone if they continue to hurt him (at least thats what i think so far). part of the way he is being in part due to ben and his experiences is very smart like. that Seems like it should be character writing 101 past being important but like. i guess i dont see it much (<- guy who is a botw fan and does not often read other media, i guess it feels like the past of other characters besides the main characters isnt really developed. though rudy is technically a main character but not The main charscyer. i could be very wrong however. the detail about the horror movies is something i like to see (not for rudy but as a writing detail). tobias being naive and opening up more/caring for others the more hes at school is so nice to me. that feels #real, and tobias learning and growing is just fun to see. the advocacy for rebelling with luther is my favorite part i think like YES KING ROB A BANK!!! LIFE IS YOUR OYSTER!!! and the life is your oyster despite the circumstances also feels a bit like a theme, what with tobias breaking the cycle of being totally sheltered as well as possibly being able to save himself from the edburt cycle. also i do like how misunderstandings arent played so… dramatically i guess? like when edburt takes control of tobias and says Shit to rudy and tobias breaks free instead of like. acting betrayed and trying to run from tobias/whatever is common with misunderstandings hes still there for tobias, for worse and for better. he still invites him to go to halloween and tobias is able to explain why he talked to carmello. he didnt mention edburt which is. understandable but worries me for their friendship but they were still there for each other. this is all surface level stuff im sure but it feels impactful. like a well written psa about friendship and instead of the problem being something like. small like “i forgor it was their birthday” youre actually a dick but you can still make it up to them (tbf i do also like psas like that (pokemon) but this isnt targeted for kids. its trying to get a very real message out there). at the same time it also doesnt tolerate abuse and shows the side effects of said abuse, as well as showing abuse that doesnt Seem major but still affects the person all the same (ben and rudy to me). dissing christianity like that is so based. it also shows how abusers are people all the same but it doesnt excuse their actions (ben). edburt having lore and metatext Reasons is very cool to me, like edburt himself is a metaphor in my eyes for. well i would say suppressing yourself and the consequences thereof but i dont think thats Really It. idk that scene of toby and rudy together before edburt comes for him means Something i just dont know what yet. its also interesting how emilio calls toby “a perfect creature” despite tobias

being . Like That (though its not his fault). i also dont know what that means but it means something especially with the pobodys nerfect notion. i wish i could say more but i dunno what else to say. well simons theology is very based. yeah Man i really do wish i could say more…….

[problematickinconfessions1]

This is so awkward for me to talk about, but a new memory surfaced recently and it's been hard for me to wrap my head around it. I was very close to my neighbor's kid. He was a bright young man, mischievous, sweet. He was a bit of a handful sometimes and his parents would just.. Dump him with me. I didn't see this as a problem, as I've done this with Maggie and even occasionally Lisa. Babysitting was a-okay with me. They were all very well behaved and I've had no problems with them.

Well, except for Bart. He was the one I was left with the most. Most of the time it was just us. Alone. I knew he had a small crush on me, I could feel his eyes burning into me whenever I was out gardening, he wasn't slick, but I never knew he'd make a move on me. I thought he knew better.

One of the times I had him over at my place for the night he was just acting extra strange. I didn't know what was wrong with him until it was the middle of the night. He lied his way into laying in bed with me, he said he had a nightmare. I could see right through him, but I didn't say anything because who cares? Whatever helps you sleep at night. He laid right beside me, and we were practically spooning at this point. He just kept on getting closer until he was eventually grinding into me. I was too tired to tell him to stop, it was almost 2am and I was loopy from the lack of sleep. It just.. Felt too good. I knew it was wrong, I loathe myself for not stopping this from happening, but the little bastard just knew all of my weaknesses. I was way too vulnerable for him. We both eventually fell asleep curled up like this and I remember just waking up, and having the most gut-wrenching "HOLY FUCKING SHIT" moment. The guilt was crushing me. Bart on the other hand, just went about his day. He just woke up, said goodmorning, and went downstairs.

We never brought it up after it happened, so I'm not sure if anyone else found out about this encounter, but I really hope nobody did. I am so ashamed about this and I would actually die if anyone tried to confront me about this.

Homer, if you see this, uhm. Sorry for almost fucking your son? I guess?

-Ned Flanders (this is so embarrassing but if I even mentioned this on my main I'd get TORN APART by my canonmates.)

Im internally still a kid (like in a headspace little sense) and even when I was physically a kid this life I was into adult men, especially teachers lmao, so I get this very well actually. Im not saying "Oh yes this is a good thing there is no problems with this." But adolescents be horny and we don't really care much about age as much as adults do, because theres less restrictions on minors, less consequences. Now as a physical adult I care about these things, but back then I didn't. Its also totally possible for a minor to sexually exploit an adult, and people like to pretend otherwise. Lots of people have abusers/assaulters younger then them. Just because someone is a minor doesn't mean they can't use that to their advantage and hurt others by doing so. *Obviously as adults theres more responsibility to do the right thing*, but that doesn't mean you can't feel like you were hurt in some way by those actions. An adults emotions and comfort in a sexual setting are also important. Also its a past life, you can't do anything about it now. I have people in my system who committed flat out atrocities, and you just have to move on. You shouldn't drown in guilt for your mistakes or feelings in another life. You regret this, and I think that shows you care about doing the right thing and not hurting others, and I think thats whats important in the context of a past life. I dont think you should define yourself by it.

[motzgurke]

Broken Pillar 2/?

Another one! And pretty fast at that. Thank you very much for reading this weird makeshift story, I came up with during the night. I don’t know how much chapter it will have in the end, but at the moment I’m really motivated to write a few, so we’ll so what happens :D

As always enjoy ^^

PS: I finally saw the newest episode and nearly cried seeing baby senjuro gettin hurt T.T And that scene with kyojuro smiling so softly.. my heart can’t take this...

Words: 4338

Hurt, angst (?), romance, drama, slight nsfw (but nothing too revealing… yet ;D )

 “As you can see, there are a lot of things I need help with. Treating the patients, taking care of the mansion and train younger slayers or Kakushi. For a first task I would like you to clean the bedsheets and make sure to patient’s rooms are nice and tidy. After that you can help Aoi cooking. Any questions?”

Shinobu smiled brightly as she gave her the tasks. The things she had to do were simple, far to simple for a talented slayer like the Thunder Pillar, but she guessed it was Shinobus way of punishing her.

It was humiliating if any other slayer would find out about this, a pillar doing such easy things instead of training or spending their time with something more proper for her status. Y/N new how fast the word would spread, and how the image would take a toll from all of this, but since it was her doing that led to all of this, she had no choice but to accept.

So, she nodded wordlessly and bowed in front of her friend. Usually, Shinobu and her would be very close, they would drink tea in the garden of the butterfly mansion or spend some quality with Mitsuri in the city if she was available.

Y/N considered the Insect Pillar her closest friend, sharing a lot of secrets and things that were paining their minds, and so she knew the smile that Shinobu was giving her was not a friendly one.

It was full of hidden anger and disappointment, masking the raging storm behind her soft violet eyes. Shinobu silently judged her for keeping quiet, not explaining why she would choose to hurt an innocent man like that. It was so unlike Y/N and to have to witness and take part of degrading her friend like that was more than unpleasant.

But she only followed the masters’ orders.

Y/N was watching her with a blank expression not hinting what was going on that pretty mind of hers drove Shinobu crazy, but she didn’t have the nerves to argue with the Thunder Pillar about it. She made a choice and now had to face whatever consequences it brought.

Clapping her hands together she shifted her gaze to Kyojuro who was silently listening to Shinobu. The Insect Pillars of course noticed how unlike himself he was since discovering Y/Ns actions. Keeping quiet, not smiling, all of the other pillars were worried as well, but none of them was brave enough to ask about his mood anymore.

Not since he nearly snapped at Sanemi who was trying to ask him how Kyojuro coped with the situation. Sanemi wasn’t really harsh with his choice of words, but after he mentioned Y/Ns and Kyojuros relationship the latter pushed the Wind Pillar into a wall and threatened him not pry on private things.

Nobody has ever seen the Flame Pillar as angry as that before and they decided to let the lovers solve their own problems. If they should still be called lovers.

Ever since they brought her into the headquarters Y/N turned exceptionally cold towards Kyojuro. Ignoring his advances and offers her help, she even refused to look at him and everybody knew how Kyojuro hurt more with every passing day.

None of them understood why she was doing this to him, they used to be so close, openly showing their love for each other with gentle hugs or soft pecks. To seem them separated like this was nothing they ever thought possible.

Shinobu wasn’t one to pry on others relationship, but she desperately hoped the Thunder and Flame Pillars would overcome all of this and reunite, for the sake of both their wellbeing.

They couldn’t afford to lose two Pillars at the same time, nor was she wanting to see her friends hurting themselves like that.

Y/N was to first one to break the silence as she stood up and mumbled with a low voice. “I shall start working.” She bowed respectfully to Shinobu and was ready to go when a large hand shot up and grabbed her sleeves.

Kyojuro kept watching the ground as he too rose to his feed and bowed to Shinobu.

The Insect Pillar could clearly see the other woman sweating, keeping her eyes closed shut and desperately denying to turn her attention to Kyojuro. What a pitiful sight Shinobu thought.

