#even tho i think she's going down a darker path.

[i-cant-sing]

-Rambling, cuz apparently, I like to yap when it comes to you.-

I think Islam is a wonderful religion.

In the middle of octubre, I took notice of how the people in Gaza dealt with things, even if they were suffering, they still praised Allah.

And I was like, let me try that for a few months, as an agnostic, in a Christian household. I didn't know that there were 5 prayers, but once I found out, I looked up how to do them correctly.

As a person who has always questioned why everything was created and why I felt no connection to other religions.

Even going to church with my mom and doing my confirmation, I didn't have that much of a connection, if any.

Islam it kinda clicked with me.

My mom found out, and she started to tell me that in Islam, women are oppressed and so on. I told her that I was just praying, listening to the Quran, and following the teachings of the prophet (pbuph).

I also told her that her views on other religions were warped by the media, news, and movies that portray them in a bad light.

She took it as a bitter pill, but she still let me try and continue. When I would be praying and she would enter my room to ask me something, she would just say, "Oh, sorry. I'll tell you when you're down."

When I did Ramadan, getting up early to find something to eat , wait till it's time to pray then go back to bed.

Even tho she didn't understand the religion and still had her apprehensions, she would come to my room and ask me if I ate or needed to eat before I had to pray.

When I would listen to the Quran or a dua, it made me have a sense of peace of mind.

Having a hard time, I would yap and yap, knowing that even if I think I am alone, Allah is always listening.

I even asked if I was following the right path, and that very thing had a dream. I was walking in the woods and made to a mosque, grabbed a light color stone and sat at a corner, and prayed.

By the time I was done, the stone was darker, and my mom was at the door saying she come to pick me up.

It was a weird dream, but I took it as a sign to keep going, so I did. I learned some Duas, and I would get excited when I would get it right.

I would learn how to pray with those prayer videos, even now I still can't remember all of it, but I can still say them.

I did Islam for 9 to 10 months, and I learned to be more patient, helpful, and to have a clearer mind.

I even taught my mom how to say As-Salaam-Alaikum and Wa-Alaikum-Salaam. When we would go buy groceries, we could have a Muslim cashier, and she would get so happy when I would greet her.

Now the employees know me for my skateboard, and the Muslim would know me for always greeting them.

If they saw me walking by and I didn't notice them, they would greet me like I was an old friend.

Eve tho I am not in Islam as much I still make Duas once in a while, and talk to Allah when I feel like everything is too much. I try to follow the teachings as well.

My mom, even once in a while, would say, " Allah couldn't like that." Or " Ask Allah to help me."

So, seeing how you incorporate Islam into your time travel ua it makes me a little happy.

I can learn something new and enjoy a good story at the same time. I am back to being agnostic, but Islam holds a place in my heart along with the people I meet when I decide to give the religion a try.

Yeah, yapped a lot in this 🤦🏽‍♀️ but I feel glad I shared my thoughts on your wonderful religion.

This is so cute- i teared up at your dream, too wholesome. And your mom is sweet and supportive, 10/10 mother <33 And i (as do most muslims, im sure) RELATE to talking to Allah like He's our bestie/therapist because it really does feel so therapeutic. Even if Allah already knows whats in your heart, it feels good to talk to Him. Or sometimes, when you're just so heartbroken, so devastated that u cant even bring the words out and you just... cry. Oh- it feels so good to cry out to Allah , the Almighty, the Ar-Rahman, the Ar-Raheem- and you sort of do feel the pain going away after your mini breakdown sesh (actually had a minor one two days ago and after i was done, i was like "welp, that problem isnt that big of a deal. Allah will take care of it for me.") and that is the mindset that keeps me sane these days-

"Allah will take care of everything."

I think its great that you tried out something new, did your own research on it, and like yes- you should definitely explore other religions to find answers to your own questions.

And yes! I do enjoy learning new things through stories too! Thats why i find history so interesting, because im playing a whole ass 10 season show in my head with all the dramatics. It even helped me with biology and medschool too! Like take the hormonal-feedback mechanism. I'd go like- "and then the brain would send signals to release hormones from this organ to tackle with that problem, but once that problem is dealt with- the organ goes- nah bro. that's ENOUGH! STOP! FUCKING STOP!" or "in autoimmune disease, body's own defender cells would suddenly lose their memory and think EVERYONE is their sworn enemy, and *dramatic war music* attack from every direction, not realising they've killed their own, the very people they were born to protect *sad war music* War is ugly-"

i knew some people would not like me incorporating islam into this au, but like- 1. its something different, and i wanted to try it out. 2. i am the only target audience i care about. i write what i want to read. 3. i mean, so far, the eras i've written about has islam as a big component it, so its obv gonna play a big part in it.

i guess, if some people were to keep an open mind while reading, they'd enjoy it. its not like i can force u to convert from what- an au?? i think people who dont want to read this au is either u really hate islam because of false preconcieved notions or you're afraid that maybe you'll actually like islam and u might be interested in it. i dont think anyone could be that weak willed- to be so easily influenced by just mere words?????? because if u are so easily influenced, then i think u need help.

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

Two families connected pt 2

HEHE, here I come with part two! >:]

part 1 here

Tw: Safe vore (it's only two or three lines tho)

A few hours passed when Punz turned around to go back home with the two cherries he had picked for his mother. He looked up at the sky, noticing how darker clouds were beginning to appear. 'Luckily I'm going back, otherwise the rain would have caught me... But... For some reason I have a bad feeling...'

He quickly took flight, heading home.

//

“Sapnap..! Let the fairy out” The half-demon tried to convince his fireborn son. “But dad…” he said, pouting. "No buts sapnap. Let the fairy out, he doesn't know it's safe, so you're scaring him." Bad explained softly placing his hands on Sapnap's shoulders.

After a few seconds, the fireborn sighed. "Okay..." He moved away from Bad a little and closed his eyes, concentrating on pushing the fairy up. In a few seconds the fairy was back in Sapnap's mouth, who carefully removed him from it. Bad picked the small fairy up gently, holding him close as the little boy cried.

Sapnap looked a little guilty, his tail curling around his leg. "I didn't want to scare him, dad..." "Don't worry Sappy, he'll get over it in a while." Bad looked at the clock for a moment before looking at Sapnap again. "And... The clock reads half past three, which means..." Sapnap pouted, crossing his arms. "But dad, I don't want to take a nap...!"

"Sapnap.." The fireborn sighed, heading to his room. “Okay…” Once Sapnap had left the living room, Bad sat down on the couch, carefully inspecting the little fairy. Soon after, he gently began to wipe away the saliva that covered him. "...What's your name, little one..?" He asked as he continued to clean the fairy.

"His name is Dream." Bad looked up as Skeppy walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch next to him. “Dream? That's adorable.” Skeppy chuckled. “His mother named him, while I named his older brother, Punz.” He said, gently stroking Dream's head.

"That's a good name," Bad replies. Skeppy offers him a smile, but can't stop thinking about how his friend and Punz were doing. He hoped they were okay.

//

Punz flew for a while, finally reaching his home. "Mom, Dream, I'm home!" he said as he stepped inside, placing the cherries on the table. In a few seconds his mother gets out of her room quickly, approaching her son.

"Punz, Dream is not with you?" she asked, clearly concerned. Punz looked at her confused and also a little worried. "No? He was supposed to be with you…” “Punz, he went after you when he found out you went out…”

The confusion on Punz's face changed to complete concern. "What?!" He exclaimed, turning around, heading to the door of the house. "I'm going to look for him, I'll be back soon." he told his mother before flying off again. “Be careful, Punz…”

The young fairy quickly flew around the area, desperately searching for his little brother. He looked at the clouds, which were darker than before.

It would soon start to rain and he needed to find Dream before it happened. He continued to fly around before veering off. If Dream hadn't been met on the way, it meant that his brother had strayed from the path.

He tried to fly even faster, advancing a few meters, when he saw a human house in the distance. A thought that he would not want to be true crossed his mind when he saw the house. ‘Maybe Dream had been seen and caught by the humans that live in that house…?’ 

Punz shook his head, there was only one way to know. He flew quickly but when he had a few meters to go, it began to rain heavily, soaking his wings completely and causing him to fall to the ground hardly.

Slowly and shakily he rose from the ground, his body sore from the fall. He tried to move his wings to fly but they were completely wet. He walked closer to the house, carefully stepping onto the terrace to get out of the rain.

He didn't want to risk entering the house while his wings were wet, as he didn't want to be caught by the humans who lived there. He hid in a part of the terrace and once he was sure that the humans would not see him there, he closed his eyes. He was really tired...

//

Skeppy suddenly got up from the couch where he was sitting next to Bad. “Skeppy? Are you okay..?" Skeppy looked at him for a moment in silence before answering. "Yes... but... For some reason I feel like I have to check the terrace..."

Bad frowned in confusion, looking at the window. “But it's raining Skeppy, if the wind blows you could get wet..” Skeppy gave him a small smile before starting to head towards the entrance. "Don't worry, it will only be a moment." he finally answered walking out of the living room.

Skeppy walked down the hall, before long arriving and opening the front door. He walked slowly around the terrace, not noticing anything strange until his eyes noticed something in a corner.

He approached slowly, kneeling down once he was in front of it. His eyes widened as he recognized the small figure. ‘Punz..? What is he doing here..? Maybe looking for Dream...?' he thought as he carefully picked up the small body, noticing how cold and wet he was.

'So got you in the rain, huh..?' Skeppy held the small boy gently against his chest, walking back into the house and shutting the door close with one hand. He slowly made his way back to the living room, sitting next to Bad again.

The half-demon looked at the figure Skeppy was holding. "Skeppy...? Who..-?" "This is Punz, Dream's older brother, who apparently was looking for him but got caught in the rain.” He interrupted Bad before he could finish his question.

“Oh.. Poor muffinhead… I hope he doesn't catch a cold…” “Don't worry, he'll be fine, he just needs to rest. Although we will have to calm him down and explain everything to him when he wakes up…” explained Skeppy. Bad nodded, directing his gaze back to Dream.

It was just a matter of waiting.

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@local-squishmallow, @brick-a-doodle-do

[wardenannie]

Hi ani! I really miss your levihan fics a lot so I just thought I could maybe drop a prompt for you over here? No pressure if you don't wanna do it, tho, ofc.

So, the prompt would be:

Levi and Hanji end up having comfort sex after a meeting with military higher-ups goes terribly wrong. Hanji discusses over trains and helping develop technology in Paradis, but because they are not the traditional "cis-male" leader, the rests doubts them/puts their ideas down.

Then, when they return to HQ, Levi just fucks them to release the tension/frustrations.

Hope you like itt!

Love you and your writingg <3 <3

Hey friend! I don't really write Levihan anymore, but this prompt is so good I'll make an exception.

Friendly reminder to everyone reading this that my new Ao3 is sapphicoflight and you can find all of my Levihan works there, they are no longer associated with my previous username.

