#he's not a bad character but everyone else brings so much more to the table that it feels like a waste of a character slot

[helladventurers]

God i'm cruising through world 1 lol it's by no means hard ofc, especially when you compare this to the bonus and multiplayer levels in terms of difficulty, but after you have so much knowledge of the game's mechanics and how each character/enemy type behave, it becomes so satisfying to speedrun through the levels so many turns below the S-rank requirement

[fallingdownhell]

Genshin men when you bring them home to meet the parents and they find out that your sister is the favored child of the family and she now has her eyes set on them.

Uhhh, I really like that idea.. It has so much angst potential... but am I gonna do it...?

Characters Included: Heizou; Thoma; Alhaitham

Content: gender neutral reader; reader has a sister; slight cursing; some jealousy themes; nothing else besides that

Word count: 2k words

Have fun reading!<3

Heizou

He is so fucking nervous!

He is good at hiding it, but you know him by now, you know how he gets and how he acts when he doesn't want others to know his true feelings, so you know and are aware of it

Heizou knows about your strained relationship with your family. Your parents having favoured your sister over you, no matter the circumstances

you did have contact with your family, but it was on a very low, unregular basis. Not that he minded that, though. It was your life, your decision. He's sure you wouldn't do that without having a good reason for it.

You had agreed on a nice, easy dinner at your parents house where they would get the chance to meet your boyfriend for the first time

upon arriving at the house where you spent your childhood, Heizou got more and more nervous. Somewhere along the way, he grabbed one of your hands, holding it tightly in his own.

you tried reassuring him, giving him a small smile as you held his hand, and it did help him a bit

soon, your mother answered the front door, followed by your father and introductions were made

Heizou held your hand throughout the entire thing, not daring to let go of you, but he seemed to relax more and more as the seconds went by

your parents noticed this as well, looking briefly at your joined hands, but chose not to say anything about it

you sat down on the table and a few minutes later, your sister arrived

she was acting entirely over the top with you, throwing herself at you and acting far too friendly. It made you somewhat uncomfortable, but you didn't say anything, not wanting to ruin the good mood that everyone has

for the first few minutes of dinner, everything seemed fine. Conversations were held, your parents asked Heizou some questions, nothing too bad

but then, your mom made some comment about you again, and it all went downhill from there for you

"You know, you're exactly the type of man we always wanted for our daughter. Are you sure you want to settle with (name)?"

then, your mother proceeded on to tell him every little thing about your sister. How she was working a much better job than you with better hours and more pay. How she was more beautiful than you. How she was just in general the better choice between the two of you

Heizou was dumbfounded by this behaviour and he now understood entirely why you had almost no contact with your family. This has been your entire life? Archons, he wanted to rip them a new one, for your own sake..

your mother was still rambling on, your sister just sitting there, smiling at Heizou, thinking that he was considering his options

everyone, including you, was surprised when he suddenly slammed his hands on the table, making all eyes fall on him

"With all due respect, Ma'am. I would rather die than do something so horrible to (Name). They are a wonderful partner, the best I could ever wish for. So, pardon us, but we are going to take our leave now."

with that, he grabbed your hand and you both walked out of the house, ignoring the calls of your family for you to come back and that they didn't mean it like that

secretly though, you were so glad and relieved. When your mother started saying stuff like that again, you just mentally accepted that this was it, yet again.

But Heizou surprised you and stood up for you against your own family. It made you feel so incredibly loved and cared for

that night, he hugged you closer to him than ever before, now reassuring you that you were his number one, that he loved you only and would do everything in this world, just to see you smile again...

Thoma

He's such a sweet partner, always caring about you and making sure that you're comfortable with him

Thoma likes to be a provider in a relationship. In the sense that he likes to cook for you, help you clean up, doing little things for you around the house. It's his way of saying "I love you"

Thoma will never push you into doing anything you don't want to, or making you open up to him

he's more than happy to take things slowly, earning your trust

and when you finally open up to him about whatever things you want to talk about, he's there for you, listening to everything you have to say without interrupting you

he also knows about the strained relationship with your family. He might not know all the details, but he knows enough to trust you in your decisions regarding the matter

he would never comment on it or make you do anything since it's not his place to judge or intrude on

with that being said, it just so happened that one day, while out shopping for ingredients, he ran into a certain someone

well, more like, a certain someone that ran into him. She profusely apologized for running into him and somehow got him tangled up into conversation

Thoma, being the nice person that he is, tried finding a way out of the conversation without coming across as rude. But, honestly, he just wanted to get home to you as soon as possible

Somehow, the conversation shifted and the topic of partners came up. Thoma said that he was happily taken right now, but she just kept pressing with her questions until your name slipped out his mouth

Thoma could clearly see how her eyes lit up at the mention of your name and he had a feeling that she would just bombard him with thousands more questions

so, he quickly made up an excuse and got out of there, walking home at a fast pace

once he arrived, he told you about the encounter he just had, which made you think. It all sounded strangely familiar to you, even his description of the person rang a bell somewhere in your mind

however, you didn't have much more time to dwell on those thoughts as a knock could be heard from the front door

exchainging glances, you went to answer the door, only to find your sister standing in front of you

eyes wide, you wondered how she found you here, but that question was quickly answered

"Oh, so you ARE his lover! God, now I'm so glad I followed him all the way back here!"

She threw herself in your arms, then quickly abandoned you and went inside your home. You were still so shocked and didn't realize this but when you came back to your senses, you quickly went inside again to the kitchen were you heard her voice from

Thoma was looking at you confused as well, but she just continued talking to him like nothing had happened and they were still out in the city where she ran into him

"...I mean, I'm so glad it was you! You're so handsome, and strong apparently for carrying all those bags back here! Say, why are you with (Name) anyway? Like, they have no redeeming qualities. You should look for more suitable partners, like me! I could give you so much more!"

She smiled at him like her little speech would be all it takes for Thoma to change his mind. The sad part was, you were expecting it to work as well, having dealt with exactly that your entire life, she always got what she wanted

"...Out.", Thoma said. It was the only thing he said, but his tone was so unusal from his normal self. It was cold and demanding, making your sister shiver in her place.

She quickly grabbed her stuff and left your home again, not saying another word

You looked after her for a second, but then in the next you felt two strong arms wrap around you from behind, his face burrying itself in the crock of your neck

for a long time, he remained silent, before he spoke again. "Sorry. I'm so sorry you had to deal with that for so long."

you were perplexed at his words, but quickly hugged him back, silently thanking him for staying by your side

Alhaitham

To most people, Alhaitham comes off as a cold and calculated person without any emotions

most people will be surprised when they find out that he was indeed in a committed relationship

and they were even more surprised when they find out how sweet, loving and expressive you are

most would think that he would want a partner similar to him, closed off and not all that social. But you are the exact opposite to that

Not that Alhaitham was paying any mind to the opinions of others about him and his love life in the first place

To you, Alhaitham was the most ideal partner you could have hoped for

he was caring, attentive towards you, listened to you even if he didn't give that impression

his attention was always on you, you were in his thoughts when not with him. Just completely head over heels for you

However, he would not know about the strained relationship with your parents. He knew you weren't in much contact with them, and that's all he really needed or wanted to know. He never bothered you about it

But then, one day, you asked him if he wanted to meet your parents. You seemed unsure about the proposal, but in the end, he agreed to it nevertheless

the days before the event, you became a nervous mess. Alhaitham had no idea what was going on, but he tried to be there for you and support you

he did ask if you wanted to talk to him about anything, but you declined and he didn't push you anymore after that

then, the evening finally arrived where you were meeting up with your family at a local restaurant

when you arrived, your partents and sister were already there, waiting on the two of you. your mother spotted you first, waving to grab your attention

you then went over to sit with them

Introductions were a bit awkward at first, but after a few minutes, things seemed to settle down a bit as your parents engaged in conversation with you, trying to catch up on things

However, it quickly became clear to Alhaitham that your sister was always trying to upstage you with absolutely anything. You got a good job? Well, she got an even better one. You got paid so and so much? Well, wouldn't you look at that, her numbers were even higher than yours

at first, you tried to ignore it, but as always, your parents quickly began ignoring you again, instead congratulating your sister on how good she was doing for herself. It dampened your mood quite a bit, but you still wanted to give this a chance

that was, until your sister said something very specific. "Yeah. The only thing missing to top it all of would be an amazing boyfriend now. Say, Alhaitham. Why don't you dump my sibling and get with me instead?" She even winked at him after saying this

Immediately, your parents agreed to her proposal, looking expectantly at Alhaitham

said man only took a quick glance at everyone at the table, before throwing some money on the table, grabbing your hand and standing up, heading for the exit

"I listened to you disrespecting my partner for long enough. And you wonder why they hold no contact with you anymore. Really, I'm glad they got out of your grasp."

With that, you both left the restaurant. None of you spoke a word until you got to Alhaitham's house again, where he immediately pulled you into his arms as soon as you were inside

so for a while, you just stood there in his embrace while he silently reassured you that you had nothing to worry about

you were the only one to him and he would spend his entire life proving this to you if necessary..

[pomefioredove]

same anon who requested the other familial hcs (sorry for requesting sm, your writing is just super good), but could you do hcs for the housewardens with a teen reader (still 13-14 ish) whos birthday is coming up soon? like how would they celebrate it with them. still platonic!! thank you so much <33 >_<

of course, gladly! and thank you so much!!

summary: birthday preparations type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

you've already celebrated enough unbirthdays together, so this should be easy enough for him, yes?

well... not exactly

Riddle is as high-strung as ever, running from place to place making sure everything is up to par for the event

he's not sure why he let Cater convince him to make it a surprise

but here he is, reluctantly trusting Ace and Deuce to retrieve you after your last class and bring you back to the dorm in time for the festivities to begin

"This is silly," he mumbles for the umpteenth time, awkwardly crouching behind an armchair. "Must we really hide?"

Cater shushes him, recording the front door as the clock turns the hour... and...

...nothing

Ace and Deuce eventually return with everything they'd been asked to pick up... except the guest of honor

"Oh, shoot! I knew we were forgetting something!" Deuce says, although it's already too late.

Riddle ends up retrieving you himself, and the rest of the party goes as planned

...nix Ace and Deuce, who are both collared and sulking in a corner

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

Leona isn't so secretive about it

he basically just asks you what you want him to get you. nothing more, nothing less

loud, messy parties aren't really his thing, especially these days- he'd much rather have Ruggie order something nice for you, wish you a good day, and then reward himself with a long nap

but the more he thinks about it, the more it bugs him

for one- you have no family in this world

...which, to him, is both a blessing and a curse

but it also means you'll be alone on your special day. and for... whatever reason, that idea just won't stop bothering him

alright, fine! so, he wants you to have a good birthday. so what? that doesn't make him a sap or anything. if he was in your place, he'd expect a whole damn feast!

eventually- and with some prodding from Ruggie and Jack- he allows a quiet get-together in Savanaclaw

if only because Ruggie made a comment that Leona "wouldn't know how to host, anyway"

he is royalty, after all

𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

you figured something was up when you "accidentally" bump into the tweels for the umpteenth time that week

you assumed Azul was planning something, though you weren't quite sure why he had to send the two to scope out more information on you

after all, he could just ask

and it definitely doesn't help that both Floyd and Jade keep dropping comments about this "huge, extravagant party" that Azul is supposedly throwing in your honor

on the day itself, the two are waiting for you right after class

both grinning widely as they escort you back to the lounge for this so-called "rager"

when you walk in, however, it's... empty

except for Azul

...and one table set with four places, each plate loaded with a dish you recognize as an Ashengrotto family recipe

"You can't blame me for wanting to throw you off," he says, lighting a few candles. "You should stay sharp, after all."

the rest of the evening is filled with chatter, a few bad jokes, and Floyd trying to pick off of everyone else's plates while they're not looking

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦

three words: big, ridiculous party

Kalim can't imagine having to spend such an important day without your family or friends by your side... luckily, you have both here!

(well... close enough, anyway)

and he definitely doesn't disappoint when it comes to celebrations

with a little help from some more organized voices on the matter (AKA Jamil) he's got it all ready in advance

he really wants everything to go well, after all

like, really, really well! he'd never forgive himself if you had a bad time on your special day

he spends weeks planning everything, down to the very last detail... which some my find odd for him, but Kalim is nothing if not dedicated when it comes to matters of the heart

and so, it all comes together: your favorite food, things, people... all under one roof!

...complete with dessert, tea, and board games for the two of you after everyone's left

he couldn't spend your birthday sharing your time with everyone else, after all!

𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

although he certainly has the means, the taste, and the resources to do something grand, he certainly isn't planning on it

...honestly, that just sounds dreadful to him

besides his tight schedule and low tolerance for shenanigans, organizing a massive event is just completely out of the question for him right now

too much, too soon, and far too tiring

but that doesn't mean he isn't going to do anything

you can expect a quiet evening full of pampering, a few movies of your own choice, and he'll even let you indulge in some less-than-healthy foods, if you so wish

he might even join you

it is a special occasion, after all

𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝

party? get-together? no, thank you

hey, he'll be glad to throw something together, just don't get your hopes too up

whatever it is will be totally lame, he swears it

(Idia, ever the understater...)

what ends up coming together is a full on all-night gaming session and anime marathon, complete with all the snacks he can fit in his room

basically the ultimate sleepover

...just without the sleep

Ortho joins in as well, teaming up with you whenever you need to kick Idia's butt in whatever you're playing

not familiar with their games of choice? no prob, Idia could spend the whole night explaining the ins and outs of all of his favorites

by the time the sun is up, you remember cheat codes and shortcuts more clearly than your own name

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

Malleus knows that human birthdays are very important, considering their short lifespans

and so, when he asks about your plans for the day, he's quite surprised to hear you say you have nothing special in mind

perhaps he was wrong... perhaps your birthday isn't an important occasion for you?

he doesn't think it's his place to ask, especially since you probably miss home more than usual around this time of year...

ultimately, he plans something simple

if not a little spontaneous

far past evening curfew, he shows up at Ramshackle door with nothing but himself, and asks you to accompany him on a short walk

you might expect him to whisk you through the woods, or show you ruins on the very edges of campus

...rather, he just brings you around the school, pointing out his favorite places until you get tired

"I may not be able to give you all that you've lost, but while you're here, you might as well feel at home,"

[charliedawn]

Hi! Can I request how the Slashers will react to their favorite nurse having an engagement ring on her? And they actually fell in love with her. (Also, can you add Five please 🥲, he's very much my comfort character.)

Five Hargreeves :

Five was the first to know.

He knew just by looking at you. The way you almost glowed and were smiling from ear to ear all week made him suspicious. And then, the coup de grace…The ring. He was sitting at his own private bar when you joined him and his eyes were immediately drawn to the shiny ring. Suddenly, everything clicked and he stared at the drink in his hand…his hand shaking slightly.

"…So, you found someone ?"

He was happy for you, or at least he tried to convince himself he was.

He wished you would say no. He wished you would realise how much you meant to him at that exact moment…but you didn’t.

Your smile almost burnt him when you answered affirmatively. He took a big gulp of his whiskey—savouring the burn. He knew it was impossible. You were a nurse. And he was…just a kid. You would have never seen him as anything else. And it made him rage against himself for even entertaining the idea you would ever consider a future with him. Physically, he was too young. And mentally ? He was too old…You would have never worked.

So, he smiled and raised his glass to you.

"Congratulations, Y/N. You deserve it."

Once you were out of the room, that glass went flying across the room to end up shattered against a wall…shattered like Five was.

Jack Torrance :

Jack is good at hiding his emotions—even from himself. He had spent weeks wondering if he should ask you out on a date. He had spent his time thinking and planning and rehearsing what he would say and do. He thought it would be his moment to shine and leave all the bad shit behind…But then, he saw the ring.

"Hey. That’s a…That’s a nice ring you got there."

He smiled and said he was happy for you. And you believed it. Of course you did. Because, he was a good comedian. The best. He had learnt to just drown his emotions when he died, because if he was to feel anything…He’d lose himself. He had to suffer the loss of his family, his career, his life…What was one more loss to the lot ?

However, once you were out of the room ? He lowered his glass and his shoulders shook as he gripped the glass tightly in his hand to breaking point…He was too late. Again.

"Damn it…"

That was Jack’s true reaction to the news. He was disappointed for sure. He knew he should have acted before…But, what was the point ?

What would you have done with the ghost of a past long forgotten ?

He just started drinking again and chuckled bitterly at his own misery. He had wished for a better end, but that end had just slipped through his fingers like a dream…He would maybe write about it later ? But, what was the point ? He could write his feelings, but you’d never read them.

Pennywise :

You were at the dinner table and when Pennywise sat in front of you, he could feel that something was different. The other slashers were strangely quiet, so of course he’d have to ask.

"Why is everyone so quiet ?! Please. Tell me someone died !" He snickered, but nobody answered. Finally, he looked at you and tried to find the reason for the sudden silence…You then showed him your ring.

"Pennywise. I am engaged.", you announced with a smile. His own smile dropped.

He knew perfectly well what engagement meant. He understood now why all the others were so quiet. He could read their emotions. All of them were disappointed…He just didn’t know why until you had shown the ring…

"…Congrats."

"…Thanks."

That was the most awkward congratulations you had ever heard. He glanced back at your hand. Even though he had tried to sound genuine, he couldn’t bring himself to smile again. It was the first time you had seen Pennywise so serious.

He then decided to avoid you. You didn’t understand why, but he simply vanished. He didn’t even show up at meals anymore…

When something upsets Pennywise, he tends to avoid it. So, he decided to avoid you. He knew it was a childish and nonsensical reaction to the news…But, he couldn’t being himself to care. Because, he understood perfectly the feelings of the other slashers.

He never thought he would have to deal with emotions again…But, it seemed like he was wrong.

Michael Myers :

Michael stayed silent. He had nothing to say…

Well, he normally doesn’t say much, but this time you could actually feel the awkwardness in the room. He knew he didn’t have the right to dream…but, he still did. You were the only one who truly understood him and that Myers had ever spared. He wanted you to love him. But, it didn’t matter at the end…

He wrote down on his notebook:

Congratulations.

Even you could feel that he didn’t mean it, but you didn’t comment on it. However, he didn’t expect it when you removed his mask and stared at his face—studying his features. He wasn’t smiling. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were dark.

"…Michael.", you muttered softly and raised your hand to stroke his cheek…but he grabbed it before you could.

"Don’t."

He could see the pity in your eyes and it hurt more than anything. He then retrieved his mask and walked away. He couldn’t pretend to be happy about the news. And now, you knew about his feelings too.

Bo Sinclair :

Bo was working on a car when he asked you to hand him a tool. When you did, his eyes caught the ring around your finger and he suddenly forgot all about the tool. He grabbed your arm and stared at the offensive jewel in frightening silence.

"…Bo ?", you called him after a while.

When he saw you with that ring, it made him tick and realise that you had a life outside of the hospital—one he had no idea about. And it made him mad. You had never seen him so quiet before and he didn’t answer. He finally released your arm and left without a word. After that, you had trouble catching him and when you eventually did ? His reaction wasn’t the one you expected.

"…Whatya want from me, Y/N ?! A congrats and pat on the fuckin’ back ?! Alright. Congrats ! And hope you have a great life with yer fucker !"

He took out his frustration on you. Bo usually handles his emotions with his fists and his words. But, of course he wouldn’t come to hands with you. So, he’d either ignore you or be harsh with his words. Or, he’d go out to a bar and start a fight. Anything but confront you about his feelings and confess that he was jealous.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason was angry. The moment he saw the ring on your finger, he knew what it meant. His mother had carried hers for years and he had inherited it. He thought you’d be the one carrying his ring, but it seemed he had waited too long. His reaction would first be denial before he would suddenly break everything in his path and try to start a fight with anyone he’d come across. Jason doesn’t handle emotions very well and most often than not, he’d break things in order to let his frustration out.

He spent hours in the forest chopping wood and no one dared come to check on him—except you.

"Jason…?"

He didn’t answer, but he was there. You could hear him breathing and you sighed before sitting on a log. You waited for him and soon enough, he sat down next to you and you noticed how his whole body seemed tense.

"Jason…It’s not because I am engaged that I will forget about you, you know that right ?"

He still didn’t answer. He was doing his best to remain calm and when you moved to touch his shoulder—he recoiled from your touch. It was the first time Jason was reacting this way with you. And what he did next made your eyes widen in shock. He retrieved his mother’s ring from his pocket and wordless put it in your hand.

By the time you understood what he meant to say, he was already gone.

Freddy Krueger :

"~How sweet…"

He gave you the best fake smile he could muster before turning around and leaving. Truth is ? Freddy was the less angry out of all the slashers. He doesn’t believe in marriage or engagement or anything…The only problem he had with you being engaged was that he had lost his chance getting into your pants. Or, that’s the reason he’d give to anyone who would ask. Because of course you’d be faithful. You were the only person in the hospital who ever gave a shit about him.

You were kind and honest and fuckin’ perfect. So, of course Freddy didn’t stand a chance in hell. You were the complete opposite of him. You were an angel and Freddy was a demon. And that made him love you and hate you even more. It hurt…But, it didn’t matter. Because, he was already broken to begin with.

Norman Bates :

He thought he had a chance, but the moment he saw the ring…something snapped in Norman. It started with a twitch of his jaw and suddenly, his smile was gone. There was nothing left in his gaze than an intense emptiness—a void which seemed to swallow you whole. He took a step forward and for the first time…You were scared of him.

There was something murderous in his eyes—something dark.

When he leant forward, your heart hammered in your chest, but he simply smiled knowingly before kissing your cheek.

"Congratulations, my little angel."

There was not a single word in that sentence that he truly meant, and you both knew it all too well. But, you smiled and tried to hold back the tears. You left and Norman was left with his regrets.

Penny :

"Why ?"

You turned around to face Penny. He was the last one. He didn’t understand, but his expression changed to cold numbness as he repeated.

"Why, Y/N ? You know how we all feel about you…That ring. You knew what that ring would do to us…So, why ? Why hurt us like this ?"

You had always suspected Penny to be smarter than he pretended to be…but you didn’t think he would be the first one to figure it out. Your expression softened as you tried not to cry.

"I’m sorry, Penny. Turns out I wasn’t as special as you all thought I was…"

It was simpler this way…It was better than to admit that you were scared. You thought you were past the fear…but, it seemed not. There was still a fear to be conquered. You had grown too attached to the slashers. And of course you knew how they felt about you, but so did you. You felt so strongly…but, you couldn’t do anything about it.

You were human. And you still had a life outside of the hospital. They couldn’t understand…but, you hoped that with time they’d understand. You only had one life, and you couldn’t give them false hope. You couldn’t be with them forever, and that ring was a reminder. Not only for them, but for you as well.

Penny snarled and grabbed the hand where the ring was to glare at it. He hated it. He didn’t want to see you belonging to someone else than him…It affected him more than he cared to admit.

Suddenly, he wrapped his hand around your ring finger and you suddenly felt a sharp pain. He released you, but then you heard a series of metallic sounds hitting the floor. When you looked down, your eyes widened as you saw your ring—shattered in pieces.

You looked back up at him, but he was gone.

The message was clear though.

He would never accept it…

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forget-Me-Not 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki

Summary: You return to your childhood home to put the past to rest.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You spend the night on the couch. You don't go further than the bathroom. You can't bring yourself to check her bedroom or the one you left behind.

You go out to get your bag and change in the yellow haze glowing behind the faded curtains. You check the time. Jan is expecting you in an hour.

You emerge into the dewy morning and tramp down to ground level. You get in the car, reversing out without looking back at the dingy house. The final farewell can't come soon enough for the slanted walls.

Jan is out in the yard, hammering a pineboard as you drive down his lot. His white hair curls with the sweat beading on his skin. He stills the hammer and wipes his forehead as you pull up. 

You get out as he greets you in the way all the villagers do. A manufactured friendliness that cannot erase their true judgement. They smile in face just as easily as the mutter your name under their breath. You mother harboured little good will in Hammer Ford and blood is sacred here.

“Sorry to hear,” he says.

“Matter of time,” you shrug dismissively.

“Isn't no way to come home,” he shakes his head and coughs into his fist, “walnut,” he points the hammer over his shoulder, “like ya said.”

Walnut, like the dining table. Where she sat and drank herself into that box. You nod and follow him over to the casket. The hinges are brass and the finish is rough. What does it matter? It's just going into the dirt.

“Got cash,” you say. Jan doesn't deal with the bank, everyone knows that. Funny the little things that stick with you.

“Thanks,” he accepts the bills as you count them out. So much for a rainy day. The sun shine bright as if mocking the grin affair beneath its watch. “I'll have it taken down to Norn's.”

“Yep,” you agree, “she's there.”

You head out without further niceties. Neither of you uphold those. Better to say what you mean and nothing else.

You get to the property line and idle. You turn away from the woods. You're not ready to go back yet. 

You stop by the church first. Father Oswald sits with you to discuss the ceremony. You'll say a few words at the grave site. You don't think anyone would come to a wake. You don't want them to.

You set off again, still reluctant to retrace your steps. You drive to the spare core of the village and park outside the library. You cross the street and peer in through the window of the bakery. It wasn't there when you left.

You venture inside and peruse the sweets behind the glass. You order a black coffee and a cinnamon bun. You pay the woman behind the counter, vaguely familiar. You're certain she was a few years behind you at school.

You sit and pick at the glazed dough. You don't have much of an appetite. You don't feel much of anything. You're just wading through, try not to get lost in the tide.

You sip the coffee. Bold but rich. Not bad. Better than the instant powder gone stale in your mother's cupboard.

The door opens and shuts, several times over as you stare at the table. The city taught you apathy. You don't let the noise bother you.

The chair across from you slides out and a figure plants themselves on the seat. You raise your head, your vision narrowing to make sense of their features. You turn your head to gaze out the window as Loki blows over the top of a mug. 

You slide out your phone, a defence mechanism. Still no reception. You put it down and keep your attention diverted. He clears his throat and taps his toe next to yours.

“You know, I do have an important matter to discuss with you,” he says.

You don't react. You know that's what he wants. That's why he showed up the night before. He undoubtedly insisted on being his clan’s representative.

“You've sent your condolences.”

“Mm, yes, but that isn't what I mean,” he traces his finger up the handle of his mug. “The house.”

You lower your brows and keep your eyes beyond the window. The village moves slow as ever. Not like the endless flow of the city streets. There's no where to hide here.

“My father has an offer. The property has value.”

You check your cup, almost empty. You swig the last of it. You stand and gather the cup and unfinished dessert. You put the porcelain on the counter and toss the cinnamon bun on your way out.