“I have a room prepared by evening for the both of you. Since you volunteered to supervise Y/N, I found it more suitable for your task, Rengoku-san.” She smiled innocently at Kyojuro.

His eyes widened for a second his brows creased but he silently accepted the offer.

Y/N on the other hand was looking at her with utter shock. Shinobu noticed her slight shaking and of the colours drained from her face, but the Insect Pillar had no intentions to take it back. It was a way to punish her and a way of helping them re-establish the feelings they may have lost.

Shinobu didn’t like to play couple therapist, but she thought they needed this little push.

“Don’t you think that’s not very suitable, Shinobu? Putting an unmarried man and woman in the same room?” Y/N tried to make Shinobu take back the offer, but the latter wouldn’t budge. It was better this way.

“Rengoku-san needs to watch you day and night, and so I will try to make it easy as possible for him, Y/N-chan.”

Breathing deeply through her nose the Thunder Pillar growled unhappy and ripped her sleeve from the Flame Pillars hand, then angrily stormed off with Kyojuro following close behind.

Shinobu saw his gaze shifting from passive to pissed and stomped after her, nearly shattering the shoji door with that force of his.

 Y/N made her way down the corridors huffing and cursing. She was furious at Shinobu and really needed to blow of some steam and since she wasn’t allowed to use her sword and go training, she would try to settle with the tasks Shinobu advised her.

What she didn’t realize was Kyojuro following her and rapidly closing the distance between them. He was raging, his flame radiating a dangerous heat and when he finally was close enough, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her harshly back, pinning her to the wall. His fists slammed into the wall next to her head and her gaze shifted from angry to dumfounded as she stared wide eyed at him.

She was shocked at his rude handling and felt her pulse speeding when those burning eyes captured her attention. Never has she seen him boiling like this before and she gulped heavily.

Kyojuro kept observing her, watching the sweat trickling down her face and the flush on her cheeks. Her genuine scared expression clawed at his heart, but he needed to establish some limits before her immature behaviour would spiral out of control.

When she opened her mouth to speak, he shushed her harshly and she squealed underneath him. He was so big, towering over her and for the first time ever she feared him and the authority he radiated.

“You will not run, and you will do as told without a complain, got it?” His deep voice didn’t allow any protests and he leaned in closer demanding an answer.

Y/N nodded hastily and kept holding his stare. Her heart beat was raging in her chest, and she could hear the blood rushing though her veins. She shivered as his hot breath fanned over her voice his incomparable smell filled her nose.

It was so familiar, and she dreaded to reach out, apologize and beg him for forgiveness. She wished desperately to fall into his arms to forget all of this and go back to be with him like he used to.

Her soul screamed his name over and over and she felt tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

Pictures flashed in her mind.

A man dragging her down a set of stairs into the basement. The clicking of chains and the rotting smell nearly making her puke. A cloth and a bucket were roughly shoved into her small arms and the grumpy voice barked at her to get going if she wouldn’t want to be the next. Then he released her from his cornering her at the wall.

She followed quietly the given orders and kneeled down, her dirty clothes soaking at the knees with dark red blood, and she dipped the cloth in the icy cold water. Her fingers froze at the sensation, and she rapidly retracted her small hand and started scrubbing the cold stone floor.

As always bits of flesh and hair were splattered all around her and she tried not to pay too much attention to it.

But as she proceeded and turned into a darker corner of the room, she discovered something knew.

That something was the body of a child, or to be more precise what was left of him. The torso was teared open and various organs were scattered around the cold body. Bones were broken and half of the face scratched of, one of the eyes hung loosely dangling.

The sight let her drop the cloth and a high pitched scream left her throat.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she started shaking as if suddenly her whole body grew cold. Her eyes were clenched shut and she heaved unrhythmic, unsettling the Flame Pillar in front of her.

He didn’t know what was happening, his anger disappearing the second she hunched over, and she started crying. Kyojuro was unable to cope with the change. Of course, he had comforted her before, but never has he seen a reaction like that. It was as if she wasn’t here with him anymore, but somewhere far away.

Helplessly he put his arms around her, but as he enveloped her, she started to throwing her arms and pressing herself further into the wall. Her fist met his chest, and she kicked and scream to leave her, her eyes looking with him with a fear, far more complicated than the little scare he inflicted on her.

Kyojuro felt sorry for hurting her and seeing her in panicking he grew even more impatient. He didn’t know how to handle her, and since she wouldn’t calm down and afraid, she could hurt herself he snatched her wrists and pressed them to his chest, to the spot where she could feel his heartbeat.

He took some deep breaths, slowing his pulse and calming his own raging heart. He needed to chill, or he wouldn’t be able to soothe his love, still shaking in his hold.

Y/N tried to pull herself away from his grasp. She saw the wrinkled, dirty hands tugging at her smaller ones and sharp nails digging into her flesh, they grey skin cold and disgusting compared to hers. The massive body in front of her laced with fat and dark brown hair was stinking and her panic raised the more he tugged at her.

She begged and cry to be released but the stronger man wouldn’t give in. Gripping her harshly and drawing blood from the crescent shapes forming on her skin.

Her screams grew more desperate, and the tears burned coldly at her cheeks, when a different voice broke through her fogged mind. “It’s me, your safe. Please, come back.”

The voice was deep, but the tone gentle and filled with care and concern, so she forced herself to look up. Surprisingly she didn’t find the dreaded face, instead a tender, loving gaze met her teary eyes and a soft smile tugged at his lips.

The fog started to clear, and she could see a golden mane with red tips framing this handsome face and she felt the shaking slowly leaving her body. Disbelieving she stared into this flaming orbs, filling her with warmth and soothing her aching heart.

She blinked and discovered her hands, splayed on his chest, feeling his soft beating pulse. Unconscious her fingertips pressed further into him, and her body tried to match the calm he radiates.

Suddenly feeling tired her legs gave out and Kyojuro guided both of them to the ground, snaking a head behind her head and leaning closer.

He still towered over her, but not as frightening as before. Now he was more like a shield, protecting her from the world outside and preventing any disturbance.

“Kyo?” Her voice broke, and she watched him wearily. Her breathing calmed down and she turned the hand he still held, intertwining their fingers and drawing them close to her chest.

Kyojuros gaze has softened remarkably, and he tenderly stroked her hair, careful to not unnerve her again. “I’m here.”

He was incredibly sorry but didn’t understand what drove her to that kind of reaction. Yes, he agreed his treatment was meaner than necessary, but to have her break like this? There was more to it, and it dawned him that it possibly had something to do with the incidence.

Not wanting to strain her mind further he made a mental note to ask her about this later, hopefully with a calmer reaction.

Now he just sat with her, observing her and waiting for her to compose herself, never stopping caressing her hands and hair.

Y/N appreciated his effort, she knew it wasn’t his intention, but his earlier treatment reminded her of the man she tried to forget, and the scenes he made her witness. She gulped heavily and just reciprocated his gaze, seeking comfort of those red and golden irises.

Even after everything she had done, he wouldn’t dare to love her less and she was thankful to have found him. Thankful and ashamed because she kept dragging him down with her.

“Are you still loving me?” She asked him with a dried voice. Kyojuros brows creased, and he looked at her disbelieving. How could she even think he stopped?

“Always and forever, no matter what.” His words sounded so genuine, so truthful that she felt a small ache in her heart. Y/N had absolutely no clue how he could say that so easily without hesitating.

She couldn’t take his affection; he was everything she ever could dream of. Handsome, strong, gentle and caring. A burning bright flame, lightening her path and keeping her warm when the world outside grew cold and hostile. Always at her side when she needed him, soothing her without complaining.

Y/N closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her flushed cheeks. “What a fool you are, my flame.” She gulped and she felt a happy smile tugging softly at the corners of her mouth.

For her it was a mystery how could still feel for her even when she keeps depending on him, loading her weight on his shoulders. Kyojuro was her light, and she could never repay him for everything he was willing to give.

A soft laugh escaped him, and his gaze turned dreamy, imagining a future, where they could return to their closeness after all of this is over.

“A fool only for you. So, when your ready, please consider talking to me for I will listen closely to your every word.” He leaned in and his lips grazed the corner of her mouth, the image of a soft kiss to confirm his words.

Grateful she let him do as pleased, relishing in the tender feeling of his hold. She felt guilty for tying him to her, but he was to stubborn to let go and so she had no choice but to accept. Maybe one day the guilt would vanish, and she could open up to him as he wishes her to do.

But since that day hasn’t arrived yet she had to touch ground again and pushed herself back on her feet. Even if he still loved her, she needed to atone for the sin she committed, until then she couldn’t look at herself in the mirror again.

Wordlessly she waited for him to stand up too and then walked down the floor, straightening her back. First things first, the bedsheets.

Y/N opened the first room and started pulling at he covers, putting them in a basket already set next to the door. Kyojuro watched her silently, arms crossed and a lot more relaxed than before.

The frown still grazed his features but the smile he used to share with the world tugged at the corners of his mouth when he watched her dutifully accepting Shinobus instructions. He debated with himself if he should help her, but since it would only hurt her pride further, he decided against it. It was her part of her punishment after all.

