#i don't want to deprive anyone of anything they enjoy. i don't want people to feel awkward talking to me because. well.

[petrichorvoices]

we finally caught up on WTNV

[aliceramblez]

Dating The BroZone Brothers 🎤🎶

Tags: Gender-neutral reader, Fluff, Some Angst (mostly for Branch lol), Also Broppy isn't canon here, obviously. But I love them dearly so don't come at me!

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John Dory

We all know this man is a bit self-centered, and that doesn't stop at your relationship.

He'll find any opportunity to show off for you— anything from singing, to dancing, to just his ‘incredible leadership skills that make him the perfect boyfriend!’

He also definitely introduced himself as a member of the old boy band BroZone, which you may or may not have heard of, which may or may not have left him flabbergasted.

Despite all his faults though, John Dory will do his best to be a good partner for you. It's what you deserve, after all!

Keeping you safe from wild creatures, making sure you're always happy because he loves your smile, and also being the overprotective boyfriend who'll square off against anyone who even dares to make you uncomfortable even if they're 10x his size.

Small detail, but he also loves the fact that Rhonda took a liking to you instantly.

“She knows how to pick the good ones,” he'd say with a wink.

Talks about his brothers CONSTANTLY, but always in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't care and that it's their fault the band broke up in the first place. He obviously really cares about them, though.

Some nights, he'll reflect and regret all the stuff he said and did to them, and wishes he could go back and make it right. You reassure him through most of it, trying to convince him that he was young and just didn't know any better.

He stares at you in awe and disbelief because how could ANYONE think that what he did was justifiable? Abandoning his younger siblings all because of his stupid ego and personal insecurities.

“I really don't deserve you...”

Give him some time he's just emotionally constipated.

Also you BET he's gonna show you off to his brothers once they're reunited, so just let him. He just wants the most important people in his life to meet.

You can also expect them to try and embarrass John Dory with stories from their childhood, so be ready to have a good laugh as your boyfriend plots for murder in the background.

Spruce/Bruce

Probably the one who's best equipped to be in a relationship out of everyone in the group.

He is a family man, after all.

Speaking of which, if you think him settling down in the movie and having kids of his own was cute, it really is! But that just indicates that he has a way with children.

If you have a child or younger sibling, expect them to get dotted and taken care of to DEATH by this man.

He may not have been the sensitive one of the group, but was definitely the most reliable of the eldest, so he's got experience handling little trouble makers that come his way.

He still opens a cantina in Vacay Island, which is where you two met for the first time, and so you help run it occasionally whenever you have the chance. And even though you don't go there 24/7, all the regulars just think that you're the co-owner since you're dating Bruce.

You're the one who finds out that he's actually ‘Spruce’, the member of old boy band BroZone. You just happened to stumble upon an old record he kept in his room, and after confronting him about it, he reluctantly confirms your suspicions.

It was hard to recognize him since he was much older now and his body had definitely... grown over the years.

Bruce doesn't like preaching about those days, since he's quite embarrassed of the ‘immature ladies man’ he used to be back then.

But he won't deprive you of them either, since he'll happily share any stories on his misadventures with his brothers, funny backstage incidents, etc.

He misses them dearly and wishes they're all doing okay.

Two words: Hopeless. Romantic.

He's ‘The Heart Throb’ for a reason.

Roses, chocolates, dances— he can do it all!

Bruce will always make time in his busy schedule to spend time with you, taking you on dates to your favorite spots around the island, getting you meaningful gifts, and just overall expressing his love for you in any way he can.

He loves singing to you because it always serenades you and it puts a smile on his face.

People always joke that he's going to propose to you out of the blue one of these days, which always leaves him a flustered mess, but he never denies either.

“What can I say? I might be waiting for the perfect opportunity...”

Clay

Poor baby doesn't know what he's doing but he's trying, okay?

The two of you meet in the abandoned Bergen Golf Course, where you and Viva welcome him with open arms, and everything pretty much plays as in the movie, except that he really likes spending time with you and ONLY you, which he doesn't quite understand?

You're the one to ask him out cause otherwise you'd be playing this back and forth forever. He says yes.

He's never had a partner before, so he's justifiably worried that he'll mess up in some way, or that you'll end up finding him too boring after a while.

This becomes much more apparent after a particular bad night, in which after mumbling incoherently because of a nightmare, you find out that he has brothers and used to be in a boy band.

He doesn't open up about it at first, so you give him some space and reassure him that you'll be there when he needs you. Just give him some time and he'll tell you eventually.

He talks about how he could never be himself, since he was always expected to be ‘The Fun One’, and now he's basically tried to become the complete opposite in hopes of gaining some control over his life.

But he also worries that others will think he's too dull, and that he just isn't interesting enough to be around. Especially you.

You immediately take his face in your hands and look him in the eyes.

“I fell in love with Clay. Not ‘The Fun Troll from BroZone’ Clay. Also, you're fun in your own way!”

He basically falls for you all over again after hearing this.

After that, he becomes slightly less uptight and allows himself to enjoy the little things. You sometimes actually catch him dancing when he thinks no one's looking and you find it's the most adorable thing in the world, even after he realizes he's not alone and wants the earth to swallow him whole.

“Don't mind me, I'mma just crawl in a hole for a while...”

“No, no- Babe, it was amazing! I loved it! Pleaseeee show me more!”

Overall, he's a pretty good boyfriend all things considered.

He's incredibly overprotective of you, and will always give you advice and tools he thinks will be helpful if you're thinking of venturing outside of the Golf Course.

He asks Viva for dating advice CONSTANTLY and she DOES NOT let him live it down. Of course she has good ideas, though.

He'll pretty much do anything for you, even if it means going out of his comfort zone.

Floyd

Another great candidate for being in a good relationship.

Need I explain myself with this man?

His entire personality revolves around being caring and understanding, so he's definitely always on the lookout for anything that makes you sad or uncomfortable and will fix it ASAP.

Floyd is the kind of person who will ask for consent with pretty much anything you do— from holding your hand, to kissing you, to giving you a hug; he will ALWAYS make sure that you're okay with it even if you've given him the green light in the past.

He's not huge on PDA due to his somewhat shy nature, but if you are, he'll try his best to keep up with you.

This doesn't mean he dislikes physical affection, in fact it's his love language. He'll go out of his way to try and sneak in as many hugs as possible throughout the day and maybe a kiss or two if you'll allow it, which of course you do.

You also try your best to get involved in his own interests, because that's only fair after everything he does for you.

It isn't until one day that he sings for you that you compliment him and he nonchalantly comments that he used to be in a band when he was a teenager.

Cue the reveal of him having four brothers and you begging him to tell you all about them.

Which he does, but you can't help but notice the melancholic expression on his face, so you immediately stop him and apologize for being pushy on the matter and that he doesn't have to share anything he doesn't want to talk about.

He only looks at you with a small smile and shakes his head.

“No, I'm glad you asked. I haven't talked about them in years, so I like remembering the good times, even if they're in the past now.”

So he'll go on and on about them, one by one, and go into excruciating detail about what kind of person they are and what he loves about them. He's especially fond of his little brother Branch, based on everything he tells you.

When he gets kidnapped by Velvet and Veneer, you immediately go to Branch for help.

Once you're reunited, you two basically run to each other and hug with tears streaming down your eyes.

“Did they hurt you?!”

“No, I'm okay! Did they hurt you?!”

“Who cares?”

“I do!”

Floyd is then incredibly happy to introduce you to his brothers, who begin to affectionately tease him about getting himself a partner and you happily step in to protect him from any unwanted bullying.

You also tell him that you like the new hairdo, which only causes him to giggle and kiss your forehead affectionately.

Honestly you guys probably have the healthiest relationship out of the whole group.

Branch

I was really debating whether to include him or not since there's many Branch Reader Inserts out there, but I don't wanna leave my baby out so here we are!

You have a classic childhood friends to lovers situation with him, since you've known him ever since he was a member of BroZone, only being about a year older than him.

You'd help him practice for his concerts and would always give him pep talks whenever he felt worried that he'd ruin the show.

You're basically his number one fan— never missing a concert even if it meant dragging your parents with you so they'd let you get in.

The moment the group disbands and Branch is left all alone, you're there for him and wait alongside him for his brothers to return, reassuring him that ‘siblings would never break a promise’.

Cue his whole childhood trauma and him losing his colors, but it's only because of you that he doesn't completely isolate himself from society. He still builds his bunker though, since he's pretty much scarred for life thanks to the Bergens.

Just like with Clay, you're the one who takes initiative and asks him out, and he's just left gaping like a fish because why would you want someone like HIM?

After reuniting with John Dory, he's also dotting you about how big you've gotten and treats you like a baby, which actually irks Branch much more than it does to him.

He makes sure to remind his brothers that you both are grown adults, thank you very much.

Once the band gets back together, you kinda become a manager of some kind and help them in organizing their performances. Branch is eternally grateful and thanks you for staying by his side all these years.

[gentrychild]

An anon who was rereading Anyone asked me what would have happened if Izuku didn't like eggs and how you tell a supervillain you don't like what he made and that you want something. I have bravely tried to answer said ask but Tumblr laughed at my pain, so here is it, on a new post.

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When confronted with the super villain Izuku had accidentally broken out of the most secured prison in the country, a man who had basically walked out of said prison as soon as he hadn’t been restrained anymore, Izuku did the only thing any rational person would do.

He ran like hell. No shoes, no plan, nothing except Full Cowl roaring in his veins and he fled.

At least, he tried to.

Strong tendrils stopped him dead, then hands picked him up by his shoulders and suddenly, his feet weren't touching the ground and he was forcibly brought to the kitchen table.

''No, no, no,'' All for One said with the tone one would employ with a disobedient pet or a very young child. ''Your breakfast is going to get cold and we have so much to talk about. Sit. Enjoy the eggs. If you don't like them, I can make something else.''

And he dropped him on his chair, before putting the plate in front of him. Then, he sat at the other end of the table, facing Izuku, his own plate in front of him and he started to eat. Slowly, his manners perfect, while Izuku was dying of sheer stress over there.

Then, he looked at Izuku. Then at Izuku's plate.

''You're not eating?''

Izuku looked at the man who had literally reduced people to paste last night and then at his plate of eggs and bacon, then back at the lunatic who was probably going to skin him alive soon enough. He needed to do something, to get the time to find a way out of this mess.

Now, any reasonable human being would have eaten a bit of eggs and bacon – well, eaten the bacon in Izuku’s case – but he had just woken up, was in a pre-caffeinated state and truly, Izuku had never claimed to have the slightest working relationship with sanity.

“I don’t like eggs,” he blurted out.

The supervillain, the very same man who had literally gone through a prison riot of fellow villains like he was running through wet paper, was startled so badly by those four words that he dropped his fork.

“What do you mean, you don’t like eggs???” he asked like this was a ludicrous notion, like everyone’s favorite breakfast should be eggs and bacon.

“Never liked them,” Izuku lied, by pure spirit of contradiction, far more developed than for most people, for it had been left with quite the amount of room after the disappearance of all his survival instinct.

And it was indeed a lie because, once upon a time, it had been his favorite comfort food, but when he had been a kid, during one of those weeks where his mom was gone and the neighbor supposed to watch over him was busy forgetting his existence, he had gorged himself on it at every meal until he had gotten so sick of it that he had been unable to eat them ever again.

