#i hate those crusty bitches

[purgetrooperfox]

#14 maybe for Echo? post-TCW?

mmm this is so good ty

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prompt: “Can you just leave me alone? Can I have that at least?”

characters: ARC Trooper Echo, Clone Medic Nocte, ARC Trooper Fives (mentioned), Commander Fox (mentioned)

tags: physical therapy, rehabilitation, mood swings, everyone has trauma, corrie!Echo AU

ao3

Most of Echo's waking hours are spent in some degree of pain.

That's just the reality he lives with, after his stay on Skako Minor. His legs ache where flesh and bone and muscle meets machinery. His right hand cramps up - a phantom pain that he can't rub away, not without the requisite organic joints. His spinal implants itch and sting and burn. Excessive noise gives him a migraine. Proximity to scanners overwhelms his senses with static. Even sleeping, in all but very specific positions, has him waking throughout the night from ambient discomfort.

He isn't used to it, exactly, but he's acclimating. It's far less common for him to come unglued at slight provocations because of sleep-deprivation and various aches and pains. He's even managed to find a small group of brothers he can trust in the Guard and formed careful friendships, now that his temper doesn't push them all away.

Maybe if he wasn't personally handling Echo's physical rehabilitation, Nocte would be among those tentative friends.

The pain is never worse than his scheduled PT days.

And he ruminates on it as he holds his weight in a deep squat with his back pressed firmly to a wall. Atrophied muscles in his upper thighs scream protests against the abuse. His clothes are soaked through, sweaty and nasty and distracting. He lost track of how long he's held this position.

Nocte will presumably let him know. The medic is posted a few feet away, fidgeting with a stylus between the fingers of one hand and a holding datapad in the other. Silently, Echo begs the ground beneath Nocte's feet to open up and swallow him. Then he could indulge in the simple pleasure of laying down for just a kriffing second.

Of course, his luck has never been that good. His legs prove less stable than the floor mere seconds later and fold under his weight. Anger burns worse than any physical ailment as he glares at Nocte from the mat.

"Almost a minute," he remarks, logging Echo's results. "I know it doesn’t feel like much, but you’ve come a long way remarkably quickly. You ought to be proud.”

“Proud?” It almost feels like a mockery when Nocte offers him a hand up, as if he has the strength to pull himself up onto actively shaking legs. He scowls at the proffered limb and shakes his head. “I can barely balance enough to stand on my own. I can barely walk a few steps without needing a break. I can’t write legibly or hold a blaster properly. What is there to be proud of?”

“You survived, didn’t you?” For the umpteenth time since his arrival on Coruscant, Echo bites back an acidic comment about the worth of his survival. Nocte raises a brow at him all the same. “That carries more weight than you let yourself acknowledge.”

When Echo makes no further move to try to get up, Nocte drops into a crouch in front of him, planting his elbows on his knees. There’s no pity to be found in his tone or expression. Again, Echo wishes he could find a valid reason to lash out at him. He’s sick to death of patient understanding.

“Sure,” he grants. “I survived and they used me against the Republic. There are hundreds of deaths on my hands, troops who would’ve survived if not for me. That’s the weight– the cost of my life. Why would I take pride in that?”

They’ve been down this road before and they’ll traverse it again. It’s guilt versus platitudes. Remorse versus consolation. Regret versus speculation. Around and around and around. He can see his own exhaustion mirrored back at him in Nocte’s eyes, but they go through the motions anyway. Again.

“I’ve never denied that.”

“Then why bother?” Heat claws at the backs of his eyes, forces him to blink away tears of… another kind of pain. He hurts. All the way down to his bones, he hurts. “Can’t you just leave me alone? Can’t I have that, at least?”

Nocte drags a hand across his face and blows out a breath, settling cross-legged and handing a worn rag over for Echo to wipe the drying sweat from the back of his neck. “Your life isn’t worth any more or less than theirs, that’s why. I won’t hold the things you couldn’t control against you. Eventually, you’ll have to learn to give that same leniency to yourself. You didn’t have any choice. So no, I can’t just leave you alone.”

“It doesn’t matter. I was still in there somewhere. It doesn’t–”

“It does. It has to.”

“Doc, you can’t–”

A muscle jerks in Nocte’s jaw. “What if it was Fives?”

Echo blinks. Opens his mouth to snap a retort. Shuts it again.

“What if Fives miraculously returned from the dead? What if you found out that the Seps dug into his brain against his will, manipulated his consciousness, used him as a piece of equipment - a weapon - against his brothers?” There’s something raw in his voice, like impossibly intimate understanding. “Would you fault him for being saved?”

It’s not the same.

It's not the same.

"It's not the same."

"Isn't it?"

It isn't and it can't be and it doesn't matter.

Fives is gone. There's no miraculous recovery in his future because he was executed. He won't be killing his brothers because his brother killed him. Fox killed him and he's not coming back.

It's not the same and Nocte's too close to Fox to get it.