Bed after bed was stripped from the sheets and the basket filled with more and more of the white fabric. Half an our later she gathered all of the sheets and grabbed the basket. When she passed Kyojuro he saw the sweat glistening on her forehead, it was simple task but repeating it as often as this was tiring of sure. And it was only the beginning.

Kyojuro watched her when she washed the sheets by hand, cleaning them neatly with a care and hanging them clothesline in the garden.

Sometimes she met his glance, looking shyly away every time he caught her, and cute flush would spread on her cheeks.

Oh, how he would love to just pull her into his embrace, keeping her tugged safely in his arms and kissing he with all the love he could give. Kyojuro was passionate with everything he did, whether it was fighting or loving Y/N, he always poured his heart in his actions, and it nagged at him, that he wasn’t allowed to comfort her more.

He found himself seeking her touch, remembering her soft hands running through his hair and over his firm chest, feeling his muscles flexing deliciously as she placed tender kisses on his skin.

He wanted to turn back the time, maybe if he paid more attention, he could have prevented this? Maybe he could have kept her from snapping and committing a crime like this.

I weighed heavy on his heart that his loved one murdered a human and he had a hard time trying to judge her she deserves and wants. Kyojuro knew that she somehow regretted it and yet somehow, she didn’t.

It confused him and as much as he tried, he couldn’t find any sense in her doing and that was what hurt him. Knowing there was something she was keeping from him, something that would possibly explain her behaviour that day. His feelings were conflicted and Kyojuro watched her every move, hoping to find the tiniest clue helping him to settle his raging mind.

When she finished doing the laundry she immediately went to the kitchen and met with one of the butterfly girls, Aoi, if remembered correctly.

Aoi seemed surprised as Y/N explained why she was there. Of course, the medic heard the rumours about the Thunder Pillar killing a human and she eyes Y/N with an antsy look when she handed her a knife and a basket with potatoes.

Without complaining she started peeling the potatoes, on after another. Aoi’s gaze flickered between Kyojuro and Y/N, trying to decipher the mood. “I know it’s not my place to ask, but why are you accepting this, Hashira-sama?”

Her blue eyes settled on Y/N and the latter stopped her doing for a second, thinking about a suitable answer. Then she huffed and returned to peeling the potato in her hand. “Just Y/N, I’m not worthy of the title anymore.”

Her sad eyes met with Aoi’s, and the medic accepted with a frown. Kyojuro and Aoi were clearly surprised with her respond, but neither of them dared to argue with the Thunder Pillar. And of course, it didn’t go over their head how she avoided the actual meaning of the question.

“As you wish, Y/N. How long are you going to stay?” Y/N dropped the potato into a pot and grabbed another one. “As long as the master deems necessary.”

Kyojuro heard the mournful undertone, and he was relieved, that she at least regretted hurting their beloved master.

“And Rengoku-sama chose to supervise you?” She looked over her shoulder at the fiery haired man. “I’d rather have it be me than someone else.” He answered and crossed his arms.

He noticed how Y/N glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, but soon returned to her task as if nothing happened.

“Confusing…” Aoi murmured and chopped some vegetables. She didn’t understand either how all of this happened. She has known Y/N before, since she was closer with her master Shinobu, but Aoi would have never thought Y/N would be capable of doing something as disgusting as this. In fact, no one thought it possible.

But here she was, cutting potatoes and cooking rice, instead of relaxing in her own home or hunting the strongest of demons. A pretty hard fall for a graceful pillar.

The rest of the time they spend in silence, cooking and then serving the warm food to the grateful patients waiting hungrily. Of course, all of them were surprised to see an actual pillar, an elite swordsman of the corps, delivering them their food and then cleaning the dirtied dishes.

A few of the slayers who were brave enough to speak dared to asked how the events could have unfolded like they did, but none of them received an answer. So, they started to murmur behind her back, telling tales of a murderous pillar, who turned against her own people and within mere hours all patients and employees at the butterfly estate had at least heard of her.

The mood shifted dramatically. Some of them felt afraid of her, flinching whenever they saw her walking down the corridors and even refused to be further serviced by her, others were more open with their anger and disappointment. None of them spoke up, since Kyojuro was still watching over her, but the hatred and rejection in their eyes burned clearly.

In the evening when Y/N was released from her first day of work, she retreated to room, given to her and Kyojuro, who followed close behind.

The room was decorated slightly, a bit of simple furniture and a nice picture of dancing butterflies on the wall.

Two futons were already unfolded with a bit of distance between them, a rope lying next to one of them.

The two pillars eyed the ropes and Y/Ns gaze dropped depressed as she approached the futon and took the ropes. She felt the rough material in her hands, remembers the small splinters digging into her wrists and sighs.

Steps sounded behind her and she saw Kyojuros hands, taking the rope from her grasp. When she looked up at him, he weighed them in his hands with a blank expression, then he turned around and motioned for her to start her evening routine.

Y/N didn’t feel embarrassed a bit when she stepped out of her black uniform and the white overcoat given to her. Kyojuro already saw everything that was there to see and so she had nothing on her that was worth hiding.

Under more pleasant circumstances he would even help her undress, gliding his calloused, hot fingers over her soft skin, taking time in exploring everything in his reach.

A familiar feeling bubbled in her stomach, and she could feel herself getting wet down there. She missed his touch, they way he kissed her with so much passion and love. His hands would roam over her body, making her skin tingle with pleasure as his hands go deeper. Gracing her naked stomach down to her core where she needed him most.

Y/N sobbed at the memory and hurried to slip into the yukata, tying the sash tight around her waist. A hand combs through her hair to ground herself again. It wasn’t the time nor the place to think of this. Hell, she didn’t even know if he still desired her that way!

Dejected she turned back around and saw that Kyojuro had changed to into a yukata, his uniform and haori neatly folded and sitting on a small table. His and her own sword, that was entrusted to him, resting against a wall.

The pure white of their sheaths matching and she averted her gaze, not able to look at the swords.

Reluctantly she sat down on the futon and stretched her hands out, waiting for Kyojuro to restrain her. She wasn’t going to try anything, but to hear some of the patients worries must have driven someone to offer the rope as some sort of protection from her. Wasn’t she the one supposed to protect?

Y/N waited until Kyojuro rested on the other futon, but the feeling of the rope never came. Instead, she felt warmth of his hands cupping her own. When she looked into his eyes, she saw the flame burning softly and he lowered her hands down, shaking his head slightly.

Again, a sob escaped her throat, and she gave him a sad smile, then laid down on her futon, covering herself with the blanket, event though it was one of the warm summer nights.

Kyojuro watched and waited until her breath evened. He would love to hug her, shaking the sadness off of her, but his conscience didn’t allow him too. He couldn’t go own pampering her during her punishment, it would cause more problems than necessary.

So, he turned around and laid down facing away from her, as he listened to her, crying in her sleep.

And he didn’t turn around that night, no matter how his heart longed to ease her pain.

[twistedmusings]

Reading Between The Lines

A/N: I feel bad whenever I say 'hey here is what I am working on' and then my muses tell me 'no...this is what you are working on'. It's like my brain can't concentrate on one thing entirely q wq. In my defense though, I'm exploring my twst faves...and Cater may be a runner up to Vil...

Warnings: Dry humping, dirty talking and a quick handjob just as unsatisfying and ungratifying as Cater feeling like maybe he shouldn't have let you go just yet.

“Whoops.”

Cater’s phone case cracked as it hit the floor, eyes locking with yours as you pull away from the Heartslabyul second year. Why had he even dropped his phone in the first place? The case had cost a lot and he had queued up for hours to get it, there should have been no reason for him to drop it.

Maybe the shock from seeing you in Heartslabyul?

No, that was normal. You were friends with Ace and Deuce after all so your presence in Heartslabyul was normal.

Maybe from seeing you in a bedroom that wasn’t a first year room?

He was coming to check up on a second year who had mentioned something about needing help in Astrology so Riddle had instructed Cater to help the guy out. The ‘strict Queen’ was aiming for the highest grade among the dorms, after all. So he was just carrying out his duty as an upperclassman!

So seeing you here, in this second year’s room, shirt around your elbows as a pair of hands--

that weren’t his--gently wrapped themselves around your waist was probably what made him drop his case.

Good to know, if he had come to that conclusion at any other time that you weren’t here, he might have said something mean to his lower-class men.

You move to fix your shirt as the second year rushes to apologize, walking up to him and spouting words Cater wouldn’t bother to hear. His eyes kept staring as you fixed yourself up to look a tad more proper than how he had found you.

It wasn’t like the sight of you in that state was unfamiliar to him, he just hadn’t seen it in a long time.

“Please just keep it between us, Cater-san! I don’t know what I’d do if the dorm head found out about this.”

He snaps out of his trance, looking down at the second year before grinning as he let out a slow hum, pretending to mull the request over in his head.

“Should I? If I remember correctly...Rule 345--Only when the sky turns red as it is dawning can a romantic partner be brought--”

“I--I’ll tell the dorm leader that you helped me with class!”

Cater grins, “That’s one way to make it up to me~ I guess for now I should leave you with a warning, right?” he tilts his head to call out to you, “The same goes for you [Y/N]-san! I can’t have you getting someone other than Ace and Deuce in trouble!”