All for One watched him with something that went beyond annoyance, it was the patented look of someone who knew one was messing with him and the words “You’re a goddamn liar” were probably fighting to be left out but he had no proof that Izuku was bullshitting him and if even if he somehow had a lie-detecting-quirk, Izuku would keep denying it because he probably wasn’t making it out alive anyway so why deprive himself of the chance of annoying his would-be-killer?

And actually, why wait?

“I prefer waffles,” Izuku informed him because, after all, All for One had offered him to make him something else.

All for One stared at him without saying anything, probably thinking about all the ways he could have killed Izuku back when they were in Tartarus. Meanwhile, Izuku gave the illusion to be staring back at him when he was actually thinking about the fact the window made a faster exit but All for One would have the time to catch him before he landed seven floors lower while the door offered him more options.

All for One eventually abandoned his plate and started to rummage through the cupboards, going straight to the place where Izuku and his mom usually put the baking ingredients. Either everyone organized their kitchen the same way, or All for One had broken in so many homes that he was just a pro at using any kitchen he found himself into.

“Do you have flour?” the lunatic called out. “I can’t find it.”

Izuku had already flowed out of his chair and was making his way to the door by walking backwards, trying to radiate nonchalance and not the need to RUN AWAY WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.

“Try the highest shelves,” Izuku helpfully suggested, his hand on the doorknob.

It was where his mom put the heaviest pots and pans they usually didn’t use, since everyone in this household needed to climb a chair to access it. With a little luck, they would all fall on All for One.

Izuku left the apartment, not even bothering to fully close the door behind him, and he ran. He was in his pajamas, had found his sneakers by the door and they were still in his hands as he booked it out of his neighborhood as fast as Full Cowl could carry him and he didn’t stop until his building wasn’t in sight anymore. Then, he stopped on a bench, the couple flirting on it deciding they could do that somewhere else when they saw him approaching, and he put his sneakers on, took a deep breath, and decided to run some more, still in the opposite direction of where Todoroki was living, and then, he would figure out a plan.

Unfortunately, liquid shadows chose this moment to appear right in front of him, revealing All for One, who was holding a bag from Waffle Palace in one of his hands.

“I didn’t find any flour or sugar so I just ordered in.”

Some people would have screamed or been startled but Izuku had already ripped the bench from the ground and thrown it at All for One. The villain batted it away with his empty hand but it didn’t matter because Izuku was already half way through the park, or at least until black tendrils grabbed him and yanked him back.

 “Your waffles are going to get cold,” All for One sternly informed him before grabbing him by the back of his shirt and he warped again, this time with Izuku under his arm.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I have a little bit of an interesting question! I know you stated you like writing horror and NSFW, or at least you do not mind dabbling in them, so I'm curious to your opinion:

(Please, very important onto this, keep in mind that, when I ask about 'Yandere', while yes, I mean this lovesick, obsessed character who goes to kidnapping/harming others/threatening/killing etc extremes to get the object of their affection/obsession, there's many yandere types. I PERSONALLY like only a handful of them because I am very careful with TW (I do not like toxic relationships where the 'darling' is deprived of privacy, is mistreated, forced to do things, has hands laid on them, has their emotional well being messed up by demeaning words, etc, and I do not enjoy abuse depictions of the trope either, so I cherry-pick a lot (due to personal trauma). Yanderes are often portrayed as straight up abusive when they needn't be, there's delusional ones, lucid ones who do not want to feel the way they do, others who rather give themselves to the object of obsession/affection and would rather hurt themselves than ever upset them, others who lean more towards manipulation, etc.). I say this because TW are important and while this is 'just a question in a blog' I want to inform you that there is NO EXPECTATION for you to write abuse, toxicity or anything of the sort. While being WELL AWARE that yandere relationships WILL be unhealthy in nature, it is that kind of 'unhealthy possessive' vibe you can enjoy IN FICTION, and should NEVER allow in real life. Take care of yourselves ❤️)

Obviously, none of the characters are canonically yandere, but do you have any opinions on who could fit the bill? And how/what way/what category they'd fit into?

Please ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable in any way and even if you simply respond without any headcanons/just a little ramble, remember to put TW so people who blacklist yandere stuff or feel trigger by any of it continue having a safe space here! Love your blog and what you do! Keep up the amazing work, and congratulations on such endless artistic talent!!

I haven't done a whole lot with the Yandere trope. I have one unpublished fan fiction for another fandom entirely that involves a yandere character in an antagonistic role. I don't tend to romanticize it because of how problematic it can be.

So needless to say, ⚠️ trigger warnings ⚠️ ahead for this topic, some more than others (lookin' at you, Doffy).

I feel like Sanji could fit the bill of being the lucid, regretful yandere. He knows that his obsession with you could be problematic, but he just can't help it. He gets insecure and jealous easily, and may be inclined to threaten any other men that happen to get to close to his beloved, platonically or romantically. He wants you completely to himself. Would be apologetic about his behavior and feel sincerely guilty for it, but just unable to keep himself from doing so. He also feels his behavior is protecting you in a way from being taken advantage of, and that's the only justification he can make for it—even to himself.

Mihawk, while his confidence and ego mean he's not really the jealous type, would still be a worthy candidate. He wants you aware that you are his in every sense of the word. You, your love, your mind, your body, all belong to him. No one else. He may very well be violent about it, though not toward you—just toward anyone who dares challenge his ownership over you. Toward his lover, he would be particularly doting and gentle, treating you like a fragile and priceless work of art. He would be incredibly disinclined to allow you to go anywhere without him; and if he finds out anyone else is attempting to court your affections or, heaven forbid, hurt you, then their days are going to be numbered.

Next would be Crocodile. Getting more ⚠️triggery⚠️ here. Prime candidate for a possessive yandere. Even if he doesn't have much time for you, you're still his property. He'll expect you to have time for him, to adhere to his schedule and his whims. He'll have a list of rules that you have to follow—no speaking with other men without him present, no going out in public without him or a guard that he has personally assigned to you; this is as much for the sake of keeping you safe as it is to ensure that you don't do anything he would disapprove of. In exchange, he'll shower you with lavish gifts, and treat you like a princess when he is with you...but if you break the rules, there will be consequences.

And lastly, and by far the most triggery, Doflamingo. Congratulations, you've caught the attention of an absolutely sadistic and manipulative yandere! He values total control over all aspects of your life. But he's going to make you think you have some freedom at first. He'll pout a little if you want to go somewhere without him, but he'll allow it...on the surface, at least. Then he'll hire some thug or other criminal deviant to scare you right back into his arms, whether with idle threats or physical force. He'll make you feel like he's your only source of safety and comfort. Make you defend him to your concerned friends and family of your own volition, until you have absolutely no one left but him to turn to. He'll justify it by saying it absolutely is for your own safety, and he sincerely believes that to be true; even if he wasn't hiring people to frighten you, there's still every chance that you could be hurt or enticed to leave if you stray too far from his side, and he can't allow that. Whether he views you as a lover or just a plaything, no one else is allowed to touch you but him.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Alright I'm gonna throw this out there write whatever the fuck you want.

I notice a lot of "Oh you never read a comic" or "that's not how so and so would act."

"It's Not realistic"

A little secret I would sure god damn hope it's not or else Superman/Batman really suck at their fucking jobs and need to fired.

Fanfiction especially write whatever the fuck you want and for all the oh well I'm sick of only having this option or whatever.

Go write something different you don't get to bitch about what other people are reading or writing.

As long as it doesn't hurt anyone whatever.

I might say oh I'm not a huge fan of this or that but at the end of the day I would read almost anything cause I love writing.

So write Tim drake as a sad peice of shit who needs a hug or only a happy go lucky Dick Grayson.

It's up to you have fun do whatever cause at the end of the day someone will love it.

Do what makes you happy no matter what anyone says.

It's literally FANFICTION the whole point is it's not canon compliant.

Have a good time don't listen to the haters ship your shit and read whatever have fun. 

*good explain of teaching and not being a dick look at my reblogs that's what you should be doing try to teach explain give a different perspective. Have constructive arguments not just inherent negativity.

*I was sleep deprived it was 4:00am I didn't explain myself well I am encouraging changing it reconizing the blatent sexism, racism and everything inbetween cause there is a lot. Giving people a voice through These characters.

But you can't change other people but you can educate.

My point was you gonna see things you disagree with or things you really love don't go out of your way to be a dick.

I shouldn't see a random headcannon and 50 comments that's wouldn't happen he's not like that.

Someone's gonna write Tim Drake as a annoying asshole whatever. Someone's gonna write Jason Todd as a peice of shit. A person is gonna completely butcher Damian. Someone is gonna forget Cass or Duke just don't be an asshole think explain have an once of kindess for people. They just want to enjoy stories so do you.

So write we have 50,000 Tim drake so let's write more for Cass. Shift our focus give more content remember someone put time and energy into that story don't shit on everything they have ever done but shift the narrative.

Don't complain add to the pot cause I know a lot of people would love to read whatever you have. I have multiple long fics that focus specifically on the female superheroes because I want to read more Oracle and far less Dick Grayson so I'm throwing my hat in the ring.

You should read comics I meant in the example of assuming people haven't.

Better?

[hesitant-angel]

imagine being highschool sweethearts with mikey ☹️

being highschool sweethearts with mikey ! | mikey way x reader | gender neutral reader | (headcannons) |

★ I LOVE THE MIKEY REQUEST!! this is the sweetest thing im so glad u sent this anon because i literally think about this every single day. hes the loml trust me ! im unsure of how accurate this will but bare with me im learning! P.S. THANK YOU ALL FOR 20 FOLLOWERS!!!! i had so much fun writing this, as of right now i'd say mikey is my favorite to write for.

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— Okay I have so much on my mind for this I don't even know where to start. I think of Mikey to be a quiet kid in highschool, not in a stereotypical way, but I feel like he'd focus more on getting through the day and getting his work done, focusing less on the social aspect.

— If you're also a quiet kid, you two would sit together any chance you get, you'd distance yourselves away from everyone else a bit to get lost in your own conversations about whatever you guys like to talk about.

— If you're more social, he'd probably follow you to whatever you're doing. He'd stay relatively quiet in most conversations, just listening, unless you prompted him to talk or introduced him to someone, then he'd do the polite thing and say hello and talk to them.

— People write Mikey as overally shy and nervous alot (like.. in the babying grown men way.) but I dont think he'd actually be that bad. I feel like he just takes a bit of time to adjust to talking to people and can be a little awkward at first. Once he warms up to you he's pretty laid-back and will talk with you about anything and everything you want.

— He'd claim that he 'isn't really interested in dating anyone' because he knew the whole thing about how highschool relationships typically never last, so he just tried to avoid it. That was until he met you of course.

— When he met you, his whole perspective on highschool and life in general changed. The more you two got to know eachother the more he fell head-over-heels in love with you.

— He'd definitely help you with homework if needed (and if he understood the class enough...)

— You guys would try and hang out after school to work on homework together but it just ends up being a two-hour period of you guys going on and on about the most random things before realizing that you haven't even started the homework. He'd eventually figure out a way for you guys to get work done but still get time to talk to each other.

— But it's not like you guys don't spend every minute you can together, people swear they can't see one of you without seeing the other. Of course, whenever one of you needs time alone its respected and you take breaks from eachother whenever necessary.

— You two compare music tastes and talk about music alot. Doesn't matter if you have different music taste than him, he wants to talk about it with you (even if he'll tease you a little about liking different stuff). If you have similar taste though, it'll definitely bring you closer.