"I met him, you know?" Echo snaps his attention back up from his fists clenched on his lap. "When he was here," Nocte treads carefully around the critical context of Fives' being here. "I was at the bar with Kix, the 501st had just gotten in. We were going to try to get him in touch with Rex and Skywalker. I tried– they didn't want to come back to base. Didn't trust that we would keep him safe.

"He was out of it, talking nonsense, but not like the reports say." Echo's read those reports enough to have them memorized. They detail incoherence, bursts of indiscriminate violence, lack of control. "He was confused, but he knew what he needed. His goals were clear. His fear– not anger, fear, was clear.

"Kix shooed me off, a squad of shock troopers showed up, and Fives left. I came back to base and when Fox left…" he trails off, furrowing his brow. "I told him it didn't seem right, but sometimes choices are made for us."

A tangled mess of emotion gets lodged in Echo's throat and he can't quite seem to swallow it down. "There's always a choice," he can't raise his voice above a whisper.

"Is there?"

It's hard to discern boiling anger from fear from hate from grief. "Why are you telling me this?"

Nocte tilts his head and Echo realizes that he can't read his face worth a damn. He might as well have on a bucket. "Because you're here. You survived. You have a choice now."

"And what choice is that?"

"Come on, Echo, I wasn't decanted yesterday," he scoffs and makes to stand. "I'm not asking you to confirm or deny anything, but if your reasons for requesting a transfer are what I think they are? We're all after the same thing. Answers. Choices of our own."

For a second time, he extends a hand to help Echo stand. This time he takes it. Questions rise to his mind and trip over each other before he manages to voice any of them.

"So," Nocte flashes a sharp-edged smile and claps him on his good shoulder, "you need to let me help you get steady on these new kicks, then you can do whatever you came here to do."

"Wait, Nocte–"

"I hope it goes without saying that I'll deny relaying any of that information."

"But–"

"Great progress today, vod'ika, we're all real proud."

"What–"

Abruptly, Nocte nudges him just hard enough that he staggers onto a cot. Just surprising enough that he catches himself without thinking. "Duty calls," he says as he turns on his heel and flashes a civilian hand sign over his shoulder. "I'll have someone bring food over."

And he leaves.

Echo's legs are killing him and his head feels stuffed full of cotton and he hurts and he's tired. His life would be immeasurably easier if Nocte wouldn't make it so difficult to hate him. Or so confusing to enjoy his company, despite everything.

Things seemed so much simpler with the 501st. At least Kix was direct.

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ೃ⁀➷ CREEPYPASTA S/O HEADCANNONS ೃ⁀➷

SYNOPSIS - Just how the creepypasta characters would be like as your s/o :)

PAIRINGS - Jeff the killer x Reader, “Ticci” Toby x Reader, Eyeless Jack x Reader, Ben Drowned x Reader, Hoodie/Brian x Reader.

ೃ⁀➷ JEFF THE KILLER

Tbh Jeff a lil bitch 🤷‍♀️ it’s not like yk he’s js mean n shit even though he’s just mean n shit.

Like for instance say if y’all were just sitting on the couch cuddlin n shit and then someone walks in the room, He’s pushing you off of him immediately.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to be affectionate, He just doesn’t want people seeing, He’d do a casually hug or hold hands around people but he’d never kiss you or anything like that around people idk why 🤷‍♀️

But back to what i said about him being a lil bitch this mf will tease you and tear your ass up 😭, Y’all could be casually play fighting on the bed and he’ll push you off on purpose then laugh at you. Or He would walk up and say some random shit like for expample

Jeff : You built like a capital P

You : what??

He’s just random asf but also When you two are alone oml this man is so vulnerable like he’d cuddle up next to you n shit, To the point that when he breaths out shorty ur breathing in that same air. He loves when u play w his hair even though it’s crusty asf (Please wash his hair)

For rating umm hes like a good 7/10

ೃ⁀➷ “TICCI” TOBY

how do i say this ummm… He’s bipolar and yall both hate it.

It’s so… Like one moment y’all are kissing and wtv then he js pushes you off of him and walks away and your js there like “?? wtf” And then after he’ll come back and kiss you and apologize and again your just like “wtf??” But you don’t mind since he actually apologized.

Attachment issues. He will threaten you if you ever want to leave 😟 or like you tryna go to the store and bitch he js stops you he grabs your wrist and is like “go sit yo ass down” BUT NOT LIKE THAT 😭 and you js go sit down best option tbh.

He likes laying his head in between your thighs for some reason idk like especially if you got em big ol thighs 😍 and when you stroke his hair it’s like love.

When y’all are sleeping together … he’s stiff this man doesn’t move it he falls asleep in one position you will wake up and see him in that same position, And it’s bad to the point when sometimes you gotta check and see if he’s not dead, If he wakes up while your doing so he’s lookin at you like “tf is u doing?”

He’s a good kisser don’t question it but istg, You could be in the kitchen getting something to eat he js walks up behind you flips you facing him and he js kisses you bitch tongue deep in ur mouth (He got that W rizz 🫵😜)

He’s like a good ummm 7/10 too

ೃ⁀➷ EYELESS JACK

He has definitely watched you sleep more than 5 times…

He not tryna be creepy with it he just wants to make sure that you’re sleeping well it’s all outta love. But ngl sometimes he will wake you up by biting your neck n shit but are you really complaining?? Right i didn’t think so.