He can't help but feel a sense of pride when you chuckle at what he had said, turning around to give him a peace sign as you walk by the second year.

“I’ll try to do an effort to hide in the closet next time.”

The second year takes your hand and kisses it, apologizing for the trouble and closing his eyes when your hands cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss, the action making Cater look down at his phone and open whatever app he saw first.

You wave goodbye as Cater closes the door quickly, not giving you a chance to look at your second year lover fully as the both of you walk down the corridors of Heartslabyul in silence.

“So.”

“Hm?”

Green eyes keep looking at his phone, scrolling through Magicam absentmindedly but sparring you one look as he sees you scratching at a hickey--he would have left a bigger one-- the second year had left behind.

“Was he any good?”

In his defense, what had started between you two was clearly labeled as a ‘no feelings allowed, we are just here to have fun’ relationship. You seemed to understand his nature better than most and were down for something that wasn’t super serious and borderline erotic in a sense.

Cater was sure that you two had done it in at least one surface in every common room in Heartslabyul. The thought kept him awake at night, actually.

“Was he any good…” you repeat the question, “As good as I’m going to get from a second year.”

“Oh the poor guy.” Cater can’t help the snort that escapes him as you two walk down a set of stairs leading to the dorm’s entrance, “It is surprising you went for him, didn’t you mention that you liked the older type?”

“Well after a certain ‘older type’ decided to end things, I thought I should try my hand at something different. Change my ways, you know?”

He didn’t know. Cater had no idea what you were talking about, in fact. Why would you have to change your ways for anyone? You were amazing, interesting, entertaining and attention-grabbing all wrapped up in an older sibling type package that he had admitted to being attracted to when he had brought up the ‘friends with benefits’ proposition. If you changed in anyway he would be disappointed--

Dammit he was doing it again.

“If you want to start a relationship with someone in Heartslabyul, I would recommend Trey. He’s handsome, hardworking and you wouldn’t go hungry. Perfect man material right there.”

Cater knew that the small jab was directed at him so he decided to switch subjects, preferring not to linger in the awkward feeling that came with the consequences of his actions.

He ended things because he had broken the rules you both had set in place. Feelings weren't allowed and yet he had let them burrow deep inside his heart and fester like some sort of unknown virus. Cater didn't care for them so he nipped the problem in the bud, broke things off in an amicable manner and moved on.

But, like with everything in his life, it had all been an act.

If it had been just the sex keeping him awake, he would have understood. He's a healthy young man and some of the activities you two engaged in would make any first year jealous. And for a while the memories of you warming his bed generally did start to make him yearn for your warmth.

It was the possibilities of what you could have had that were driving him insane.

Would you have said no to a date? The only thing you two did when you were alone were have sex, make fun of Magicam models, sleep and then have sex some more so surely you would have liked a change of scenery as well.

But he didn't know you as much as he wished he did. Nights in his bed had been spent tossing and turning as to what your answer would have been. Why did he even care? You both still hung out, you still had his number, it wasn't like either of you were dead to each other!

Cater just didn't know how to react to you seeing someone else, if that is what you were even doing in the first place.

"Trey-senpai? I guess...he is rather sweet, isn't he?"

"In more ways than one."

"...but I will have to pass." you rub the back of your neck, "You know I don't like sweets."

The clock strikes ten as Cater's eyes take all of you in, his mind blanking out for a response before he clicks his tongue and points behind him.

"Say, Prefect, I think you may have left something in my room. Mind if I give it to you now?"

-----

"Oh. Your case cracked."

"Yeah. Dropped my phone. Bummer, huh?"

"Here I thought you held onto that thing for dear life, can I see it?"

Cater laughs as he takes his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you, turning back to dig in his drawer for the sole sock that you had left about a month ago.

Who was he bullshitting? He was panicking, plain and simple. Here he was, rummaging through his drawer like an idiot as he pretended to have a sock that he knew he didn't have all to keep you with him for a couple more minutes.

Stars, who was he? He didn't know himself anymore.

“And...dammit.” he laughs as he closes the bottom drawer of his heart closet, “Couldn’t find it. I’m sorry [Y/N]-chan, I shouldn’t have taken your time like that. Do you want me to walk you back to the dorm...or maybe you wanna talk on the phone while you walk there?”

He goes to grab his phone but stops as he turns to look at you, your fingers tracing the giant crack on the case before tapping it twice in quick succession.

“[Y/N]--”

“We both really messed up, huh?”

Cater blinks as your eyes stare at him as if, for a brief moment, you could look through him. Through the act, the apathy, the very thing that was keeping him at the seams but also making him feel like he would burst from the inside out.

“...what do you mean?”

You keep gazing at him for a couple of seconds before smiling as you hold up the phone.

“I shouldn’t have snuck into Heartslabyul to just get a need met...and you shouldn’t have walked into that poor student’s room without knocking.” you wave the phone around, “Now your precious item is broken.”

The conversation didn’t feel right. It felt as if you were saying something else and all Cater needed to do was read in between the lines.

But he refused to, he didn’t want to go below surface level. Everything would get so much more complicated if you both took that plunge.

Yet he was feeling daring, the smile on your face a clear challenge as he walked over to you and grabbed the edge of his phone.

“Maybe I wanted to break it.”

Silence reigns in the room as you two stare at each other, both of your hands holding onto the edge of his phone and daring the other to let go. He smiles and tugs on his edge, the movement effortlessly pulling you towards him as you snicker when the edge of your foot touches his.

“Cater.” you whisper as your hands slowly let go of the phone.

“Yes?” he whispers back, purposefully leaning over you as he places the phone on his desk.

“Nothing. I just like saying your name.”

Whether he started it or you started it honestly didn’t matter to him, the only thing Cater cared about was pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours so he could stop listening to all of your complicated sentences.

He didn’t understand them, he didn’t understand you.

And yet you seemed to understand him probably better than he understood himself.

Arms are around his neck as you pull him close, Cater slowly walking you back to his bed as the back of your knees hit the comforter which causes both of you to fall down. You pull away to snicker at the action but are brought right back into the kiss by needy lips, Cater whispering your name as he pushed you upwards so that you would be pressed right against the wall--

He groans when you pull away and is surprised to be kissing a pair of fingers instead of your lips, your smile still as elusive as ever as you slowly push his face away.

“I have a lover, senpai.”

Cater rolls his eyes, “I don’t like those kinds of jokes.”

“I’m not joking. It’s late so I’m just going to go over to his room and tell him that you’ll cover for us, okay? Okay. ”

You pinch his nose as you try to push him away but find your wrists grabbed and locked in place, Cater giving you a hard glare as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I said I don’t like those kinds of jokes.” he leans in and gives you another kiss, “You’re not his lover.”

“Who says that?”

“[Y/N]-chan did.” Cater’s lips press against yours again as he makes his way down to the offending hickey the second year had left on you, “The way you talk about him, the way you weren’t even embarrassed at getting caught. You are toying with the heart of one of my second years and I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

He nips at the bruise before placing his lips on it, teeth gently opening up more blood vessels to form a much darker shade on your skin than what was left there before.

“Is that all you can’t forgive me for?”

Cater smiles against your skin as he takes your wrists and leads your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you into his lap as he answers your question with a kiss.

His tongue meets yours this time around, both of you giggling at the familiar taste. When was the last time you two had kissed like this? Nevermind that, the question was already too annoying to think about. Instead, Cater moves his hips upwards as he groans into your lips at the wanted friction.

He takes a hold of your hips as he pushes you down to meet him mid-movement, his hips rolling up as yours are pushed down. The movement is sloppy and the action itself feels so unsatisfying but Cater almost feels as if this is the only thing he deserves from you. If either of you enjoyed this it would mean you two went too far--

“Haha...look at your face.”

Green eyes look at you as you cup the man’s face, pressing a gentle kiss on his nose as you start to roll your hips on his, meeting him halfway.

“You probably want to cum inside, right Cater-senpai?”

His hips jump at the mere thought, the idea of you laying on your side as his cum drips down from your sex all the way down your thighs.

“We did it with protection a lot ~We always followed the rules of our agreement…”

Hands dive between you two, Cater’s eyes never leaving yours as he works to get his pants off while his hands try to unbutton yours as well. You smile and meet him halfway again, taking your own bottoms off and tossing them carelessly to the side as you both are left in nothing but your underwear.

“Every time we did it--you always looked like you wanted to do something else--”

Cater takes the chance of you biting your lower lip to go a bit faster, the tip of his cock rubbing against you at a faster speed as he changed position quickly and hooked your knees over his elbows.

“And at first---at first I thought it was just you getting bored…”

He gasps when two of your fingers press right at the tip of his cock, the way he was moving his hips allowing it to rub comfortably against the padding of your fingers as you gently cooed at the precum gathering there.

“But one time I was able to see it. See what you really wanted--!”

His own hand makes his way in between the mess of hips and stuttered movements, his fingers tracing a familiar pattern up and down your sex as he feels you pull him out of his boxers and start to pump in rhythm.

“If...If you cum after me...I’ll let you cum inside...”

It’s starting to get hotter, Cater feels like he can see his own breath fogging up his vision.