— Movie nights are a big thing for him, he usually likes to pick the movie but he'll try and watch whatever you want, too. He'll explain parts of the movie to you if he can, he's a movie nerd and will tell you facts you had never heard of.

— If you're within walking distance from eachother (or one / both of you can drive) you two will come over and stop by whenever you can, even if it's just for a moment to say hi.

— You and Mikey meeting in highschool definitely made a big positive impact on your relationship in the future, you've changed eachother in small and big ways over the course of time and both of you agree that you're glad you met when you did.

* i tried my best with this i hope its okay! i really enjoyed writing these even if i was a bit repetitive and not proofread (im sleep deprived atm) , if anyone has any more ideas branching off of this plot please let me know! id love to make this an ongoing thing :)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for not promoting a charity play I'm in? TW for discussions of fictional sexual coercion.

I recently tried out for an amateur theater production whose ticket sales will support a local library. I wasn't really expecting much, as I'm not an actor, but I was cast as the lead! I've been enjoying rehearsals, but the issue is, well, I don't really like the script. It's a comedy, but part of the backstory of the play's events is that two of the characters were blackmailed into having regular sexual contact with someone they didn't like for YEARS. And this is repeatedly played for laughs.

No one else in the cast (mostly women) has voiced any issue with this. They all seem to find it funny - in fact, some of them even ad lib additional "jokes" about it. I haven't said anything disapproving because I knew from square one that I was NOT going to find a different script that would fit our needs - and even if I did, this is a very small charity group that can't really afford to license another script, so we're stuck with what we've got. I'm going through with it because it's for a good cause, and at least my character doesn't have to say any of the objectionable lines.

But WIBTA if I didn't tell anyone to come see this play? Obviously I'm pro-fiction, including bad, stupid, and tasteless fiction, but just because I believe this play has a right to exist doesn't mean I want my grandma to come see me perform in it. (When I say "my grandma," I'm using her as a rhetorical device standing in for a much wider social circle including family, friends, and coworkers, but yes, if she finds out about this play's existence, my literal actual grandma WILL come and I will not be able to tell her no.)

Reasons I might not be the asshole: I've been told that in past years, this play has always sold out. They probably don't need my hype.

Reasons I might be the asshole: This play is mostly advertised by word of mouth. And the last time they did this "annual" play, it was pre-COVID, so the fact that plays used to sell out then doesn't necessarily mean they'll sell out now. Also, I told at least one family member I was going to audition for this play, and she said something to the effect of "if you get in, let me know, because I have to come see!" which I agreed to. (At the time, I had no idea what the script was like.)

TL;DR: I'm in a play that supports a good cause but contains material that I find objectionable. I'm a bit embarrassed / ashamed at the thought of people who know me seeing me perform in this. WIBTA for keeping this on the down-low (and thus potentially depriving the charity of word-of-mouth ticket sales?)

What are these acronyms?

[queen-dahlia]

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥

~𝗗𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘁! 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀' 𝘅𝘅𝘅~

Nothing "sexy" here, I just wasted all those tickets yesterday, and it's not worth 480 hearts tbh, not only that, the story was very short unlike in the previous CE 눈_눈

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation

As I spent time at Obsidian, my concerns only continued to grow,

And one of them is now particularly on my mind.

Emma: "Gilbert, I just overheard something."

Gilbert: "What is it, Little Bunny?"

Gilbert looked up from the book he was reading in bed and tilted his head slightly.

Emma: "Is it true that Gilbert will kill any man who makes eye contact with me?"

(When I first heard that rumor, I thought it was impossible...)

(Looking back over the past few days, I certainly haven't seen the men again who have made eye contact or exchanged words with me.)

(Since it's not just one or two people, it's hard to think it's just a coincidence, and there must be some reason.)

My words brought a refreshing smile to Gilbert's face, whose true meaning I could not read.

Gilbert: "Who told you that rumor?"

Gilbert: "You mean you talked to another man?"

Emma: "No, I really just overheard it, I didn't hear it from anyone."

Gilbert: "Really?"

Emma: "Gilbert, you hate lies, so I won't deceive you."

Gilbert: "I guess so, but I won't tell you."

(… There's something about him.)

(It doesn't sound like he's going to tell me honestly…)

I am well aware that Gilbert is not a simple person to deal with, but I can't back down.

(Gilbert would not have killed a competent person unnecessarily either.)

(If so, I want to know the truth about why the people who were involved with me are disappearing.)

(... Okay.)

Determined, I cupped Gilbert's cheeks in my hands, and I kissed him.

Gilbert: "… What is it?"

The lips that touched mine arched slowly, staring back at me as if enjoying my next reaction.

Emma: "Please tell me the truth."

Emma: "Gilbert, you don't like lies that have been disguised as "rumors" either, do you?"

Gilbert: "You say it, too. But was I so naive to expect me to tell you just now?"

(I know... I knew that.)

(I'm so embarrassed, but...)

Pretending to be oblivious to my nervousness and shame, I slip my negligee off my shoulders.

But Gilbert just stared at me, clad in nothing.

(You mean it's not enough? Then this time...)

I wrap my arms around his neck, and after a nibbling kiss, I seal our lips deeply, and our tongues entwine.

Gilbert: "You're getting more and more nasty."   //   "You're getting more and more lascivious."

Emma: "If Gilbert is willing to teach me, I will be embarrassed and nasty."

Gilbert: "You become without purpose."

Emma: "Aah..."

A cold hand around my back holds me close, depriving me of escape.

Emma: "No... Nnn..."

Gilbert: "You're going to make me talk, aren't you? I'm not even going to try."

I enjoy my voice desperately holding back as I play with the tip of my finger.

I could barely stand and put all my strength into his arms as if I were clinging to him.

Emma: "I can't do it… If you do that..."

Gilbert: "It's taking too long."

Emma: "Whoa…!"

The next thing I know, I'm pushed down on the bed, and Gilbert is looking down at me.

Gilbert: "I'm going to keep you company."

Gilbert: "You better satisfy me or I'm not going to teach you anything, okay?"

(I may not be able to sleep tonight...)

As if lured by the eyes staring back at me, I entwine my arms around his neck and press my lips to his.

When my tongue was inserted, it was easily sucked in and gradually and intensely intertwined with it.

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The next morning—

Gilbert, who was in a good mood, led me to a military training area, which I rarely set foot in.

Gilbert: "Just peek behind the pillars, okay?"

I was given fresh pressure, and I sneaked a peek around to avoid being noticed by the soldiers present…

(! That's the guy I greeted a few days ago and never saw again.)

I looked around and saw that the people working were all people I remembered exchanging greetings with once.

Gilbert: "I'm having them work here so they don't have to deal with you again."

(They were just reassigned to a more secluded location. So rumor has it they were killed...)

I didn't believe the rumors, but when I found out the truth, I felt a weight fall from my shoulders.

Suddenly, Gilbert came into my view.

Gilbert: "You just made eye contact with them, and you exchanged a few words of greeting, so I'm willing to put up with it."

Gilbert: "If anything more than this happens… I will turn "rumors" into "truth," okay?"

I am horrified to hear horrible things said to me as if they were sung to me.

Gilbert: "I understand. I'll keep that in mind."

(Redeployment is such a hassle... and yet he's still as jealous as ever.)

Gilbert's way of loving is unusual, but I can't say I dislike it…

(I'm also influenced a lot by Gilbert.)

(Even so, it is quite difficult to live without talking to or making eye contact with men other than Gilbert.)

(If our eyes meet, another redeployment will occur, and the court will be very busy in a different way.)

Emma: "… I wonder if it would be better if I wore a blindfold when I go out."

Gilbert's eyes light up when I casually mutter these words.

Gilbert: "Do you want to try it right away?"

Emma: "I'm joking! I really don't want to do that."

(This face looks like he's really going to do it someday…)

Emma: "I don't have to wear blindfolds."

Emma: "I don't have to do that. All I see is you, Gilbert."

Gilbert: "Hehe, I'll let you off the hook for that."

Gilbert: "For now, okay?"

(… He’s a really troublesome person.)

My cheeks relaxed as I thought of this, and I realized that somewhere in my heart I was enjoying this situation.

—Thanks to the rumors, I felt like I was able to learn more about Gilbert's and my thoughts again.

[miraclewoozi]

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[liminsendhelp]

Don't pet the flea cat

Price×f!reader

Tags: slight description of reader (chubby, muscular, strong, denying gender as a concept), possibly slightly sociopathic/autistic reader, profanity, denial of authority, evil scientist on the way to becoming. Johns pov included tags and warns are the same as in the last post, srry, I don't have time to make it more civilized and readable. THEY FINALLY TOUCHED LADIES!!! Enjoy

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

The whole day has been going wrong. Right from the start.

You met at five in the morning, as arranged for the days you dig through the database. He was waiting for you in his office, fresh looking, only a little more closed off. You thought to write it off on the early hour. But it certainly wasn't a physical consequence of sleep deprivation.

Emotions, damn it.

John was furious. You didn't say anything to him about it. The normally scowling expression never left your face, the emotionless, chaotically appearing teasing only twice caused him to smirk. But you wanted to shake him, ask him what you'd done wrong. Why he's like this. All the time before working out you could feel that tension. A dark, thick lump of promised fear.

Swallowing your breakfast in almost two bites, you didn't consider your surroundings much. There was something strange in the air. The way the huge room was quiet, full of those normally chatty people. Even Soap only chuckled quietly. Before you left to print out the allowed information, you casually switched to reality, aware of the proximity of the nearby warmth. Your and Price's thighs had been touching all along.

What on the computer had only been a couple dozen pages, images, copies, notes, was turning into an endless mountain of real paper that you were typing in two goes. To keep your head on your shoulders, rather than being ripped off by a secretary who (temporarily, you swear) had a busy printer, you brought a whole stack of paper. You talked, you played spy, getting more and more information out of the little gossip girl. You ate lunch at her place, never letting yourself take more food from her than you could fit in half your palm. She called you a bird and you laughed in agreement, drinking her instant coffee to notfeed your hunger. Not the first time.

As you made your way to your office in the main building that evening, you didn't look round. Moving carefully, only forwards, trying not to drop a pile of printed documents. One of the soldiers held the door for you. Then another one, then again, then another one, but offered help, which you declined. You clenched your jaws. Too many interactions. Fuck away!

Your back was in a terrible state from overexertion you wouldn't let anyone know about, your mood at its very point from lack of sleep and the constant uncomfortable existence with stupid people in the same space. But you still stared sullenly at the dumbest soldier while you held a pile of papers with one hand and opened the office with a magnetic key with the other.

Finally sinking down behind your chair, preparing for another round of proofreading, searching for correlations and missing elements, you let yourself exhale. And think. It was Price, wasn't it? Yesterday, when you told him about the soldiers' behaviour and he reacted so calmly, you gaslight yourself, doing someone else's job. They not even called you a slut in your face and they're animals and you're not special and nothing terrible happened only name calling... And it was expected, wasn't it?

But no, Price clearly went to deal with it. As much as you disliked the whole hierarchy thing, it was hard not to want punishment for those who branded everyone names for one possession of a vagina. You prayed to all the gods that your expectations weren't just a rethinking of the situation into a more palatable direction.