The door doesn't close behind you. He's following you. Your heartbeat piques. In an instant, you're hurled into the past. You're running through broken twigs as he snickers behind you. You ball your hands as your breath hitches.

You cross the street without looking, only just dodging a bumper. You go to your car, fumbling with your keys. Before you can stick them in the slot, there's a snare around your arm.

You spin and shove Loki off of you, biting down on a shriek. You glare at him and point the key at his chin.

“Not interested.”

“My father will give you more than the bank,” he counters. 

“Don't care.”

He sniffs and quorks his head, “is this because I never called?”

You choke on a scoff. You turn and ram the keys in the slot and twist. You open the door as you step around it. The edge hits him as you swing into the driver’s seat.

“The house is worthless. The bank will give you pennies for the land.”

“Go tell your daddy you failed,” you sneer and yank the door shut, hitting the lock with your fist.

You start the engine without a glance in his direction. You pull put as he barely avoids getting his toes run over. Just as ever, this village belongs to the Odinsons. They won't have to pay the bank much to get what they want but you will never sign your name next to theirs.

[sapphia]

limited life was the best roleplay series for me by far. everyone was just so good at playing into people's bits. the improvised nature of it made it so fun, and barring the odd moment, it truly didn't feel like people were starting much drama for drama's sake.

the best of the rp was fairly spontaneous--scar didn't go into a series planning to become cleo's favourite son, but they just had such a good time being around each other and leaned into the dynamic and extrapolated their rp from how they were around each other. and it really payed off. i'm sooo glad cleo embraced it even though she was reluctant at first. i love how scar and bdubs supported her into her own amazing interpretation of arguably a not-so-fun role. i'm stunned at how into the rp etho got. he absolutely suffered for this rp and it was incredible. all those deaths. his destroyed reputation! but it worked so well.

and the bad boys! sure, joel came in with his predetermined character, but his flexibility in bringing people onto his team, into incorporating jimmy and grian and even offering to rename the bit for pearl if she'd joined--that was what really allowed it to be good. leaning into the ironic bad boys who aren't actually bad (at anything but minecraft) was delightful. bread bridge was wonderful. seeing all the players just get to be so very themselves and enjoy themselves and work as a team while having so much fun with the rp aspect made this team so good.

i loved that we didn't get solo players this season, that martyn and scott teamed up even when they didn't interact much in episode one. coral kids and TIES really felt like everyone was playing not just with their friends, but with the people who played the game in the same way they did. i can't put my finger on what made martyn and scott a good fit together but they are, and ties were the perfect little "nerds" (as scar called them) with so much heart, while etho still got to do his weird thing with bdubs and roleplay with the clockers. and the tension between all these groups! scott and cleo's hard alliance and the rest of the clockers just following along because mom. ties animosity with the clockers despite whatever it was etho was doing. they just let bdubs tag along for the day! etho had a take his kids to work day and it was hilarious! and martyn sticking to scott but also kinda being sketchy in the background with everyone, showing a pleasant face but clearly not being quite as invested in all the relationships as everyone else, which then played into the ending where he betrayed his partner in the series where team bonds were never broken--

and while i wish pearl and bigb had got to be a bit more involved in the storylines and they were a little sidelined from some of the best action, by god they played their nosey neighbour role well. the tension with the clockers, the feud with jimmy, stealing the enchanting table, finding themselves so isolated and alone because they're just neighbours and they built a wall between them and the server. perfection.

so yeah. loved how everyone was enjoying themselves. loved how rp got to flourish in the peaceful periods and how the high death limit played into the drama. loved that everyone mostly just went with the flow and the narratives became so fun because of it. *chefs kiss*

[theoddest1]

with how the fans and even viv being VERY excited with the “visuals” of poison it’s was very clear that the intended purpose of having those scenes was for porn. Why else would viv be excited for SA scenes and make a cum joke? Not dismissing any SA survivors that felt seen or represented through Angel. I think the bar scene where Angel has a breakdown is good I just hate how they kinda swept everything he said under the rug for a musical, with the episode ending on a happy note and were told not shown that he gets better.

That’s why people kept bringing up moral Orel, silent hill 2 and tuca and Bertie as good SA rep because the abuse is NEVER shown were told or it’s heavily implied it was the aftermath that was shown, nurse bendy is hyper sexual in public but she secretly hates, is lonely and regresses into a little girl playing family with stuffed animals when she’s in her safe space. Angela is depressed/suicidal her only hope is to find her mother so things can get better but she never finds her mom and it’s implied Angela dies, Tuca and struggled with her sexuality and sexual trauma even feels ashamed about having intrusive fantasies of her abuser and thinks that after being SA’d but she is complete control of those situations and it’s her way o healing and even if she wasn’t SA’d she’d still be into those fantasies. It’s too early to say anything about Angel character it might change in season 2 and actually talk more about his trauma especially since the vees are gonna be more prominent (which I call bs because they said the exact same thing about Adam and he didn’t do shit, he only showed up in 3 episodes and he was so underwhelming plus he was the 2nd most powerful being in the show, idk what vox and Val are gonna bring to the table expect be stupid wannabe “mean girls”, plus lute is still around and she is by more powerful and interesing villain) but we have to wait and see, right now I’m indifferent to Angel he’s not a bad character but he’s not the best, sir pentious and nifty outshined him and everybody else, they were the best characters, and they were just joke characters

Viv is very, very obvious with what she seeks involving Angel Dust's character arc. She sees it as an opportunity to recreate a similar situation to Raph's animatic, a 3rd person view surrounding Angel's dilemma rather than Vox's. It's paraded around as though it's a tragic "Love Song" but there is no proper or meaningful way to convey the tragedy surrounding it all. It's an elaborate kink video for those who indulge those sorts of subjects. As you've mentioned, some other known media have handled the topic with much care and didn'tshow it, but this time around, this could have been a great time to make useful imagery to show just how awful the entire situation is. But we don't get that. All of it is glamorized in a pop song with neon lights and no subversion of one's expectations. The only time we are shown any blunt and saddening imagery is when Angel is passed around in bindage gear. The colors change and turn red, and we are faced with a strikingly blunt reality of the situation, but we then see Angel dancing in front of his situation, whiplash of the seriousness pertaining to it all. And while the pacing is better in this episode than most, it's still FAST.

So on top of everything we have a rushed pop song that's supposed to engage the audience in a mindset regarding SA to further think and discuss but it only aided in fueling kink culture and no one has had any strong meaningful discussions when it is about that entire sequence but the kinks sure are THRIVING! Imo, the fact that this side of the community got more outta this than those who love to discuss stories reflects on how unserious and sexual Viv saw it to be, and THAT is what makes Viv's shit representation bad. The remix only solidifies what I had assumed this entire song to sound like. It fails to be commentary, only fuel for a kink someone has, and NEARLY EVERYONE in the community is letting it slide cause of that.

[pinetrees-in-the-water]

Slender mansion headcanons?

Aight anon you didnt mention who to write for so I'm gonna write about all my favs, also this will be infuenced by my personal rewrite so I hope you dont mind!!

(Charcters included: Jeff, Ben, Nina, Toby, EJ, Clockwork, Jane, Masky/Tim, The Operator and a hint of Laughing Jack)

I'll make a part 2 as soon as I can because I have way too many thoughts about the Mansion to fit in one post.

Thank you for the ask!!!

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◇Slender Mansion Headcanons◇

◇Part 1◇

• Actual fucking chaos

• Thank god the Mansion is so deep in the woods because they would have been reported for SEVERAL noise complaints.

• Ben and Jeff usually play videogames late into the night (usually old PS2 titles, horror or multiplayer games) and Jeff has almost 0 voice control.

• So Tim (or Jane) usually has to barge in and yell at them to keep it down, not that he sleeps much anyways but theyre annoying and Nina is a light sleeper.

• Ben, Clockwork and Tim are all insomniacs so they usually all play board games or go for long drives together, Ben has successfully gotten them into dnd.

• Ben is pretty bad at taking care of himself because he just kinda....forgets due to his ADHD so everyone in the mansion gives him their little reminders or help out.

• Whether its Nina brushing his hair, Jane bringing him dinner when he forgot to eat or Toby essentially throwing him in the shower (never the bathtub his phobia of deep water is too strong and everyone in the mansion is mindful of it)

• Nina, Jeff and Ben all have movie nights every Tuesday. Occasionally the other members of the mansion will join them if the're free but they all have different hunting schedules set by The Operator.

•Nina screams at every jumpscare in a horror movie, her screams are so loud that EJ can hear it from the basement.

• The Operator himself doesn't live in the Mansion although it is his. Hes rarely seen or heard from, only leaving notes around the house. The only one really fond of him is Nina.

• The Operator usually leaves breakfast on the table in the morning for all of them, Clockwork has a small feeling that he doesn't like Jeff because his eggs are never done the way he likes.

• Speaking of Clockwork, the only people she really relaxes around are Toby and EJ, otherwise shes the resident strong, scary, silent type. Ben was low-key scared of her at first but theyre cool now.

• She has major anger issues so his fears are validated, she mostly does a good job of hiding it and generally is very friendly although her bluntness comes of as being mean sometimes.

• EJ and Clockwork usually give each other book and audio drama podcast reccomendations. They're so comfortable around each other that everyone though they were dating at first (They're not).

• EJ was studying to be a surgeon before he got into this mess, his skills carried over and he acts like the in house doctor for the mansion, frequently gets annoying at Tim's smoking.

• EJ honestly spends more time in his lab in the basement than his actual room, he doesn't let many people down there for "sanitation" reasons but everyone else knows its just to keep the teenagers from being more traumatized than they already are.

• Nobody goes into the attic as The Clown (Laughing Jack) lives there, they're all a little afraid of him but he only leaves and enters the room through the attic so hes never seen in the rest of the house.

• Jane had to go into the attic to speak to The Clown once on instruction of The Operator and acted out of character for the rest of the week, keeping all the cupboards and wardrobes in her vicinity open at all times.

• Jane and Tim are often regarded as "The Parents" of the Mansion as they're the oldest, both being in their mid to late 30s, everyone MOSTLY respects them enough to listen.

• Nina treats Clockwork and Jane like big sisters and often finds every excuse to tag along and spend time with them, usually ends up rambling about random fanfiction or a new show she's watching while they listen.

• Clockwork and Toby are like Ben and Jeff just older. Two peas in a pod, they go everywhere together and Clockwork becomes a little more unhinged around him. They've been hiding a stolen stoplight in Toby's room for 3 months and nobody has noticed yet.

• Toby and Jeff either get along a little too well or are fist fighting there is no in between. They're both loose canons. Nobody can tell if they're friends or hate each other.

• Toby and Nina both get along well as they're able to understand and read each other better than the other mansion members due to their shared experience having bpd.

• Toby often accompanies Nina on missions and looks out for her, similar to an older brother, and Nina goes on frequent trips with him to help bring firewood for the Mansion.

• They have their moments but overall everyone gets along pretty well.

[vanfleeter]

Dirty Little Secret (1) // JTK

Characters: Jake x reader Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, so much smut, language.

Summary: Secretly sleeping with your best friend's bandmate. What could happen?

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. - Federico García Lorca

Secrets. Sneaking around. Lies.

That’s all you’ve ever known for the past six weeks. Keeping one of the biggest secrets you’ve ever had to keep. Sleeping with your best friend’s bandmate. Both of you knew it was a bad idea but neither of you wanted to call it quits. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. What began as something that was supposed to be a one time thing grew more intense.

Lying to your roommate about where you’ve been so late at night or coming home so early in the morning after being gone all night. Which also ties into the sneaking around. Sneaking off on your work break to meet him at his place for a quick hook up. Sometimes, on nights out with the band when Danny would invite you, you’d make up some lame excuse to go to the bathroom. Fix your lipstick, pee, whatever came to your head that didn’t seem suspicious. And it only took Jake five minutes to show up and have you pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall as he fucked you.

Six Weeks Ago

You didn’t see yourself ever doing this. Nor did you ever see yourself with him. You had never met him until the night of Josh’s birthday party. He wanted this year to be different and opted for a separate party from Jake.

Danny had invited you to go with him. Insisted that you need to make more friends ever since moving to the city. But instead of mingling with everyone else at the party like he was, you found yourself alone at the food table and snacking on the veggie tray.

“I used to believe that eating a ton of carrots would improve my eyesight.” A voice says beside you. You look up to see Jake standing beside you as he refilled his glass with champagne. “All lies. I still need glasses.” After filling his glass, he sets the bottle back down on the table and extends his hand out to you. “I’m Jake. You must be (Y/N), right?” You nod your head as you extend your hand to shake his. “Did he abandon you?”

You shake your head. “No, I kind of wandered away while he was chatting with your dad. About what, I don’t know.”

Jake chuckles and lifts his glass to his lips to take a drink. “Thirsty?” He says. “There’s plenty of alcohol. Josh didn’t go light this year.”

You shake your head. “I promised Danny that I’d stay sober to drive home tonight.”

“Well, there’s other ways to enjoy the party.” He says. “Come on..”

He grabs your hand and tugs you along before you could protest. Pulling you into the kitchen, he parks you on the bar stool at the kitchen island before going over to the fridge. He pulls open the freezer and digs through it before pulling out a carton of ice cream. He retrieves a spray can of whip cream from the fridge and comes back over to you.

“Ice cream?”