I hope that you enjoy this drabble!!

(NSFW obvs)

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The infiltration into Marley was a no-go. The meeting with the brass had gone terribly, with the staunch, stubborn old men questioning Hange at every turn, every suggestion. At the slightest sign of weakness in the Commander they pounced, practically throwing the pair out of the room in flat in dismissal.

Hange was devastated and at a loss. Uncharacteristically silent as they and Levi mounted their horses in preparation to leave the capitol.

The uneasiness was palpable in the air between them. The stony silence speaking volumes where the Commander would not speak at all.

It was Levi who spoke first, once they had passed through the inner ring of the city, the dusty streets opening up some and giving him room to ride alongside his Commander.

"Hange..." he began, but he wasn't certain what to say. He wasn't particularly adept with words, and he didn't want to accidentally salt this obvious wound.

Hange shook their head, russet hair flashing like fire in the midday sunlight. They looked over to their captain, single eye alight with fury, but swirling within the wine colored depths of their iris there was also a great, deep sorrow. It shook Levi to see them so shaken.

"If I were a man-" Hange rasped, voice trembling with rage.

Levi swallowed thickly, "Yeah, probably."

Hange spat onto the ground, then dug their heels into their horse's sides, pushing the animal into a brisk trot.

Levi let them go ahead, thinking that some time alone might be in order. He wasn't usually of much help when it came to these sort of delicate matters. Sure, he'd known Hange for years now, he knew them inside and out. Backwards and forwards he could read them like a book. But in matters of gender, of how their sex and mind were misaligned, he was completely helpless.

It hadn't come up in quite some time. Not since before Erwin's death, actually. There hadn't been time to even think about such personal things as the tension with Marley mounted and Eren began to endeavor down a darker, ill-advised path.

But here it was, like it had always been there, lurking beneath the pristine surface of Hange's militaristic facade. It reared its ugly head once more, and Levi wasn't prepared in the slightest for its reemergence.

He wetted his lips, following after them at an ambling pace. Deciding what he would do when they met again at HQ. They would need to regroup, of course, plot another plan of action. But first Hange would need to soothe this fresh hurt; a scar reopened after so many years of mending.

"Tch," he tutted as a child ran across his path chasing a ball. She fell in the dirt on the other side of the road, squealing with delight.

Levi's mouth pursed and he looked away, his own heels now urging his mount forward at a brisker pace.

There was one thing he could do, he supposed. If Hange was amiable to the idea.

They'd come to an arrangement over the years of their partnership. One of... physical proximity and means. They were by no means lovers (except they absolutely were), and Levi derived no real affections from their exertions (except he absolutely did, he was simply unwilling to admit the depth of that emotion).

Sex was easy enough with Hange. They were attractive and coy when they wanted to be. Warm and wet. Body lithe and muscular and inviting. And their voice, he shivered thinking of their low, smooth tones guiding him towards-

Levi shook the thoughts from his head as he dismounted and left his horse to the stableboys. The last thing he needed was to be sporting an obvious erection through the halls of HQ.

When he arrived at Hange's office he did so as inconspicuously as he could manage. Slipping through the door on light feet and letting the latch click behind him. He stood with his back to the door, staring into the space which had once been so neat when Erwin occupied it.

It was trashed. Moreso than usual. It was like a tornado had swept through the room, throwing papers and books here and there and everywhere. The inkwell on Hange's desk was tipped over, a runnel of ink dribbling from the edge of the desk down onto the floor. The chair was tipped over as well.

It seemed as though Hange had passed over the room in their outrage.

"Four-eyes," Levi said with a sigh. He locked the door for good measure and crossed the room to stand in front of his Commander.

Hange shook their head, all of their rage having been exhausted in destroying the office. Now they simply looked bone-tired, with a deep dark circle punctuating their good eye, and defeated. They licked their chapped lips, resting a hand on the solid wooden desk to support themself.

"If I were just a man, Levi," they said, exasperation bleeding in their tone. "Then they might listen to me. Then they would listen to me."

Levi pursed his mouth, "Maybe. Or maybe they've just got shit for brains and it wouldn't matter either way."

"Either way," Hange laughed sardonically.

"You know what I mean."

They sighed, shoulder slumping. Levi righted their chair and they sat in it, pinching the bridge of their nose, "Yeah, I know..."

A beat of silence passed between them.

Then Hange made a pained sound, lip quivering slightly, "They just see me as a loud mouthed woman."

"You're loud-mouthed for sure, shitty-glasses," Levi reassured, "But you sure as hell aren't a woman."

Hange snorted, "Thanks for that vote of confidence, short stuff."

"It's what I'm here for."

Another beast of silence.

Levi kissed his teeth, glancing awkwardly around the room before he shifted forward with sudden intention. He caught Hange by the chin, angling their face upwards so it was mere inches from his own.

"Listen up, Hange," he intoned, low and hungry. The physical proximity was impacting him already. He hated to see them so upset, but he also knew exactly how to take that pain away, if only for a moment. "Those fat shithead bastards know fuck all about you."

"Oh?"

"They don't see what I see when I look at you," he said. "Maybe they do see a woman, but you know what? Fuck that shit."

Hange chuckled then, their breath tickling his lips, "And what do you see when you look at me, captain?"

"My Commander," the strongest person I know, he meant to say, but those words were too delicate, too close to his heart of steel. But Hange seemed to understand, and they saw no need for further preamble when they craned their neck upward and tugged him down by his collar, sealing their lips in a searing kiss.

Levi's steely eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into the kiss, savoring the bourbon taste of Hange on his tongue. He cupped their cheek, then dropped his hand to grip their arm, pulling to their feet and breaking the kiss, but only for a moment as he shifted them and pushed them onto the desk.

He stood between their spread thighs, kissing them with thorough hunger. Heat pooled in his middle, seeping down into his loins where his cock began to stir.

When they parted again their cheeks were flushed, eyes hooded. Both of them tousled from the other's touch. Hange shurgged off their coat while Levi's fingers worked deftly at the buttons of their shirt. Once they were bare save for their breast bindings (which Levi dared not touch), he kissed their throat, their jaw, their collarbones. His fingers pulled at the button of their pants, and they dropped their legs long enough to let the fabric slide away along with their underthings.

"Fuck, Hange," Levi cursed as his fingers slid skillfully through their folds, finding their flesh hot and yielding and wet.

Hange grinned, scooting forward on the desk so that they were perched on the edge. Then they reached out, undoing the button on Levi's trousers.

His cock popped free, heavy and wanting, a bead of precum already pearling at the tip of. Hange gave him a few cursory strokes and he groaned throatily.

"There's the big guy," Hange teased, tugging him forward by his member, they stroked the thick head of him through their folds, wetting him and earning themself another low, needy sound.

"Sh-shut up, four-eyes," Levi rasped, eyelids fluttering at the sensation of his body pressed flush to theirs.

"Levi?" Hange's voice was suddenly pensive, and when he met their single eyed gaze he found their eye wide and uncertain. He backed off slightly.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Shut up," he seized their jaw in his hand and kissed them hungrily. With his other hand he aligned himself with their entrance and sank into their depths with a single thrust of his narrow hips.

They both gasped into the kiss; Levi at the tight, hot, wet depths of his Commander's pussy, and Hange at the sublime stretch of Levi's thick cock.

"Hnn," Levi sighed, setting a slow, easy pace. But it was still enough to earn him a few soft whimpers from his partner, who gripped his clothed shoulders tightly.

Hange pulled themself up as he worked into them, winding their arms around his neck and hiding their face in the crook of his shoulder. They kissed him there, tenderly as he fucked into them.

"Harder," Hange whispered sharply, raising their head head so their teeth grazed the shell of his ear. "Need it hard, Levi."

Levi grunted, acquiescing immediately. He seized their hip in one hand and leveraged himself against the solid wood of the desk with the other. Wet slapping sounds began to fill up the small room, mingling with their gasps and moans in a symphony that anyone beyond the door might chance upon.

Levi fucked Hange hard, and now it was his turn to hide his face in their neck as he rutted himself forward into their depths, feeling every rippling inch of them squeezing around his cock.

He gritted his teeth as he felt them beginning to tighten around him, a fresh wave of wet encompassing him, shining prettily on his shaft with each egress of his hips. Hange's moans turned into soft pleas, their ankles locking at the small of his back. Levi bit his tongue to distract himself from the orgasm that tingled at the base of his spine, tightening his balls and thickening his dick inside of them.

"Levi," they begged breathlessly into his ear. "Levi, Levi, Levi!"

Levi made a muffled sound of rumbling pleasure as Hange fell apart on him. Their seized into a vice like grip around his cock, drawing his own climax from him as Hange howled and pawed at his chest. White flashed behind his eyes and he bit his lip to keep from crying out in tandem with his Commander.

"Shit," Levi cursed as he blinked through the aftershocks. He swallowed thickly, slowly pulling his rapidly softening dick away from Hange. Flesh suddenly frightfully sensitive. He tucked himself away, taking deep calming breaths to steady himself.

Hange had reclined back onto the desk, fingers playing absentmindedly in the spilled ink, cum dribbling down their thighs.

They licked their lips, pupil still dilated with pleasure, "Thank you, Captain."

Levi grunted, "Anytime, Commander."

Hange sat up and pulled Levi into one, final hungry kiss. Then they parted, and began to right themselves.

And they slipped easily back into their stations as though nothing at all had transpired between them.

But Hange's anger and shame were entirely abated. Their wounds licked and soothed. And Levi's mood, the scouts would note, was surprisingly chipper for the rest of the day.

[toashcs-blog]

DANY IS A PRECIOUS BEAN WHO HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG EVER SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE HAD GOOD INTENTIONS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

or

DANY IS A TERRIBLE CONQUEROR WHO OPPRESSES EVERYONE AND IS SECRETLY GOING MAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but have you considered

DANY IS A FLAWED HUMAN CHARACTER WHO IS FAR TOO YOUNG TO DEAL WITH ALL SHE HAS TO DEAL WITH AND WHO IS RAISED ON THE NOTION THAT TO GO HOME TRULY SHE MUST TAKE HER HOME BACK AND WHO’S GOOD INTENTIONS ARE PURE BUT WHO’S ACTIONS MAY NOT ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST CONSEQUENCES DUE TO A NAIVITY AND LACK OF EXPERIENCE THAT SHE IS TRYING TO OVERCOME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but for show Dany being entitled as shit and burning everyone and feeding innocent folk w / o trials to her dragons like the Yunkai’i actually lie about her doing in the books...................... 

yeah i got nothing .

[hotwings0203]

Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.

[gloxiniaflower]

Request reader who is Poseidon daughter is like her papa but had more emotions and she has a crush on Thor but is shy to tell him.

HAVE MERCY ON ME WITH THIS ONE😭 some of it may not be accurate...I think I'll make a 2nd part to this tho

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Having a father who is a sleep-deprived god is troublesome, always irritated and never fun.