Finally everything was falling into a cycle. You worked with the files already printed out, pulling everything together in an encompassing way for the mind, concentrating on behavioural changes. You stopped by your secretary's office before lunch, giving your energies to small-talk and charming smiles. Your sleep patterns corrected, you smoked less because you didn't have the time anymore. Completely absorbed in your work, focused on your real goal, you didn't notice anything anymore. And a couple of times in a fortnight… Ghost helped with hints.

Ask that soldier, help that soldier, turn round there, yeah, just stand there.

Always managed to pick up a piece of information, form an understanding. The victim was always visible, no matter how well disguised. You made friends with a couple of girls and boys from different departments and backgrounds. Different temperaments, different humour and looks, but you felt that note of vulnerable distrust every time you pushed a little harder on your leadership.

. . .

She had a gaze. Fucked up one.

His first almost-wife had looked at him like that, during their first fight. And the last, to be precise. Pupils small, long angry lashes, always frowning. Ooh, stern.

When she brushed off his question about her name, he wasn't offended in the least. Something familiar about her… there was, no doubt. A piece of a familiar pattern. Potential for a good soldier, human, that was it. There was no criticism or problem in this closed cocoon from which she'd burst into the thick of it. Dry research, ready-made theory. That was why she was so confident in her audacity. John might have wanted to break her, just out of spite. He didn't usually do that, but here the kitten was attacking adult predators, and seriously hoping to win. Thinking she couldn't be seen, sneaking around in the grass with her little paws.

But in a couple of hours of interaction, John saw. Noticed scars here and there, patches of faded fur, and the sharp grin of a smile. She looked like something he'd caught. In training, she'd held up well. A mission, a fulfilment. A soldier with no command.

He could help. Help himself find a therapist.

Sighing once again for the evening, he adjusted his reading glasses. Whiskey in one hand, a small collection of short stories in the other. John read the one book he'd managed to "accidentally" grab from her desk.

Ray bradbury. Lots of circled passages, comments and jokes.

...You're the crowd that's always in the way, using up good air that a dying man's lungs are in need of, using up space he should be using to lie in, alone. Tramping on people to make sure they die, that's you...

In pencil frame and a little note, "should I call a lawyer?"

Other. With some pencil dots and lines on the pages, as if she wanted to but didn't dare leave any words out.

The scythe that gives power....

A family stuck between life and death because the father of the family didn't go to chop the ripe in the field....

A character who sleeplessly accepts his burden.....

...He didn't say good-by to his family. He turned with a slow-feeding anger, found the scythe and walked rapidly, then he began to trot, then he ran with long jolting strides into the field, raving, feeling the hunger in his arms...

The farmer in the field is too busy, even after all these years; too busy slashing and chopping the green wheat instead of the ripe...moves on with his scythe, with the light of blind suns and a look of white fire in his never-sleeping eyes, on and on and on...

He flipped back the page. Where there was only one word, exactly halfway down the circled lines.

...You worked the field all your life because you had to, and one day you came across your own life growin' there. You knew it was yours. You cut it. And you went home, put on your grave clothes, and your heart gave out and you died...

You?

John memorised the page number and put the book back in his desk drawer.

Fuck.

Why couldn't she read something nicer. A children's Bible? No, that was worse. More sins, more circled words. More similarities. And yet, he wanted to finish, wanted to reread everything that had ever graced her attention.

But only those living books that had been marked by her pencil and pen and word. To piece together this puzzle, frank and unmarred by a thick layer of wariness. To let it pass through him, to run his fingers over the traces scattered on the pages. To look in the mirror and see himself years ago. As if everything she'd accused herself of would find the same facet in him.

FUCK.

Angrily setting the empty whiskey glass aside, John walked out and down the stairs.

They'd grown closer over the past fortnight. As close as you could get with a set of human functions. She hadn't relaxed. Not for a second in his presence, not even in the presence of Ghost, who, surprisingly, had become a calming factor for her.

Something was happening. Some weightless bridge of communication. Invisible and solid.

Like when Ghost looked at her, shifted his gaze to someone else for a second and five minutes later she was there.

Like when she didn't turn up for training, showing drafts of already existing research to her Institute's committee. The discussions dragged on, she didn't show up for breakfast, and Ghost looked more sombre than usual.

Just like when she had appeared at lunch that afternoon, angry and barbed. "Those decrepit nerdy fucks have had me since six in the morning." She growls, and Ghost mutters something back about how quickly she's managed to outbite everyone. And the meat is clearly tastier than usual today. And Ghost knows now that scientists are much nicer than recruits. And she grins, just slightly, still wicked.

"You just haven't tasted the babies yet."

And Soap chokes on his tea, Gaz laughs, Ghost looks at her before letting out a deep chuckle. One ha. Not even a ha-ha, but it's something.

And John watches, observes. Marks the lines of communication and the nodes that form new offshoots

John wasn't jealous, there was nothing to be jealous of. Her attention was so entirely on him that she didn't have time to notice the water column diverging in front of her step by step.

It had been two weeks since John had the guys from the newbie group on the playground.

A day's training.

Just what the new recruits dreaded. Not a second of stopping, no food, limited water, total silence. The "24 hours" ended when the fighters started to fall. Sometimes the whole thing lasted for days.

In John's memory, the longest twenty-four hours was a week and a half when someone in his unit made a joke about raping the children of those Nazis who were fighting against them. He was a soldier then, green and unwanted by the leadership.

And the commanders were active and angry.

Steam was blown off on them until the rat came out himself, publicly shamed.

He was dismissed the same day, so that the soldiers did not have time to strangle him for a fortnight of suffering.

It was really horrible. But effective. None of them ever spoke again, even if they didn't want to.

Ghost had already organised something similar on the recruits last year, but they hadn't been smart enough.

John was happy to teach the soldiers to keep quiet. Reputation meant a lot to an organisation. Discipline wasn't just the ability to obey. And, no matter how much she said otherwise, John knew she would have wanted that kind of retribution.

She would find it fair.

The trainers change every three hours, the soldiers are the same. The spaciousness of the gym, the silence and the thick smell of sweat. Eighteen hours of slaughter meat.

The end of the "day."

But. Someone turned out to be more talkative than the others. As the columns of soldiers left the hall, the two idiots whispered something about an old man chasing a dirty cunt and were forced to stay for another two hours. One on one with John.

"You're going to fall and get out of here in a second." "You'll stop and we would start again."

He had no rest that night. After the individual lecture on what respect was, after the picture of tear-wet youthful faces begging forgiveness not from pain but from the realisation of their own failure, he couldn't shake off the rage completely. She had certainly sensed it from the morning, had been over-cautious in her rudeness. But she said nothing, and he began to breathe easier.

John lit a cigarette, there was no energy for cigars. The soldiers on night shift were still avoiding him, afraid of saying the wrong thing. Good for them. Opposite him, smoking dramatically in the shadows of the night, was the wall of the annex occupied by the scientists. The light in her window is on again. The way it had been for two months since her arrival, but had stopped after their meeting. And he thought he'd helped her sleep regime. As if to echo his thoughts, the light goes out, and five minutes later she appears. Sleepy, dark against her white dressing gown, glowing in the light of the night lanterns.

In the silence he can distinctly hear the desperate clicks of the lighter failing to give fire and a quiet "fucking hell" from her harsh mouth. He stands so that the light of the cigarette doesn't show from the shadows. Observes. Her stomping in one place is depressing. Such an open area, only a wall with one door behind, a long run to the corners, direct light. No cover. No hiding.

They were so close, John didn't need to calculate the trajectory he could take to blast her head off with his sniper. But he's unable to realise in time that he's spotted. The dusk makes it impossible to make out all the features of her face, but the swift way she was walking towards him spoke volumes. When John pulls out his lighter, flicking the wheel, emitting only a spark, not a flame, she snorts and slaps his arm. Why?

Her face is close, cigarettes touching at the tips as she holds their cigarettes in her hands to gently light her own. Her careful fingers close to his lips and he inhales the smell of ink and coffee with the smoke.

When her shoulder lightly touches his, her head rests on the hardness of the wall, and the smoke fills her lungs, John notices a certain insufficiency. Unmasked, even more open than usual. But quiet. So not trusting, just tired. That's what makes her stand so close. Obviously nothing more.

"I'm going to rest my head on your shoulder, and then you can pretend I didn't do it." "You're not afraid of groupies anymore?" Why say that? Why? Why? WHY?! Idiot.

She hums and takes a puff, releasing a thin stream of smoke into the night air. "Since you scared them all away?"

So they stand and smoke, sharing little warmth at the thin edges of contact. Her hand presses against his, John noting every muscle movement as she brings the cigarette to her lips and back again.

In the morning, as promised, he pretends nothing happened.

And the soldiers pretend they are numb, blind, and not watching their pair that night.

[pinkydevil16]

Can u do a one shot where you continue the part aemond x reader p.11 where aemond do not enter so reader was alone with aegon and they have sex and then he reveal information about her family, it would have been really interesting just to see another part of the story but this don't get in the way of the original story

If you've read pt 11 the first part of this is in that chapter then carried on:

!THIS IS NOT APART OF THE STORY! This was a request. I think this is more dub/con?

Y/n crept out from her room, having snuck past Aemond although she had been terrified of being caught, now she was out she stuck close to the walls. As she approached the hall she let her cloak fall onto the floor, showing her green dress with a wide shoulder neckline, a black gem sitting on her breasts drawing the eye. This was maybe her worst idea she could have but she needed answers. Aegon sat upon his throne, one of his servants on her knees in front of him, his head thrown back in pleasure opening his eyes to see his Niece standing before him. He moaned loudly holding the poor girl against him whilst keeping eye contact with the younger girl. 

"Leave and clean yourself." He spat at the servant girl throwing her off of him, a smirk coming over his face as he looked upon his niece. Her nerves spiking as he stared openly at her stepping up towards the throne.

"Uncle, i seek you out to have some answers. Please will you grant me peace of mind." She knelt down onto her knee, bowing her head to show submission, staying far enough away he could not touch her. She was disgusted with herself but she could not break anyone else, she had tried with Aemond but his self control was too strong to dishonour her by giving into his crude thoughts. She screwed her eyes shut and reminded herself she needed to know of her family. 

"My beautiful niece, should you not be locked away from prying eyes? I doubt my brother will be pleased at your parading yourself at such a late hour." Breathing out Y/n stood up, her posture perfect as she smiled her sweetest at the now King.

"I wished for a walk to clear my head, and i happened upon you, i do hope i did not interrupt your nightly dalliances." She clasped her hands in front of her to hide her light shaking, she regretted her plan as soon as she had seen him with the poor girl. Her uncle was a deprived man who had no morals towards his family nor people. 

"I would say you being here sped along my dalliances if anything Niece, is there a reason you have come to me for answers? And not your betrothed?" Aegon enjoyed watching her squirm as she fought the disgust at his words, looking up at him with wide eyes she took a small step up towards him. Swallowing the bile in her throat as she spoke to him.

"My King, i request knowledge on my family, i have been for weeks now and there has been no word of my family. I understand you are at war but i just request to know if my family have been seen." Aegon held out his hand to Y/n, raising his eyebrow when she did not take it.

"Come closer and i will tell you what you wish to know dear Niece, i am not so cruel to keep a beautiful woman wanting." He knew his words caused her deep disgust but could not revel in it, she had been the one thing Aemond had restricted from him. Nodding Y/n approached him, slowly placing her hand in his as she was dragged forward, her body bent over the throne, her hands on his shoulder as he relaxed back into the metal. His hand moving upwards to her shoulder, his grip tightening.