“Count it as reward…”

The coil in his stomach is tightening, your hands moving faster as his stutters with the rhythm you were setting.

“For being honest with me at least one time.”

It’s a sticky mess, the white stuff sticking to your belly and his as he rides out his orgasm against your hand and stopping altogether when the feeling gets too much. His fingers work overtime before your back arches and you give into yours as well, your toes curling for a moment before your feet hit the mattress unceremoniously.

He didn’t know where in the world that had come from or what possessed you to talk like that...but that was probably the hardest he had released in the month you two stopped interacting with one another.

Cater looks at the mess once again before moving to clean it up, stopping only when he feels a hand tug at the front of his shirt and a pair of lips meeting his all over again.

“Offer is still on the table, senpai.”

You unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt, smiling as larger hands batted yours away to continue the job.

“Please do your best to hold out longer.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

Territory Getting Hotter

Pairing: Carol Danvers x enhanced!Fem Reader

Words: ~2.9k

Summary: You’ve made another mess for the Avengers and they find out about your relationship with Captain Danvers

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fe receiving oral sex, use of toys, squirting, overstimulation, light dom aspects), mentions of canon level violence, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: I love these two!!! Dom!Carol is it you guys, wow. Also, reader is such a massive pain in the ass and I love her for it, I can’t wait to piss off every single Avenger with her antics.

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You beamed at Carol when she walked into the kitchen, still bleary eyed from sleep as she stretched and ran a hand through her hair.

“Hey babe!” You grinned at her. “Guess who made pancakes?”

“You’re the best sweetie.” She murmured, wrapping around your back and nuzzling into your hair. “We’ll make a housewife out of you yet.”

You laughed as she moved to pour herself some coffee when there was a sudden pounding on the front door.

“Danvers!!” A low voice shouted through the door. “Open up, its Rogers!!”

“Shit!” She hissed, looking around frantically as she tried to find someplace to stash you.

“Would you relax?” You said as you rolled your eyes at her. “He has to find out sometime.”

“Yeah, but not today! He already sounds pissed. One second!!” She shouted back, throwing on some sweats. “Just find somewhere to hide, I don’t feel like dealing with this today.”

She moved to open the door as you shook your head at her, weighing your hiding place options.

“Hey Steve, what’s up?” She said, nonchalantly as she let him inside.

“What’s up? Have you watched the news yet this morning?” He seethed as he stormed into the kitchen.

“Oh no. What did she do?” Carol said, taking a deep breath and cursing you in her head for whatever shit storm you’d started now.

“I can’t even talk about it, I’m so mad.” He growled, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee without even asking. “Even Stark was pissed, and he’s usually pretty lenient.”

“Uh-huh.” Carol said as she chewed on her lip and nibbled on a piece of bacon.

“She managed to drag Thor into it, too. We may have to move her to a full time handler, one that she can’t corrupt.” He said, starting to calm down a little bit. “We’re having a meeting about it in 30 minutes, just wanted you to be prepared. How would you feel about taking her on?”

Carol heard a snort from somewhere in the apartment and did her best not to whip around to find you. Unfortunately Steve heard it to with his damn super soldier hearing.

“What was that?” He hissed, his eyes darting all over the quarters.

“Uh, my smoke alarm’s been acting up.” Carol muttered, trying to usher him out the door. “I’ll think about it, see you soon!”

She slammed the door closed and started searching for you.

“What the fuck did you do, baby?” She asked, scanning the apartment for you.

“Y’know, I think I’m gonna leave that for a surprise.” She heard from above her head and shot her gaze upwards.

You had somehow managed to wedge yourself into a tiny corner in the ceiling of the hallway leading to her bedroom. She was giving you a disapproving look as you dropped to the floor with a grunt and grinned at her.

“You think you can handle me babe?” You said as you moved to the bedroom to get dressed.

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The two of you were sitting across from each other in the conference room half an hour later, trying to act like you didn’t fuck each other’s brains out every chance you got.

Or, at least Carol was. You were sliding your foot up the inside of her leg as she glared murderously at you and you just grinned like an idiot. She shook her head at you and turned to look at the giant screen where Tony was pulling up the surveillance footage as the rest of the team gave you exasperated glances.

“Oh, here we go, we’re getting to the good part.” Tony said, giving you a meaningful look as he slowed the footage down. “Now who’s this guy you just punched in the face and then threw across the club like a rag doll?”

“I think that’s the Duke of Edinburgh.” You said with a shrug, leaning back in your chair.

“No, that’s the Duke of Sussex, y’know, the queen’s nephew.” Nat said as she took a long drink of her coffee, looking exhausted.

“Oh shit, really?” You said, still grinning like an idiot. “Whoops.”

“And wait, here’s where Point Break blows all the lights in the club, which he says was your idea, so the two of you can make a run for it.” Stark said when the video suddenly went black.

“We weren’t making a run for it, we were pursuing our suspect.” You said, staring daggers at Thor as he tried to sink into his chair.

“Uh-huh, and did you catch your suspect?” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, he’s in holding right now.” You said with a shrug.

“What?! Why wasn’t that in your report?” Rogers said as he started to dig through the pile of paperwork in front of him.

“I haven’t completed the report yet, Captain Rogers.” You said lightly. “I made sure to update Captain Danvers though.”

“Let’s not get off track, this is about you assaulting a member of the royal family.” Tony said as he tried to redirect the conversation.

“He assaulted me first! He grabbed my ass and made some very ungentlemanly comments about what he would do if he got me in his car.” You said, pouting as you rested your head on your hands.

“He did grab her ass, Stark. I saw it.” Thor piped up before Rogers shot him a look and he went back to inspecting his coffee.

“So you threw him? That seems like a bit of an overreaction.” Tony said with an uncomfortable shrug.

“It’s a reflex, Stark.” You said, your eyes rolling back in your head as the other women frowned at him. “Sorry, I don’t think putting up with sexual harassment is in my job description.”

“Ok, ok fine. Nat, is there anyway you can spin this?” Stark said, turning to Romanoff as she let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, the man is a pretty notorious dog, shouldn’t be too hard.” She muttered.

“Great! Excellent meeting team, see y’all at the next one!” You said, starting to stand up before Steve turned his attention to you.

“No, we still need to discuss your recklessness, Y/L/N.” He seethed, shooting you a scowl that you returned with a mocking air that had Carol trying to hold back a snort. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I think the best course is to have you under more direct supervision. I considered splitting up you and Odinson but I feel like that would just spread the chaos around after how much you’ve corrupted him.”

You shot a grin and a wink at Thor that he returned as the two of you finally relaxed, but Steve was still talking.

“So, Danvers is going to be accompanying you on your missions now. I feel like her levelheaded attitude is just what’s needed to keep you two in line.” He said with a satisfied smirk.

“Uh, you sure Danvers is the best choice there, Cap?” Tony said whole Nat snickered into her coffee.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t she be?” Steve said as he looked around at everyone’s amused expressions with confusion.

“They’re fucking each other Steve.” Nat said nonchalantly, sending Steve into a spluttering fit as you started cackling and Carol just rolled her eyes and groaned.

“What?!” Rogers roared, his eyes moving frantically between you and Carol as you grinned at him like an idiot. “How long has this been happening?”

“Six months.” Carol said resignedly, taking a gulp of coffee as she shrugged uncomfortably. “Didn’t really feel like dealing with the paperwork.”

“Si... six months?” Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. “And you didn’t think that might be a conflict of interest?”

“Don’t worry Cap, Danvers is quite the disciplinarian.” You said with a wicked grin as you waggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Carol growled at you and gave you a meaningful look, and you just rolled your eyes at her before leaning back on your chair and propping your boots on the conference table.

“Well... shit.” Steve sighed, running his palm over his face in exasperation. “I guess Bucky can probably oversee some of your ops, and I’ll take over the rest of them. What?”

You and Thor both groaned at that, rolling your eyes at each other.

“Just, Barnes? Could you pick a bigger stick in the mud?” You said with a shrug. “I mean, we get it dude. You were tortured by evil scientists for years who turned you into a mindless killing machine, who wasn’t? And, I love you Steve, but do you even drink?”

“Ok, we’re gonna head out now.” Carol said as she frowned at you, stepping between you and Steve before a real fight broke out. “Guess we’ll report to HR as soon as we can.”

“Uh-huh.” Rogers mumbled, pouting a little as she ushered you out of the room.

Nat followed after the two of you lazily, shaking her head at Steve and Tony as Stark and Thor tried to assure the Captain that he was loads of fun to be around and a blast at all their parties.

“Congrats again you two.” She said with a grin as she split down a different hallway to her own quarters.

“Thanks Nat! You ever gonna tell him about you and Wilson?” You yelled after her, laughing when she flipped you off over her shoulder. “Told ya they knew, babe.”

“Yeah.” She mumbled before grinning at you. “So, you beat up a royal?”

“Shit. In my defense, I didn’t know he was a royal until after I threw him.” You said, following her down the hall back to her apartment. “I thought he was just a smarmy asshole.”

“That’s the problem, sweetheart.” She purred over her shoulder. “You never consider the consequences of your actions.”

“That’s all I think about, babe.” You said with a wicked grin as you waited for her to open the door.