Y/n and Poseidon were sitting down and reading their books in nothing but silence, the whole place was quiet. Y/n didn't like it, it was too quiet for her liking.

"Whatever you are thinking, I want you to stop it."

Y/n froze, many scenarios went through her head of what would happen. She placed her book down on her lap, "whatever do you mean father?" She nervously smiled, he was terrifying to talk to even as his daughter.

"You haven't flipped a single page for the last 10 minutes, what is it you are thinking of." Poseidon put his book down and stared at his daughter, he didn't like it that his daughter was distracted.

"It's nothing important." She stood up and turned around, she was close to taking a step before a loud noise made her go stiff. Poseidon was standing up with his trident in his hand.

"If it is not important, then why did you stop reading." He demanded

"I was wondering when I would have my weapon." Y/n lied, telling Poseidon about her crush would create a whole day of arguing or fighting.

"Turn around and face me. I didn't teach you to be a coward." His cold tone was already making her tremble in fear, she turned around and faced him. "Repeat what you just said."

"I was wondering when I would have my weapon." She repeated herself, silently grateful that she didn't stutter.

"When you have completed your training then you'll have your weapon," he replied, feeling thankful for him falling for the lie.

"Now, go get ready. We are expecting guests this afternoon and you will escort them here." He told her and walked away, not bothering to tell her who was coming.

Y/n sighed of relief and immediately booked it out of the room, Poseidon was hard to talk to.

Running through the halls and empty rooms, no one else was in the palace except y/n and Poseidon. That God didn't need anyone else nor help, everything is clean and quiet. No interruptions, no laughing, just silence.

Y/n slowed down and took a breather, running up and down the stairs did do a toll on her stamina. "Hundreds of years... endless blood, sweat and tears AND I still can't run up and down stairs like it's nothing." She laughed, oh how funny it was, being Poseidon's daughter didn't mean she was exactly like him.

Sure! She had his hair and eye colour, but she had more personality than her father. Therefore... Higher expectations were on her, she had to be the best of the best and not the lowest.

Hours pass by and it was time for her to go up to the surface, y/n walked out of the castle and walked up the stone path. The water parted as she walked, as she got closer and closer she could see 4 figures. One was levitating off the ground in a bad posture, the second one...she could only see that they didn't have much hair? The third was quite tall and the fourth one seemed to have good posture.

When she stopped in front of the 3 who were Zeus, Hermes, Loki and Thor.

"My, my! Look at how grown up you look!" Zeus exclaimed, excited about seeing his niece. Y/n wanted to smile...but she couldn't, it would break her reputation as Poseidon's daughter. After all, a God does not falter.

"I will be escorting you to the palace, please follow me." Y/n politely said then turned around, Zeus happy-go-lucky-ass ran ahead of her and was out of sight in seconds. Y/n closed her eyes, she was supposed to have them ALL arrive at the same time!

She sighed and opened her eyes, she was greeted with a purple one. Y/n stumbled back and bumped into someone, "you can quit the act now~" Loki smiled, y/n whipped herself around and saw Hermes behind her smiling.

"I do agree with him," Hermes said, y/n was blushing from the embarrassment, Loki was an inch away from her face and she had bumped into Hermes.

"We should get going now, father doesn't like waiting long." She nervously smiled, she was going to get scolded later for that. She walked past Loki and continued to walk down, it got darker as they went deeper and deeper into the ocean. Loki accidentally flew into the water once it got darker and now he was soaked, everyone had stopped when they heard Loki yell.

"Why is it so dark down here?! How do you even see where you're walking!" He exclaimed, he slowly landed on the ground and reached for y/n and grabbed her hand. "I don't feel like walking into it again! So, I'm gonna hold your hand!" He shivered, the water was cold and he was wearing skin ass tight clothes.

Y/n smiled at the trickster's childish behaviour, "you still haven't answered my question!" Loki whined, already starting to feel uncomfortable by the way his clothes felt.

"I can see where everything is and I also live down here." She answered, she tried to keep everything short and she was 3 minutes late already!

When the castle came into view and see Zeus's figure waving at them and Poseidon was standing there with his trident. Y/n let go of Loki's hand and walked faster, the 3 doing the same.

Y/n stopped in front of Poseidon, "it shouldn't have taken you that long." His harsh tone made y/n clench her jaw, "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, father." She quietly spoke. Poseidon didn't seem satisfied with her answer but decided to let it be, now he had to entertain his brother.

"Y/n, do you mind taking the others and show them around?" Zeus asked, y/n nodded her head and made a hand motion to follow her. The 3 followed her to the other side of the palace and went to the library, the first thing she did was flop onto the couch. "Question! Why are we in a library?" Loki asked as looked at the endless shelf of books, "would you want to sit in a room and stare at random fish? Cause I don't. " Y/n voice was muffled by the pillow.

Hermes was already on the second floor looking for a book, while Thor took a seat on another couch. Y/n quickly sat up on the couch when thor passed her, Loki sat beside y/n and brought his knees to his chest.

"what do you even do while you're here?"

"Train, sleep, cook, read...that's it," Y/n replied, Loki stared at her like she was some monster. "That's all? That is one boring life I say." He joked

"Y/n, do you have any books on deserts?" Hermes said out loud, this caught Loki's attention. He stared at y/n and decided to ask her, "are you allowed to bake here?" He asked, y/n turned to him and raised her eyebrow. "What kind of question is that? Of course, as long as I pick up my mess and make something for father." She happily said, she ran up the stairs to where Hermes.

She scanned the shelf and saw the book....classic, it was on a higher shelf. Y/n turned to Hermes and nervously smiled, "c-can you help me get the book?" She stuttered. Asking for help was something she has never done, rejection is what is holding her back from doing so.

Hermes reached for the book and gave it to her, y/n thanked him and ran back down, she took her seat beside Loki and opened the book. Loki was way too close in Thor's opinion, the trickster knew what he was doing and kept doing it to anger Thor.

And it worked.

Extra!!

"Loki..."

Loki turned to the side, "what?" He asked.

"I forgot to tell you that you have a piece of seaweed in your hair." Y/n pointed at the seaweed that blended quite well in Loki's hair.

"There is a WHAT IN MY HAIR!!"

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I just had to add Hermes and Loki😗

Hope ya liked it

[letarasstuff]

Girl meets World

(A/N): This was requested by an anon and is based on a show named 'Boy meets world', tho I never watched it so I went solely with the summary from said anon. I hope you still like it :)

Summary: Spencer's daughter is not ready for her first kiss. But are her classmates fine with that?

Warnings: Mean kids, angst but fluff at the end

Wordcount: 1.6k

✨Masterlist✨ ___________________________

Being on the not so popular side in school is not particularly hard, but it doesn’t exactly make things easier for (Y/N). That’s why Spencer was happy to hear from her invitation to a classmate’s birthday party.

“You call me and I’ll get you. I don’t mind if it’s in ten minutes or in two hours. Whenever you feel uncomfortable or you are done with peopling, it’s fine wanting to leave. Ok?” Her father tells her, sitting with her in the car in front of the birthday girl’s house. “Understood. Thank you, Dad. I see you no later than ten. Love you!”

Off she goes. Spencer watches (Y/N) going up the path to the front door, a bright colored bag with a gift in her hand. He considers driving up to Penelope’s apartment, which is only five minutes away, and cries with her over his daughter growing up with a tub of ice cream in both their hands. A second later the father puts his plan into motion.

Meanwhile (Y/N) is inside with a bunch of people from different classes. All those kids already make her nervous. But she is determined to make it through the night. After all, the girl doesn’t want to be seen as a baby that gets overwhelmed by a room full of human beings.

At first it isn’t that bad. (Y/N) finds a few classmates she has a class or two with and they converse. Until someone screams “Let’s play Spin-The-Bottle”. Now the eleven year old kind of feels like she is on a movie or a show. What’s next, she has to kiss the boy she has a crush on since the beginning of the school year?

Still all of the children gather around in a circle and a bottle is placed in the middle. “The rules are simple”, a kid explains, “The bottle chooses two people. They get five minutes in that closet over there.” Right, just like she predicted. (Y/N) is hesitant. They are too young to do something like that. Once again she doesn’t want to be the party pooper, so she sits down between two classmates.

Every time the bottle spins a dread weighs down in her stomach. (Y/N) is only eleven years old. Is she even ready to have her first kiss in a closet? Shouldn’t it be out of love, willently without anybody forcing two random people to such an act?

Seems like the others think these rules are fair and square. Everybody is participating with the utmost joy. Maybe it’s just her, who grew up with romantic novels written by people who not even her Grandmother witnessed alive being read to her for bed night.

Deep into calculating the probability of the bottle pointing to her, it needs a few shouts and a nudge to get (Y/N) out of her head. “Looks like it’s your turn to go into the closet”, her neighbor says to her, gesturing to the bottle, which in fact points towards her. The girl swears that the color of her cheeks is even darker than a tomato.

Shyly she gets up to the wardrobe. The remaining girls nod encouragingly while the next person is chosen by the bottle. Luckily it’s not the boy she has a crush on, this would be like in a fanfiction, too much like a cliché.

Just a few seconds later she finds herself in the closet. Is it appropriate to make a joke about coming out of the closet?

“Well, here we are”, the other boy says. (Y/N) thinks his name is Tyler. “Yeah, I guess.” She shuffles her foot and scratches her neck. “So, shouldn’t we kiss or something?”

Geez, that boy is out for action. “Uhm, what about if we do not? I’m not ready for that and no offence but I want my first kiss with somebody special and you are just a boy from my grade and there are no feelings between us and I need that special moment, because I’m a hopeless romantic.” The girl says all of this in one breath, making her speech pace compete with her father’s.

But Tyler smiles. “It’s okay. I get it, really. I won’t tell anyone. We can just sit here and talk until they knock. How does that sound?” (Y/N) smiles and nods. They sit down on some boxes and just laugh quietly about anything and everything they tell each other.

As soon as they have to come out of the closet, the other kids bombard them with questions. Tyler shuts all of them with one answer up. “A lady and gentleman are quiet and enjoy themselves.”

The rest of the evening goes relatively uneventful. There is a nice buffet and after that the kids watch a couple of movies until the first parents show up to pick up their children. Spencer is relieved to see his daughter so energetic and happy after the party.

“And then we played spin the bottle like in a teen movie. Dinner was also really nice and I think I made one or two more friends. Isn’t it amazing, Dad?” He answers her enthusiastically that he is in fact very happy for her. And Spencer is. But it kind of also implies that she grows up, a fact he doesn’t like.

The party was on a Saturday night and now it’s Monday, the first day after it. (Y/N) is ecstatic to go. In her mind her classmates finally accepted her for who she is. But as soon as she enters the school yard the kids from her grade look weirdly at her.

Immediately the girl’s mind goes into panic. Has she something on her face? Is it the way she dresses? Or is it some- The kiss. Or technically the not kiss.