"How much does your family mean to you Y/n? How far are you willing to go to know they are safe? How far would you go to save your mother? Your brothers perhaps." Her hands shook as he continued to touch her, his hand now on her hip, caressing her waist as he debated what he wanted most. 

"I love my family more than anything, i would do anything to keep them safe. I just wish to know if they are alive." Her voice shook, Aegon's hand dropped to her thigh, dragging her closer until she was sat on his lap. She could feel him stirring beneath her, his trousers still undone from his previous engagement.

"Remove your dress." Aegon commanded, his hands already pulled the green garment up to her hips, his hands gripping her soft flesh. Y/n let out a shaky breath, pulling the dress over the head, a thin slip barely hiding her body from him. Her nipples hardening from the cold, the cool metal of the iron throne on her naked knees. 

"Are you still a maiden Y/n?" The girl nodded, afraid to speak as Aegon ripped her slip off her body. His body lounging back on the throne to take in her untouched body.

"You are stunning Niece, no wonder my brother chose you." At the mention of Aemond Y/n froze, Aegon chuckled forcing her to lay on top of him.

"I've chosen my price, i will tell you everything i know." His harsh grip on her chin hurting as he kissed her. His hand reaching down to pull his hard cock out his trousers, hitting against her thigh.

"Climb on top and fuck yourself on my cock. If you want information you'll have to earn it. But don't worry dear Niece i'm not cruel, i'll help you." Aegon smiled smugly at the girl, she had expected him to ask for much less. His hand delved between her thighs, she was already wet making him chuckle, he place hid thumb on her clit and sunk two fingers into her. She whimpered in pain.

"If you want it to feel better i would move if i were you." Y/n refused to look at him, placing her hand on his shoulders she moved, the pain fading after a few different movements. She didn't know how she was meant to make it feel better, she had not been told anything if this kind. Aegon became agitated as she moved awkwardly, scared to hurt herself more. Grasping her hip he pushed her down, her eyes screwing shut as a moan escaped her. His hand guided her to grind and bounce on his hand, slowing adding a third. 

"There you are Niece, now lift yourself up and i shall line you up nicely for me." Y/n nodded, the wet sound of his hand being moved disgusting her. She saw his cock underneath her, Aegon's hand pushed her roughly onto him. Y/n let out a cry, her body collapsing onto him, her head on his shoulder. His wet hand coming to his mouth to taste. 

"Now now niece, bounce or i'll take back my generous offer." Tears formed in her eyes as she lifted herself, his hand roughly pulling her face from shoulder to watch her face. His smirk not leaving as he watched her bounce, the wet sound filling the throne room. Fisting his shirt she ground on him between bounces, a warmth growing in her belly as she did. Aegon could see her holding in her noises of pleasure, roughly thrusting up into her, a loud moan ripping past her as he did. 

"You are squeezing me well niece, such a perfect fuck." He spoke thrusting into her, her head dropping as she shook, the warmth in her belly exploding. Whimpering bis name as she came. Her insides clenching around him Aegon groaned pumped into her quicker before letting go. Y/n had been out of it, over stimulated from her release but she felt it. She felt him inside of her, painting her insides. 

"No." She whispered as she realised why he'd done it. Trying to get off him however she was forced to stay on him, a cry coming out as she felt him beginning to harden again inside. 

"Now Niece, you keep bouncing whilst i tell you what you want to know."

how do people feel about this fic? It's a lot darker than what i've been writing so would love to hear people's opinions on it :)

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 1 – STONY FAVORITES

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Annie D (scaramouche)

Annie D is a fandom treasure, honestly. Not only is their writing style amazing, but the stories they come up with make me want to just roll around in their brain and soak up the creativity. In a completely chill way, of course.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

The Love Spell

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 16,054 Tags: Getting Together, Light-Hearted, Humor

Summary: Tony wakes up in love with Steve. This is an alarming turn of events, because he wasn’t in love with Steve when he fell asleep the night before. That said, it’s sort of nice? To be in love? He’s enjoying it, anyway.

Reasons why I love it: Tony just tears at my heart-strings in this one. Not because the fic is especially angsty or sad, but because he's so goddamn relatable. I love the way Steve is portrayed in this too, how supportive and caring he is. This fic encompasses a lot of the reasons why I love Stony so much. Definitely give this one a read!

Not a Breakup

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 33,531 Tags: Friends With Benefits, Feelings Realization, Miscommunication

Summary: Tony knew it was a bad idea to start sleeping with Steve. It could mess up team dynamics, make things even more awkward between them in the future, or just plain get in the way of their trying to save the world. Tony foresaw all of the above but not the advent of feelings, and at the most inopportune moment.

Reasons why I love it: I really, really love how Annie D manages to make the smut in this incredibly hot, hilarious and sweet, all at the same time. Sleep-deprived Tony is so much fun, and his exhaustion being the catalyst for this whole thing with Steve? Love it. Miscommunication is one of my favorite tropes, and the way it's done in this fic feels very natural. All in all an amazing fic that you don't want to miss!

A Late-Night Snack, and Other Good Ideas

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 12,117 Tags: A/B/O, Heat Cycles, Alpha Steve / Omega Tony

Summary: Steve's heightened senses means that he always knows when Tony's in heat. One night, he finally does something about it.

Reasons why I love it: Their banter in this is just fucking amazing. And I could cut the sexual tension with a knife, which makes it all the more satisfying when it finally implodes. Plus, I'm always a fan of Steve Rogers Is Not A Virgin, so yeah, this ticks a lot of boxes. Definitely give this one a read if you like A/B/O.

Overhaul

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 18,783 Tags: Getting Together, Unrequited to Requited, Character Study

Summary: Steve knows that Tony has feelings for him and, since he doesn’t return those feelings, has been mildly dreading the day that Tony decides to do something about it. When that day finally arrives, Steve discovers that Tony’s wooing strategy isn’t anything at all like he’d expected.

Reasons why I love it: This story gave me so many Tony feels, and then hit me out of nowhere with an equal amount of Steve feels. It's such a fantastic take on their characters, with truly amazing dialogue. If I could take a pen and underline all my favorite parts, every second sentence would be underlined. It's that good. Definitely a must-read!

There's an App for That

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 17,439 Tags: No Powers, Romantic Comedy, Mild Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Thanks to the modern gig economy, Steve is the successful owner of a break-up service, i.e. people pay him to break up with their partners for them. One day, he gets the first break-up request for Tony Stark.

Reasons why I love it: The concept for this is honestly so cool. I've never read another fic quite like it, and I don't think anyone could do it better than Annie D does it here. It's fun and light-hearted for the most part, but when it hits deep, it hits hard. I love all of it, the happy getting-to-know-each-other parts as well as the angsty-punch-in-the-gut parts. The way they end up together feels so natural, it's all really well written. Definitely check this one out!

Stuck in a...

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 13,005 Tags: A/B/O, Mating Cycles, Alpha Steve / Omega Tony

Summary: Steve gets into a serum-enhanced rut. Tony figures that there’d be a long list of people who’d volunteer to help Steve out, but there’s only one person Steve wants.

Reasons why I love it: Steve almost losing his mind because he wants Tony so much but holding himself back to protect him? Um, yes, please. This fic executes the hormone-riddled alpha trope flawlessly, and the conclusion is hot as hell. Plus, omega Tony is a complete delight. I'd recommend this fic to anyone who likes A/B/O.

[mayfieldss]

Misinformation - Jesper Fahey

Warnings: general crow crimes, petty theft, and chaos.

AN: some Jesper scrap for you little scavengers

Jesper Fahey was known for being something of a loud and talkative soul, and sometimes this got him into trouble. Often you could ignore it, laugh it off or tease the boy when he had been called into Kaz's quarters for a stern talking to. It wasn't often that Jesper's incapability to be quiet came to have an effect on you, though, you knew eventually the trouble Jesper brought with him would catch up to you as well.

"You're partnering me up with Jesper?" You weren't mad, rather surprised at the news you had received from the bastard of the barrel. Kaz intended to complete a job by pairing both you and Jesper together, and you could by no means understand why he thought this was a good idea. You tolerated Jesper, laughed at his jokes, and spent enough time with him to be called friends, but you had never done a job together before—you wanted to keep it that way.

"You'll keep him in check" Kaz doesn't bother looking at you, he doesn't have the time to do so. You have come to believe that Kaz just doesn't like people and would do his best to avoid interaction with them at all costs.

"How do you know I'm capable of that?" Your question is genuine. You don't believe you can be the one to keep Jesper Fahey in line, quite frankly you don't think that anyone can, and you're not fond of babysitting.

"Because if you don't, you'll die" Kaz's words come sharp and were not at all what you expected in response. It certainly wasn't a comforting statement, but it was an inspiring one.

"You're sending me on a job that you know will lead me to my death?" You take a step forward but with the slightest tilt of Kaz's head at your approach, you think the better of it.

"If you can keep Jesper in check, you won't see death just yet." His tone is dismissive, and you know he wishes you to leave. It's irritating how much of a hold Kaz has over his entire crew, everyone never daring to protest his methods. There isn't anything you can say to change the mind of Kaz Dirtyhands Brekker and there never will be, so you do what is expected of you and leave the room, and Kaz, behind.

Almost as if on cue, Jesper appears comically from down the hall, turning to walk in the direction which you're headed once he sees you. "You excited about our job?" He seems to bounce rather than walk, and you take note of this for later in case it comes to be something dangerous to the span of your life.

"No".

"Come on," Jesper dares to sling an arm around your shoulder, grinning like a madman. "it's our first job together, it'll be fun."

"Jobs aren't supposed to be fun, Jes".

Jesper just chuckles, removing his arm from around you, opting to walk backward at your side so he can get a better look at you. "Now, Y/N, that's not the right attitude."

You raise a brow, deciding to humour the boy as you head to the stairs. Perhaps you could push him down them and find a new partner—preferably one of few words.

"You need to enjoy life, these jobs, they can be fun I promise," He pauses, turning to walk forward once more before glancing your way. "I'll show you."

"You'll show me?" You know you're walking way too fast down the staircase, going the greatest pace you can without running. Jesper, curse his long legs, keeps up with you just fine.

"I'll show you just how enjoyable Kaz's jobs can be."

This is a terrifying statement. It's settling upon you now just how almost imminent your death will be on this job. Jesper seems utterly unfazed by the concept, and you wonder whether Kaz had specified the dangers to the boy as he had you. Most likely he had, but Jesper just hadn't been paying attention.

-

When the day of the job finally arrived, you were sleep deprived and highly strung, two things you most definitely should not have been, but were. The concept of death at the fault of Jesper Fahey's rather loud personality had kept you awake thinking of all the ways you could keep the boy quiet and focused. You had thought of only two options so far, tying him up and shoving a cloth in his mouth, and of course, killing him. But you couldn't do either of those things to Jesper, he was your friend after all, and you would never be able to find it in yourself to hurt him beyond the friendly punch of an arm.

When you saw Jesper, he was dressed as usual in colourful attire that was in no way discrete. "Don't you think all this-" You wave a hand across his outfit suggestively, "Will bring us some unwanted attention?"

Jesper only laughs, placing a hand upon one of the guns at his hips for comfort. "All attention is wanted attention, Y/N".

You can't help but frown, trying to understand what of all things could be going on up in the mind of Jesper Fahey. "I think people trying to kill us is something of unwanted attention, Jes".

"Oh no" Jesper grins wide, something that would be rather contagious were you not so concerned. "That's the best kind of attention".