Jake nods his head and sets the contents on the counter before getting a couple bowls and spoons from the cupboards and the ice cream scoop. “Josh’s ice cream that I’ll have to replace later.” He fills bowls with ice cream and sprays the whipped scream on top. “Unfortunately he doesn’t have cherries.”

“I thought Josh couldn’t have sugar or dairy.” You say as you take a spoon from his hand.

“He treats himself to it once in a while.” Jake says. “If anything, I’m helping him not eat sugar and saving his vocal chords.” You giggle making him smile.

“Thoughtful brother.” You say before taking a bite of the ice cream.

Finishing the ice cream in your bowl, you look over at Jake to find him licking off the rest of his ice cream off of his spoon. You giggle when you see a dribble of ice cream on the corner of his mouth.

“What are you laughing at?” He says as he sets his spoon in his bowl.

“You have ice cream..” You say pointing to the spot on your mouth. “Here..” You grab a napkin off the counter and reach over to wipe it off of him. You didn’t realize how close you had gotten until you felt his breath breeze against your lips. You pull away clearing your throat and slide off the stool to toss the napkin away and put your dishes in the sink.

He reaches over you to place his own in the sink. With him being so close to you, you can feel how hard he is. His hands ghost across your hips as he brushes his own hips against your backside. You knew you shouldn’t be allowing this, you barely knew him but at the same time, you didn’t want him to stop. His hands moved your hips and around to your front side.

“Jake…” You breathe.

“Hmmm?” He hums against the nape of your neck.

“We shouldn’t do this..” You say. “You don’t even know me.”

“Then let me take you upstairs and get to know you.” He says.

You look out the kitchen window to find Danny still engrossed in a conversation but with someone different. The feeling Jake was giving you was too difficult to ignore or deny. You weren’t wrong. You barely knew each other, but damn you wanted to feel him inside of you.

“But if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.” He says. “I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.”

The little angel on your shoulder kept telling you to say stop, that this wasn’t right. But the devil on your other shoulder kept telling you to do it. Let him make you feel good. He’s so attractive and you know that he knows how to use his fingers.

“(Y/N)?” Jake says as he steps away from you.

You turn to face him. “Just this once.” You say before grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs. He switches positions and pulls you into one of the guest rooms and closes the door before shoving you against it.

“I’ve been looking at you all day.” He says as he holds your face in his hands. He presses his lips to yours as he grinds against you. “I’ve only seen you in photos that you’ve taken with Danny but you’re much more beautiful in person.” He removes one of his hands from your face and moves it down between your thighs. He slowly moves his hand underneath your dress and presses his fingers against the fabric of your underwear. He hums against your lips as you moan. “You’re already so wet for me…”

“Don’t get too cocky.”

“Too late.” He removes his hand and presses his hips back against yours. “I already am..” He whispers into your ear.

He pulls you off the door and walks you back to the bed before laying you down on your back. He pushes your dress up your body and pulls your underwear off.

“Is that okay?” He asks. You nod your head. He runs his hands down on your thighs and comes to a stop at your center. He circles his thumb around your folds before gently pressing into your clit. A moan falls from your lips making a smirk grow on his face. “You like that?” You nod your head as you bite your lip. Slowly he takes his index and middle fingers and gently inserts them inside of you. “Is that alright?” He asks.

“Y-Yeah–Oh–” You moan, feeling him begin to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck, Jake..”

“That’s it..” Jake hums. He leans over you and presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I want to hear you say my name.”

Your hands grip his arm as his movements speed up and you feel him dragging his fingers along the right spots. “Jake..“ You moan. “Jake, I-”

“Ride it out for me..” He says against the skin of your neck. “I want to feel you on my fingers.”

The heat burns in your belly, your toes curling as you clutch tightly to his arm. You hear his voice echo in your head as he coaches you through your orgasm. You then feel him remove his fingers from inside you, the warm feeling dissipating making you whine. He chuckles and pushes off the bed.

“You’re so needy..” He scoffs as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the floor.

He hovers over top of you and props himself up on his hands beside your head.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He asks.

You nod your head. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay.” He confirms before pushing off of the bed. He grabs his pants and fishes his wallet out to retrieve a condom. “Safety first..”

You scoff and shake your head. “You’re such a dork.”

He chuckles and rips open the small package and slips the condom on his dick before repositioning himself between your legs. Pushing your dress up your hips and lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly pushes himself in making you both groan.

“Are you okay?” He asks, noticing your body tense.

You nod your head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He slowly pulls himself out before thrusting back inside. His hands grip the sheets beside your head as he picks up his pace. You claw at his back and wrap your legs around his waist to pull his body closer.

“Fuck fuck…” He groans as he buries his face into the crook of his neck. “Baby you feel so good…”

“Jake, faster, please…”

“As you wish, baby.” He says.

The sounds that fill the room are nothing less than pornographic which only made the whole interaction even more hot. Neither of you cared how loud you were either, no one would be able to hear you over the loud music playing outside.

He feels your walls clench around his cock and his fists tighten around the sheets that he still clutches in his hands. He groans in pleasure and keeps thrusting into you. Roughly but pleasure filled.

“Jake.. I’m gonna..”

“Let it happen.” He says. He releases his right hand and brings it down to your center. He rubs your clit with his thumb as he presses his lips against yours. You can feel it happening again. The same familiar feeling of heat burning in your core.

“Jake.. Oh god..”

“That’s it, love.” He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you through your second orgasm. You know he’s getting close to his own as his thrusts grow sloppy. Suddenly he grows stiff and his head falls onto your chest. “Fuck that was so good baby..”

You wince as he pulls out of you. He steps into the bathroom and grabs a washcloth to dampen and brings it back out to wash you. He discards the washcloth after cleaning you up into the nearest hamper and the used condom in the trash can.

You grab your underwear from the floor and slip them back on. He grabs his boxers and pants and pulls them back on.

The two of you make your way back downstairs. Jake slips out to the backyard first leaving you in the kitchen. You see Danny step inside and he flashes you a smile. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” He says. “Been in here the whole time?”

“Uh yeah, I just needed some space from the party. Got a little overwhelmed.”

Danny hums and walks over to the counter. “Did Jake keep you company?”

“Yeah, we.. We talked.”

Danny nods his head. “And ate Josh’s ice cream?” He says raising an eyebrow with a smirk plastered on his face when noticing the empty carton on the counter.

“Don’t say anything.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Scouts honor..” He says as he dumps the empty carton into the trash can. “Although you should probably get better at hiding the evidence. Come on, they’re about to cut the cake.”

Following Danny out to the backyard, the two of you step underneath the tent and he hands you a fresh glass of champagne. “I’m supposed to drive.” You tell him.

“Just as a toast.” Danny says.

“Okay..” You take the glass for his hand.

Feeling eyes on your back, you glance over your shoulder to see Jake standing not too far away with a refilled glass in his hand. He tips his glass to you and gives you a subtle nod of his head. You turn your head back to face forward to pay attention to Josh’s little speech. –

Two Weeks Later

–

You hadn’t been in contact with Jake since Josh’s party. Though you were surprised to find that he stuck to the deal of your one time hookup only being the one time. Even when Danny invited you to the studio to listen to what they’ve been working on–which doesn’t happen all that often–Jake kept his distance. Only engaging in conversation when it was something he was interested in.

After the small studio session, you follow Jake out to the parking lot and stop him at his car. “Okay, when I said it was a one time thing, I didn’t mean you had to ignore me too.”

He turns to face you after opening his car door. “I’m not ignoring you.” He says. “However, no one knows what we did that night, except you and me.”

“Yeah but-”

“Hey (Y/N)!” Danny calls as he and Sam step out of the building. “We’re gonna grab something to eat, want to join?”

“I actually already asked her if she wanted to grab something.” Jake says. “Sorry Daniel.” He gives him a smirk.

Danny chuckles. “Just don’t get her killed.” He turns to look at you. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need me to beat him up.”

“I’m standing right here.” Jake says.

Danny laughs. “I’m just kidding. Have fun, we’ll see you two later.” He says turning away and running across the lot to catch up to Sam at his car.

You turn back to face Jake and fold your arms over your chest. “Are we really getting food?” You say.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Something like that.” He says. “Get in.”

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He shoves you into the wall beside the front door as he kisses you. His hands roam up underneath your shirt, his thumbs rubbing over your already hardened nipples. He pulls away just long enough to grab the ends of your shirt and pull it over your head.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the party.” He says against your lips.

“We made a deal, it’d only be one time.”

“Mmmm, well tell me to stop and I will.” He says. “Like I said before, I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.” His hands are planted on the wall on both sides of your head. You look up into his eyes and find them searching your own.

Truthfully you couldn’t deny that you’ve been wanting to be with him again. You’ve been craving his touch for weeks now. The way his hands felt when they grabbed your hips or how easily he found all of your sweet spots. You loved feeling his soft lips on yours. It was all intoxicating and you craved every second of it.

“Hello? Are you alive in there?” He says gently tapping the side of your head.

Blinking a few times, you lick your lips and tuck your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, I-”

“You don’t want to do this.” He pushes off the wall and bends over to pick up your shirt from the floor and hands it to you.

“No, Jake–”

“I’m sorry, this was a mistake..” He says, shaking his head and walking away.

Pulling your shirt back on, you follow after him down the hall and grab his arm to turn him around. You press your lips to his, your hands finding his hips and pulling him into you. After a minute of just kissing, you pull away and open your eyes to look at him.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about.” You admit. “And just then, I kept imagining your hands all over me, in me.. I spaced.”

He chuckles and brushes his hand across your cheek. He leans down and presses his lips to yours. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you pressed against him. “You know if Danny finds out, he might kill me.” He says, his lips ghosting yours. His nose brushes the skin of your cheek as he kisses your jaw. “But I don’t care..”

Dropping his hands to your thighs, he lifts you onto his waist and starts to carry you up the stairs. His brain, unable to multitask, causes his foot to miss a step and the two of you fall onto the stairs.

“Oh god, I’m sorry..” He quickly apologizes. You both laugh and you pull him down on top of you.

“Fuck me right here Jake.”

His eyebrows scrunch together. “On the stairs?”

You nod your head. Pushing him off of you and onto the stairs, you grab his belt and undo it before unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips off the stairs, just enough for you to be able to pull them, and his boxers, down his hips and his legs. Slipping out of your jeans and underwear, you straddle his lap and roughly kiss him.

“Have you ever had sex on the stairs before?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “Not once.”

“Well, now you can say that you have.” You roll your hips against his and his head falls back against the step as he groans.

“I can already feel how wet you are.” His hands find their way to your hips.

You slightly lift yourself up and line him up with your entrance before you slowly sink back down on him allowing him to fill you. You moaned in the pleasure of him stretching you out. His moans match yours as his hands tighten on your hips. Once again you roll your hips and he groans. Lifting yourself ever so lightly you drop back down and repeat the action until you find a steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so–” He cuts himself off with a moan and thrusts his hips up into yours driving himself deeper inside of you.

Your knees were pressed tightly into the wooden flooring of his stairs but the pleasure outweighed the pain. You were too desperate to chase your high to be worrying about anything else.

He reaches behind your neck and pulls you down to him and roughly kisses you. As he thrusts up into you, he grips a fistful of your hair in his hand and yanks your head back. Both of you are gasping and moaning. He feels you clenching around his dick which only makes him pump himself in you faster.

“Do it with me..” He says. “I want to feel you.” Unable to form any words, you nod your head vigorously as you feel the intense wave of your orgasm bloom. “That’s it baby,” He gently spoke as he let go of your hair and gently ran his hand along your cheek. You rest the side of your face into the palm of his hand as you continue riding him. You can feel him releasing in you as he reaches his own. You open your eyes to look at him to find his face scrunched up, similar to how he plays his guitar when he’s deep into his trance.

Soon the two of you come down from your high and you fall onto his chest as he stays buried in you. His hand comes to rest on your back and you feel him softly rub it.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head against his chest and a smile forms on his face. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” He carefully slides out of you and helps you stand. He notices how red your knees are and he winces. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

“Jake, I promise, I’m fine.” You say reassuring him. “I feel like Bambi learning to walk for the first time though..”

He chuckles before wrapping his arm around you and helping you up the stairs to his bathroom where he draws you a bath. “Just relax for a bit while I go get our clothes.”

He comes back a couple minutes later and retrieves a washcloth from the linen closet. “Oh to see Jake Kiszka walking around his own home butt naked is truly a sight to see.” You say making him chuckle.

After cleaning up the both of you and relaxing in the tub for a little bit, the two of you get out and he brings you over to his bed. He grabs a pair of pajama pants and a shirt and helps you get dressed.

“Such a gentleman.”

He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. “I try.”

“Umm,” You hum. “Do you have a guest room I should stay in?”

Jake falls down on the bed and looks up at you with a confused look. “I mean.. I do.. But why would you want to sleep in there?” He says.

“Well, I just figured–I’ve never slept over and–”

Jake chuckles and shakes his head. He pats the bed beside him. “It’s no big deal if we share a bed.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

Jake nods his head. “I don’t bite.” He says with a smirk.

Taking in a deep breath, you walk over to the bed and climb up on it. He motions you closer to him and he wraps his arm around you. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote to his tv. Turning it on, he scrolls aimlessly through the guide before choosing a random movie that happened to be on.

You find yourself drifting off to sleep with your head on his chest. His arm is still wrapped around your body and you feel him drawing soft designs on the skin of your hip. It wasn’t long until you were fully knocked out.

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HAPPY 1k FOLLOWERS !!