“Hey Reid, I heard you are unkissed. What about I show you in the janitor’s room? Do you also want rose petals and candles laying around?” Someone starts to taunt her. The bystanding classmates begin to laugh.

(Y/N) has to listen to similar comments for the rest of the school day. A few boys from her science class make kissing noises whenever the teacher isn’t near them. Tyler once catches her eyes, mouthing an apology. But it’s not relevant to her at this point. The only thing that counts right now is getting through the last class without breaking down in front of the others. She can’t show them any more weakness.

When his daughter comes home, Spencer is already there. Hotch gave them an early off, since the last few cases were draining for all of them.

Instead of greeting him with a smile and the definition of happiness she enters the apartment with the biggest frown the father has ever seen on her face. “Hey Dad”, (Y/N) flatly says before disappearing into her room.

Confused, he assumes that she just has to do a load of homework, so he lets the girl be for the next couple hours. But as the clock is pushing near dinner time, he begins to worry.

“Sweetheart, I thought about cooking pasta for tonight. Do you wanna help me try Uncle Dave’s new recipe?” He asks at her closed door, respecting her privacy. There is no answer, just a sniffle from the other side. This alarms Spencer. “Sweetheart, may I come in?”

A few seconds pass until a faint “Yes” makes its way to his ears. Inside (Y/N) sits on her bed, her eyes are red from crying. “Oh Sweetheart, don’t be upset. Whatever it is, we can fix it. Tell me, what’s wrong?” The young doctor tries to console her. It’s always more difficult to calm your own family down than any stranger he meets on a case.

“I-it’s stupid. I don’t know why I’m upset over this.” (Y/N) frantically wipes the leftover tears away. “Hey, don’t say that. Your feelings are valid. You can be upset about anything you want, ok? If you don’t want to tell me about it, it’s fine. But I promise you that I’ll value whatever you say.”

The girl nods, finding her composure. “I- At the party we played Spin-The-Bottle and whoever was chosen had to go into the closet with the second one and kiss. I-I was in there with a boy named Tyler, b-but I told him I wasn’t ready. H-he was really sweet about it and respected my reasons. Dad, I’m not old enough and it wouldn’t be anything like I imagined my first kiss would be. But now the whole school or what feels like the whole school makes fun of me a-and I was so embarrassed.”

Spencer can feel her pain. Kids can be worse than professional torturers, he witnessed both first hand. “Oh Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’ll think of something about it. How do you feel about coming with me into the office? The others are missing you, especially Emily. She has a ton of pictures of Sergio she wants to show you. And for tonight we get your favorite take out and watch a movie of your choice, ok?”

(Y/N) smiles at the thought of the pictures she is going to see. “Yes! Can we get pizza and watch Lion King?” Even though it will be the fifth time they watch this movie this month, Spencer is happy to do anything his daughter wants. She has him wrapped around her finger.

So not long after this heartfelt conversation they sit on the sofa in the living room, crying their eyeballs out after Mufasa died. He deserved better.

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FIC I WILL PROBABLY NEVER WRITE BUT HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT WAY TOO MUCH

ok so i’ve had this supernatural/doctor who crossover fic in my mind for AGES in which when amy gets touched by the weeping angle she ends up in this small town in the 70s and ends up running into someone she quickly figures is a time traveler aka dean (it’s the episode where he meets his parents in the past) and while they distrust each other they make a deal and gets cas to transport her back to the future as well only for her the figure out SHIT this is not my universe. she desperately tries to contact the doctor but fails, falls off the grid for a bit but then joins Team Free Will. we then find out she’s actually been dragged into the universe by gabriel since the blood of a time & dimension traveller (kinda like the particles that rose had on her that caused her to be dragged into the other dimension) is needed to open the cage because in my head the cage is like in its own dimension frozen in time for extra security. and weeping angles are like a failed version of angles so he was able to work through them. they manage to lock lucifer away and all that jazz.

so this is where i need some more planning. i kinda have this vague idea that some stuff does change because i hate it when you do a “we add a character to this but nothing changes” fic. not sure what tho aside from saving kevin. my boy deserved more. but anyways, i imagine amy and dean to start a loose physical relationship just because they are both bitter but sex positive people and cannot have more because amy is still attached to rory and dean doesn’t realise he has a thing for cas. (but amy will make him help realise. we cannot not end this with destiel) they form a deep friendship tho, because i think when dean tries the suburban life and fails, it’s amy who he talks too because she can relate, trying and failing to let go of her life with the doctor. she in turn talks to him about dealing with loosing faith with an idol aka the doctor because she struggles with letting go of the faith that he will come and save her and instead having to learn how to save herself and also how she had a kid (river) who she felt she let down (and dean relates because of his relationship with his dad and sam) amy kind of becomes an occasional hunter who spends most of her time searching for ways to hop dimensions.

buuuut she kinda becomes desperate. after petitioning loads of angles and getting no help even though she “did her part in their little game now please put her back” so she turns to demons. and finds out crowley actually visited her world and met the doctor. but he refuses to help her and she becomes angry and goes down a darker path (amy was always to comfortable with guns and making darker choices. and i just see crowley being like “what would your precious doctor think of you now?” and her going like “he isn’t here”) cue in abaddon. she and amy make a deal that amy will help her defeat crowley if she helps her get back to her own dimension. however, abaddon realises that she needs to eliminate the winchesters too and the best to get close to them is amy. cut to that hotel room scene but instead of abaddon in her usual body in walks abaddon possessing amy. the thing is dean has really hyped himself up to kill abaddon and even though he tries to exorcise her out of amy before the fight gets to the kill or be killed point and having to use the mark to win this he ends up killing her and slashing the body like in the show.

of course because i don’t want to end it to depressing, dean falls into a deep guilt fuelled depression but realises he needs to get rid of the mark asap and with the help of sam and cas who he is slowly starting to actually acknowledge his feelings for ending in them getting together they get rid of the mark. (idk if i want the darkness to happen, if so it’s an open ending. but deffo no weird sexual tension with dean he is happy with his new bf cas). SUDDENLY who pops up? the instigator of this whole thing: Gabriel. He was the one to drag amy over and while he didn’t properly die he was extremely weakened. but when amy died he was able to catch her soul and return her to the heaven in her universe so she can at least be with rory in death. he tells dean that amy forgives him and knew he had to kill her and not to be eaten alive by his guilt over her death and instead get his shit together with cas and sam who like her love him but are actually still around. BUT gabe granted her one last favour, one last goodbye. CUT TO THE LAST SCENE:

“raggedy man, good night”

[ladyandherbooks]

So I rewatched atla for the first time since watching and loving TDP and I have some predictions

1)Claudia will get further pushed to edge w dark magic and maybe even do something terrible before she gets better and joins the Zym protection squad. I think the same could go for viren and he’ll end this arc by dying a hero.

2) Runaan is for sure coming back-he’s introduced as a complicated guy and rigid like Zuko but his change and loosenjng of customs and rigidity will reflect that of xadia as a whole. Bros arms probs coming off tho :(

3) callum has yet to truly fail-the won so easily even with the whole jumping mage wings thing. I think by end of season 5 there will be a hard loss.

1) I definitely agree that Claudia is going to go down a darker path before something happens to pull her back. I'm not sure about what will happen with Viren though and it will be very interesting to see what happens to him as the list of people he has hurt or harmed is very long and some will definitely try to kill him if they have the opportunity to.

2) Runaan is definitely coming back and I'll be very surprised if he doesn't lose his arm. Ethari could definitely make him a cool prosthetic though so he'll be okay. He also has a very interesting and important arc coming up since he has to learn about the changes and new found peace that have come about since his imprisonment, his interactions with Callum and Ezran and his future in a world which may no longer need Moonshadow assassins. I do have some theories about this, one of which I've pinned to the top of my page if you'd like to check it out.

3) I have been wondering if we'd see Callum really struggle and/or fail with a spell or a primal magic. It would be not only very interesting but also very believable to see him fail as he's only been learning and practising magic for 2 years and so making mistakes and failing is believable and to be expected, especially when it comes to a character who tends to jump into new magic without practising or any formal training in order to understand the spell e.g. his first attempt at fulminus and the Moon Henge contact the dead ritual.

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ooo more lore !! i don't usually use the wiki, i just look through items myself & i don't have those so i wasn't aware :0 wait watch me go on a wiki dive all night now adkhskdhfk. i do have a bit of a theory tho!

2.1 archon quest spoilers //

ok i'm probably gonna look like a clown when i'm proven wrong, but part of me kinda doubts signora's actually dead?? like, she seemed like a pretty major character, and it was so sudden. i know keeping her alive would undercut ei's power, but to be fair she hasn't had the gnosis for awhile, so the musou no hitotachi might not be as strong as it was when she slew orobashi, for example.

at the end, signora didn't use her vision(?) or delusion, opting to reach for ei's gnosis (that's what it looked like to me idk). which makes me think - if she wasn't using her pyro, why did she disintegrate to embers & ash instead of something more indicative of the lightning that killed her? i suppose it could just be a visual reference to how her body is made of liquid flame, but mayyyybe she did activate her pyro abilities at the last second to escape, and that's why her 'death' looked the way it did.

during the battle she seemed to be able to move pretty quickly in a pyro form of sorts, so what if she kinda.. dissolved into embers and disappeared of her own will? maybe she timed it right, or maybe she was hit by the musou no hitotachi - she is based on moths i think which have a sort of cycle of rebirth, and she did enter an ice chrysalis(?) mid-fight. so what if she's recuperating elsewhere in stasis like that, only to be 'reborn' later on in the game? many thoughts rn,,

idk, i'm sure i'm missing some points here, and i'm not rly convinced one way or another myself - i just think it would be cool if we saw more of her somehow hehe. as much as i love the whole 'mc befriends former bad guys they defeat' trope, it was refreshing to see a villain like her imo!

and yess, i've loved watching traveler grow more impatient & testy as the story progresses. altho the scene after signora's fight was.. a bit anticlimactic with my seelie dancing behind me lmao?? everything was dark & glitchy, traveler's silent, paimon's recounting the gruesome tale, and there's mr. bubblegum- "ubwbelbebrbeweb <3" doing flips in the background kdhfkhfsdkf - 🐺

GENSHIN SPOILERS

I mean, it's a possibility ! After all, genshin is supposed to go on for 7+ (10?) years, so any sorts of twists and turns are definitely probably down the line. There were also some leaks a few months ago that,,, kind of ? support this theory, if you squint.

But! Regarding what you said about her reaching for the gnosis, I'm afraid that's not quite possible, since it later gets revealed that it was with Yae, and then later traded to Scaramouche.