If you weren't afraid before, you most definitely were now, dragging Jesper out the doors of the Slat. Getting the job over and done with was the only option, facing your possible death braver than running from it.

The destination was something of an unappealing place on the outside, meant to deter criminals such as the Dregs from feeling inclined to enter. But the inside of the place was glamorous and beyond anything you had ever been a part of, and as you looked at Jesper it seemed that he and his choice of dress fit right in. Perhaps you would be the one to draw attention, in nothing but plain work attire.

"Are you worried about your appearance darling?" Jesper is eyeing you close, and you hadn't realized you had been looking down at your outfit until he spoke. All you do is shrug in response, ready to move on, though Jesper's voice stops you.

"I wouldn't worry, you look stunning, as always" he winks and you try your best to ignore the statement, refusing to acknowledge the ghost of a blush on your cheeks. You hate him for it, just how much he makes you feel, whether it be fear or something else entirely.

"In here" You summon Jesper over to you, the boy having taken the smallest of detours over to a rather interesting-looking lamp. He seemed to be having fun with it, reluctant to leave its fancy glow, but he approached you, nonetheless. Following you into the room which you'd found, he seemed oddly close to you, as if he was afraid to let you slip too far into danger. As though he had to be right there with guns at the ready, just in case. It was somewhat comforting that a part of Jesper did take the jobs seriously, even when most of it seemed like a joke.

You must have jinxed it, Jesper's attention seconds later caught by a painting lingering in the darkness. "What on earth is this?" He points to the thing as he makes his way to it, pulling a funny face back at you as he stops beside the art. "Who in their right mind would want this in their house?".

He's right, the painting is horrid. An image of a woman that appears as though possessed, cradling a picnic basket in one arm and a cat in the other, though the animal does not seem at all pleased. You allow a smile to slip, the faces Jesper pulls at the piece something that can not resist the reward of a grin.

As you turn away, however, looking for the particular item that you came for, Jesper speaks again. "I love it when you do that".

The words make you freeze just for a moment, hand outstretched and ready to open the box before you. "Do what?" You know you shouldn't give into his games, but you can't help yourself. You have to know what goes on in that marvellous mind.

"Smile," you can hear Jesper's footsteps as he walks about the room, making you want to look at him so badly. "I love it when you smile."

You refuse to give in to the charm he holds, opening the box before you as if his words have no effect. Clearly, they do, because you can't stop yourself from continuing the conversation.

"Why?"

Jesper laughs behind you somewhere in the room, most likely doing anything but what you were sent here to do. "It's a real smile, an infectious one".

Out of everyone, you were sure Jesper had the infectious smile, his grin always wide and inviting, a teasing kind of smile that dared you to share in his joy. Not that you noticed it enough to recall it in detail. What would that make you if you did?

The open box sat before you, a piece of jewellery inside. It was a large necklace that shone even in the darkness in which you stood. The moonlight from the far window reflected off its bright stones like mirrors, odd colours shining from the gems. This is what Kaz had sent you to retrieve, though the item seemed too fragile to even hold. It was clearly expensive and the thought of breaking it before you got it to Kaz weighed on your mind.

"Is that the necklace?"

You jumped, Jesper's voice right beside you as he lent over your shoulder to get a look at the object. How you had not noticed the boy approach, you did not know.

"I'm not that scary, am I?" He pulled a face in the moonlight, following it up with some kind of childish roar.

"Just don't sneak up on me like that and you won't be." It was hard not to give Jesper your full attention, you had to admit, but there was a job to do, and spending quality time with the boy could wait. You had to grab the jewel and get out before you were caught. Kaz would expect you back within the hour and you were certainly running behind schedule already.

"We should dance." Jesper pulls on your arm, daring you to come into the centre of the room with him. He's smiling in a way that suggests he's excited to take the risk and you hate him for it.

"No, we should not." You tug your arm from his grip, ready to remove the jewellery and make your escape. Jesper is persistent in his other plans.

"Come on Y/N, I promised you fun and I want to show you fun." He sounds genuinely unbothered as if he has all the time in the world to be prancing around some rich stranger's house. You would have expected a little more fear from him, but the boy was in fact without the feeling. So far, the job had gone smoothly, Jesper hadn't been too loud or irritating and there had been no need to watch over him with caution. Now, things were taking a turn.

"I don't consider getting ourselves caught a fun activity." Your voice is full of warning, but Jesper sees opportunity, though you're not sure what for.

"Just one dance Y/N."

"No."

"Give me two minutes of your time, I promise I'm a good dancer." Jesper is back at your side now, making attempts to take your hand in his, though, you swat him away each time.

"Jesper, stop."

To your surprise, Jesper does as he's told, though he doesn't stop talking. "Kaz really has you wrapped around his little finger, doesn't he?" His tone isn't accusatory but rather disappointed, as if he expected more from you. What was he waiting for? Did he expect you to call in the guards just for the thrill of it? Throw away the priceless jewels Kaz wanted just because he wanted to have some fun?

"Don't act like you aren't as well." You throw him a look, though you're not sure it could be entirely interpreted in the darkness, the moon falling behind a cloud outside.

"Do you even want to be here?" Jesper's voice is quieter now, a hint of emotion within the words that you can't quite decipher, but it makes your heart sink, nonetheless.

"No Jes, I don't want to be robbing some rich old lady in the middle of the night." You bring your focus back to the necklace, lifting it from the case as carefully as you can. A part of you was afraid an alarm would go off once it was removed, but you were met with nothing of the sort. Quiet surrounds you, which is somewhat unsettling as you make your way to the door of the room. You had to make it to the kitchen on the second floor now, your escape hatch waiting for you there.

"I meant; do you even want to be here with me?" Jesper is standing back in the room, his voice freezing you in place as you reach for the door handle. He sounds somewhat heartbroken, but there is frustration lacing his speech as well, just a hint of it.

"No Jesper, I don't want to be here with you." You don't know what brings you to say it, the honestly ripping through the quiet of the room just as the moonlight returns. You wish it had stayed hidden, it now casting Jesper in its light as you turn to face him. He doesn't look mad, but he's not happy either. It's as though you are staring at a deflated balloon, one slowly losing its air over time.

"Why not?"

It's a heart-breaking question that you don't know how to answer. You liked spending time with Jesper, but you were known to have high anxiety, and the possibility of him getting you caught or killed on a job weighed heavy on your consciousness. Telling him that made you sound selfish, but you didn't know what else to say.

"You don't like to follow the plan, you like to mess around," You pocket the necklace knowing well enough you've wasted too much time already. Losing it would destroy you. "It stresses me out Jesper, you stress me out."

Jesper lets out a groan, "I stress you out?" glancing up at the ceiling for a moment he runs a hand over his face. He's tired, and so are you. "Why do you think I asked you to dance?"

"Because you were built to stress me out?" You turn back to the door, pulling it open and peeking out as Jesper chuckles behind you. This most definitely had not been the plan and you were certain Kaz would pull you up on being late once you got back to the Crow Club. If you got back to the Crow Club.

"I asked you to dance because I thought it would help you loosen up, calm you down a little."

"Well, you were wrong" You move quickly out of the room, leaving Jesper behind, the boy following after you as you make your way through the house. How you're to get to the second floor without being spotted, you don't know, but you've got to try.

"Kaz is never wrong." You pause then, in the middle of the hallway. You should keep moving and get out of the open, so instead of being a sitting duck, you pull Jesper into the nearest room.

It turns out the room was more of a storage closet, its contents nothing like where you had previously been. You stumbled over a bucket as you tugged Jesper inside, closing the door behind him.

"What did Kaz say to you?" You don't bother whispering even though you probably should, a butler or perhaps the owner of the house able to appear any second.

Jesper doesn't say anything and it's then you realize that your hand is still firmly gripping the fabric of his vest, your hold on it what you used to pull him into the small space with you. You let go and Jesper clears his throat.

"Kaz put us together because he thinks you need to relax, you're too tense on jobs, and believe it or not, that leads to more mistakes than all the dumb shit I do."

You don't believe him, a frown forming on your brow. Jesper reaches up as if to wipe it away, but you slap his hand down. "I have never made a mistake on a job."

"Well, Kaz thinks you'll make one in the future." Jesper shrugs and you hate him for it—how he can be so calm in a situation like this.

"Kaz told me to keep you in line. He said that's why we were on the job together, so I could keep an eye on you." You wait for Jesper to react to the words, maybe flip out a little like you, but he seems unbothered.

His eyebrows raise and soon he's nodding, "That makes sense."

He doesn't care that Kaz sent both of you with different instructions, he's not bothered that he lied to both of you for the sake of the job. Jesper doesn't seem to care. You step back, leaning against the far wall of the storage closet. You're tired and angry, and as much as you hate to admit it, you're still stressed about the job.

"So what? Kaz wanted you to be my emotional support dreg?"

"I guess." Jesper shrugs again and you give in, banging the back of your head against the wall, frustration taking over. Jesper stands before you, something between a worried and amused expression mixing on his features.

"How do you stay so calm all the time?" You ask him finally, giving into Kaz's scheme, as much as you hate to do so. Jesper smiles, though its different to the ones he usually shares, placing a hand on one of the holsters at his hip.

"I don't'.

It's not the answer you were expecting and Jesper seems to notice, the smallest of chuckles leaving his lips. "I'm stressing on the inside all the time, Y/N. Sometimes I let it take over, sometimes I don't. It just depends on the day". His words are gentle, honest, and somehow, they make you feel better. It's nice to know that the panic consuming you at all hours during jobs is something you can share with someone else.

"I guess Kaz thinks we need each other, huh?" You can hear the smile in Jesper's voice now, it's a genuine one, though you can't see it in the dark of the closet.

"Maybe we do." Your words are quiet, but you know he can hear them, and soon he's approaching you, hand grabbing your own.

"Would you be interested in dancing with me some other time then?"

You pretend to think over the offer, waiting a moment in silence with his hand in yours until finally, you give him the relief of an answer. "I would love to".

Before Jesper can say anything more, you drag him back to the door of the closet opening it with caution and stepping out. You don't let go of his hand as you make your way through the house. You don't want to, and as much as you hate to admit it, Kaz was right. Holding Jesper's hand has kept you calmer on a job than you have ever been before. If Jesper notices he doesn't say anything, but he lets you know he's there occasionally, squeezing your hand every once and a while. You appreciate it and him.

It seems like forever, but at last, you make it out of the place, jewellery secure in your pocket, and the job going off without a hitch. You give yourself a moment to bask in this fact, despite being near an hour late to meet Kaz back at the Crow Club. Jesper laughs behind you, a sound of relief similar to what you felt, and you drop his hand, at last, turning to face him.

You can't help the grin that takes over your features, everything that happened blending into one hopeless mess that hadn't been as bad as you expected. Jesper is watching you with something like pride, and you share a moment or two of silence before he breaks it.

"I love it when you smile."

He's already told you this once tonight, and his words make you realize just how wide your grin truly is. You shouldn't be this happy with yourself, there is nothing that should cause this much emotion, other than Jesper, standing before you with his own infectious smile.

You don't say anything, instead extending a hand to him which he takes. He waits a moment before twirling you around, and soon you're dancing in the streets like two young children late for dinner. What makes this just that bit better is that it's that time of night in Ketterdam, where it's quiet and empty other than the few clusters of people lurking in the alleys. On the main streets the moonlight shines down through thinning clouds and you are free to dance with Jesper all the way back to the Crow Club where Kaz should be waiting. You're in no rush, even though you should be back by now.