If you ever cut yourself he’s the number one person for you to go to He was a medical student yk before the whole … scarfice thing … But if your bleeding heavy don’t step within a feet of him, istg he gonna start buggin out and most likely will try to eat you (Outta love tho).

I can say his tongue is very long … ;) Like make out sessions end in a snap then y’all end up fuckin 🤷‍♀️ (we can get to those fuckin headcannons another day 😘).

He used to be a good cook but since he doesn’t eat … people food anymore he just stopped cooking but if you’d ask him to make you something he’d do it for you no questions asked, Like maybe sometimes you’d wake up to breakfast in bed from him 😜.

He’s a quiet person to say the least tho like you barely see him interact with other pastas or wtv tf they called but yeah he’s usually by himself or with you one of the two.

He’s a 10/10 at everything 😘

ೃ⁀➷ BEN DROWNED

He has definitely asked you multiple times if you wanted to film y’all fuckin …

He has made you try playing games mostly horror games or shooters in which either you rage quit or got scared and quit, He enjoys seeing you scared or seeing you js upset and angry.

If your the type of person who brings their phone into the bathroom with them he’d use that as an advantage and js crawl out of ur phone.. He has done that multiple different times.

When y’all hug he either sniffs you or your hair and then your js like “Did he sniff my hair..?” He does it cause he doesn’t wanna forget what you smell like idk why but yk .. Attachment issues.

He always notices little slight things about you. Like you cut your hair a bit..He knows, You just cut your nails..He knows, Just got new underwear..He knows.

He’s most def a 8/10 yk minus the little weird things… 👴

ೃ⁀➷ HOODIE

Yeah um… This man will manipulate and make you think that you’re nothing without him … (outta love tho)

He doesn’t genuinely care abt what you do unless it involves another person specifically another man, That’s when he starts to care.

Since he’s uhm a drug addict he would def try to get you high at some point, and when you do he would record the whole experience js for shits n giggles idk

Also same as ben he has probably asked if you wanted to record yall fuckin but even if you say no he’s not talking at as an answer, He will record it and then after show you … 😟

He likes it mostly when your vulnerable bc he could spew so many lies to you just so you won’t leave him (Best manipulator i’ve ever seen)

When y’all sleep together, you have to be directly laying on top of him or else he’s not sleeping. Period.

He’s a 6/10 (but he’s so fine 😖🫶) Yeah but umm he has a lot of problems …

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I gotta do another one but yk it’s more nice or either it’s gonna be very nsfw 🫵😭

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling an old man to kill himself on his birthday?

btw this has transphobia homophobia racism in it so yeah be aware

i (cisM22) have a trans girlfriend (F23). we live in a relatively liberal area and, not to say that she isn't beautiful, but she doesn't pass all the way. but she has long hair and she was wearing a dress that day, so she looked very feminine.

we were on a date at a relatively fancy restaurant. we had reservations and everything. we sit down at our table and next to us as these six white old people having a fucking ball. they were loud as shit and obviously drunk but my gf and i just ignored it for a while because we wanted to have a good time.

one of them had a birthday cake set down in from of him and their drinks were topped off. and then, loud as shit, these wrinkly fucking ballsacks start spewing conservative hate. something about the florida anti-trans bills and how they should just round them together and shoot them. my girlfriend looked visibly uncomfortable so i called for a waiter and asked if we could get a table far away from them.

i guess they heard me and one of the old women looked at my girlfriend and murmured, "i guess he just couldn't handle the truth." and i felt nothing but rage, so i said, "what truth? that her tits are better than yours?" and from there it just went downhill.

i honestly can't remember much of the argument. it only lasted thirty seconds but in those thirty seconds, my girlfriend and one of the waiters were trying to calm us down. i had six crusty ass white people dogging on me, calling my girlfriend slurs, calling me slurs (i'm mexican), and i was saying shit about their dementia-ridden asses are gonna die alone in a nursing home cause they kids probably don't even talk to them cause "where the fuck they at gramps".

eventually the birthday bitch called me a faggot and i was like "this faggot is telling you to fucking kill yourself sir, shove that walking stick up your ass" and by that point they got security to escort me and my girlfriend out.

my girlfriend was in tears and really overwhelmed after that. she didn't say anything the whole ride home until we got there. she said that while she appreciated me defending her, i just caused an unnecessary scene, and telling that man to kill himself was too far. i apologized to her, even though the only thing i really feel bad about is making her cry, and i promised i wouldn't do it again.

i don't regret anything i did honestly. i just feel bad about ruining our date and making her cry. i don't think we should've been the ones to get kicked out of that restaurant either. i don't know if those old fucks got the boot, but i'm praying they break a hip or something.

aita?

What are these acronyms?

[youaremyhome]

Pieces of the Night: Resisting the New Moon

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, blackmail, manipulation, DARK. More to add. Read at your own risk!

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Coming home should be relaxing.  