But yes!! I deffo do think it's plausible (maybe even possible, if more evidence surfaces over time and with more lore reveals) that she could have dodged a hit. It would be interesting to have that kind of twist to the story, but I do kind of agree that it,,, does put a damper on the Shogun's strong image ? Idk and I feel like some people might consider it a 'cheap' twist, espescially considering the heaviness that befell the traveller (maybe guilt ?? idk, that's how i personally interpret it) during that sort of slow, dark walk out of Tenshukaku. Not to mention how I think that seeing Signora die directly or indirectly because of the traveller's actions is something that I'm interested to see in the future, regarding on how this knowledge might change the travellers attitude towards others, if it'll push them to be more ruthless, or if it would make them a bit more hesitant to fight after they've seen a strong foe like Signora die because of losing the duel to them.

And in a way,,, i don't know, and this is kind of opinionated, but I feel like killing Signora then reviving her would,,, be somewhat unsatisfying ? Because,,, it kinda feels like Genshin is going down a slightly different path now. It's grown a bit heavier and darker with the occurrence of its first on-screen death (and major off-screen death w/ Teppei) and i feel like turning around in the future and saying 'oh! actually this character isn't dead' feels too much like a 'take-back' or like they're backing out of that darker theme, which feels a bit unsatisfactory given that he archon quest has begun to push that sort of narrative, and it's an interesting route to go, considering we've seen the heaviness that meeting their sibling that has (presumably) pushed the sibling into being more direct in wanting to complete their mission (in how, at first, they just wanted to see the shogun, and not get wrapped up in the whole resistance thing) and how angry they got when Teppei died. Personally, 'taking back' something as big as the first character who the traveller is indirectly/directly responsible for killing feels,,, very much like they're just pandering to younger audiences, and i feel like it would be a cheap twist or a disservice to the heaviness that befell the traveller after the fight itself.

but idk thats just my opinion lmao,, wanting her to revive is valid too!! And i deffo agree that is was sooo refreshing to see a villain that was,,, wel, a villain. One without any highlighted redeeming qualities. One that's just bad. It was nice hahha

ALSO PLS THE SEELIE ASKJDN I love the name you've given him HAHAHA <33 also !! hope u enjoyed the lore dive, if you've done it. I mostly stick to the wiki instead of the game, since like you can open links in the paragraph instead of having to rifle through all the stuff in the game HAHHA

[seoafin]

tbh,, i havent read the raws of the interview yet, only the translated ver from fan-translator and b4 i start, i think that this will be just me talking in circle and in no particular order AND a real mess (my brain does weird things after exams) but uhh here we go

gojou collects talented people, and by doing so he finds the people he can most probably relate to, except that he can't, not really, because something in the universe shifted when he was born. and it makes me think of how he's always known it, that he is special, and he's proven it, time and time again— he wants to take in talented ppl and he does, but there rly isn't much he can do for them. for they are talented, more talented than the world can understand,,

but they aren't gojou satoru

gojou took in megumi, bc he knew megumi was strong, and would grow up to be someone even stronger, but gojou can't facilitate or encourage his growth, bc for all they're similar, they are so fundamentally different. ALSO,, while geto was in his life, gojou rly judged everything according to his understanding of geto’s moral compass. gojou wears a human suit and geto is how he learnt to wear it well 🏃

the dragonfly analogy regarding to geto’s response to gojo, who was shown wearing a dragonfly patterned yukata in HI arc,, i’m trying to not think abt the fact that dragonfly symbolized victory in jpn....pain. i quoted from a web here for more explanation : In Japan the dragonfly is known as the "victory insect", or kachimushi, because of its hunting prowess and also because it is known to never retreat. Dragonflies are agile and fast fliers and can even hover, but never fly backwards

and bringing this up again, matricide and patricide are 2 of the 5 worst act to commit in buddhism, and it was said that if u commit one of those act u’re going to spend a real long time in the deepest pit of hell before continuing the samsaric cycle (higher chances to be born as an animal after that probs)— this might be geto’s divine retribution. held no power over his own body and could be considered that he’s the same as those “monkeys” 💀

ALSO the fact that sukuna's interest is "eating" rly drives home his hedonistic philosophy of seeking pleasure for himself. and he’s a cannibal...makes me think if he’ll just chomp on ppl with the mouth on his stomach

randomly, to date i think he hasn't really called himself a human, shaman, or a curse, and has held himself apart from all 3, and we've also the intro of the cursed wombs so i wonder if he’s trying to become, or is, a different entity altogether

so onmyoji got mentioned in the interview and what they practice is called onmyodo and abe no seimei and kano no yasunori were the notable practitioners,, and the kamo in jjk is the same as irl who served the imperial court back then

maybe i was right when i said that the relation between the govt. and jujutsu elders are similar to how the shogunate and imperial court work (ie, the former holds the actual power) but... lets see later,,

and i cant believe that i actually nailed it on the analogy of jujutsu practices by religion,,, so mahayana buddhism, shintoism, and taoism is present in jjk along with their respective jujutsu practices...but between the 3, it shld (?) be taoism > shintoism > mahayana buddhism (which could took a path to pure land buddhism)

it’s weird that the number of curses are supposedly higher in jpn comparable to other countries when taoism was brought from china....tengen sus

so the zenin family tree is sth like :

brothers: [toji's dad] ; naobito ; ougi

so toji, naoya, and maki & mai are cousins of the same generation

[toji's dad] → jinichi (probs) ; toji → megumi

naobito → other brothers, naoya

ougi → maki, mai

but yea i’d call anyone who’s within/close or below my age range as cousins and others above 30 as uncles/ aunts LMFAO,, i dont rly memorize my own family tree 😭😭 especially since most call the other by honorifics instead of names : aunt, uncles etc or attaching said honorifics at the end of a name for an older sibling figure/ older cousins [but like ppl in my country also call the other who are older with sibling honorific even if we’re strangers,,, rly similar to korea’s hyung/oppa—eonnie(unnie)/noona but some uses more genderless honorific] (1)

tw // topic of incest, mentions of abuse

if anyone got the wrong idea when reading this : i am not glorifying/ romanticising incest(uous themes),, i’m looking at this with absolutely no lenses of bias even tho im rly against it

初恋 = literally : first love, or puppy love

恋 = romantic love/ deep longing

i literally don't know how else to put this...🧍and with language barrier...using a western interpretation of the eng word "love" to explain a jpnese term is not quite that simple, unfortunately

that thread omg,, i rly do understand how exactly someone could associated kindness with love bc of my upbringing, it was when i was slightly older that i was just...oh so its not like that orz,,, so the most plausible explanation would be that

but the problem is that,, akutami never specify when exactly she had a crush on them,, and when megumi answered todo’s question she had a “♡” reaction 😶,, uhmmm there’s rly no way to look past this if its this way or be in denial

i’ve seen some of "why wouldn't mai react that way after hearing megumi say he'd like someone who's compassionate when she's surrounded by men like naoya",, well I MEAN,,, that, but also mai probs admires that megumi grew up so well out of the clan, regardless of the fact that he had the foundation (10 shadows) to do so. imo she seems happy for him the way she can't be for maki, bc maki ultimately had to leave her behind

hate to say it but yea,, the 3 clans most likely still practice inbreeding in order to preserve their power and presumably their wealth too 😀

i had an idle thought abt it at first but i filed it deep in the back of my mind asap,, bc i ont wanna jump to conclusion abt this out of all things too early. it’s probably not even in jjk, but all those elite clans in other ani/mangas that produce powerful heirs and whatnot also do the same,,, but this way of (my personal) thinking was influenced when i first got into tsukihime (type-moon),,, i read abt the nanaya family background and found out that they practice that in order to keep their bloodline “pure” (to keep it short : they have an optical power),, and i had this kind of assumption ever since so there’s that

i’m,, convinced the zenins' inbreeding made it more difficult for them to get powerful shamans bc they got 2 jujutsu technique-less children with heavenly restrictions in the same generation: toji & maki

even more convinced that maki might be a bit stronger than toji bc toji could see curses without aid while maki can't so the pay-off must be higher,,, SJJASN IDK ,,, plus naoya sort of implies his older brothers are nothing compared to him, and idk if we should take that as his arrogance or that his older brothers rly are weak/powerless. it would make sense as to why naobito had a lot of sons, ig, as head of clan

i feel so bad that if one of the factors that can caused heavenly restriction is inbreeding,, toji and maki and mai had no say in how they wanted to be born but are scorned for it,, typical asian families projecting their traumas and ideals onto their kids but get mad when they realize that those ideals are ugly...😁😁😁

since the zenin are conservative,, i wonder if they still hold onto old jpnese dining traditions. where in ancient jpn, hierarchical relationships were made readily apparent even within families. a dining table where everybody sat down and ate as equals would be unheard of. rather, each individual is given their own table that indicates their status,,, someone who is not considered “strong” according to the zenin’s views most likely have no place at the table, and probs eat when those who are “strong” finished/ serve them when they are eating

if toji was tossed into a swarm of curses,, i dont think abuse during said time is below them,,,

the zenin clan was already great, but they further amassed power and strength by, what i assume to be, marrying and adopting powerful individuals into the clan 🤔 ,,, i imagine they're like the hiiragi but without doing what they did to shinya (ons reference)

BUT after all that, i like to think that since akutami’s a big horror fan, jjk might be an outlet to explore said topics or even darker ones, so i wouldnt be that surpised abt it. given that there’s more than enough “red flags” before this was dropped : a reference to “tale of hikaru genji” when a grown woman asked for gojou’s number in HI arc (out of all things); granny who transformed into the man’s daughter, sat on his lap and man just touched her waist; mei mei and ui ui ; and...this (incestous theme is in the novel btw)

lets not start with whatever the fuck in kubo’s head in the interview otherwise i’m writing paragraphs with every curse words possible,, those big 3 mangakas are so— UGH,, a planet w out (cis) men like him sounds real good rn 😌 if one of yall out there decide to do it,, pls hmu rly cant do this shit anymore

akutami said i like my men pretty and i like women who will step on my neck and spit in my face (I REMEMBERED TATSUKI FUJIMOTO’S INTERVIEW WHEN HE WAS ASKED ABT MAKIMA AND IT WAS SO 😭😭😭😭) but ykw,, love that for both of them <3

when i said 3 : one piece, bleach, naruto. aside from the blatant depiction/ characterize of women in those 3,, idk if some ppl arent aware yet but oda is friends with two (2) convicted pedos,, man...the major disappointment and disgust when i first find out abt it

anyways this is just my 2 cents (which i think rightfully belong to the trash can) so pls just take this w a lil to no grain of salt - 🐱

YEAH THE ♡ LMFAO I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A “good answer ♡“ heart BUT NOW IM RE-EXAMINING?????

honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if the three clans practiced inbreeding. but ik people are going to be  😡😡😡😡😡 about it when the queen of fucking england is literally married to her (something) cousin. i’m not justifying it but like....love the double standards, just as always with the west 😍

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT FUCKING PED* LIST THEY SHOULD ALL BE IN JAIL. JAILLLLL. it’s all so gross. that’s why i fucking hate when people look towards manga for positive representation because the chances of that are super slim to zero, especially since the industry is saturated with misogyny and ped******* and a lot of other gross stuff.

i think ppl forget jjk is a horror manga LOL so obviously it’s going to confront darker themes. the question is whether it’s going to be done tastefully or not......