“And now you’re dragging poor Thor into your messes.” She tutted, shaking her head at you as she closed the door and stripped off her jacket. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you had a little crush on that himbo.”

“If you didn’t know better?” You beamed at her, starting to unbutton your jeans and step out of your boots. “Honey, he’s a literal god. I have a massive crush on him.”

“Oh, are you trying to make me jealous?” She ripped off her tank top and threw it aside. “Cuz I’m already pissed at you.”

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

She stepped forward and gripped your jaw tightly, smashing her mouth to yours as she started steering you towards the bedroom. You yelped when she tossed you on the bed, grinning as she climbed on top of you.

“You’re such a bad girl.” She growled at you, ripping your bra off in one quick motion.

You screamed when she slapped your tit harshly, the stinging sensation warming your chest while she bent to open the top drawer of the nightstand.

“I am. I’m fucking horrible.” You gasped as she rifled around. “What are you doing?”

She grinned at you as she straightened back up, holding a set of extra shiny looking restraints.

“These are vibranium.” She cooed as she grabbed your wrists and dragged them above your head, hooking them through the headboard as you panted underneath her. “I stole them from R and D, and there’s no way even you can break out of them.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You said around a smirk, giving your hands a test yank and nodding appreciatively as Carol shackled each of your feet to the opposing bedposts.

She bit her lip as she stared at you, your legs spread wide over the bed and making your back arch. You moaned as she tore off your panties and slapped your pussy, your muscles twitching as arousal seeped out of you.

“Mmm, you look so good like this.” She mumbled, sliding down until she was laying between your thighs. “Can’t decide whether I should edge you all night or make you come so many times you forget your own name.”

She ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe and you let out a shriek as you came as soon as she reached your clit. She pressed your hips into the mattress as she lashed her tongue against your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver with the strain of your orgasm.

“Looks like you made my decision for me.” She grinned at you before diving back in.

Her tongue swirled through your folds expertly, sucking your lips into your mouth and humming against you as your pussy started clenching around nothing. She wrapped her lips around your clit and you came again with a sob as your limbs pulled against the restraints, your body trying to arch off the bed.

She shoved her tongue inside you and you screamed as another orgasm crashed over you when her teeth brushed against your tiny bundle of nerves. Carol kept curling her tongue inside you as you vibrated underneath her, moaning as your release flowed into her mouth and soaked her chin.

“Fuck, Carol!” You whined as she sat up between your legs and lightly ran her fingers over your inner thighs. “That was almost too much.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” She smirked as she watched you panting underneath her, reaching for the bedside table again while you squirmed.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as she pulled out a massive dildo from the drawer of toys. “Is that my stormbreaker? I’ve been looking for that!”

“Yeah, well I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” She murmured before dragging the length on the thing through your slick coated folds, making you keen. “Did you know this thing comes with a thruster?”

“Yeah, why do you think I bought it?” You teased before your eyes rolled back in your head as she shoved it inside you.

She started fucking you with the toy at a punishing pace, grinning as you came apart like putty in her hands. Tears started leaking down your cheeks when she turned the vibrating function on and angled it so it was teasing against your clit with each push.

You whined as she bent over you and wrapped her lips around your nipple and swirled her tongue around it. She grinned against your chest as you tried to arch into her mouth, your restraints still holding you in place.

“Mmm, you gonna come again baby?” She muttered, nipping at the curve of your breast as your body started twitching, your release looming over you as you sobbed wordlessly. “Do it, you look so pretty when you fall apart.”

She twisted her wrist and you shrieked as your pussy fluttered wildly, your release leaking out around the dildo and pooling on her sheets. Your cried as she kept fucking you through it, wet sloshing sounds filling her bedroom as the toy slid in and out of you easily.

You let out an inhuman wail when she turned on the thruster and you felt the tip of the toy punch you in the cervix, coming again immediately as your body writhed wildly.

“Shit, I see why you love this thing.” She smirked as she kissed her way up your chest, still shoving the toy into your overworked cunt as your body went lax, your head polling to the side and drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. “You think about Thor fucking you when you use this, babe? Maybe I should bring him in here to fuck you stupid while I watch, would you like that?”

You just mumbled stupidly as your body shook with another orgasm, sinking into the bed in your fucked out state. Her slap snapped you out of it, making you take in a sharp breath as your brain rebooted.

“I asked you a question.” She growled as she twisted the toy again and you let out a low moan.

“I feel like this might be a trap.” You gasped as she palmed at your breast and laid down against your shoulder, still thrusting the toy into you viciously.

“That sounds like a yes to me.” She purred, nuzzling into your neck as she gave the toy a final push.

You screamed as she pulled it out of you suddenly, your release squirting out of you in a violent rush. Your body thrashed violently with the power of your orgasm and Carol cursed as you snapped her headboard and bedposts, the bed frame shuddering before one of the legs gave out and it sank to the floor with a crash.

“Holy fuck, you ok?” She asked, sitting up and grinning at you as she assessed the damage you’d caused.

“Yeah.” You said, swallowing thickly as you moved your limbs with a groan. “At least we know the cuffs work! Sorry about your bed.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She murmured, grabbing the key and unlocking the restraints before pulling you back against her chest. “We’ll just use yours I guess.”

“Are you gonna move in with me? I think that may give Rogers an aneurysm.”

“He’ll get over it.” She shrugged as you nuzzled into her chest. “Now, how do you think we should approach Thor?”

“What?! You were serious?”

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The brothers react to discovering they’re MC’s biggest fear

Wow the last few weeks have been hectic for me. Been feeling incredibly alone and don’t have anyone to talk to and found out I need surgery which will happen sometime soon. I’m glad to have gotten to motivation to get this out for you guys. I’ve a request coming next so keep an eye out. This one is based on how MC has been through so much and what if this affected MC greater than they realized? I hope you all enjoy this =)

WARNING: This react has spoilers for all of Obey Me up to Chapter 60

This story contains: Blood, mentions of death/murder, traumatic experiences.

Lucifer

Lucifer is cautious as he enters the room the bogeyman is hiding in with MC in tow.  Few things scare him, but what does are things he’d rather MC not know about.

Still, above all else he wants MC to be safe. If that means they find out something about him he’d rather them not know about, then so be it. Their safety and happiness are his priority.

As the bogeyman before them begins to warp its shape, he puts up his guard. With their combined power, Lucifer is sure the bogeyman, no matter which form it takes will be a triviality to deal with.

MC is too consumed by fear to see the shock and guilt consume Lucifer as, surprisingly, the bogeyman turns into him.

“Did you think you wouldn’t face consequences for your actions, MC? You’ve broken so many rules, interfered so much, that it's time you paid for your insolence with your pathetic human life!”

The real Lucifer was quick to banish his fake as it pounced on them. With it gone, he focused his full attention on MC, who was completely still, gazing at where the bogeyman once was.

He knelt, taking their hands in his own, rubbing them gently to slowly calm MC down. He told them he was sorry he’d scared them so badly. He would do whatever it took to fix his horrible mistake.

With a kiss to the back of their hand, he promised for as long as MC loved him, he would never do something to make them so scared again.

Mammon

Mammon was already terrified at the thought of facing the bogeyman again. Even a fake Lucifer was terrifying, and it was something he didn’t ever want to see again.

Still, with some gentle coaxing from MC, he followed them to face down the bogeyman. Once they enter the room, he moves behind MC to hide, while simultaneously bragging about how unafraid he is.

A rumbling begins that causes Mammon to jump. He sinks behind MC, awaiting the appearance of Lucifer, but to his surprise, nothing happens.

At first, Mammon is ecstatic! They’d easily banished the bogeyman without a scratch or scare. He is soon brought back to reality when he hears MC’s panicked cries.

“Mammon? Mammon can you hear me? Please don’t leave me again. Lucifer said you’d look after me and I’m confused and scared. Please come back, I won’t be annoying anymore. Please.”

At that moment Mammon comes to the horrible realisation that his abandonment of MC during their first few weeks in the Devildom when he saw them as nothing more than a burden had taken its toll.

He hugs them desperately, telling MC over and over that he is here and that if they wish it, he will never leave their side again. He tells MC that he’s sorry and that he loves them.

From then on, Mammon sticks to MC like glue. No matter where they go, he’ll follow unless they say otherwise. He promises to always be there to make sure they know they’re adored and never, ever alone.

Leviathan

It takes a lot of convincing to get Levi to accompany MC to confront the bogeyman, but he decides to go because the thought of MC going alone is something far worse than a fake, albeit horrifying copy of Lucifer.

Instead of Lucifer, however, what appears is another version of him in his demonic form. It looks furious, its tail flicking back and forth, knocking over lamps, leaving holes in the wall and smashing the window.

Levi though it would target him. After all MC had protection right? But it became clear and the creature turned to MC, its rage only increasing as it began to shout at the scared human.

“YOU CHEATED MC! I’M THE BIGGEST TSL FAN, NO ONE CAN BEAT ME IN A TSL QUIZ WITHOUT CHEATING!”

His copy keeping screaming at MC, looking ready to pounce at any moment. The real Levi for his part wanted to scuttle out of the room and forget what had happened. But he was spurred on by his love and need to protect MC.