Instead, a ball of dread sits in your esophagus as you turn the key, inching the door open. Silence greets you, shoulders dropping with the weight rolling down your back. You’re truly alone now, with no greedy hands or nipping teeth to get you.

It was a struggle to leave Rafe’s apartment. A wake-up call of kisses and an encore of his performance in the alley started your morning off, followed by an insufferable breakfast with his roommates, Topper and Kelce. Both boys seemed confused as you sat at the dining table, dressed in Rafe’s t-shirt and boxers as he placed the coffee in front of you. The boyish leers and whistles followed you down the hall when you excused yourself, their eyes pinned to the various bruises scattered on you like exploded stars.

Rafe tried insisting on you skipping class with sweet promises that escalated into whispered threats. Fortunately, you were able to escape. It costed you another pair of underwear.

Dragging yourself to your room, your body and mind argue about who’s more exhausted.

While muscles felt strained and bones felt weak, your mind had no inner voice for once. On autopilot as you change, dumping your things to the ground. A muted consciousness fogs your senses, moving like a sim controlled by a child; clumsy and aimless. Collapsing on the bed is the last thing that happens before the screen turns black.

“Get up!”

Your name is being yelled in layers, crusty eyes peeking open as your friends storm in like an army brigade. Andi squeals and jumps into your bed as their voices overlap.

“How could you keep this from us you bitch?!”

“Everyone’s talking about it –"

“Talking about what?” Your sleepy voice cracks.

“You and Rafe, duh!”

Springing up, an instant flush blisters your face, the girls hitching up an octave as they point it out. Their eyes and questions are like needlepoints poking at your skin.

Rubbing your face with both hands, you press the heels to your eyes. “It just sorta… happened.” Little specks of black and silver sprinkle your vision once you’re done squishing your eyes. There’s no point in lying to them. Well, more than you have to.

Looking between the three of them you ask, “How’d you even know so fast? I left his apartment this morning.”

“Oh, please.” Dan huffs, flicking her wrist. “Those frat boys are worst gossips than us. I heard from Mary, who got a text from Liz whose sleeping with Matt, that Topper told him how you did the walk of shame straight to your class."

Louise strikes out, pulling the neckline of your sweater down, revealing the fresh bruises on your skin. They titter, the girls settling on your bed as you pull your knees up, hugging them tightly to your chest. You tell them what they want to hear.

How Rafe had been persisting you in class while you secretly – hated – loved it, cautious because of his reputation. Leading him to beg for a date and the modified version of the dirty details. As you weave the story, struggling is replaced with play fighting, crying with giggling. The lies stumble through your dry mouth, but they assume it's from your shy demeanor.

“So, do you like… like him?” Louise asks with an impish grin and wonder in her eye. Ever the romantic.

“Personality-wise?” You can’t help the grimace on your face. “He’s alright, I guess.”

Clearly, it isn’t the answer she was hoping for; she shrugs, saying people start dating from being fuck buddies nowadays. Controlling your bodily reaction to your relationship named as that is difficult, a weak nod is all you give.

You can see the excitement they hold for you like little offerings you’re supposed to lap up. In any other case, you would be squealing along with them, maybe even having butterflies in your stomach with fuzzy wings instead of knives.

They probe for more intimate details, something you all do after a new boy. Only this time feels…dirty, that these details should never see the light of day for how dark they are. Further despising Rafe for another thing he has unknowingly ruined: the enjoyment of gossiping with your friends. You’re holding back now and it doesn’t feel right. You should be telling them how you cry at the sight of him, not that you orgasm every time (though that is begrudgingly true, too).

“Just be careful, okay?” Danielle says after the conversation winds down. Reaching over, she lays her hand on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. It’s a simple caring gesture that has you almost breaking. The touch is innocent and good-natured, something you haven’t felt in weeks.

It reminisces the first time you had told them about Rafe. Danielle always had a better judge of character than you. Repeatedly telling you how there were some people that rather burn than put a fire out. Now, you were encircled in a hellish blue fire that licked at your skin.

You hold eye contact, a wall trembling to fall but you reinforce it with a smile. “Of course.”

Over the course of the next couple weeks, other Greek life people you knew were asking about you and Rafe. You knew the community was big enough to not know everyone, but small enough for word to spread like a slow forest fire, contained in an area before it latches onto a lingering branch, lighting its way through the whole campus.

Questions of if you were dating seemed constant, a hardy no was always the answer. Not understanding the fuss of a random frat boy sleeping with a random college girl. Frustrated with it, you had asked a sorority girl that shared the same class with you and Rafe why it even mattered.

“You’re kidding, right?” You frowned and shook your head. “Everyone knows the rich, crazy VP that loves partying more than girls has never had a girlfriend. Especially one so nice.”

You repeated to her and anyone with ears that you and Rafe were absolutely not dating.

That didn’t stop him from heightening the rumors, walking you to and from classes, a kiss hello and goodbye. Arm stretched behind your chair during lecture, playing with the ends of your hair. Public displays of affection that curdled low in your belly. It only reminded you of the leash he has on you. So taut, that with any wrong move, he’ll turn it into a cage.