Rules!!

ALSO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!

1st: This is a different Event! 

All of the fics will be based off songs from my playlist! 

(MUSIC IS THERAPEUTIC!)

I will interpret the meaning and kinky them up and stuff!

You’ll be able to choose which character would fit the best with it! Most likely, it won’t be easy to choose so I’ll be making two versions with different characters each.

2nd: Here’s my no-no list!

M*ri and any minors 

S3xual assault / R@pe

Any weird kinks (p1ss, sc@t, vom1t, hardcore stuff, etc.)

3rd: This is a nsfw Event only, but maybe, I’ll open up a sfw one after!

4th: Here’s my character list!

Chuuya Nakahara

Dazai Osamu

PM! Dazai Osamu (18 ofc)

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Fyodor Dostoevsky 

Nikolai Gogol

Ranpo Edogawa

Edgar Allen Poe

Tetchou Suehiro

Jouno Saigiku

Fukuzawa Yukichi

(THREE NEW CHARACTERS!)

5th: Requesting should go like this;

"Hi! I personally think that day four would really fit with Dazai! Could I request him with a afab!Reader please?" 

And to make it better, I will genderbend SOME characters! But only for fem!/afab!Reader tho!

Also mention what gender the reader should be: fem!/afab!/gn!/amab!Reader (trying amab! too!)

6th: Please be patient. 

Lately things have been fucking with me, so I may be a little slower or even take breaks! Writersblock can appear any time.

7th: Au's will and can be included, example; College!Au, Modern!Au, etc.

1st day: 

"I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight.."

— You and your partner went out on a date, sitting in their car, you guys got heated while enjoying the moonlight..

Tags: making out, car sex,modern!au, soft sex, praise kink, pet names, etc.

2nd day:

"He had a cigarette with his number on it, (and) gave it over to me.."

— You boss called you to their office, wanting to 'talk' with you. But no need to worry, they just want to reward you for being good!

Tags: office!/normal!au, Office sex, teasing?, praise kink, pet names, etc.

3rd day:

"I hope, you’re ready, for what I’m about to do.."

—  You/Your Partner notice your/they’re kinda feeling low today, so you/they decide to cheer them/you up a little!

Tags: Oral sex, normal!au, praise kink/degradation kink, pet names, stress relief, etc.

4th day:

"He tore my clothes right off, he ate my heart and then he ate my brain.."

— A incubus, who was in a need of energy, needed you, really bad. So you let him fill you up!

Tags: Monster fucking?, incubus!au, praise/degrading kink, breeding kink, petnames, rough sex, cream pie, overstimulation, etc.

5th day:

"I’m gonna fuck you up, fuck you until you ask me for more.."

— You went out to a party with your partner, but someone tried flirting with you! So they got a little jelly!

Tags: Jealous sex, normal/modern!au, rough sex, praise/degrading kink, teasing, overstimulation, petnames, etc.

6th day:

"Buckle up, tonight I’m gonna give it to you stronger. Heads up, we can go a little longer.."

— During 'it', you got a little carried away. You needed to cum, so you got a little rougher, which made them get more submissive..

Tags: Switch!Character, normal!au, fingering, teasing, taking control, hickeys, overstimulation, petnames, etc.

7th day: 

"You’re dangerous, I’m loving it.." 

—  Your Partner/You are known to be the most dangerous person to Yokohama, but still, they/you can’t resist you/them..

Tags: Normal!au, marking, overstimulation?,slight breeding(?), petnames,  etc.

8th day: 

"As you recall, you know I love to show off.."

— Your Partner loves you very much, and they make sure you and everyone else knows, by showing you off. Bringing you gifts, kisses, cuddles and most importantly, making you feel good!

Tags: Modern!/Normal!au, passionate sex, overstimulation?, praising kink, foreplay, pet names, etc.

9th day: 

"'Cause I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl.." 

— Now the tables turned; someone was flirting with your partner?! You can’t help but feel jealous. You can decide, they could make you theirs or you’ll make them yours!

Tags: Jealous sex (2nd), modern!/normal!au, praising kink, pet names, overstimulation, teasing, etc.

10th day:

"Treat me like a slut, little bitch who loves to fuck.."

— You and your partner didn’t do it for a while, which had you sexually frustrated. So you were a brat, and how do you tame one? Easy, you fuck ‘em into oblivion!

Tags: Brat taming, rough sex, overstimulation/edging (u decide), (loving/degrading) pet names, etc.

Also, if you have any song-fic ideas feel free to request! 

Maybe smth like this;

"So, I had a idea for another song fic! The song "she’s so nice" by nice guy where the reader is like really nice but (character) fucks them really rough and calls them their slut? Also the reader's an afab?"

(Yes, mention what gender you want)

So can’t wait for your requests!! :3

Again, we’ve come so far! I can’t believe I have 1k People who like my works, so thank you all so much!!

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bobal (9) - jenna ortega please? ❤️‍🩹

❝Unfinished Paths❞

Character: Tara Carpenter

Words: 1117

Warnings: none

Wine: Bobal

Number: 9

Prompt: exes to lovers - both ending up in the same small town 8 years later…what could possibly happen?

❝prompts with wine❞

I really tried to write for Jenna, but as the text developed I realized that it was better for Tara, nothing makes much sense, but I hope you like it. There's no happy ending here, just anguish.

"It's so strange that we've ended up here together after all these years, but you still don't want to talk to me. You're just going to spend the whole evening drinking wine and eating takeaway, aren't you?" she asked. You had no idea why you always had to talk about these things now, always at the wrong time. Why couldn't you just get on with it as an adult? 

"Are you sure you don't want to get drunk one last time before you leave for New York? We haven't done that since we graduated from high school." - It was true; you hadn't even realized it until now. Should you have known that your only friend and girlfriend, ex now, would be living in New York City after she finally graduated, after all the turbulent events how could she go on in Woodboro? You should have known that one day that relationship would end and leave a gaping wound in your chest, even after years it still hurt so much... And yet, he didn't seem to care. Could it be that she was so used to it? So used to it that she no longer missed him?  Miss the relationship they had?

No, it wasn't that at all. No. There was something else bothering her. The point was that there was nothing wrong with her. She had always been kind to you, and still was. She was kind and helpful and very pretty. But it was more than that. The way she said things made them seem a little different from what they really were. Not in a bad way, of course, because how would she know what she wanted if her life revolved around the past, around what other people wanted? She probably wouldn't understand that at all, she wouldn't understand herself. It was just that she seemed to expect you to respond in the same way that everyone else did. And that... wasn't right at all.

There was something else wrong with her, you realized now, something beyond all the troubled events of the last few years. The reason you never wanted to think about her again was because you knew exactly what it was. Because you remembered. You had been best friends before graduation. Girlfriends. And then she'd gone to New York City and you'd broken up and then barely talked for months. Now, suddenly, you were back in the same city? What had happened between then and now? Why did you feel so lonely? What was she hiding? What had changed? Why was everything so much easier before than now? Everything was still "the same", but it felt like things had changed so much. Why couldn't you understand? Why couldn't you see the signs? Why couldn't she? Was there a part of her that wasn't even there anymore? Something inside her was gone. You knew that. He had seen it happen many times before. But when? When? Where? Had it been before or after graduation? Had you even had a normal conversation? Or were you the only one who had noticed? It was so strange; you wished you could just ask her the questions you were thinking, but you didn't think she would answer them anyway. And you really didn't want to know.

"I'm sorry to keep bringing it up," she continued. "But it seems that every time I try to mention it, you run away like the plague. Remember our first date? Remember how uncomfortable we were at first? Remember how nervous and awkward we were when we tried to kiss? Can't we just start again?"

Yes. Yes, they could. You remembered. You also remembered that it had been amazing and wonderful, everything that should happen with a first kiss. So why did you feel so miserable now? You looked down at the table, remembering those days. Your eyes fixed on his face before you slowly shook your head in denial. "That's not it at all. We went on lots of dates and kissed several times. Don't get me wrong. I love kissing you. More than anything. And I can promise you that I would never push you away to avoid kissing you." It may have sounded silly, but honestly, you meant every word you were saying. You loved kissing her. It had been the only time you had really felt happy, fulfilled and alive. It had been perfect. And maybe you needed to go out with her to forget about it for a while and create new memories with someone else. Someone other than her. And Tara, someone who wasn't you. "But I can't. I really like you. But I can't..."

She frowned in confusion, also looking perplexed. "Why? If that's really the case, then why are you so determined not to see me, not to be with me?"

Because you couldn't do that. "Because I want to. Very much. I want to see you all the time. But I can't. Because my life is here in Woodsboro. This is my home. And I don't belong anywhere else. I mean, it may sound silly, but I love this town. It's where I belong. My family is here. And my work is here. And my friends are here, and my girlfriend is here..." You stopped when she opened her mouth to speak again. That was very difficult to explain. You had to find some kind of excuse. "And I've decided to stay here, I know everything that's happened has been terrible, but I'm just leaving here to pursue my life in Boston, where my girlfriend's family lives. And maybe I'll go on like this forever. Maybe it's selfish, but I'm not going to let anything else ruin my perfect life here in Woodsboro or Boston maybe..."

She stared at you, clearly not liking the answer that came out of your mouth. Her lips formed an "o", obviously not expecting it. "I see," she finally replied. She stood up abruptly and turned to leave the restaurant. "Well then, I guess we should move on. Goodbye, Y/n. Have a good night."

You said nothing. Simply watched her walk away. You hated yourself so much. You were a coward. It was just that you were afraid. Afraid to accept what had happened before your graduation. Afraid to accept what was happening now. Afraid that maybe it was a big mistake, a sign, something that would change everything. And, above all, afraid that you were falling in love with someone who wouldn't fall in love with who you were now. That was your biggest fear. That you would become just another person she would fall in love with, but who would never be good enough.

© rougevingirl - scream and horror writer

[merakiui]

please please PLEASE write alpha stalker jade!!

only if you want to ofc it just sounds amazing <3

THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME!!!

(cw: yandere, omegaverse/abo, stalking, nsfw, intoxication/alcohol, mention of breeding, reader is an omega but no pronouns are written, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, characters written as 18+)

Jade Leech encounters an angel on Halloween night.

Your forehead is lowered on crossed arms, the halo headband resting abandoned on a table crowded with plastic cups, shot glasses, and other forgotten items (someone's ID card, a ring of keys, tangled earphones...), and there are noises and scents all around you. From the music streaming in from the speakers in a volume so loud it reverberates through his entire body to the smells of various omega, beta, and alpha partygoers, everything seems to wrap itself around you in a thin shroud, nearly drowning out your own scent in all of the chaos. Nearly. Amidst all of these distractions, there's one that's unmistakably sweet. Overbearing and mind-numbing, it's almost candied, and Jade suspects it might be coming from you.

He wonders if you're just intoxicated or dead. Maybe even crossed. Possibly dead. Or maybe you just died and now your corpse is sitting slumped while the party goes on, couples pressing each other against the walls, friends daring one another to chug, chug, chug, and alphas dragging their latest hook-ups into spare rooms. He thinks of how grotesque the clean-up will be come the morning. How much filth will accumulate in your body as it stiffens and goes through the stages of rigor mortis. How horrified the hungover stragglers will be when they attempt to rouse you, only to find you've been dead for hours.

Is it bad luck to die on Halloween night? He's on the verge of wondering whether your restless soul will choose to haunt a house that almost always reeks of sex and alcohol when another disturbed thought pushes past everything else. If you died, would the Headmage cancel classes so that everyone could grieve (or in other words: sleep in and ignore responsibilities for a day)? That would be most beneficial. He's been wanting to set aside a day for a mountain hike.

But then your shoulders shift and you groan, a low, stifled sort of sound that has his ears pricking, and he realizes you're not dead. He won't get that mountain hike anytime soon. A pity. You're intoxicated, but not dead. And it's when he shakes you awake and you lift your head to face him with unfocused eyes, lips dry and quivering, that he learns you're not drugged. But you are in heat, which is arguably more dangerous than a high right now. He can tell with how prominent your scent's getting, and it encases him in a field of wildflowers and honey.

It’s not strong enough to disturb the entire party, but any nearby alpha might recognize that someone in this room has gone into heat. For once he’s grateful that the other scents clash with yours. It keeps his senses perfectly aligned, even through all of the chaos that surrounds him.

Jade's not sure why he bothers to attend these gatherings. It was Floyd who'd dragged him out of the comfort of his room, claiming that he'd spent too much time scribbling in his nature journals and that he ought to have a little fun. And, while he's at it, try his luck with the interesting people at this party. Jade had doubted him. Floyd usually thinks everything and everyone is fun, and he probably wouldn’t share Jade's negative view on omegas if he were to bring it up. He doesn't hate them. He just finds them...troublesome.

So to be stuck with one that's just gone into heat, with Floyd conveniently out of sight, he considers his options. He could leave you here, let some other unfortunate soul stumble upon you, and he can return to his dorm with a clear head. If you're lucky, they'll be a saint and they'll help you. If they're not, you might wake mated and claimed. That wouldn’t be so bad, right? He’s heard that all omegas beg for it in the throes of their heats. If anything, he’s doing you a favor.

But before he can come to a decision, a trio pop into his peripheral, individual expressions portraying concern, relief, and amusement. Jade has made it his mission to commit faces and names to memory, and their identities do not escape him. Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, and Ace Trappola—all first years who have made quite the names for themselves in recent months. Two of them—Ace and the other who’s currently absent from their little group—have gotten into trouble with the Headmage more times than you can count on your fingers.