[grahamcarmen]

Hi, so I just finished the new season today! I have so many thoughts, the last few episodes felt kind of rushed? I wished they had gone about the whole situation between Gray and Carm at the end differently. More so on seeing them reunited. My biggest question, is why was he so quick on going back to VILE? He knew what they were capable of yes, was it to feed his criminal impulses? Why did ever want to steal in the first place? What led him to that conclusion and how did he learn of VILE? I was keen on seeing more of his backstory, and still need time to let the story simmer so I can analyze it more. It's just confusing. I guess it's just because the show ended that I feel so bittersweet y'know. What do you think Carmen would've done after they all disbanded? How could she leave them so quickly after she just got back to Team Carmen in the end? Besides wanting to see her mother. I was hoping they'd at least stay together.

i think that more than a few people feel that ( the knee jerk incredulity at her just leaving them a note and yeeting was real)

like disclaimer again: i do love carmen and this season this is just expanding on some little ??’s

on gray and “thinking gray.”: I was also feeling the lackluster on the payoff motivation wise for gray returning to VILE ( which was definitely needed as he was the secret weapon needed to finally get evil carmen back and at least partially inevitable due to ownership of the choices yadadadada )but like when he finally got his memories back he just repeated some things that i never really doubted. that gray did this of his own free will, he probably is of a lower empathy in general (which does not mean incapable of caring and doing the right thing. just that..~~~), that he regretted hurting carmen. in s1 he says his primary motivation as making more money and i was like”mmhmm fits.” being a thief and all and why not since they hadn’t introduced the big “needs to be able to tie up loose ends.” as a operative qualifier to anyone, including some of the recruits there. the only newer thing was his video that he seeked them out. which is interesting and all but sets him up as a go-getter so its so confusing that he’d choose to return to VILE ...a place where he was hurt and is so freaking selfish with what capers they choose to pursue. i kinda went on a tangent on another post that there is a theme of using a false sense of bonding to give them a little more loyalty which is like really heavy considering that means offering a “home” to what looks like operatives who might all be orphans but i don’t think it was highlighted enough to say “HEY YO” even tho GRAY LOOKS SO TIRED TO LEARN ABOUT HIS PAST WITH VILE

its really interesting because of the 3 people who had access to him/nature we got; carmen who only encouraged his desire to help (for the kiddos, for her safety, for assuring her that they were in...whatever... together, and make sure that they weren’t being secret spy jerks) ACME who got like...0 usefulness (riperonis ma guys), and VILE with maelstrom just hammering home all his shadier deeds with  “YEAH THIS IS YOU.”  AND HIM JUST ACCEPTING IT AFTER SITTING FOR A LONG AF TIME ALONE.

and when this was happening I was thinking about this analysis from another fandom about characters who resign to the law of the strong which could have been a reason for why gray doesn’t seem to hold the consequences for his failure against VILE even though he really should. (if they bothered but listen-)

its something that happens when characters choose to live in worlds they know are unfair, know that they choose to lie and steal and cheat, and thus should not be surprised or hurt when it happens to them in return. which of course lead to them not knowing where to draw the line on what happens to them...and i mean this in like some narratives usually go (hahaha no thats messed up please gtfo being treated like that is not ok and in allowing others to define your limits you are whittling yourself away). and they decide to live in resignation that. i am capable of bad... so i AM bad. (I am that guy. i’ve always been that guy) and makes them absolutely ripe for the (but you’ve been good . you can choose to be better.  it won’t erase the wrongs of the past but it will make for a better future)

but that still leaves exploration of “WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO LIVE BY THE LAW OF THE STRONG??” and you know...not having anyone to rely on, poverty, or what was simple rebelliousness turning to darker and darker paths, are some easy reasons to put a spotlight on maybe our operatives having depth and like..arcs. especially any of those reasons combined. ESPECIALLY SINCE THEY’RE WHAT VILE CONSISTENTLY IS SHOWN OFFERING. (shadowsan really is their s-tier character huh)

which i really thought this show would go for when a shivering brunt who is loyal and protective asked if she was really going to be left behind or remember how unsympathetic most of them seemed to see carmen chloroformed because “she did interrupt our heist.” meaning that they understand this world. probably have understood it for longer than anyone should. (antonio being content as a “pawn” is the tenant in my head today) and why shouldn’t more money be important. or honestly how simple it was to accept that someone would just need more money.

with gray they introduced that he could be good and he could be bad but like leaned into “no all that niceness was fake and he’s bad.” due to the hyper specificity of the mind wipe apparently? which also leans into really flat interpretation of evil!carmen (i just mean that there is a lot there ...) meaning theres no really exploration of him and more of a judgment (even though he’s shown to be kind, snarky, and upfront, as himself without a mind wipe.) and then we wait...

the pacing of the last 2 episodes: adrenaline bebe!!! but also there were so many concepts being introduced and resolved and skimmed past so that it is a little confusing at some conclusions. like the scene you’re talking about where carmen just leaves a note and ghosts is like 30 seconds and thats a lot to unpack because ?? i’m really thinking that it might have been insinuating that carmen left them the pen specifically to give them a new home to wait for her because she was going on that little break like she planned (and they knew was the endgoal) because it was behind her note and presumably placed by her but because i was focusing on the letter goodbye like ??? i thought for some reason that it was zack saying he would now like to try ACME because HE thought of it and i was like ??when did you consider this?? and 3rd watch i was finally “ahhh ok ok i think i get it.”

another bitten off scene i think might have been when gray in his first mission is already exhibiting signs of going...”huh this is not good.”

from stopping carmen from unprofessionalism to seeing that new carmen is willing to up and leave the group for mental gymnastics instead of relying on them 100% to going to the ferris wheel where he DEFINITELY SAW HER TRYING TO KILL A CIVILIAN since it showed his reaction after ivy’s. and then it turn to team red because how they feel about it definately matters more than gray but its also so easy to miss that choosing to have gray witness that as the start of what makes him turn himself in (maybe this is just a possible interpretation and its midnight ok)

evil carmen! lost her empathy. ok. so then like thats a static judgment about how they’re gonna make her do bad stuff and she still absolutely cares about her history and VILE still needed to enforce bonding and giving her memories that they comforted her and gave her her coat so thats why she cares about it and her anger at betrayal and sense of loss that she still throws right in shadowsans face when “evil”

carmen thought she crossed a personal line?? like jeeeeeez that’s 6 months of crossing lines and the most recent and horrifying one happened like not even a minute ago and then 5 seconds later we get chief and her reconciling because yes it needed to happen so we’re not gonna address how traumatizing it was or

VILE JUST WENT ALL THE WAY DOWN HUH??

and all these things are important and have the groundwork for happening but man they just happen one after the other and its like

before moving on to the next thing and like let me breathe omg

and yeah that means that so many people were left confused because the show about family (carmen’s family that SHE built ) seemed to disband for carmen to go to see her mother at last alone, shadowsan to go to his brother and a heartbroken pair of red heads to join ACME

and we get a time gap before reuniting but only a few seconds to decide if reuniting was the plan all along(the pressure point)

and there is a lot of actual IN TIME that is broad strokes that many people have already picked whats going to haunt them that wasn’t explored more...

TLDR; i get it on both counts (gray and rushed)! glad there was some sweet in your bittersweet and since canon definitely had team red in the same place they absolutely reunited and moved back into the shop and carmen talked to them about how great her mom is and planned a dinner

[peterbae]

Into it — Starker

W: age difference, incest kink — Peter and Tony aren’t actually related, but they like to pretend they do, exhibitionism kink

Author’s note: Okay, so I saw this @starkerxstarker ‘s  prompt and decided to write something just for myself. I decided to publish it tho, so I hope you’ll enjoy it!

(English isn’t my first language so forgive me for any mistakes) ...

Well, the blame wasn’t his to begin with, no matter what Tony says now.

It started pretty normal with Tony’s “Yes, show Daddy how much you love his cock.”, when Peter was going down on him, and then it turned into something more.

After discovering that they both shared this one specific kink, they made the very best of it. It turned them on more than anything else before — age difference, the obvious power play and an adrenaline rush they got from thinking they could get caught. And get caught they did…

The only peaceful morning Avengers could have (since Thor was absent due to him visiting Lady Jane), as Clint referred to it every time he told this story, the heroes were eating their breakfast. Pop tarts weren’t flying in the air so they deemed it a success. Steve made some French toasts and their happy chatter could be heard from the elevator. Unfortunately, if someone was engaged in other business, the presence of Captain America, Black Widow, Hulk, Hawkeye and the Falcon could be missed. Especially when a ride from ones bedroom to communal kitchen took so long and you were graced with company of your younger, persuasive boyfriend.

The two appeared in the hall, abandoning elevator’s wall for the hall’s one. It was just Parker’s luck, as Tony later explained, that their current location gave the group perfect view of what was happening. Mind you, they were about to stop them, but before they could, Tony’s mouth found its way to younger man’s neck and as he threw his head back, he moaned: “Oh, Daddy”.

The silence that followed was broken by gagging sounds made both by Clint and Sam. Natasha just raised her perfect eyebrow and Steve… Well, he blushed and asked them to take a seat.

What the Avengers did not know was that he liked it. One look at Tony made Peter’s knees weak and he could hardly focus on his breakfast. But he survived awkward boner and later on had very successful time in older man’s lab. Genius noticed — of course he did. He always did. And if Peter cum on the spot after hearing Stark’s dirty talk and mentions of glass walls that exposed them to anyone who would dare to visit Tony’s dungeon, as they liked to call it, nobody needed to know.

But then it turned into something else. After accepting the whole daddy kink thing they had going on, they went on a little trip. Somehow they ended up in some small town in Virginia. It wasn’t as bad as Tony made it to be and Peter really liked town’s aesthetic. It was also very funny to see his daddy stumble when the fifth person he tried to charm didn’t recognise him. Peter hid his mouth in his fist and tried to stay calm, when the oblivious waitress took their order.

“And anything else for your son?” She asked, and Peter immediately froze. He looked up only to see genius’s unreadable expression. “No, that will be all, thank you.” He told young woman.

When he caught genius’s eye, he didn’t know if he was upset. Tony gave the waitress his press smile and then focused on his own food. Spider-man couldn’t quite figure him out so he did the same.

You see, the thing is, Peter didn’t know if his boyfriend was upset, but he did know that waitress’s words excited him. Only couple of minutes later he caught Tony’s gaze on his red cheeks, which made him blush even more.

Peter coughed, trying to act like he was fine, but the dark eyes that were currently on his mouth didn’t make it easier. “Eat your pancakes, Pete. Dad’s got a thing he has to take care of later.” He murmured and Peter knew he was in for a hell of a ride.