Even parties weren’t as fun anymore, Rafe making an appearance more likely than not. Those nights usually ended with you drunk, high, fucked out, or a combination of the three. It didn’t matter if you tried hiding somewhere in the packed houses or fought with him there, it ended with you in his bed.

Today you were especially ticked off.

Hungover and crabby, you’re grumbly and feeling like all over shit. You don’t know why your body hurts more, from your intense hungover or the way Rafe had slammed you down to the bed last night. He was already up when you awoke, only in sweats as he ruffled through his desk drawers. He gave you a distracted morning as you got up and dressed. Though you’ve been appeasing him as of late, you don’t bother with a response.

The sound of sharp inhaling has your eyes rolling to the back of your head in annoyance. After a few moments, you feel his stare as you push your last night's clothes into your bag.

“Wanna bump?” He thumbs his nose, lounging back on the chair. “Make you feel better.”

“Yeah, no thanks.”

The words are clipped and maybe a little sarcastic, focusing on getting everything you need so you can leave. Easily ignoring him as you round the bed to head to the bathroom.

“It’ll get that stick outta your ass you woke up with.” He mutters, but you know you’re meant to hear it.

Mild annoyance flicks into anger. Anger that has you whirling back to him, letting it dominate you like he has done so many times. Arm lashing out, you swipe the rest of the cocaine off the desk. The collected powder floats into a cloud of dust as its disturbed, satisfaction thrumming through you.

“What the fuck?!”

Rafe’s up in a blink of an eye, chair clambering back to the floor. Your delight dries up when livid eyes pierce you, and before you know what you're doing, you're running away.

There’s shouting of your name, bare feet slapping the floor as he gives chase.

The hallway between his door and the entrance narrows before you, distorting into something longer, inescapable. You don’t know where you're going to go with being shoeless and phoneless but you need to get out of here before –

You’re pushed to the side, inches from the front door and your temple bounces off the wall. Hands spin you around, facing Rafe with his eyes wide and skin taunt as he gives you a jagged shake.

“You stupid bitch –"

“Fucking jackass –"

“Hey, woah!”

You both freeze.

As Rafe turns his head to look behind, you cock your head to the side. Topper stands at the small dining table, dimpled chin hanging low and a bowl of cereal sitting in front of him. Bewildered eyes asses the way Rafe is hunching over you, the twisted grip on your upper arms.

“Rafe, man…let her go,” Topper says calmly, one hand lowly reaching out. Something akin to concern filling out his expression.

With a grunt tickling your ear, Rafe releases you, his chest still pressed to yours. He commands under his breath, “go back to the room.”

If it weren’t for the essentials you left, you would’ve disregarded him completely. Glowering, you check shoulders with him as you go, Topper’s worried questions echo down the hall.

Fear, anger, and misplaced embarrassment from the witnessed scuffle rattle up your head down to your chest. The scene plays in your mind’s eye over and over, a loop that changes only in perspective like a movie. One that doesn’t happen to you, only to a girl that’s looking for her lost voice. She had it before.

Only once under the shelter of being in public does relief settle over you like a cool mist. You don’t know what would’ve happened if Topper hadn’t been here.

🌙

“So, what are your plans for spring break?"

“Um, to go home?”

Confused, you tilt your head to stare down at the phone, Lauren combined with numerous heart emojis displayed on the screen. Your laptop is set on your knees as you complete homework while chatting with her. Hair still wet from your shower and Rafe’s texts unanswered. Apologizes filled the text history from him, all left on read which led to missed calls and increasingly agitated texts.

“Uhhh, no.” The crinkle of fabric as Lauren packs for an upcoming trip accompanies her words. “Dad didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“He and mom are gonna go back to that little island we stayed at for Christmas.” Your heart drops, your oblivious sister continues, “…yeah, apparently Dad and that Wade guy hit it off and they’re doing business.”

Your dad’s a commercial architect, designing retail and office spaces across the west coast. He sometimes takes the odd job at the beginning of the new year so your family would be able to enjoy your summer in a new city. It usually took months of permits and construction to fully finish the project, your dad liked to stay with them till the end. You don’t even know what Ward does, just that he must’ve made a good impression, yet you can’t remember because you had a nuisance sitting beside you.

A gnawing pit opens at the bottom of your stomach, feeding on the fear that drips like a broken faucet. If this deal with Ward goes through, you’ll be spending your summer in Kildare, possibly longer with no job lined up for yourself.

A summer of Rafe. A summer of suffering through all the shit he’ll pull. No doubt he’ll be hearing of the news soon, having been privy to the calls with his dad, wanting to be a part of the business.

Before now, you’ve resigned yourself to placating him until May, until graduation and then you’d be across the country, far away, and never looking back. As Lauren’s voice hums in the background, your eyes stare at the keyboard in thought. A hand grazing over the tender spot of the side of your head.

This changes how you’ve been dealing with the situation. Handling Rafe like a spoiled child, giving him limited access to his favorite toy. It was the best strategy you had, believing you had an end date to this mess. However, with summer looming towards you with its long shadows and unrelenting heat, you know you can’t do it any longer. You can’t deal with the constant touching, the faux sweet gestures, and the rough treatment. It makes your head flutter with sickly butterflies just thinking of it, your chest feels light as you breathe in deeper.