Using his considerable power, he banished the bogeyman, the false version of him fading with a shrill shriek, leaving only MC cowering in fear.

Levi rushed to them, hugging them, peppering them with kisses (something that will later bring a blush to his face) and promising them he’ll never do anything to make them that scared again.

He keeps his word and is also careful to manage his temper when it comes to his passions while MC is around. He also does his best to work with them to help them overcome their fear.

Satan

Satan isn’t fearful of the bogeyman as he entered the room with MC. He wants the creature gone, especially after it scared his brothers so badly. Upsetting his brothers like that is not something he will let go of so easily.

He wonders what the creature will become when they encounter it. He doesn’t have any fears, at least any he will admit to himself, and MC has the blessing of Luke. Would it even be able to do anything against them at all?

As the door closed behind them the creature begins to morph. Satan decides to take this moment to banish it, wanting to be rid of it before it caused them problems. He pauses though when what appears before him is none other than himself in demon form.

“How DARE you compare me to Lucifer MC! How foolish I was to expect anything more from a sniveling, weak human. Now you’ll pay fo-.”

Before the copy has a chance to do anything more, Satan acts, banishing the creature from sight to some distant unknown realm.

The threat gone, he turned his attention to MC. They were still as stone, still scared of the image of him. Guilt floods him, and he rushes to MC, profusely apologising and begging them to forgive him. He has done so much damage to his love that he can’t forgive himself until MC is happy again.

Being the Avatar of Wrath, he will always have an angry side, but he does his best to calm down and refrain from getting out of control while MC is around. He also becomes far more affectionate, often snuggling with them as he reads them stories or watching cat documentaries.

Asmodeus

Asmo is worried about how ugly the bogeyman will make him. He knows that his greatest fear is being ugly, and it brings him genuine fear thinking of all the horrible, ugly versions of him the bogeyman could conjure.

The form the creature creates is of him, but he’s his normal, beautiful and dazzling self. He thinks it’s a trick for a moment, and he waits for the form to shift. Instead, it speaks, looking directly at MC.

“Why would I love someone like you? I’m perfection incarnate. You’re my plaything, someone I’ll discard like the rest. Don’t think my affectionate words are anything more than sweet nothings.”

Asmo turned to MC, who was now backed against the wall, their hand covering their face, but doing nothing to hide their sobs.

Asmo rarely becomes as enraged as he did at that moment. He isn’t one to not get angry, but true rage from his is rare. With all the fury and power he can muster he summons a portal and forces the bogeyman through, sending it somewhere it will never return from.

With the bogeyman gone, he turns his attention to MC. He approaches them slowly, moving beside them. He isn’t sure how to proceed. His heart is aching at seeing MC so upset and he wants them to smile that beautiful smile again.

He starts to name each and every part of MC and why he loves it so much. From their nose to their toes, he doesn’t stop until MC is smiling again.

From then on he showers them with affection and love. Every morning starts with a compliment and a loving kiss, and he always makes sure MC knows he couldn’t live without them.

Beelzebub

Beel enters the room first, wanting to shield MC from anything the bogeyman might decide to do. He’ll gladly endure whichever one of his fears the creatures summons if it means MC stays safe.

Despite his effort, as the bogeyman warps its form, what appears is him in his demon form. This form is angry, its stomach loudly growling also drowning out the angry words being spoken by the creature.

“WHY DID YOU EAT MY PUDDING, MC? THAT WAS MY PUDDING AND YOU’VE GONE AND EATEN IT. NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO EAT?!?”

As the creature screamed and shouted the sounds of shattering plates and crumbling brick echoed around, though nothing in the room was touched.

MC was terrified, backing away until their back touched the wall, too overtaken with fear to move any further.

Not wanting MC to suffer any longer Beel focused on banishing the creature. Focusing his power, the creating began losing shape. It fought him, but eventually, it faded from sight, banished back to where it had come from.

After the bogeyman is defeated, Beel approached MC. They’ve calmed down now the bogeyman is gone, but it has affected them. He apologises for allowing his hunger to overtake him so much that it caused them to fear him so much.

He gently hugs them, promising he’ll do whatever he can to help them overcome their fear and to never let his hunger overtake him so badly again, two promises he seals with a kiss.

Belphegor

Deep down Belphie knows what he’ll see if the bogeyman targets him and shows him his greatest fear. But he doesn’t want to admit it. The reality of admitting it is too much for him.

He accompanies MC regardless. He knows that together they can overcome whatever is waiting for them.

But Belphie didn’t fully realise exactly what the bogeyman would become. It began to take shape the moment the door shut behind them, forming into him in his demon form, fresh blood dripping from his hands and tail and splattered all over his clothing.

“Guess you are just a stupid human, huh? Falling for my silly trick you deserve to suffer and die like this.”

MC is petrified, begging him to not hurt them. It was MC’s fear that inadvertently spurred on their magic, banishing the creature without them realising.

With the bogeyman gone, Belphie could only stare at MC. He didn’t realise how much what he had done hurt them, and now that he did, he feared no matter what he did he would only make it worse.

Everyone waiting outside bursts through the door after hearing MC’s cries, and goes over to comfort them. Belphie decides to leave and return to the mansion and begins avoiding MC, thinking it better he stayed away.

It takes MC approaching him with Beel for him to talk with him, rather than leave the room. They talk and both agree to work together and heal so they can move forward, starting their journey with a hug and a kiss.

[love-fireflysong]

Oh man, so blame @sam-giddings completely for this, but ever since last night all I’ve been able to think of is my least favourite part whenever I play Until Dawn: that bit in chapter 9 when you’re playing as Ashley and your walking underneath the lodge.

That entire bit makes no sense character wise to me and I hate it. If you play it and you choose to leave Chris behind and walk on without him, then I get it. It’s a choice you made as Ashley, so that’s what she does in that instance. Whatever. It’s the bit right after when you decide that ‘hell no, I ain’t letting none of you out of my sight are you kidding me????’ that makes me so angry. You know, the one where Ashley stays behind to close the manhole in case a wendigo tries to follow them. And then Chris just leaves her behind too.

LIke are you kidding me? You expect me to believe that shit???? You expect me to believe that Chris, who up until that point has made it very clear that there’s no way he’s gonna be able to choose Ash in the gun choice or that he can’t stand the thought that he went and left Josh behind in the shed to die, is just gonna go on without her? Especially after she just told him that they’re not leaving anyone behind and that they’re all sticking together? You expect me to believe that Chris just up and leaves her behind after all that? Oh hell fucking no. No matter what your feelings on Ashley are, Chris deciding to go on without her isn’t even in-character for him at that point. It makes absolutely no sense and I hate it.

And I know I’ve mentioned once or twice that I find it real rude that Chris doesn’t even try to give her his sweater after the whole shed incident (it’s not even romantic at that point, she’s covered in blood and likely freezing!) but I can excuse it because of the extra amount of work that would have went into  character models to make it a reality. But the bit under the lodge isn’t even that, that was so Ash can hear Jessica’s voice and investigate the trap door and lazily writing Chris out so she can do it alone. And you know what? Fuck that, I’m fixing it and it’s super easy too. You don’t even have to change a whole lot.

Chris waits for her to close the manhole and then the two of them try to catch up to Sam (and Emily). They hear Jess’s voice as they get closer to the fork in the tunnel and you get the same choice of investigating or not. If you don’t investigate then you meet up with the others and there’s no change. But if you do, then Chris tries to maybe talk Ash out of it but she’s already moving ahead so he follows her because he’s not leaving her behind. You go on, pick up the totem, and then the two of them come to the trap door. Maybe you walk past it and catch it, or maybe you open it. If Ash opens the trap door, then Hanndigo comes out same as always.

Now this is where it can get fun. I think it would be fun to give Ashley a choice here: you can either RUN or DISTRACT.

RUN is exactly what it says on the tin. Ashley grabs Chris and tries to run but they both get caught and die for very obvious reasons, plus the fact that Chris is having problems even staying upright right now, much less walking or running. Plus it continues with the opening of the trap door being an absolutely stupid move where you deserve your death.

DISTRACT though? We know that Ashley has some roots in self-preservation, it’s shown when she doesn’t let Chris back in after he tries to shoot her and when she tries to force Emily out the safe room after finding the bite. Or when she’s screaming at Chris to save her when in the shed. She doesn’t want to die, and who can blame her? Not me that’s for sure. So in order to try and distract Hanndigo and try to get away Ashley inadvertently (or on purpose if that’s how you want to see it) pushes Chris towards her. Chris is dead no matter what here really, he has a bum leg and can’t run after all. And since he can die here anyways nothing changes either.

And then while Hanndigo is busy decapitating Chris as is her modus operandi, Ashley tries to make a break for it and hide. This gives the player a chance for a DON’T MOVE segment as well (and now that I think of it, I don’t think she gets one anyway? I think she and the nigh unplayable Washington sibs are the only one who don’t get one so this even fixes that lol!). If you fail, then Ash dies obviously. You opened the trap door like a moron so you can deal with the consequences of your actions. But if you pass, then Ash lives to see another day (well, an hour if you don’t mess up in the lodge with Sam lol) and she rejoins the group filled with the lovely knowledge and horrible guilt that she killed Chris. And while people can continue to cry that Ashley is even more horrible for killing Chris knowingly here, guess what bucko? YOU made the choice to distract after opening the trap door and sealing at least one of their fates. It was obvious that there was gonna be no way out of this one, but you decided to see if you could maybe survive it anyways.