Jesper is smiling at you as though you are the only person he wishes to know, and you have no doubts that you are looking at him just the same. Kaz will wring you both out to dry by the time you get back, but that's a problem for later, for now you want to stay where you are.

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GRISHAVERSE TAGLIST: @avyannadawn

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads

[aphroditelovesu]

Do you have any headcanons for yandere icarus?

''Let me take care of you my love, I always will even if you don't want to.'' - Icarus.

❝⚡— lady l: I hope you like these headcanons, anon! I certainly enjoyed writing Icarus as a yandere a lot and I hope you will also enjoy how he was written. Feedbacks are always welcome and I'm sorry for any mistakes :) Good reading!!! 😊❤️

❝tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, uncontrolled jealousy, implied physical aggression, dub-con, implicit murder, threats, slight nsfw, unhealthy relationship.

❝pairing: yandere!icarus x gender neutral!reader

Icarus is known for his disobedient and impulsive behavior when he tried to fly across the Aegean Sea and this culminated in his death. His yandere features are slight but they're still there and he's developed a new obsession after laying his eyes on you and he doesn't intend to lose you.

His love for you is very strong and he is always there for you, he doesn't like to be left out and will act annoyingly if you ignore him. Icarus likes attention, but your attention even more and he lives for it, he craves your approval and love and he is willing to do anything to get it.

He is very delusional actually, he thinks you are together before you are and if anyone dares to try to break the illusion he will act in strange and even violent ways depending on the person. He won't listen to anyone but you, and he will even go against his own father if he objects to your relationship. He loves you, why can't others understand that?

There are few things he wouldn't do for you and one of them is letting you fly, he might be being extremely hypocritical and it's not like he really cares but he doesn't want anything to happen to you. He can't let anything happen to you and even though he trusts you and his father, he's still not taking any chances.

Icarus is the type of person that will always put you first in everything, he lives for you, he breathes and would die for you, he is willing to do anything for you. If you asked him to kill his own family he would do it without question, he is an obedient yandere for you and you only. You wield all kinds of power over which even he doesn't know, even he doesn't quite know the extent of his obsession with you but one thing is certain, he will do whatever you order and ask.

In contrast to him being obedient to you, Icarus will demand your presence constantly, he won't listen if you say it's not possible or how unrealistic it was, he'll take what he wants and if he wants you, he'll have you. He knows he might be being a bad boy but he doesn't care about any of it, he wants you all the time, in every way and will act violently if his demands are not met.

To say he's clingy is stupid, Icarus is a very, so much, clingy. He wants to be with you all the time, if he can follow you to the bathroom for example, he will. You're the one who has to set limits for him, and chances are he won't respect them, but you're the one who has to control them. You are the only one who can make him listen and he will listen to you, even if he doesn't like being too far away from you, he will if you tell him to. But he likes to snuggle with you, he likes to have you in his arms or to lay in your arms and listen to your heartbeat, he loves everything about you.

Icarus is insanely jealous of you, he is a spoiled man and he will not be deprived of you, ever. He will act irritating and needy when he's jealous (something that happens all too often). He's not the type of guy who share you with anyone, no matter who it is, you are his and you will always be his. He is not the type to threaten people, but if he is feeling threatened by someone he will make death threats and promises to whoever is making him jealous and will be even more clingy than usual. Icarus will remind you who you belong in every possible way you can imagine.

He is overprotective of you, he has your back all the time, even when there is no danger of any kind in sight, he will still hold you protectively in his arms and make sure you are safe and warm. Icarus likes to take care of you, he always has, and even though he'll never tell you out loud, he likes it when you're vulnerable and allow yourself to be loved and cared for by him and him alone. It's adorable when you cringe and crawl into his arms, it's rhe Elysian Fields as far as he's concerned.

Icarus likes to take you in his time, taking all the necessary care and affection, you are and always have been his priority and he wants to make you feel nothing less than a goddess/god and he will. He would take you slow and agonizing, slowly pushing into your heat, enjoying your changing expressions, he wants to see the pure pleasure on your face, he craves it. Icarus likes to give more than he gets when it comes to you, he loves to eat you, lick your juices while circling your clit with his index finger is making slow finger movements, or sucking you hard, squeezing your entire length and licking your glans as if he was starving and he was, starving for you. He prefers to lick/suck you, he likes to taste you, but he won't protest if you want to do the same for him. He's kind and loving normally, but if he's jealous or you want him to, he'll be hard and rough with you.

Icarus is many things, impulsive, reckless and obedient, but he's all of those things just for you. He doesn't care if he needs to be any other way to please you, he will, because all that really matters at the end of the day is his happiness and he will do anything to see you happy. If you want expensive gifts then whatever, he will give it to you or if you prefer simple things he will give it to you too, none of that matters but only you and he will remind you of that every day of your life. You're important to him, the love of his life, and Icarus can't risk anything happening to you, ever. You are everything to him and he will protect and love you forever. Remember this, he is yours and you are his.

[phantomtickles]

Intro Post!

Hullo!

I've been on tumblr for so long but figured it was time to make a more official introductory first step!

Name: G

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 25

SFW/NSFW

I am a bisexual switch from the East Coast, close to the DMV area

If you are a minor please do not interact with my page. Respectfully

Since this is partially NSFW blog, I will have kink/sex-related things posted/reblogged so please be aware if that makes you uncomfortable or if that's not what you're interested in.

If you are racist. homophobic, transphobic, and/or hateful or dsicriminatory towards any marginalized groups of people, I am not interested and you will be blocked.

Please understand that if you do not respect or follow my boundaries. you will be blocked. Please treat me with kindness. I am a human. An adult human that has responsibilties and cannot always respond/ does not always have the mental ability to.

While we are talking, remember CONSENT IS KEY!! If you do not follow this, and try forcing me to do something I am not comfortable with or is unconsensual intentionally you will be blocked.

I am not really comfy sharing photos of myself with strangers

Things I'm into:

Kink/blog-related: Tickling (giving and receiving), teasing, bondage, voice, hands, body worship, edging, food play, temperature play, brat play. sensation play, sensory deprivation, praise

Hobbies: Reading, cozy-gaming, watching movies, going to the theater, going to the movies

Some of my favorite authors: Rick Riordan, Ruta Sepetys, V.E. Schwab, Sarah J. Maas, Olivia Dade, Stephen King

Some of my favorite movies: Toy Story 2, Moulin Rouge, Werewolf by Midnight, Nightmare Before Christmas, The Lord of the Rings Triology, Harry Potter, Silence of the Lambs, Spirited Away

Some of my favorite TV shows: Criminal Minds, Supernatural, The Masked Singer, Moonknight, Only Murders in the Building, Ms. Marvel, Stranger Things, The Haunting of Bly Manor

I'm really shy at first and probably will spam you instead of reaching out like the introvert I am so here are some conversation starters if you feel the same way or just for fun!!

Anything about Disneyworld (Listen it's a problem, but it's not hurting anyone LOL)

What is your favorite Disney movie? (it changes frequently)

Favorite book you've read? Or currently reading?

What muppet character do you most relate too?

What is your favorite food?

Ask me about my cat! (I talk too much about him)

Favorite broadway show? (Also changes frequently)

What's your favorite fruit?

Favorite season and why?

If you could have a superpower, what would it be and why?

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(Or my reaction to Episodes 53-54 of Wolf359).

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Episode 53: Dirty Work

This episode has gotten a lot of hype from the mutuals. I hope that means Pryce and Cutter are actually gonna bother to show up this time. The two of them did their whole ominous “we’re going to space” thing at the very beginning of this season, well hurry up and go to space then since you care so much! Instead they gave us enough time for Doug to have his radio show arc, which (while it was necessary, and I enjoyed it), just goes to show how much time Pryce and Cutter actually put into this. Which should be evident given that it has taken them at least this long to get to space despite it being their “life’s work” (and for some “higher purpose” they’ll probably monologue about too no doubt 🙄. Hopefully they keep their speech shorter or at least more interesting than Whiskey Boy). Laziest villains of all time sending other people to space the dirty work. Which happens to be the episode title, look at that.

And if I had to guess who is going to be doing Pryce and Cutter’s dirty work, my money’s on Whiskey Boy. Well, actually, my money’s on free-will deprived Hera, but I hope I’m wrong.

Well this is rare. No preview ads to skip through. Huh.

Oh, Minkowski 🥺. We know you didn't want to kill anyone. Don't worry, I will give you justice in fanfic if the show doesn't give it to you here.

HILBERT. Shut up. Even in death, you still don't get it do you? Minkowski has a right to be upset. Even if anyone on this ship makes it back to earth, they are still gonna be extremely traumatized.

Doug, what are you up to now?

And no, Lovelace. Minkowski is not okay. None of you are okay.

"23rd time is the charm!" That's the spirit, Doug! 🥰

Oh right, the reset that Hera has been putting off.

Lol, Hera's "Good Boy". There you go Doug. You see, he can be taught.

"Get him to do what he's told!" Well that would likely be Hera's department.

Not the bottles of beer song. I swear, why are Kepler and Jacobi even still here? What are they contributing? 🍻 "Don't do anything stupid?" a bit late for that.

Um...what is this? Who was that? Wait is that Maxwell's ghost talking to Jacobi?

Do not be a bad guy again Duck Boy. 🦆 That is how your friend got killed, remember? Do you want to be a dead duck?

Well at least we got some music. Nice work, Doug! 🎶

VERIFICATION CODE WHISKEY. a;lsjkfklsdjfk I KNOW Kepler came up with that one. I don't care that it's a legit code, I know it is, but he probably puts Whiskey in every single secret code of his.

Doug. GET BACK INSIDE.

Not demolitions. Jacobi. You fool. You impulsive explosive dumb-dumb. Do not blow up the ship you're on.

"Now I may not be as smart as my late colleague" understatement of the century Jacobi.

Oh great. He's willing to kill them all. Fantastic. Oh and Kepler's coming too. OH. Because Minkowski killed Maxwell and Kepler let her die and had no remorse. Jacobi wants revenge. Oh. Oh no...

"How's your day going?" been better.

Kepler's speech...so was he working with Jacobi this whole time? Convincing plan if he was, but I gotta say Kepler, I don't know if that's gonna work as smoothly for you this time around. Jacobi seemed pretty upset, and there would be no reason for him to reveal that now when he has the upper hand.

SHOOT HIM!

AS:Jlkfjsdlkfjlkds I KNEW IT!!!!!!!

"Pretty please with sugar on top" oh we're going there.

And after hearing about how Kepler bought him explosives...this whole betrayal thing really did go to the next level with them.

"Is this an elaborate prank to teach me a very important lesson?" askjdfkld;jf I love you Doug. 😂 And that would be hilarious.

Poor Doug...that's it Doug! Go into the star! That's what they want! Why do they want this? Who knows. It is weird though. They presumably know that humans die if they do that, and if they wanted them dead there's a million more efficient ways to kill them.

"Blow Kepler's brain's out" "Jacobi...where are you going with this?" Wow, Whiskey Boy really IS slow, isn't he? Maybe it wouldn't have killed him to shed a few fake tears at Maxwell's funeral.

"He was the one who put her in the line of fire, and you should be the one who has to do it."