You need a new plan, now. One that frees you from the shackles of Rafe Cameron. How you were going to do that…you had no idea. Once he learns of the deal, he won’t let it go. He won’t let his dad say no to it, and won’t let you say no to coming with.

The rest of the phone call is a distant thing, the laptop closed and you don’t even know if you saved your work. Amongst the quiet of the night, you drift into your mind, visualizing an alternate world.

A world where you never saw Rafe on the beach that night, or even went to the Outer Banks at all. How after winter break, you still would’ve had a class together. Still had that fated reunion. With no pogues around to deface him, you might’ve liked the attention from him.

Played it coy, compelling him to make the first move, maybe after lecture one day and walk you home. Having a nice, normal conversation with him. How you would’ve agreed to see him again, to have sex with him again.

This other you gets the Rafe you had first met. A jerk, yes, but one that listened to you, that had self-control. Was soft with you. She gets the normal progression of fuck buddies to a situationship. Because despite all the faults he clearly has, other you would’ve been able to look past them. Giving him leeway with his transgressions, not considering it a big deal since it wasn’t a serious thing anyways.

Other you has weeks and months to see the red flags rising up, one by one. The excessive drinking turns him nasty, the blow that levels him out and becomes emotional. Other you would’ve ignored them, chalked it up to typical college behavior until he eventually hurt you. You’d like to think other you would immediately end it, no matter how much he had manipulated you into liking him.

It's at this point of the dark tale where you know the universe is out to get you, an age-old revenge set upon your very soul. Because if other you tried to end it with him, would he have turned just as vicious as before?

Yes, you think, yes, he would in a heartbeat.

Separate paths: one with a smooth, sandy trail as the other grapples with high seas. These two lives are so separate, so unlike the other but still converging in the end, the same destination. A desisted beach with just a blond boy, ready to meld hands and bodies together. No path to take and no boat to ride on.

Gusts of wind brusquely whip around you like nature herself is propelling you forward, toward him. A warp of stumbling and muted colors as the rough waves crash to the shoreline, deafening and ferocious. The blond stays there, waiting. As if he knows you’ll be coming to him, even though you don’t want to. Like he knows no element will stop this journey of yours deeper into the sand.

You can’t see his face but fright ghosts over you like a disembodied entity. You want to go the other way, back to what was before.

The sand starts to flow, gentler than the water, luring you nearer to him, closer to what you know is bad, bad, bad. You think you scream, or maybe there’s another roaring of the waves as your arm's length away now. Details filling out his face come into a sharp focus, the edges around him blurry as Rafe smiles at you.

He seems unaffected by the storm happening viciously around the two of you. Spontaneously, you’re in his arms and you’ve never felt so small. Resisting only seems like it's the sand moving your bodies to and fro, not the intense effort you give. There are words being eaten around you, Rafe telling you something with that giant grin of his.

What? You mouth, your voice is sucked into the vacuum of noise and boomerangs back at you.

YOU’RE MINE. Rafe shouts with a manic glee like a god’s voice booming down below from the heavens. His laughter pushes the waves closer, sand and sea mixing together.

Terror is all you know, from the beginning of time to the end of your days. Rafe’s hold feels more like tentacles than hands, squeezing and capturing you tight. There’s merely the scream of delight by the ocean and the sob of horror from you.

Just as you’re there, you’re not.

Woken in a slick sweat that coats your hairline to the back of your knees. Your heart sputtering from the nightmare and the harsh yank back into the conscious world. After taking a moment that this is reality, that you’re not being swallowed into the vortex of Rafe; do you relax back into bed. Smothering your face back into the pillow, you whimper with the ruminants of irrational fear. That little nub in your brain is lightened up, alarming you that there is real danger near you.

A danger you have to face head-on.

[sn4pozu]

my headcanons of Eddie Gluskin if he had a twitter :

he'd repost those RETVRN incel trad memes where its like a woman doing house chores & man doing job stuff

would get into arguments with a woman and subscribe to her onlyfans at the same time (gets mad when blocked)

tries to be professional and a know-it-all but also his entire likes tab is porn (he doesnt know it shows publicly)

calls someone a whore & drops a bible verse in the same thread arguing with them

idk if he'd be delighted with minion memes or viscerally hate them

USES DISNEY REACTION GIFS WITH NO SHAME , USES A CRYING STITCH GIF AT A DODO VIDEO OF A DOG DYING

If twitter bans his account mid argument he'd flip the fuck out and make 3 gmails & alts at the same hour

100% posts creepy comments under peoples post and gets upset if it gets hidden

flirts so much you'd think hes a bot but no he's just sending random women his number (does he care if they're married or not is completely dependant on his mood)

uses the nice guy card whenever shit starts going south

he gets doxxed he goes like "that's not me" (lies, is scared)

either that or he lashes out and start sending them death threats who knows

menace with the twitter Voice Note feature

not even a mutual KYS no hes going to write out his whole murder fantasy in a person's DMs and blocks them before they could respond

gets IP banned on twitter like, weekly, he just figures out VPN apps and finds a way to harrass people constantly

media tab is his breakfast and someones mutilated genitals, bi-weekly photo updates maybe

im not saying he would complain about hairloss but he would complain about hairloss