The pension they were staying in wasn’t too far, so about half an hour later, they found themselves in their room. Peter’s back was on the wall, his hands held above his hand in a tight grip.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Tony asked, getting younger man to shiver under his gaze. “The thought of them seeing us as father and son.” Older man continued. “You like being seen as this pure, innocent boy, huh, Pete?” He asked and all Peter could do in response was nod. He whined, high pitched voice going straight to genius’s cock. “Now, now, Pete, use your words.” The older man hummed, scratching the back of spider-man’s neck. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” He teased.

Peter blinked, his eyes slowly focusing on a figure in front of him. His eyes a little bit darker than usual, his mind practically blank because of their little making out session. It took him a minute, but Anthony was nothing if not a patient man (he really wasn’t, but for his dearest, he could wait). He waited this long and Peter knew he could wait longer. He wasn’t going to give in, no matter how desperate his boyfriend was.

“Ah, I—I do.” Younger moaned eventually. “You… Your age..” He groaned but somehow he knew that Tony knew what he meant. He wasn’t wrong, because brunette soon took a pity on him and his fingers found its way to Peter’s hole.

The thing is, it didn’t end with that. They continued, at first a little hesitant (Peter) and amused (Tony), not leaving their bedroom as they often did before discovering this new kink. It’s been almost three weeks after their little trip to Virginia, when Peter, face flushed with embarrassment, threw something at Tony. It was an ad, apparently targeted at fathers and their teenage sons. Older male only sent him a quick glance, raised one eyebrow, but didn’t say a word. The next thing he knew, KAREN informed him about the new appointment on his calendar and boy, was he excited.

The festival or whatever the thing was, wasn’t what Peter suspected it would be. He thought about something more or less related to countryside carnivals. At least, that’s what the flier said. As it turned out, it was more of a private celebration for the richest. Of course, man like Tony Stark was greeted with open arms, and as Peter later realised, that’s precisely why he agreed to come in the first place. They were safe from a public eye here. He knew he should’ve felt relief, but the well hidden disappointment was still there. That’s when it became clear to him — he wanted the world to see, to know that Tony Stark was his and to think about the filthy things they could be caught on doing only turned him even more on.

He survived — somehow — politely answering all the questions, smiling at businessmen, eating his ice cream and following Tony’s path all day. He even called him dad once or twice, only to see Iron Man’s facade falter. The man was too stoic for his liking, his press smile on, his eyes hidden under the expensive glasses. It’s safe to say that these couple of times were the only things that Peter actually enjoyed.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t really as fun as he imagined it would be. Whole event reminded im about the galas they attended regularly, all pretty clothes and boring speeches. It just wasn’t what Peter was looking for.

That’s why the next day, when he found himself pushed to the glass wall of Tony’s office, he didn’t hide his face. Older man asked him if being caught turned him on and he decided it was now or never. He threw his head back, laying it on older’s arm and looked at him with hooded eyes. “So much.” He whispered, only to moan shamelessly when man’s hand massaged him through his pants. Peter wanted more and he hoped that the heavy gaze of his lover meant he understood his tricky signs. If not, he could start considering openly talking about this thing, but god, he didn’t want to. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call shy, but the bedroom stuff still wasn’t something he enjoyed to talk about. After all, he always liked the hands on experience better.

The fact that he was dating genius came in handy. Tony always noticed everything about his surroundings. He was able to tell what was wrong with any household object after short inspection and more often than not was also able to tell what Peter tried to tell him indirectly. That was the case this time too.

Sunday evening they found themselves in some expensive restaurant that older man swore Pepper recommended. They sat in the darkest corner of the place and after couple minutes they decided what they wanted.

Tony greeted waiter with an easy smile, noticing his awestruck gaze. At this moment Peter knew that they were leaving huge tip. Genius always did, but especially when someone so obviously excited to see him, still acted professional and did their best to make them feel comfortable — ordinary, as he heard brunette once say with that longing look.

“The same for my son.” Tony said, not even bothering to hide his wide grin.

Peter decided that two could play a game and soon, he added: “Dad, I’m 19, I can order for myself.” He scolded the man, sending the waiter small smile.

Poor worker, unaware of their little game, just nodded along and left. The next thing he knew, Tony stood up, relocating himself so he sat beside Peter.

“So you’re all grown up now, huh?” Billionaire asked, tracing younger’s spine with his left hand. “We both know you’re just as helpless as the baby, Pete…” He whispered, his breath tasing the skin of teenager’s neck.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, when older found his way to front of his pants. He unbuttoned them regardless of younger’s almost silent protests. The rest of the guests couldn’t possibly see what was going on, but he could bet on the fact that his face was a give away anyway. He was hard, so he couldn’t exactly lie to the man next to him. Beside, it wasn’t like he was enjoying it.

The humiliation became even more apparent when the confused waiter came back. The two were still hidden, but figuring out what they were doing wasn’t really a rocket science. It was a miracle that they weren’t being thrown out on the spot. Peter suspected it had something to do with the fact that they were Avengers and the man currently stroking his dick could probably buy and destroy the whole restaurant without losing any serious money.

“Ah, Peter, darling, let daddy help you with that.” Tony teased and teen could only feel sorry for the, now absolutely red, waiter. He noted to tell his boyfriend to be exceptionally generous with tips today. After all, this, whatever it was, probably wasn’t in the poor guy’s job description. And they did let him think that they were related at first. Peter just hoped they didn’t scare him for the rest of his life with their little incest thing.

“Tony, we’re gonna get caught.” He choked, placing his hand on the genius’s forearm. He didn’t push or tried to maneuver older’s hand out of his well fitted jeans. He just unconsciously held it — probably to gain some balance. Not that he was in any shape to think about that now, when Tony started moving his hand. “Would that really be so bad, though?” Superhero asked, caressing younger’s thigh with his free hand. “Wouldn’t you like them all to know that you belong to me?” He whispered, almost completely covering him from curious eyes. After being teased and held so closely he could very well smell what was undoubtedly Tony’s expensive cologne and the scent that was entirely just him, all Peter could do was whine. He gave in, just like that, allowing himself to finally enjoy this fantasy of his.

Soon, they found themselves sitting in a sports car, Peter with sticky briefs and Tony with a smug smile. If the hard on in genius’s suit pants was anything to go by, this was another thing the superheroes were not going to give up quickly. And if they scandalised more waiters, they always made sure to make it up to them with generous tips.

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

—First part <click here

Really helps if you read Meeting part 6

Do I..?

Pairings: (Main) Jason Voorheese x MJ, MJ x Malon, small mention of MJ x Oc

Warnings: dark, dark thoughts, protective husband, Stockholm syndrome mention, “comfort”

*=pov change

-=time skip

Changed it a little from what I told you @randomly-a-fan 👀 so sadly it’s kind of short

Sososososososooooo sorry for taking so long D’:

They said that hell’s not hot- Marilyn Manson, I fricking love the lyrics

Don’t hesitate to tell me if I did any mistakes, which I probably did like always :)!

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The birds were singing as the first ray of light entered the bedroom, MJ’s bedroom. She didn’t catch one bit of sleep, the person beside her being the thing that kept her awake. Her mind was racing with the thoughts of the night she was taken and all the things that happened for her to arrive there...

And she knew she had to do something, she couldn’t stay. Eric had totally opened her eyes, and even if she had the impression she loved Jason, it was him who killed her supposed friends and almost killed Eric, and could have killed her. She needed to get away, the only things controlling her being her fear, confusion and anger. Silently and as fast as she could, she got out of bed, stopping as the mattress creaked. Pale eyes fell onto the massive figure in bed, and when she didn’t see him moving she continued and dressed herself. There was still some time before her captor woke up and went to patrol, so she had to be quick. With a quick movement of putting some things in a small bag, she went into her daughter’s bedroom a frown on her face as tears burned at the corner of her eyes. She didn’t want to let her there, but it would be better that way for now. After a quick kiss to her forehead and a hushed “I love you” to her sleeping form, she went to the kitchen and stopped, thinking.

There’s a part of her that just wants to get out, but she wasn’t as cruel as that, and her brains still told her she loves Jason... and she literally loves Malon........

Her shaking hand reached towards the notepad they keep for when Jason wants to talk and she took the pen beside it, trying to think of what she could write.

“Dear...

Jason and Malon, I’m sorry I left

Whoever sees this, this is goodbye.

I can’t stay there, remembering how I got there . To Jason and Malon, I’m sorry I left you two, I don’t really know what I’m doing right now or if I’m going to come back, which I probably maybe won’t, but I love you two. Jason, you killed the people i came with and almost killed my friend, which makes me reconsider some things... and you’ve kidnapped me. Somebody told me I may have Stockholm syndrome, so I took their advice they gave me with that. I love you two so much ...Goodbye, lot of love,

MJ.”

It was simple and there was some scratches out words, but she didn’t mind as she tried to make the tear that fell on the sheet go away, only for it to evidently disappear in the thin sheet.

She didn’t want to go, but it seemed the only option at the moment. So she walked through the door with the salty beads of water falling down her cheeks, not looking back as the door closed, not realizing that the lined sheet fell on the ground from the wind the door caused.

—

It was after some time of walking and not knowing where she’s going that she realized how stupid her idea was. She didn’t have any of Eric’s information and she was almost sure she was lost. Even if she knew some survival skills, she couldn’t think about anything, panic submerging her brains as a fog surfed the forest’s ground, making her watch her steps. She... she didn’t know if she walked this way into the forest, not even once. It was like a different world at night, the trees shadowing her and her path from the pale moon’s lights. Everything seemed scarier and darker, almost as if there were other monsters. Evidently it was because of the lights, she wasn’t stupid, but there was and eerie feeling in the air and her anxiety and paranoia were racing through her body. As the winds seemed to be whispering her name, a random memory came back to her..

*{flashback to Meeting part6}*

As she stirred quietly, having no idea what woke her up, her pale eyes met dark ones, the ones of the monster who captured her person she was starting to slowly love as he hovered over her, his chest falling and going up rapidly as he was trying to catch his breath. But it’s not like she really paid attention to that anyway. He seemed to have been waiting for some time, and his machete was scratched, but there wasn’t any blood, except a little bit on his collar, which made MJ frown. How come he didn’t have any blood anywhere else and just there? It didn’t look like a splash either, but she wouldn’t ask as she smiled sweetly. If only she’d heard the inhuman scream, maybe she wouldn’t be in this situation right now...

**

It only lasted a blink as a frown came onto her face, her bag falling to the ground as she remembered the sweet gift Jason gave her, the first real act of love he did, and the thing that made her fall even more into him. She still had the cute heart shaped piece of bark on the wall of her bedroom, their bedroom, at the house, having put it there since they found Malon. As if the nature felt her change in emotions, the sky darkened even more, trees seeming to be reaching for her with their arms as sharp as razor blades. The sky clouded over and rain poured down onto MJ, who’s only in a thin jacket and cheap and used shoes, which absorbed the rain as soon as it fell. “I’m.. I’m so stupid” she mumbled to herself as her body started to shake. A pitiful chuckle escaped her when she thought about how Jason and Malon would be mad at her for calling herself stupid.