That does make sense. Because Kepler won't care about shooting Minkowski or anyone else, and while Minkowski certainly wouldn't enjoy dying, she's still tortured with guilt over the fact that she killed Maxwell. But force Minkowski to relive that trauma, intentionally and painfully, and taking everything from Kepler...oh man Duck Boy really did think this through.

"You complete and utter idiot..." YES PUNCH HIM JACOBI! Unconventional grieving process is an understatement.

"I don't want to kill anyone" "Else" ouch.

And yeah... this is Jacobi's "2 birds one bullet solution"

Jacobi is unhinged.

"This is it. Either she shoots you or I kill everyone" yeah it really is over.

Jacobi. You don't need to do this. You really don't.

PHONE CALL?

No. Do not call Pryce and Cutter. Do not call them Jacobi, I don't care if you want to tell them off do not give them information do not call them. Do not call anyone. Maxwell is dead, who does he even have to talk to? Is he gonna call his family? Maxwell's family?

Kepler begging Minkowski for a backup plan...Jacobi really DID beat him...he's nothing now. Though to be fair, he didn't have much to begin with.

"There's no bomb?" Then...what is...oh no. Jacobi what is this game?

"I'm not crazy, that stuff's dangerous!" 😂 Why is Jacobi evil Doug sometimes? I swear if it wasn't for the circumstances they would be friends.

"You've been through plenty, just sit tight. It will all be over soon." I don't know if that's meant to reassure Lovelace or sound ominous Jacobi, but if it was the former, you really gotta work on not sounding like the bad guy.

"Blue, being sucked in, process, killed the original captain Lovelace...the door." There you go Doug! I knew he could figure it out! His science fiction knowledge really comes in handy.

That is a big risk, especially since you don't know what these aliens want, or their history with slimy business man and his evil science girlfriend!

Yep. Leap of faith. Scary stuff, especially when your trust has been broken before.

"Why couldn't it be snakes" Doug, be careful what you wish for.

"How could he? After everything we've been through?" Kepler, be serious. You stalked him, brought him expensive Whiskey and sweet talked a desperate and broken man into joining your murder organization, showed him creepy levels of favoritism at various points in time (especially coming from you of all people), and had zero remorse when you let his best friend get killed. That's what you've been through.

"Will he blow us up" "Yeah." "Can you override his override?" "No. He and Maxwell handled that. I trusted them." Yes, Kepler. And they trusted you. Now one of them is dead. Let's think about this for a moment. I'm sure if we all put our heads together, we can get to the bottom of this mystery of why Jacobi has betrayed you for apparently no reason.

Is Kepler's back up plan shooting Jacobi? OH MY GOSH IT IS...AND YOU WONDER WHY HE BETRAYED YOU? Kepler, you moron, he's probably listening to this entire conversation. He might be deciding which side he wants to back at this very moment. Now is the time to act really really sad about Maxwell and very very broken up about how you treated Jacobi. Not openly admit that you threw Maxwell's life away to get what you wanted, and that you'd throw Jacobi's life away to save your own skin. Otherwise, Jacobi might just end up shooting YOU when he walks through that door.

"Who is putting your station in danger?" You Kepler. You are doing this.

"For once in your life, shut up" About time someone said that Kepler.

"You're hurt, we all are. But you don't have to kill anyone." Oh Minkowski, I know you're trying but Duck Boy is not in a rational space right now. He's literally trolley probleming you right now.

Okay now Minkowski is going insane. Minkowski stop. JACOBI STOP.

If Kepler was a better man he would shoot himself to end this instead of muttering "this is crazy" at the drama that he is directly responsible for. He really does not know when to keep his mouth shut, does he?

"It's not too late to change your mind." YES MINKOWSKI. TEACH THEM GOOD MORALS. It's never too late. Thank you, finally, someone gets it.

"After everything he's done, after everything you've done?" Yes, and after everything you've done too, Jacobi.

Tell him Minkowski. "I know who you're angry at. It's you. Because you could have backed down but you didn't. We both did. We killed two people. And that's eating you up inside."

I love this so much.

"We kill them. Whatever orders, whatever they did, we did it. That's what the riddle teaches you. However you make the choice, you still make the choice. The blood is still on your hands." "You know what doesn't help? MORE BLOOD"

The cycle ends here! YES MINKOWSKI!

"What will?" Jacobi is listening! Come on Duck Boy. You're waddling your way there. You can do it!

"Twenty bucks says I figure it out first" is this really happening???? Is this really happening???? Please tell me Duck Boy doesn't relapse. I need someone to come to reason.

She never had a bullet. You never had a bomb.

YES, Shut Kepler up! FINALLY the team up we deserve.

I'm glad Lovelace and Minkowski are checking in on each other. And you two both deserve command. You need each other. You all need each other.

Oh Hera. She missed the whole thing. 😂

"What did I miss?" Well, Jacobi is a sort of good guy now (or at least an ally), Kepler still sucks, and everyone forgot about Doug.

Wait. DOUG WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

NO DOUG. NO DOUG NO. AT LEAST GO BACK TO THE SHIP AND TALK IT OUT WITH THEM FIRST.

Well that WAS a wild ride. Maybe one of my favorite episodes so far. I can see why y'all were hyping it up.

Episode 54: The Watchtower

Huh. No more pre-episode previews again. And who is this?

Oh Doug. Oh dear. Doug, you poor thing, I'm glad you had a breakthrough but you probably should have talked this through with everyone first.

Doug. Oh Doug. You're the main character and there are a lot of episodes left. You can't just casually throw yourself into the star midway through the season and die like that.

Something is coming out of the star? Reaching out towards, Doug? Oh boy. Well...

...yikes. What is he saying?

Hera is probably listening to this like "oh Doug...Doug what did you do?"

I love how Doug is still talking to Hera. 💕 "Any objections? Good girl." Well that certainly parallels the last chapter...

Wait. Two more stars? Triple star system? That's pretty cool.

Um. What is that? Aliens? ...hopefully nice aliens?

...or not. Oh dear.

...and um. Where is Doug now? Woke up? Woke up from WHAT?

Did the aliens put Doug back in the ship?

Or...is this now clone Doug? I hope not.

Well at least there's breathable air and gravity in this alien hotel.

Mirror? Yeah that is a creepy touch. Considerate, yet creepy.

Self-repairing mirror? Again, cool but creepy. And Doug is prefect for this. They got the movie from YOU MIND Doug. They built this creepy hotel for you, I'm guessing.

And when the alien shows up, I bet it's gonna be one that looks like you or your loved ones given that they used your voice already.

What was that noise?

Are they just keeping him there?

"Let's get our probe on" Doug...they are. What do you think this is?

Yep...alien Doug. Hi alien Doug. :) 👋👽

"Tell me this isn't where I die and you take my place. My dad always said I'd die if I wasn't more careful..." it's alright Doug, I've been told that myself plenty of times.

What?

Words. Speak more words.

Why do they need Doug to speak words?

Ah yes. Mirroring and learning. That's what they want. But why? Why Doug?

Crippled by a language limited by what? Yet achieving interstellar momentum? Uh...what? Symbiological base set of language?

Doug singing the alphabet 😂

DIE????

What is die? The concept is unknown? Oh...oh dear. Explain that it's a bad thing Doug. Explain that it's a very bad scary thing.

"I hate it when Kepler and Jacobi are right" Don't we all Doug, don't we all?

Stops existing!

Incomplete understanding of the universe.

Yes, yes, to dust you shall return, no matter is created or destroyed it simply changes form, but you seem very unnaturally calm about this.

All matter is reused and repurposed. Ceasing from existence is not possible. ...well that's true...but...YOU are something else now. YOU are gone. Something else is in your place now.

Bob. Bob. "Limited time?" "Unsuitable for his biology?" So you DO know what death is. Because you understand that a place unsuitable for his biology = no Doug.

Wait. In the NETWORK? WE? Bob. Are you a hive mind?

"You learned to speak English?" "Correct. It has also lead to debate over whether YOU can speak English." Dang, they really came for him there.

The process? Why are you evaluating Doug?

"Terms you can understand may take some time" Well for super intelligent beings, you should be smart enough to dumb it down.

Don't like that laugh. "A place very very far away from here." Interesting.

"The farthest point away from civilized space"

I see. And what exactly does civilized space look like?

"Discomfort should pass quickly" time is relative, so I hope you're right, Bob.

He gave Doug knowledge? Well, that might be a good way to one up Cutter.

Okay transfer between stars...I'm guessing no, because they didn't use the sun. Huh. I was correct.

Red = no, Blue = go. Well, Bob, sometimes the basics are all you need.

Another species. Rearrange matter? I see. So they are basically aliens with god-like powers that join together to form a superpower.

And they're recruiting humans...but they seem unimpressed so far. Why would they...oh.

They want the music don't they? They've never...they don't have music, but they like it for some reason.

Well then just send them up a band, seems like an easy solution.

Examination, evaluation...surrogates of specimens?

"Unnecessarily dramatic description" "The wolf doesn't even know it's a wolf!" "We arranged atoms" "You brought her back from the dead" "The distinction is irrelevant" Doug, please explain it to them. They really did do Lovelace dirty.

OH MY GOSH THIS IS EXACTLY LIKE WHAT CUTTER DOES TO PEOPLE. Spy on them, and if he likes them, they get to join his special secret club. And if they don't like you...I think we both know what happens Doug. They DO have a concept of death. They just prefer not to call it that.

"Ideally isolation" Well at least they are semi-ethical.

"If they can't be isolated" "redistribution into different atoms" SEE I KNEW IT. They call it redistribution because they can't accept the moral idea of killing people.

"They are given a new purpose." Bob...Bob this is immoral. This is horrifying.

"Terminology is inadequate" his terminology is spot on Bob.

"Our interest in your species is not moral. It is technological" Yeah Bob, I think you made that VERY clear when you said you were willing to kill everyone on Earth if they didn't play nice.

You don't deserve our music Bob. Not one note. Which is...a sentence I never thought I would type as a reaction to this show, but here we are I guess.

They can turn back time, escape death, and traverse space, but they don't have music Doug! Most of their language isn't auditory. They have it, apparently, but not to the extent where they'd develop it.

Commander Zhung...valued the tech more than anything.

Oh. I'd like to have met Commander Zhung (I hope I'm spelling that right). She sounds...she sounds nice if that was her reaction to hearing music for the first time.

"You haven't figured out sound recording?" No, Doug. "The music?" There you go, Doug.

And um...I think the aliens might be more into the oldies and by oldies I mean the classics Doug. The old school classics. Stick to classical music. Not sure they're ready for rock and roll or rap or pop or country.

In time they'll learn more about each other, slowly. Okay...so they have some time. That's good. 14,000 YEARS? Oh no wonder they don't fear death. They live a ridiculously long time. And yeah Kepler is in for a treat.

And then...he woke up.

But um...where has he woke up? Near the star? But where is the ship?

"Everything is completely under control"

Why...why does Minkowski sound like a robot? I mean, she usually sounds pretty strict before she snaps at Doug for risking his life, but the actress sounds distinctly creepy here, I don't like it.

Creepy music? Hera struggling and begging him to run?

Oh no. Oh no no no no no...Cutter and Pryce came didn't they? Oh no...Oh no...

Oh Cutter, you bastard.

And I don't have time to listen to anymore tonight. Or this weekend, or for a while, gosh DANG IT, BUT THAT WAS SO GOOD.

Well, I hope you guys enjoy this. I have a lot of emotions so I'm gonna post this with no edits and scream about it in a discord chat somewhere. Bye!