"i got declined by the pharmacist for asthma medication, fucking bitch *insert something mysogonistic*"

thinks bitcoin is stupid and not a real "manly job" so he dogs on them pretty horribly

thinks tech jobs are for NERDS and says it outloud whenever them NFT bros are commenting under his shit attacking him for calling them nerds

Cracked phone screen with blood in the cracks (he tried to clean it with soapy water on a towel but it just ruined the lcd now its forever stained yellow) ((free bluescreen eye protector mode ?)) (((also has to violently tap the home button because its already broken & that part of the screen died))) ((((has an odd smell))))

he wishes he'd have glasses for the phone screen but all he does is squint

would post dress updates though <3 maybe retweets sewing patterns and videos of old women knitting and go "my grandmother used to do that pattern, ❤️ Wow."

goes back to shitting on women

*posts black coffee with 2 fruitflies in it* "A Good Way To Start A Morning ☕"

posts half eaten food and the dirty plate and would be like "Delicious food today 😋 i almost forgot to pots." -- deletes & reposts because of the typo. PEOPLE CANNOT THINK HE'S WEAK.

His vest would 100% be posted on those gimmick accounts and gets picked on for it being crusty & grody 😔

DMs like multiple women at the same time and either gets immediately blocked or ghosted after a face reveal

he Has cried because of twitter comments before, never again......

has twitter warning threads made of him and has tried to draw a stupid fucking wojack on paper with pencil & pen because he doesnt know how to edit photos but he still wants to own the haters

posts gore to own the haters as well and then got mass reported to death when people found 0 similar images of the gore he posted

'A Thread On @/Eddie287367927 TW: Gore, Mutilation, Harassment, Transphobia, Misogyny'

probably had a youtube documentary made about his twitter acc and all the drama he got himself into (either by accident or for fun)

ok this idea kinda came up to me after i saw a trad meme come up on my tl and i just HAD to dump this all out somewhere

[momolady]

Reza the Manticore

A strange house covered in scrap and whose front yard is more akin to a junk yard than a lawn is the site of today's story. An artist uses trash to turn it into treasure. But he's seen as more mad scientist that artist.

Nonbinary Reader (afab) x Male Monster (cis)

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The old house you stood outside of looked as though it had seen better days. The iron fence was overgrown with weeds and vines, and beyond it the yard was littered like a junkyard. The only reason you came here was because you were fed up, but if you had passed this house at any other time you would have sped your gate to avoid it.

The gate was open so you just let yourself inside. This was a mission, so you felt partially like a spy sneaking into an enemy base. Your friends at the boarding house had told you not to come here, but you were sick of the tensions extending from your boss and all through the one paradise-like boarding house. The man who lived in this house was the cause of all that tension.

“You there,” a bellowing voice called from above.

You had barely stepped inside and already you were spotted. Just up on the awning of the porch roof there stood the man you were looking for. He grinned down at you, pushing up the brim of his shabby hold hat.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he jumped down from the awning, barely missing a flower bed full of scrap.

You stiffened your shoulders and put on a brave face. “Is that supposed to scare or impress me?” You walked forward towards him. “You’re Reza Radan right?”

The tall, burly man removed his sunglasses to reveal a set of eyes so golden they glowed under the brim of his hat. He grinned, showing off the gold incisor in his mouth. “Is that who you want me to be?”

You frowned at him, not giving him any sort of reaction beyond displeasure. “I’m from the Nasrin Dance Theatre-”

The big man started laughing hard, his wide mouth opened in a strangely grotesque way. “My bitch sister sent you!”

“No! She didn’t!” You stomped a foot forward. “I came on my own, because I am sick and tired of the tension at the boarding house!” You had to yell over his guffawing.

Reza took a step back. “I suppose you’re all pissed I bought your crappy little theatre. So what do you wanna do about it?”

You grimaced as you looked at him, he looked crusty and unkempt, covered in grease stains and rust dust from his massive boots to the top of his salt and pepper head. “I wanted to ask you to let us use the theatre once before you do...whatever it is you plan on doing to it.”

Those gold eyes looked you up and down and a black tongue darted over the corner of his mouth. “Do you think I’m kind or something?”

Reza’s gaze felt strange upon your body so you crossed your arms against your chest. “From the shouting matches I’ve heard you have with Mrs. Riahi; no I don’t.”

“Good, I’d hate to build any sort of differing reputation. Although, it is a pleasure to get someone such as yourself knocking at my door. Always willing to hear out a pretty face.”

You balked and dropped your arms. “Excuse me?”

Reza chuckled, stepping towards you. “Usually I would knock solicitors out the gate and onto their asses. But an ass like yours deserves to be treated with nothing but respect.”

As soon as he was close enough you slapped him. Reza didn’t budge, he just stood there with a pleased grin upon his face.