Drenched and feeling absolutely stupid, MJ caught sign of what looked like a small cave and her eyes glazed over with tears, one escaping and falling down her cheek. She ran for cover and prayed that there isn’t any bear or animals in the cave, not wanting to die today. After making sure there isn’t anything, she got her things out and made herself a place, putting her bag with some clothes in it up on the small fluffy but old and used blanket to make herself a pillow. The earthen ground wasn’t as wet as she thought it would be, so that was something nice. She placed herself for the night, looking at the darkened picture of her daughter and Jason, her heart breaking. A part of her wanted to go back, but she decided she would evidently sleep on it, or maybe take some more days before coming home, or just never going back... With those thoughts, she sobbed herself to sleep, suddenly having a big change of mood and dark thoughts coming the her...

A mist seemed to be floating around the sleeping woman, the smoke being even darker than the darkness of the cave itself. What seemed to be two yellow eyes flashed for some seconds before what seemed to be a grin appeared faintly, and then darkness took place once again.....

-

*

For all day, Jason had panicked and searched for his wife, even as the sun had gone down. He didn’t even sleep, only coming inside to make sure Malon’s okay. But while doing that, his heart broke even more as he almost saw his wife’s face on her. She may be adopted, but he could see a part of MJ in her, which made the small redhead look more mature than ever.

It was when he almost gave up that he was enlightened with something. If she didn’t go by herself, then she was told/given the idea to go.... and there was only one person that Jason still don’t trust. Eric.

He didn’t remember anything about him, but he had this little feeling that he had seen him somewhere, a long time ago.. but where? Right now wasn’t the time tho, so he followed his instincts and walked back into the forest after he reassured his daughter, telling hell get her mom back. As if the world had heard him, as soon as he put a foot outside, he caught sight of the man he was looking for coming his way, stopping when he saw the undead giant outside. Eric was looking so small right now, a panicked looked on his face, (even if he’s literally not small with his 6’0” feet and large build). While her dad was outside, Malon stepped on a piece of paper as she was going back to her room and bent to pick it up, a frown on her face as she tried to read the dirtied paper. When she finally read it, she looked up to the window and saw Eric with her dad, the latter seeming to be mad as hell as he tried to slash at Eric, the male not knowing why but having a little idea it was about MJ. She immediately ran as fast as she could, calling to her did which looked back at her, anger clearly radiating off him. “Look, daddy... it’s from mom..” Jason almost snatched it out of her hands as he read it. The more he read, the more his shoulders slacked and his head bent. He.. he remembers a little how he took his wife against her wills, and he felt pretty bad about it the more he thought of it.

“ lot of love,

MJ” After reading that part, only one thought came to his head.

... she still loves him??

And that’s what got him going, almost running through the trees as he left the scared(and scarred) man with his daughter, his mission to find and bring back his wife. There was a lot of chances that she was out of the forest, but he wouldn’t rest until he saw her.

-

*

MJ was preparing herself to go back to the house, missing terribly her family. That’s what Jason and Malon are. She had all morning to think about it, the dark thoughts she had last night at the back of her head and her husband and daughter at the front. As soon as she got out of the cave, her bag on her shoulder, it was almost as if she was under water and had just gotten out to breath, which made her stop in her tracks with her eyes wide open. The brunette hadn’t thought about it, but she felt a little better in the sun... weird. There was still a lingering feeling of darkness tho, and she was feeling as if someone was looking at her. But there was nobody, so she only walked in the direction of the house, her eyes sparkling with tears. She couldn’t leave everything behind, even if it hurts looking at the past.

As soon as her pale eyes finally caught sight of the swing beside the cabin, MJ was almost tackled to the ground as a big figure crashed into her, their arms wrapping tightly around her. Her body was frozen in the warm embrace, her shoulders tensed and her eyes wide. When she looked up, the transparent pearls fell down her cheeks, her hands coming into contact with her husband’s unmasked face as he had gotten his mask up. With rushed and sad apologies leaving her lips, she kissed his unique face everywhere before her trembling lips met his and her brows arched. Jason even shed some tears, his embrace tightening before he shushed her apologies and carried her back to the house where Malon was sitting on the steps, rushing to her parents as soon as she saw her tired mother into her father’s arms. The dark feeling and thoughts MJ had were totally gone as the only things that are in her mind are her loves. Malon told her Eric was there, but when away a little bit before her and her dad came back, which made her frown for a moment but she still nodded and hugged her tightly.

Even if for the rest of the day she apologized constantly and regretted her action, it wouldn’t change the fact that a real family stays together, no matter what. And she have two sweethearts who will always love her 💖💖

[ayashiki-i-i]

Ted Lasso Progress Report 3.0 (or I have to finish this now sorry everyone for spamming on the tag I know no one cares): Done! Kinda! I have episode 9 for after work, but then I’m all caught up! What will i do now? I guess cry and refresh the tag on AO3. Also I can now unblock all the spoiler tags and look at fandom things! I was trying to savour the last three episodes but instead binged it all last night. Do I have regrets? Considering I had to get up at 5 this morning, yes somewhat. Also god that last episode was a punch to the gut. This entire season is a punch to the gut! Finally I get the dark forest references. Didn't expect it to be quite so dark tho. But then, there's a lot I didn't expect from this show. I didn't expect it to be so earnest and kind and clever. Even this second season, while deconstructing so much of the first one (which is one of my favourite things shows do btw, when you can look at things previously seen and see them in a completely new light. Like everything Ted has ever done), is still profoundly kind with it, and its characters. Telling you, that if you sincerely try, everything is fixable. I'm looking at you, Jaimie, who is now one of my favourite characters, and I'm looking at you, Nate, who is still my favourite character despite going down the exact path I didn't want, but expected him to go down. I’m very glad that even in this much darker season, there are still episodes that are just joyous and lovely. The Christmas episode and the Rainbow episode are my absolute stand outs. I especially love how Higgins and his family and marriage get a bit of Spotlight this season. I love ordinary people living their ordinary happiness stories. And I love how Higgins has become an (very flawed) emotional anchor for all the other characters. I related SO HARD to the Christmas for people without families at his home, after crying for weeks last Christmas about not being to able to go home to spend it with my family for the first time ever, and then having one of my best Christmases with my friends. Found family FTW! Also the not-too-subtle but beautiful wrap up of Ted’s influence on the team when for the first time players actually turned up at Higgins home, and his and his wife’s slight bafflement but enthusiasm and readiness to embrace all these lonely boys. Two other stand outs are, uh, Brett Goldstein’s slightly unkept look, hello the beard and the curly hair? Yes please??? And Sam’s Nigerian government corruption story. That bit when he tapes over their sponsor and the two other Nigerian teammates immediately join and it’s like “for us, this is important”, that got me. The whole team joining in of course was also brilliant, but that little moment of finding a shared identity with people from different countries, with different accents and different experiences growing up and different ties to Nigeria, but still finding that common tie to their heritage with no hesitation, that solidarity with people who came from the same place… That really got me. Really liking the theme of parenthood continuing, with Sam and Higgins and Roy and newly Rebecca (both as a child and as a godmother), and most obviously of course with Jamie and Ted. They fuck you up, you mum and that, they may not mean to, but they do.

I’m not a huge fan of the Sam and Rebecca reveal I have to say… Still better than Rebecca and Ted tho lol. It’s… Interesting. And it very much will depend on how they’ll stick the landing with this one. I think I saw Hannah Waddingham talking about it in a sense that these situations do happen, and it doesn’t make anyone a villain, so from that perspective I’m glad they’re dipping their toes into it, because it does happen and we so rarely see it. As in, we see a lot how power and age gap dynamics are harmful, but we rarely see how they can also be resolved with grace. I don’t think Sam and mainly Rebecca will be quite so graceful about it, but I do like the idea of seeing a situation like this and seeing it go, ok, this sucks, but it isn’t unsolvable. It isn’t ideal, but it doesn’t have to end in a catastrophe if people are mature and reasonable. I think we need to see that. So let’s see how they stick the landing. Nate, oh Nate, I said Ted to look out for your child! It’s been SUCH an experience to both cheer for this man finding his confidence and feet to stand on, but also kinda wanting to hurt him, especially in that scene where he goes to Will with a well meant gift and isn’t just mean, is cruel and threatening and abusive of his power. Again I’m SO curious how they’ll stick the landing. I wasn’t a huge fan of Dr Fieldstone, but that is more my problem with therapy then anything else (oh god how I emphatise with Ted and his journey to therapy), but then when she got hit by a car and I legit thought for a moment they’re killing her off, I gasped audibly and was already tearing up when they showed she’s ok, so I guess I do like her now :D

Lastly, this fandom has led me to believe Trent Crimm is a much more important character than he actually is and that was a lie and I’m sad.

[dwellordream]

I mean I think is super damaging and sexist to imply that Dany is going “on a darker path” as if every major POV isn’t doing the same and no one is theorizing how Jon is gonna be temped by a literal r*apist and slaver even though he would logically return “darker” in winds. No one holds the male characters like Jon, Robb or Stannis to the same standards even though they make the same mistakes as her and they have actually had an education on ruling. (1/2)

And the idea of Dany taking a personality transplant and going apeshit on innocents (people still theorize how she will burn the WG for no reason even tho GRRM himself debunked that shit) and then having to atone by sacrificing herself is the most misogynistic end for her. And they also demonize her because she and Jon might get together and it started with the show. Like it’s so bad someone wrote and published book comparing her to Trump  I think every major POV is going to go down a darker path? I think we are going to see Jon on a much darker path in Winds too, I think he’s gonna head to Hardhome and some horrible shit will happen there and I think he is going to be at a nihilistic low point when he learns of his parentage. I specifically think there will be some kind of Dany versus Euron interaction because it seems to me like the books are heavily foreshadowing him trying, to, well... tempt her to the dark side, possibly via stealing one of her dragons via the dragon horn and thinking he can bargain with that or something? I think she is going to reject Euron and he’s gonna die screaming, though. I don’t think she is going to burn the Water Gardens or Sunspear or go on this massacre against House Martell for backing Young Griff, I think that’s an overblown fan theory and I’m glad GRRM debunked her attacking the Water Gardens. I also don’t think we’re going to see her deliberately targeting innocent people during any battles, but I do think there is going to be massive innocent loss of life, and it’s not going to all rest on her shoulders, either, because I think Jon Connington is going to decide that he will do ‘whatever it takes’ to keep Aegon on the throne. I do think she is demonized and held to drastically different standards than any male character in a position of power in ASOIAF, and I think it is dumb that most of Jon’s mistakes are glossed over or dismissed while her every thought is intensely analyzed and critiqued.