Jade, who had once been bent to your height, rises as they approach, a disarming smile adorning his features. “I suspect you’ve been looking for your friend?”

Jack nods, his nose twitching. His features harden and his eyes flick from you, who has just lowered your head back onto the table, and then to Jade. “How long have you been with (Name)?”

So that’s your name. He was content to call you the Departed Angel…or something befitting your current predicament. The Dead Drunk sounds fun. He wonders what nicknames Floyd might come up with if he were here.

“Only a few minutes.” Though few is relative here. It’s probably been far more than a few. “You may have your (Name) back.”

Ace barks out a laugh. “I don’t suppose you want something in return for playing caretaker, huh?”

“You were supposed to be the caretaker, dumbass!” Epel interjects with a huff. “And where’s Deuce? He said he’d help out, too.”

“I only left to get a drink. Not my fault (Name) wandered.” Ace sticks his tongue out at Epel, who swings at him with a clenched first. Jade watches as Ace easily sidesteps the attempted attack, laughing down at Epel as the smaller of the two tries to reach up to wring his neck.

It’s Jack who draws his attention next. “Ignore them.” He crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Well, your help’s appreciated. Like Ace said, you probably want something, so just let me know and I’ll get it for you.”

A reward sounds nice, but these first years have nothing substantial and Jade’s not very interested in whatever prize they might scrounge up for him.

“That won’t be necessary.” He glances at you. “Although you should keep a closer eye on your friends, especially those who are prone to…biological inconveniences.”

Jack sniffs at him, hackles raising. Of course he’d be on high alert with another alpha in the vicinity of an omega in heat, especially if said omega is his close friend. Jade could feign offense if he really wanted to, mumble about how sad it is that Jack’s looking at him with accusatory eyes, but he’s overstayed his welcome. The last thing he needs is to be further tangled up in this mess, so he bows his head slightly, wishing the group a pleasant farewell, and steps into the throng of people. He can feel Jack’s stare on him the entire time he expertly weaves himself through to the front door.

And when he’s outside, where people linger, some passed out on the grass and others heading to cars, he thinks he can still smell you.

Jade’s not sure how he’s never met you. In the week that follows, he learns from Floyd (who had been quick to pick up on your scent once the both of them were home) that you’re almost always with those first years. He’s talked with you a few times, says you tell him the funniest things, says your smell is nice and tempting. Of course Floyd is acquainted with you. His brother is known by everyone, even if it’s for reasons that aren’t so pure. Jade tries to think back on whether Floyd’s brought you back to their dorm before. Probably not. He would have remembered your scent because it’s so cloying. In the short time he spent with you at that party, your scent had stayed with him for the remainder of his night, as if it had become a second skin.

It’s not an unpleasant scent. It’s floral enough to entice any alpha who might want a cute thing with an even cuter smell. But he can’t get over how it...sticks. Like blood on a mirror, like spat teeth on tile, like mud on carpet, your smell always clings like the most effective perfume. It’s annoyingly distracting and perfectly good at straying his thoughts when he’s trying to dwell on important matters.

Jade catches it as he’s leaving the classroom and he turns his head just in time to spot you as you walk alongside another student with dark hair. Deuce Spade, if his observation isn’t wrong. He goes through the list in his head as he lingers in the hall, fixing his eyes on his phone to look busy. Jack is an alpha, Epel is an omega, Ace is a beta, and Deuce is... Well, he thinks he’s an alpha. But he doesn’t exactly give off the tell-tale vibe most alphas have. With the way he’s smiling so sweetly at you, his cheeks colored pink, it doesn’t take a genius to theorize where his heart may lie. Either that, or he’s just always this enthusiastic when he’s with you. Jade highly doubts that second one.

He can understand the appeal of omegas. They’re weaker than alphas, they’re easier to breed, and they’re always so reliant when in heat. And when you stand beside Deuce, you look so much smaller than you actually are.

“I already told you my heat ended yesterday. You don’t have to guard me anymore,” you’re saying as the both of you pass him, an airy chuckle escaping your pretty lips. Neither of you pay him any mind. “Honestly, I thought it’d never end. They’re never pleasant to get through.”

Jade peers up from his screen just as Deuce opens the door for you. 

“I know, I know. But... Well...” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “You can never be too careful. Plus, I feel really bad for losing you at the party. Just consider this part of my apology!” 

“Thank you, my knight in shining armor,” you tease and he flusters. “I appreciate it.”

Jade stuffs his phone into his pocket and moves to follow the both of you through the door, smiling pleasantly when Deuce holds it for him as well. He walks slowly behind the both of you, looking as natural as the others filing in and out of the building, a sly chameleon against a neutral backdrop. You and Deuce walk down the stairs, still wrapped in conversation. 

“R-Right! Well... J-Just so you know...” His voice softens into an anxious whisper as he forces the words out. “I... I wouldn’t mind helping you. J-Just to shorten the time, you know? I’ve heard lots of omegas do it, and we’re friends, so it really wouldn’t be anything weird unless I make it weird—” He cuts himself off with a cough, and Jade is so relieved. That was getting painful to listen to.

“Sure. I don’t see why not.” Your nonchalant answer has Deuce turning at once, his eyes blown wide in disbelief. Even Jade finds his curiosity growing. “I mean, it would really help me out. I have a lot of friends who’ve said it works. I think it’s worth a try.”

“I won’t let you down!” he exclaims and a few heads turn. Chuckling sheepishly, he lowers his voice. “You can count on me. I promise I’ll make it bearable for you.”

“I trust you.”

Deuce smiles again, this time not as shyly as before, and turns the corner with you. Jade intends to follow, but an arm wraps around his neck and he hunches as a familiar weight presses itself on his shoulders.

“I’m hungry.”

A halfhearted smile twists his lips up. Only Floyd could succeed in disturbing his people-watching when he least expects it. “What a coincidence. I was just on my way to the cafeteria. Shall we go together?”

Floyd grins and tugs Jade in the opposite direction. He supposes he’ll see you around. This campus may be large, but his curiosity is larger and it’s certain to lead him back to you one way or another.

And it does.

It’s been a month since that off-campus party and he surmises your next heat will be spent with that Heartslabyul first year. You’ll probably smell of him, but at least you won’t be at a stranger’s mercy. Somehow knowing that you have someone to rely on sparks an odd itch within Jade. It makes sense that you’d get help from your alpha friend. He’s offered and he seems trustworthy—a genuine guy with genuine feelings—but Jade can’t help wondering what difference it makes. Other than cutting the time and discomfort down, nothing truly changes.

If anything, you’ll probably end up breaking poor Deuce’s heart if he’s truly in it for more than simple ‘friends must help friends’ nonsense. This is another reason why Jade’s not fond of omegas. They’re a liability, extra baggage, a source of distraction. And yet Floyd seems to love them, especially you. He’s caught his brother striding after you when he’s in the mood to play and tease, and you’ll always entertain him with your usual smile. You’re always smiling, Jade’s realized, so much that he wonders if you can even replicate other emotions on that face of yours.

The next time he meets his Departed Angel it’s in the botanical gardens. You’re tending to some of your plants, each row filled with vibrant, healthy sprouts. You’re oblivious to the mismatched stare that’s pinned itself to your backside. Jade peers at you through tropical shrubbery, wide palms and leaves providing the perfect shield for him. He grips the watering can in tight hands as he observes you. He wonders what you might do if he grabbed you and pulled you into the plants, one hand on your waist and the other on your mouth. He wonders if you’d smell more like him if he scented you enough times to wash off Deuce. Maybe, just maybe, you might find his scent mixes well with yours. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll want him.

He pushes such foolish thoughts aside almost immediately. Since when have your desires mattered to him? Since when has he ever wanted you to notice him, to want him, to look his way? Since he started observing you when he’s given the chance. Since he started filling a spare nature notebook with snippets of information he’s gleaned from his observations. The humidity of the botanical gardens might be getting to his head, for there’s no way he’d ever covet an omega.

Your head turns at the sound of rustling and he melts into obscurity, no longer visible through the dense shrubbery. His gloved hand covers his mouth, hiding a growing smile.

This must be love, surely.

He’s never felt this intense love for another living thing before. Sure, he loves Floyd and his mother and father, but that’s a different kind of love. That sort of love can’t compare to the other love. It’s the other love that’s difficult. The love that seems to elude him. The love that’s never present when he tracks down debtors who owe Azul. The love that is remorseless when he’s bruised and bloodied his knuckles, when he straightens his disheveled appearance, and frowns at the unsightly images at his feet.

This emotion—this thing he’s certain is love—is just as sweet as your scent. And for once he’s pleased it sticks.

Like the meeting in the botanical gardens, Jade meets his angel in various places on school grounds. Leaving the Mystery Shop, walking to the cafeteria, eating amongst your friends, getting closer to Deuce, running laps around the track with Jack, cooking in the kitchen late at night with Epel, Ace, and Sebek, and getting closer to Deuce… Oh, that’s an issue. A recurring one at that—a monthly issue.

Jade has met you countless times. He’s even visited your bedside while you were stuck in a dream, perfectly unaware of the treasures he’s taken from your room. It’s nothing you won’t miss. Just some items that smell pleasantly of you. He’s never realized how addictive your scent is until he’s wrapped his hand around his cock, pressing the fabric of your underwear against his nose to keep your scent close. The effect you have on him is maddening. You have no idea what you do to him and all this time you’re busy using Deuce to deal with your heats. Deuce, of all students! When it should be Jade who helps you, who presses kisses to your warm skin, who takes such good care of you when your rationality leaves you and you become so omega-brained and compliant. So ready to be marked and bred.

He’d be so good to you. Jade’s never been with an omega before, but he knows what you like. He’s certain of this. He knows you’d want nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his cock, to be claimed by him, to be bonded with him for the rest of your life. He’d treat you so well. He’d kiss the tears from your eyes when you wail about how he’s too big, how it’s too much, how he needs to slow down. He’ll hold you close when he cums, pressing his hips against you and driving his cock so deep inside you so that you’ll be truly filled. And he knows you’ll take his knot so well! You were made to be his omega, after all. From the moment he saw you, you were his. It’s always been this way.

The next time Jade meets you it’s just outside your window. And this time you’re wrapped up in Deuce’s embrace. And this time he can feel something inside him breaking. The terrarium that is his heart is cracking and splintering, glass shards severing heartstrings. Not from heartbreak. Not from anger.

Envy is a fickle thing. He cannot fathom the fact that he’s envious of Deuce Spade. It should be he who holds you. It should be he who fucks you through your heats. It should be he who takes care of you in the aftermath with sweet cuddles.

The next time Jade meets his angel it’s the winter holiday.

“Can we bring shrimpy back with us? Pleaseee? Can we? Can we?!” Floyd’s hands are on your shoulders as he steers you towards the Hall of Mirrors, an eager glint in his eyes.

Jade can’t stop the chuckle that rises in his throat, nor does he filter the accompanying jest. “The Mostro Lounge could use a mascot. I’m sure Azul wouldn’t object.”

And with that you finally look at him. And your laugh is so lovely. And the amusement on your face is so real. And your scent is a daydream he doesn’t want to be roused from. And your unclaimed neck is a temptation he’s struggling to ignore.

He dines alongside his angel that day, and it’s a shame he didn’t choose to cook today’s meal. He could have used that opportunity to compromise your portion. But he’s a patient merman. He’s diligently kept track of your heat cycles. He knows it’ll only be a few days before you’re completely consumed by carnal instincts and desires. He’ll wait.

If Jade had any idea of what you’re like in the midst of your heat, it certainly wasn’t anything like this. You’ve surpassed the early stages of strayed focus, snuffed senses, needy whimpers and mewls, and have accumulated so much slick between your cute, plush thighs that he’s certain his cock will slip in with ease. Jade could smell you the minute he stood before your door, his fist rapping on it. He’s known what state you were in long before he came here and just as his notes read your heat has begun. He’d let you suffer the first few hours, to really make you desperate with cravings, and it seems to have worked, for your scent nearly topples him with its overwhelming sweetness and intensity.

Even he has to take a moment to regroup—to clear his head and focus on the prepackaged meal he’s brought you (a clever cover; he had no idea your heat’s upon you! What terrible timing…or something along those lines. He doubts the lie will matter when your brain is hazy and your body is begging for alpha dick). Your scent is so strong, so cloying, so sweet, so tempting… He almost crushes the container in his hands from the sheer force with which he holds it. He’s certain his eyes are blown wide, all pupil, and he knows that standing here will only be more torturous if he doesn’t do anything about the strain in his trousers or the stifled, heavy breaths that slip past his lips.

It was easy to get in through the front door. You’d left it unlocked. Surely you’re inviting him in. Surely you feel the same love he feels for you. But when he opens your bedroom door—and Great Seven is he just barely holding onto restraint—there’s confusion amidst the daze in your eyes.

“Where’s Deuce?” Your voice is so small and soft, thick with desire.

Jade smiles at you as he shrugs out of his jacket. “He’s entrusted me to take care of you in his absence.”

Your head falls back against your pillow and your skin looks like the perfect canvas. You mumble something about how you want Deuce and that irks Jade more than he would like to admit. But he forces another smile and climbs on top of you once he’s fully undressed, abandoning his clothes in a pile on the floor. He’s releasing his own scent, so strong it has you whimpering, grabbing at his forearms when they cage you in, your legs spreading on instinct. As expected of an omega, you’re responding to his own dominating scent so well. And this is just another observation, but he’s certain you’ve grown wetter.