(The rest of the game goes as normal, except with a maybe even more inconsolable Ashley in the ranger’s station then if Chris died outside. The same scene would easily work though.)

And THAT’S how supermassive should have played the tunnel bit in my opinion.

[bratkook]

one chance. (m) knj. teaser.

pairing. flash!namjoon x reader genre. fluff, angst, smut, superhero!au word count. approx 20k warnings. light hearted, some fighting (not graphic), mentions of character death (also not graphic...or permanent), mutual pining, namjoon is an adorably sweet dork !! smut: tbd as i write! but ofc filthy summary. namjoon knows he only has one chance to go back and make things right, but is he prepared to live with the potential consequences that his actions could cause? note. this was going to be part of a bts super hero collab that fell through (& i hope the author’s involved still post their fics) i’m about halfway through writing it and hope this will give me the motivation to finish it lmao. i might do a tag list if anyone is interested?? lmk muah.

The searing pain is felt before Namjoon even hits the floor, shooting down his fingertips when he attempts to move them, making his shoulder ache with each breath he takes. The plastic drums he had just collided into—an impact at a speed they weren’t designed to withhold—lay tattered in bits and chunks all around him, cold water that would typically be held inside them now spilled out and soaking into his suit. 

A hiss escapes his lips as he remains on the wet floor, already hearing the rushing footsteps approaching him. “It’s broken!” he shouts out, wincing when he once again attempts to move his arm. “Why isn’t it healing if it’s broken?”

When you and Hoseok finally reach him, you breathe a sigh of relief. From the absolute chaos his crash had caused, you were expecting to see him a lot more battered and bruised. Instead he lay on his side, hand gently cradling his aching shoulder with a grimace on his face. 

“Holy shit, that was awesome.” Hoseok barely spares a glance at Namjoon, overstepping him to assess the damage caused, tapping away at the screen of his tablet as he does so, checking the speed data he had captured. 

“You told me these would hold,” Namjoon grumbles, foot kicking a nearby scrap of plastic, another groan leaving him when his shoulder throbs. 

“That was just a guess.” Hoseok brushes him off, continuing to type away as he circles the crash scene. He only approaches Namjoon to pluck the Go-pro off his head, pocketing it with a sheepish smile on his face. 

With a subtle eye roll, you’re crouching down to meet Namjoon’s body, hands gently reaching out to see what the problem was. He lets his hand fall from it’s protective position, eyes squeezing shut as he waits for the burst of pain to come, jaw clenching when your fingers press along his shoulder, clearly feeling the way it had popped out of place. 

“It’s not healing because it’s not broken.” Namjoon finally opens his eyes now, peering up at you and gulping when he realizes just how close you are. He can clearly see the worry in your eyes as you try to see just how bad it is, a crease between your brows that he wants to rub out with the pad of his thumb, small frown on your lips that only makes him feel worse for going against your warning of this being a bad idea. 

A small huff spills from your lips once you realize you won’t be able to help him until you’re back at the lab without this suit—a suit that Hoseok calls his pride and joy—covering him up. “It’s dislocated. You probably tore some ligaments and tendons, but those will heal up just fine once we pop it back into place.”

“Wait, is that gonna hurt?” he whines out, huffing out the strands of his brown hair that had fallen over his face and gasping in pain when you purposely prod at the swollen joint with a small glare. 

“I’ll make sure it does so you remember to never go against my warnings.”

“Oh god, you’re doing this on purpose!” Namjoon yells, sat on the cold chair, knees pulled up as he braces for the pain. 

“I told you I was,” you smirk, extending his arm out, hands placed against his palm with the other on his trap muscle to get a good grip. The loose threads of his suit tickle his skin, a product of you cutting the fabric to double check that the only thing wrong was in fact his dislocated shoulder. 

Did you actually have to cut it? No. This was just your childish way of getting back at Hoseok for convincing Namjoon to do this. 

The grimace never leaves his face as you stretch the limb out, twisting it slowly to the right angle before pulling back with a slight pop once it settles back into its rightful spot. 

He feels the relief instantly, tense muscles relaxing as he sags back into the chair, face no longer contorted in pain when you gently lower his arm. Namjoon swears he’s never felt better, already able to lift his arms as if nothing ever happened, the torn tendons quickly repaired and back to normal thanks to his regenerative ability.  

“Good to go. If you pop it out of place again you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

“Yeah right. I’ll just have Hoseok do it for me.”

Right on cue, a crash sounds out behind you, followed by a shout and an apology as Hoseok picks up whatever gadget he was currently working on. 

“You sure about that?” you question with a smug smile, crossing your arms under your chest as you step back. As smart and helpful as Hoseok was, his mind was far too focused on the technology surrounding him. If Namjoon seriously injured himself, the only person who would know what to do, was you. 

He knew this, and sometimes he liked that fact, not opposed to the way you’d constantly worry about him—totally choosing to ignore the reason why you did so was because it was your job. That tiny factor in the equation was tucked into the back of his mind. His small crush was innocent, and if looking forward to seeing what color lipstick you’d wear that day helped him deal with getting poked, questioned, and forced to run on a treadmill to document his speed, then that's fine by him. 

“I won’t dislocate my shoulder again. I promise.” 

Something about the smile on his face does nothing to ease your worry, and as Hoseok emerges from his room with a giddy laugh, you feel the need to pry. 

“What the hell were you trying to do anyway?”

“I think we’re close!” Hoseok announces, your question being brushed aside as he thrusts his tablet into Namjoon’s now fully mobile arms. The only thing lighting up the screen is a skew of numbers along with a diagram and some fancy looking animated figure that slightly resembled himself. It meant nothing to Namjoon so he doesn’t bother trying to decipher it, looking back up at Hoseok with a confused expression. 

“I don’t think me making those plastic drums explode got us any closer.” A small shiver courses through him as he recalls the pain from his shoulder once more. 

“Oh yeah, that was pointless. But I think I figured out another way.” Hoseok grabs the tablet once more, tapping a few more times before another animation fills the screen. Peering over his shoulder you spot what it is, a golden animation of what looks to be a treadmill, swirls flowing on either side of them that you believe to represent wind. 

“Another way for what?” You question again, not liking the sly look on Hoseok’s face. 

“Time travel.” He says it so casually, not even sparing you a glance as he flips the tablet over to show Namjoon. 

That wasn’t what you were expecting. When you had walked in on Hoseok pitching the idea to Namjoon, wanting to document his full speed, push it further to see what more he was capable of, you thought it was just to gather information to help when it came to figuring out a plan of action the next time a meta-human decided to torment the city. 

“Time travel?” you repeat, a displeased look on your face that Namjoon spots instantly. The small wrinkle between your brows is back and he can’t even allow himself to find it adorable because the small glare you were giving Hoseok changes course and stares directly at him. 

“Yeah,” he quietly admits, pressing his lips together gently. His saving grace comes in the form of his phone ringing loudly, cutting through the tense silence and making him jolt in his seat, hands fumbling for the device.

He has never been more thankful to get a call from work, your scolding being directed at Hoseok now, but Namjoon can hear it through his current conversation. The worried tone in your voice is clear as you question Hoseok’s sanity, stating how dangerous time travel could be in the grand scheme of things. Hoseok can only stumble over his words, flustered at being on the receiving end of your lecture. 

Namjoon ends the phone call right on time to hear you shout, “Are you trying to start World War three?!”

“I gotta go…” he whispers, slowly sliding off the chair trying to be as quiet as possible, hoping he wouldn’t be detected. But before he can flash out of there, you’re looking at him again. 

“Not so fast.” He freezes instantly, hands lifted up in front of him. “We’re not done talking about this—“

“I know, but I gotta go. I do have an actual job after all.”

Hoseok glares at Namjoon, “So you’re gonna leave me here to get yelled at...alone?”

Namjoon gives him a guilty smile, shrugging and mumbling out a quick apology before bolting out of there—literally. Your hair flows up at the speed, Hoseok’s shirt flapping wildly, and nearby documents scatter around from the gust of air he had caused. The only thing left behind is the red suit draped across the chair he had been sitting on, flashing out of it and into his regular clothes before leaving to work. 

“What was the Gopro for?” you question. As much as you didn’t like the idea of time travel, you were slightly curious about the entire situation. 

“Just thought it’d be sick to film it. Like imagine if it actually works and we have solid proof?” Hoseok’s eyes glimmer at the prospect of it all, tapping at the screen to replay the footage captured earlier. The two of you have front row seats of Namjoon’s earlier crash, and seeing the chaos along with hearing Namjoon’s grunts of pain a second time makes you glare at Hoseok once again. 

You reach forward and grab the discarded red suit from the chair, balling it up and tossing it at Hoseok’s face. “Patch it up. I had to rip the sleeve to properly see his shoulder.”

He whines loudly as he peels the material off of his face, fingers clutching the precious suit and gasping when he spots the torn area. “You monster!”