Jade’s always wondered what it might feel like to kiss you, and when he slips two slender fingers inside your soaked hole and you grind down against his hand he finally captures your lips in a kiss that’s all tongue and saliva. You lick into his mouth desperately, whining against his lips with that pretty voice of yours, and he realizes this is so much better than any fantasy his mind could have conjured.

He kisses you all over. On your lips, on your shoulders and collarbones, teeth grazing your skin, his tongue running over your perky nipples. Your fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him close against your hole when he runs his tongue along it, and you shudder through an orgasm, gasping a fractured version of his name. He couldn’t be any happier to hear it.

“Have you ever been in love?”

He asks it because it’s the only thing grounding him right now, the only thing preventing him from fucking you senseless. This is a special moment, his first time with you, and he wants to wring as many sweet sounds from you as possible. He wants to tease you enough times so he’ll always remember how you looked and sounded.

Jade looks down at you through half-lidded eyes, a pleased smile crawling onto his face. He pulls your arm from off of your face—it’s no good if you’re hiding—and has you look at him. Your gaze slides down to the head of his cock as it presses into your hole, and you try to push down onto him, to force him inside your greedy walls, but he holds you back with ease, a single hand splayed over your hips to prevent you from moving any further. Your displeasured sigh has his dick twitching.

“Answer my question, sweetheart.”

“Yeah… Yes. Of course,” you babble, nodding, and he huffs an amused breath. “Please put it in. Need it so much… Please, Jade. Please.”

“I’m not so sure if I should.” He chuckles when you dig your nails into his back. It hardly hurts, but it’s cute. He wouldn’t mind it if you marked him in little scratches. “Someone’s awfully impatient…”

And just as he thought it slips in so naturally, as if you were meant to take him, as if he was your missing puzzle piece all along, and you arch your back, claw at his shoulders, wrap your legs around him to bring him closer. And through incoherent moans he’s certain he catches a breathless ‘I love you.’ Although maybe it’s his own voice confessing such saccharine phrases. He’s not sure as he fucks into you.

The room smells so thickly of both of your scents, his more overpowering, and it leaves you drunk on lustful instinct. Jade leans down to gather you in his arms, to hold you against him while he fucks you, and you kiss him again, sloppily and greedily, and he tastes you on his tongue. You shiver in his arms; he’s lost track of how many times you’ve climaxed.

He never realized just how much he’s wanted this, how much he’s craved and dreamed of this exact moment. You’re all his. He’s inside you. You’re kissing him. It’s his scent you’re drenched in. It’s his cock that’s filling you.

It’s his teeth peppering your skin, nearing your scent glands. You’re begging him to bite you. To mark you. To knot you and cum inside. You’re telling him you’ll give him lots of healthy children. You’ll be a good parent. You’ll do anything for him. And who is he to deny his sweet omega?

His teeth sink into your neck and you’re chanting his name in a weepy, blubbering tone. His terrarium heart rebuilds itself, each glass panel fitting against the others to form a stronger structure. He’s whole when he’s with you. He’s wrapped in love when he’s with you. And now he’s claimed you with a mark that cannot be undone.

Jade Leech encountered you on Halloween night, and today he’s taken his departed angel for himself.

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1114 - Initial Thoughts

And we are back

TCB uploaded on a Thursday for the first time in yonks, but it had to be midway through my trip back from work

but anyway, GLOBAL WARMING! Vegapunk is pouring the tea, the world is sinking, so what more does he have to say and how will the world react?

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release Also!

Yamato's pilgrimage involves taking the long way around Wano to bring Yasuie's sword to the Enma shrine (the god of the underworld not Zoro's sword)

We'll likely encounter a bunch of characters on the trek but it surprises me that he's bringing back Yasuie's sword and not Shusui to Ryuma's grave. Either are still fine but I feel like that had more narrative significance, though if that was the task then Zoro wouldn't have been able to visit his grave off-screen - which should've very much been on-screen!

You know the tea is spilling when the chapter title is 'The wings of Icarus'

Naturally, the world takes in the revelation we left off on

The Navy reacts first, the Vice Admirals in disbelief but Akainu silent

Mock Town of all places is next, filled with nonbelievers of dreams, they mock the smartest man on the planet and deem themselves wise

Water Seven are shocked too, finding it difficult to believe that it's the whole world and not just them

Paulie and Pepe Lulu cameo too (love Franky but in another life I would've liked to have seen Paulie as a Straw Hat, would've been a perfect foil for Sanji too since he's a bashful perv, plus Nami would totally abuse how bad he is with gambling)

Doflamingo of course is revelling in the news, mocking Magellan about how this affects Impel Down

It's so surreal to me how we all know that Doflamingo is a menace, his debut literally involved him pitting marines against one another, but now he's in Impel Down he's just chilling, on his back just vibing with people like Magellan and Tsuru

It seems the Mother Flame's flooding did cause some problems for Impel Down

Doffy predicts that it'll take 5 more meters for most of the world to be flooded

He also implies evacuating 'somewhere high up' - like the Red Line maybe?

Fishman Island also reacts to the news, like everyone else they find it hard to believe

Back at Egghead though, the Buster Call don't care if it's valid, it's coming from Vegapunk so it holds weight but either way it's bringing unrest and discourse

The Gorosei meanwhile are livid, even considering going scorched earth to stop it

York is also annoyed, suck on it

Vegapunk makes a prediction, accurately pointing out the weather effects of Lulusia being wiped out

That for sure has got people more convinced, given how it's pre-recorded

Surprise Smoothie and Mont D'or cameos too!

And another already flooded island is surprised how much to a tee Vegapunk got the prediction right

Damn even Tonjit from Long Ring Long Land is getting a cameo!

Aokiji bandaged up also listens from Fullalead

Vegapunk also calls out that the earthquakes were not natural, which really sets the Gorosei off

The Straw Hats continue to fend off Saturn to protect Robin, with Lilith also in on the fight

Most of them get knocked away though, being caught by Robin's Spider Web

Saturn does still appear to be showing some damage, so still props to the crew for doing the job

Because Saturn has shifted his priority from Robin, making his way to the power station to protect it

Saturn crashes in, as Vegapunk explains his obsession with finding an unlimited energy source

Back to his 'human' form, Saturn basks in the Mother Flame

I was expecting something different, but it is a tiny flame kept in a giant tank

I wonder if the S-108 and the A&Mu stand for something? The latter are not elements on the Periodic Table

Also it's a flame inside liquid, A FLAME INSIDE OF LIQUID!

The Sleeping Giant still is on the move, passing unfazed through fire and flame

Even the Giants are struggling in the flames, still in pursuit by Warcury

Luffy however is back in Gear Fifth, that fermented shark meat must've done the trick

Marejois is stirring though, because Vegapunk has just brought up the void century

Most of the Celestial Dragons are in uproar, blaming the marines and feeling big enough to take on Vegapunk to kill him themselves

Though, interestingly, Saint Shalria - Charloss' sister - seems almost intrigued, it appears not all the Celestial Dragons know about the Void Century

Vegapunk goes on to talk about how the Poneglyphs are key to the void century

In a woodland a giant lounges as he takes in the news, the familiar laugh of Dereshishishi coming from him

I'm still not certain it's Jaguar D. Saul mind you, why hide his face for so long?

Man we're even going as far back as Orange Town!

With the Mayor and Chouchou!

The benefits of having a 20+ year manga is how you can bring back so many minor characters briefly to just show the entire scale of the world that's been built

We also see Margaret from Amazon Lily, her face seems conflicted

Vegapunk however explains that his second sin was trying to decipher the Poneglyphs, using documentation gathered from Ohara

Since Luffy could hear the broadcast I'm sure Robin is hearing it too, I wonder how she feels about Vegapunk about to lore drop a bunch of Poneglyph stuff she didn't get to discover herself

Brook is also calling for Zoro and Jinbe, not sure what their status is, same with Franky, Bonney, Atlas and Sanji vs V. Nusjuro

'History is a story, after all' is a lowkey banger line

But the Labophase is behaving differently, the clouds are stretching

Edison's plan has come into action, making the clouds wider so the Sunny can drop off into the ocean

Credit to Usopp for figuring it out too

Seems like the little tyke isn't making it out, it may end up being just Lilith at this stage

Vegapunk keeps going, stating that he only knows little about the void century, so he'll give the world some of the only facts he knows

Luffy strikes Warcury again with a Gear Fifth big punch, but the result hurts his hand all the same

Meanwhile Vegapunk details the story of a person born 900 years ago to a bountiful and advanced kingdom

Just like Nika, he had an elastic and stretchy body - which the world will very much connect to Luffy - called Joy Boy

Joy Boy was the first man to take to the seas: The First Pirate

But a break again next week, I know last week was a SJ break than an Oda break but c'mon I feel like he does this every year!

Oda sure loves to set a stage huh? What do you mean Joy Boy was the first pirate? That'd imply he's rebelling against something right? Was the advanced kingdom too restrictive maybe? So much still yet to be said

For the most part, what the characters were doing this chapter were secondary to this announcement built up, it's still cool that the Straw Hats deterred Saturn away from Robin - though we are overdue seeing Jinbe and Zoro do something of substance. Ju Peter and Mars are still kinda floating around, Doll and Bluegrass were circling the island last we saw them too. But yeah, lots of unique and surprising cameos, the mystery deepens as the plot continues somehow to thicken.

[metaltangodiva]

what are your thoughts on the different 'versions' of Krauser as well his various dynamics with Leon? Also do you have any advice for like...not being afraid to add your own interpretations and spins to characters? Like i think i care way too much about what people would think, so i'm a but scared to start posting anything, but at the same time I'd love to add to the fic collection lol

Hello hello~!

I wanna preface this quickly by saying I'm fucking unable to summarize anything, lmao. This turned out to be TWO ESSAYS.

I'll start by replying to the second question, because I sorta realized, about halfway through the answer, that I was writing a fucking essay on Metaltango and I didn't wanna overlook the second point of your message. Because it's super important to me, as a writer (amateur/hobbyist, but writer nonetheless) that people who want to write can do it.

And my suggestion is super easy: do it. Write the thing.

I know it's hard, I went through it too. It's hard to not compare yourself to other people, to go and think "man, they're not gonna like how I portray them". When I started writing "Normal", that was my worry. I was taking these badass, gun-toting, zombie-killing, masculine characters and putting them into a situation that's not only opposite to that, but pretty damn taboo in general. I've had Comments™. But whatever.

And what I tell people, when they say they're worried about how their stories are gonna be received, maybe because it takes a weird non-canon spin, or they feel their tropes are overdone, is:

Do it anyways. There's only you to craft that story you wanna see the way you want it; no one else can do it the exact same, even with the same prompts, the same tropes, the same characters. Everyone views things differently, and I think it's an amazing thing when it comes to art, well... almost everything, honestly. A saying that goes in a Discord server I hang out on is "there's nothing original anymore", but not in a bad way at all — so many works have the same themes, and yet they all still stand out somehow.

I might not the audience. This guy next to me might be, though! Or who knows, maybe *I* am the audience!

But you don't know any of this until you write it. Do it.

OKAY SO I GUESS THAT WAS PART ONE, lol.

SO LET'S GOO FOR PART TWO!

My thoughts on the different versions: I love them! Each version and each game brings something new to the table. I got started with RE4 (VR) — I liked how *aggressively homoerotic* that knife fight was.

Since it was my entry point to RE as a whole, I was curious as to *who* Krauser was, what was his relation to Leon, what happened between them, so on, so forth. Probably what a lot of people went through before Darkside Chronicles became a thing. His obsession for Leon and especially the *passion* behind it. Surely what happened between them was personal!

Then I heard of Darkside Chronicles and I had to play it for myself. So I did. And I was positively surprised when I saw Krauser as he was back around 2002. Gruff, rough around the edges, but just as snarky as Leon — and I love snarky characters. I felt their humor meshed so well. The "boy scout" exchange has lived rent-free in my head since I heard it. Same with the shared water bottle/indirect kiss. The snake/butterfly. Krauser starting as kinda dismissive of Leon, but quickly wisening up about it and treating him as an equal (and I feel it's more than that). And this became what I really wanted to see between them on the long run, hence why I started writing the AU "Normal" takes place in. They were such a good team, in spite of Krauser's wildly varying emotions.

Then RE4R came out, and it introduced them in a mentor/trainee relationship and I love that too. It's a whole different dynamic; Krauser's more serious but still does not shut up, Leon is still a smart mouth — I guess they clashed a lot overall and Leon can probably thank Krauser for all the extra push-ups and laps that gave him this *chef kiss* physique... but Krauser has a soft side to him. The guy really cared for his men, but as an instructor, as a soldier, as a superior and also as a human, probably couldn't voice it all too well. I cried when Leon picked up Krauser's knife, kneeled next to him and Krauser told him he was proud of him. That he had trained him well. It's a dynamic I wish I could capture well enough to put in words, but my real-life experience with anything army-related is nonexistent (well, so is my ageplay/military/"life as a couple" experience with "Normal", lol) and I feel I'd have a harder time with portraying it how I want to. So... I'm eventually gonna do it, outside of oneshots.

TLDR: Give me all the Krausers. They all bring something to the table <3

[spopsalt]

Holy shit! I JUST realized something about Spop and Kyle! Idk HOW I missed it before. But I only just realized it, and now I’m gonna make it everyone else’s problem.

So we all know Kyle is the designated butt-monkey of the show. He’s a relatively good guy despite being with the Horde. And he’s mistreated and abused by characters in the Horde. The characters who mistreated him aren’t characters like Shadow Weaver or Hordak, who have SIGNIFICANT power over him. No, it’s his peers. And Scorpia (acts more like a peer despite having a higher rank) and Catra (always mistreated him, no matter if she’s a higher rank or equal). Despite being told they’re good people deep down or later in the series, Lonnie, Rogelio, Scorpia, Catra, and Adora all do this. Even the NICE characters do this, like Scorpia and Adora. And his BOYFRIEND never stands up for him. It’s appalling. Seeing a GOOD person get mistreated by SUPPOSEDLY OTHER GOOD people isn’t funny.

But here’s what IS funny. In a cosmic sort of way…

This is Mantenna

He was the original butt monkey if She-Ra. And by that, I mean he gets shit on. A lot. By Hordak. And it’s actually funny.

You see, nothing brings OG Hordak joy like trapdoors and using them on Mantenna. The way it works is that whenever Hordak is pissed or unamused (he once made Mantenna try to make him laugh for example), he presses a button of his throne and Mantenna drops through the floor. And occasionally there are twists added to keep things fresh.

Spring trap door

Backup trap door

Multi trap door

You get the idea. It was mostly for slapstick. It was never meant to be taken seriously. Unlike with Kyle.

For me, the major things that set Mantenna apart from Kyle are these.

1. Mantenna is evil. He’s a pipsqueak and dogged on. But he’s still evil. Kyle is a nice and kind person and by all means shouldn’t be with the Horde.

2. Mantenna is tormented and talked down to by Hordak and Catra, his superiors. Kyle is torments by superiors AND peers

3. Kyle is mistreated by ‘good’ people. Lonnie and Catra are two of the worst offenders, but they’re good people, I swear, they’re just in a bad situation. 😒 Seriously. Those two are painted as good people deep down and still hurt Kyle. Scorpia and Adora did it too, despite being nice and good as visibly as possible, even in the Horde. And again, Rogelio is supposedly Kyle’s boyfriend, and never helps.

Mantenna on the other hand is mistreated by people like Catra and Hordak, who are unabashedly BAD people. They’re never painted as gods deep down. They do bad things like abuse and berate Mantenna, because they’re bad people. And because most of the people in the Horde ARE BAD AND EVIL(there are some good people that leave, but they pretty much lave the Horde as soon as possible without sticking around, and everyone stuck around in the reboot for no reason), they genuinely do not care.

This guy? Just saw this whole thing play out. He don’t give a shit.

4. It’s slapstick. Slapstick humor isn’t meant to be taken seriously. Mantenna is a bit of an awkward, nervous guy. But he never read as the same level of traumatized as Kyle to me. Maybe I’m misreading it though. But the point is that a trapdoor is a completely different joke than being deprived of rations for a cake that goes to waste.

And 5. Mantenna actually gets wins. I can’t post many pics now. But there have been times where Hordak actually doesn’t get the drop on Mantenna. Once he tries the trap door to find it filled with flowers because of Perfuma. Once Hordak used a trap door on a boat, sinking himself in the process. And once Mantenna turned the tables completely.

Kyle though? He got a sort-of win in one episode? Even then it was only after he almost killed himself moving the tank.

My point here is, rather than have an established character, used for a much funnier and lighthearted gag, with a genuinely fun design, Nate and his crew decided to use Kyle. A regular, not very strong, not very skilled, not very masculine boy. He’s gay. He’s possibly neurodivergent. And he’s got the biggest heart. And Crew-Ra decided because he commuted the ultimate crime of being a cisgender white male, he must suffer constant abuse. If that isn’t proof of what the reboot REALLY is about, I don’t know what is. It’s not about friendship. It’s not about being gay. It’s not about breaking the cycle of abuse. It’s about using this show to send very negative messages to children. To hurt people for no good reason. And with the casual and brazen contempt for the original that Nate and some of Crew-Ra displays, I’m honestly surprised they named him Kyle, and not Lou, or Micheal, or Larry.

Sorry for the long message. I just felt like this was a major discovery on my part.

Exactly! The original did it in a way that's actually funny and doesn't leave you feeling bad. I seriously do not see the humor in seeing a relatively nice guy (despite being in the horde but even then he free Bow that one time) so it's just not funny when you see him getting made fun of for the millionith time. Another series that does butt monkeys well is Ouran High School Host Club, since it's actually funny. Tamaki gets actual development, even the people who make fun of him are shown multiple times to really care, and he actually gets wins

[ladykailitha]

Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town Part 1

Just like with Little Runaway the tagging cap is at 20.

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Steve had finally been convinced to join the Hellfire Club’s main campaign. It actually took Mike begging him to join, that finally convinced him. Though Mike only did it to impress Eddie and Will, but Steve going to take it as a win regardless.

So he offered to have it at his place so that when this went to shit like it did last time, he’d have somewhere else he could go, but still be able to take kids home.

Eddie and Dustin arrived early to help set up and get things ready for the session.

Eddie handed Steve a small velvet pouch that rattled when it dropped into his hand.

“What’s this?” Steve asked furrowing his brow.

“Open it,” Dustin said bouncing on his heels excitedly.

Steve opened the bag and poured out the contents into his other hand. In his hand were yellow and orange dice with black numbers.

“Oh wow,” he whispered. “These are neat.”

“They’re yours!” Dustin said. “Every player has to have their own set.”

Steve smiled. “Thanks, guys.”

Soon everyone arrived and got settled in, Eddie in the DM’s chair, Steve to his right and Will to his left. Dustin was on Steve’s other side. Mike was next to Will and Erica and Lucas were at the far end of the table.

Steve looked around at everyone’s character sheet and then looked at Eddie. “Do we have time to roll up a character for me? I kinda forgot we needed to.”

Eddie smiled and handed Steve a piece of paper with a flourish. Steve took it gingerly.

He frowned. “Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town?”

“Yup!” Eddie said popping the last consonant. “We talked about it and figured the best way to introduce you to the game is to get you used to the game mechanics first. Your character is you. All you have to do is act like you would act and we’ll guide you through the rest of it.”

“I’m a barbarian?” he asked softly. “That‒that doesn’t sound very cool.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Erica said. “Barbarians were originally just people the Romans thought were inferior, despite getting their asses handed to them on the regular. It might mean someone who is crude now. But it didn’t always.”

“Oh,” Steve said. “It’s a cool thing?”

“Very cool,” Eddie confirmed.

Steve looked down at his character sheet again and the frown deepened. “Is ten in intelligence bad?”

“It’s average,” Lucas said. “No bonuses but no penalties either.”

“So, I’m not smart?” Steve asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Steve sweetheart, you are focusing on the bad. Look that the rest of your stats.”

“Seventeen in strength, fifteen in dexterity, eighteen in constitution, sixteen in wisdom, and fifteen in charisma...” he rattled off. “Okay...but I don’t know what that all means.”

“Strength is how hard you can hit stuff or how much weight you can carry or lift,” Dustin said.

“And seventeen is good?” Steve asked.

“Oh yeah,” Mike said. “Especially for a level one without bonuses. You hit hard.”

Steve nodded feeling a little better. “And what’s dexterity? That’s how quick you move, right?”

“A little,” Will said. “But it’s also how agile you are.”

Steve nodded. “I know what charisma is,” he said with a wink. “And fifteen is above average, right?”

“Yeah,” Erica said. “I had to argue that one to be higher.” She glared at the boys. Who promptly had elsewhere to look.

“And the last one, what’s the difference between intelligence which is low and my wisdom which is high?”

“Intelligence is knowing it’s raining,” Eddie explained. “Wisdom is knowing to bring an umbrella because it was cloudy when you woke up that morning.”

“So I’m smart in a different way?” Steve asked.

“Hell yeah, you are, Stevie,” Eddie said with a grin.

Steve looked down at his sheet one more time. “Anything else I need to know?”

Will looked over at Eddie. “Can I explain rage to him?”

Eddie laughed. “Go for it, Will the Wise.”

“What’s rage?” Steve asked.

“When a barbarian’s hit points drop to a certain range,” Will explained excitedly, “they go into this fugue state where they deal more damage but they sacrifice their intelligence until it wears off or until their hit points reach zero.”

“But I don’t do that,” Steve said, frowning again.

“Honey,” Eddie said gently, “I’ve seen you. You ripped a demobat from tip to tail with your bare hands, shirtless and barefoot. And spat out the blood like it was a bad tasting beer. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was awesome.”

Steve blinked. He vaguely remembered doing that. “Oh.”

“Look at your weapon, Steve,” Mike said excitedly. He was nearly vibrating with anticipation.

“A mace? I don’t know what that is...” He was starting to think that this was all a way for them to make fun of him.

Eddie whipped out the players’ handbook and began flipping through the pages. He stopped and then turned the book over to Steve.

Steve looked down at it awe. “It’s like a badass version of my bat.”

“Exactly!” Mike said. “Isn’t it awesome!”

Steve smiled for the first time since he sat down. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”

“And the final thing,” Lucas said. “Is improvised weapon proficiency.”

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“It means you can pick up anything,” Erica said, “a bottle, a chair, or anything like that and you don’t get an penalties for your attack rolls.”

Steve thought for a moment. “Oh you mean like I did with the phone and the Russians?”

“Exactly!” Erica said.

“Oh.” He looked down at the character sheet with a little bit more enthusiasm.

“So just play the character as is,” Dustin said, patting Steve on the shoulder. “We’ll help you do the game mechanics until you get the hang of it. And then when we start the next campaign you can create your own character and learn to roleplay.”

Steve looked down at his sheet again. “Okay. Yeah. I can handle that.”

“Everyone ready?” Eddie asked. When he got a series of nods and agreements, he began. “You are all in a large tavern that seats about sixty to seventy people. There are three barmaids, a dark-skinned human, a half orc who looks like she could double for security, and a halfling...”

Steve would stop him every once and a while asking questions about what things were or what they meant and each time someone would explain it to him.

Finally they wrap up for the night and Steve is chatting as happily about the campaign as the rest of them.

“Dude!” Lucas said. “Eddie was right, you are a barbarian. A kick ass one, too.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks man. I thought I would be a cleric or a paladin. But I guess not.”

Erica pats him on the back. “Starting with magic users is hard to begin with, and picking something because it looked cool is even harder. I learned that the hard way too.”

“You do realize that you’ve said some variation of the word ‘hard’ three times, right?” Mike teased.

“Shut up,” everyone shot back.

Mike ducked his head, but Steve ruffled his hair. Mike blushed but pushed a laughing Steve off him.

Will raised an eyebrow, but wisely said nothing.

“So, big boy,” Eddie said, strolling up to the party. “You coming back for round two?”

Everyone turned to look at Steve with baited breath.

“Hell, yeah!”

And cheer went up.

“You hear that, Eddie?” Dustin asked jumping up and down. “He’s coming back!!”

Eddie just smiled at Steve.

Steve ducked his head and blushed.

“Okay,” he said with a cough. “Who am I taking home and who’s going with Eddie?”

Mike and Sinclairs went with Eddie and Will and Dustin went with Steve.

Dustin crawled in the back seat, like he always did when he was too hyper for the front seat. Something Steve insisted on, so that he could actually drive.

Will got into the front seat. “I’m glad you had fun, Steve.”

Steve grinned. “Me, too...though I will admit it wasn’t looking very good to start with.”

“I told them we should have started with the fun stuff so that the other stuff didn’t come out as insulting, but no...” Will muttered.

“It wasn’t insulting!” Dustin protested. He paused. “Was it, Steve?”

Steve looked in the mirror and smiled softly at the crestfallen look on his young friend’s face.

“Nah, Eddie was right,” Steve said. “I was focusing on the negative.”

“Because you’d been burned before,” Will defended. “Which is why I wanted to start with your weapons and your feat. Because that stuff is badass.”

Steve grinned again. “Hell, yeah that was. Who knew that medieval weaponry could be so cool. I thought it was just axes and swords with maybe bows and arrows.”

“There is way more to it than that,” Dustin said, his enthusiasm coming back. “There are spears and morningstars and war hammers. All sorts of cool stuff.”

They chatted about medieval weapons until the dropped Dustin off. As soon as they had pulled away from the curb Will spoke.

“I have something for you,” he said digging something out his bag. Steve glanced down at the drawing and smiled.

“That’s awesome, Will,” Steve said with a grin. “My very own Will Byers original. Is that supposed to be me?”

Will nodded. “Yeah. I just didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone.”

Steve’s eyebrows went up. “Because you thought I wouldn’t like it?”

Will shook his head. “I didn’t want draw everyone’s characters.”

“Down side of being an artist, unfortunately,” Steve agreed. “If you play an instrument they demand you play something for them, if you draw, draw something for them, I think the only time people don’t demand art from you is when you’re a writer, but they always ask if you’ve written a book.”

Will frowned. “Sounds like you know from experience.”

Steve glanced at him and smiled. “Don’t tell anyone else, but I draw, too.”

“You do?”

“Not like you,” Steve admitted. “It’s not very good. But it’s fun and I enjoy it.”

“Can I see some?” Will asked tentatively.

“Sure,” Steve said. “Like I said, I’m not very impressive, but come over tomorrow. I don’t have work.”

“I’d like that,” Will said softly. 

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