“My ass has nothing to do with this,” you huffed in a sort of defeat. “I am asking you just this one favor. One! Let us do this last performance then you can have that theatre. I just want there to be some peace at the boarding house.”

Reza rubbed his jaw where you struck him. “No wonder I like the cut of you, you’re a dancer. My sister was always bringing dancers home when we were kids, so I grew a taste.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes. “You’re disgusting!”

A chuckle built in his chest. “Forgive me, I lose myself in front of attractive people. My brain just short circuits and allows the pig to come out.”

Your were unsure how to take that, so you remained quiet with a disgusted look upon your face.

That sug grin never left his face. “You’re androgynous too, another point. I never much cared for gender, all I cared about was how much fun we were going to have.”

“The theatre,” you snapped at him.

“Oh right. Right. No.” He said decisively.

“Why not?” You snapped. “What are you going to do with a theatre anyways?” You barked.

“Whatever the fuck I want, it’s mine,” Reza chuckled. “I can tear it down, build it up, maybe even open it up to let nature take over.” he then placed his sunglasses back onto his face. “My sister knows what she did.”

You flapped your arms out. “How old are you?”

“Old enough to know what I’m doing and get stellar reviews for it.” He lowered his sunglasses and looked over the rim at you. “If you ever grow sick and tired of dancing, my arms are always open.”

You took a breath to steel yourself against his verbal diarrhea. “I don’t know what you and Mrs. Riahi have between you, but you’re being a severe prick about it. Just let the dance troupe use the stage for this show! It means a lot and after that we’ll start looking for another.”

“Well, let me think about it.” He rubbed his chin, thickly coated in stubble. He was silent for a long while, and you began hearing noises coming from the clutter and shrapnel in the yard.

Rez then dropped his hand with a laugh. “If you come pose for me, I’ll consider lending you the theatre.”

Your guts churned. “Pose? For what?”

Reza nodded. “An art piece I’ve been struggling with.”

“You make art?”

He scoffed, his smile vanished for the first time since you walked up. “What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t think I could be a creative?”

The same had been said about you and dance, so you kept your mouth shut. “What kind of artwork?”

“Sculptor. Can’t you tell by my art supplies?” he swept his arm out, motioning to the junkyard heap piled on all sides. “Everything I make is made from recycled materials.”

“Oh,” you murmured. “Well, that makes sense.”

Reza chuckled. “And since you’re a dancer, I’m sure you can mold that body of yours as you please, so I’m certain you’d make a good model. Do that for me, and the stage is yours.”

You grumbled under your breath. “Can I bring a taser?”

“If you’d like, but I promise, I may talk like a pig, but I will always act like a gentleman.” He bowed, sweeping his arm along his waist.

“You promise?”

Rez extended his hand out to you. “I am a man of my word. Shake and it’s a deal.”

You took a deep breath in then grabbed his hand. “Fine. When do you need me?”

Reza’s smug grin returned and he chuckled suspiciously under his breath. “As often as you can sacrifice yourself. “I know my sister can be a slave driver with her troupe, so whenever you are free, come to me.”

His word choices had you questioning. “Okay, fine.”

“Excellent! Would you like to start now?” he motioned back towards the house.

You shook your head. “No. I’ll need some time to prepare myself.”

The golden glow behind his sunglasses flickered. “Fine by me. Then I suppose I shall see you soon.”

Back at the boarding house, the rest of the troupe was eager to hear your report. They gathered around you, waiting to hear what happened at Reza’s place.

“I heard he’s worse than Mrs. Riahi.”

“He’s supposedly some sort of monster caused by a curse, that’s why Mrs. Riahi won’t fight him for the theatre.”

“He’s weird and creepy,” you huffed, but I wouldn’t say he's a monster.” You took off your boots before you walked through the front door. You were followed into the kitchen where you got a drink.

“But what happened?”

You sighed. “He’s an artist, apparently,” you shrugged and cracked open your drink. “He wants me to pose for him.”

“That’s all?”

You took a long drink and exhaled loudly. “Top surgery was nothing, this will be a pain in my ass.”

“So you’re doing it?”

You frowned and nodded. “If that’s all it takes, I’ll grit my teeth and bare it as long as I have to.” You then turned to the others. “Just don’t tell Mrs. Riahi about this! I’ve worked too hard to get a spot in this troupe, I won’t lose it.”

The next day, after practice and rehearsals, you left to go back to Reza’s home. The front gate and door were both wide open, so you let yourself in. His foyer was dark, the only light you could see came from a distant doorway.

“Hello?” You stepped inside and heard what sounded like a buzzsaw going off. You stepped back outside just in case.

The buzzsaw stopped and heavy footsteps came down the hall. Golden eyes gleamed from the shadows, and Reza turned on a light. He saw you and grinned. “Ah, it’s you. Come on in.” He waved his hand for you to follow. You kept a distance between you, making sure he walked into the room before you did.

“This is my workshop!” He threw his hands out to show off. “Together, you and I will make something wonderful.”

His word choices still perturbed you. You set your bag aside and looked around. Scrap metal gleamed on the walls, along with power tools and canisters. A large table stretched from one wall and nearly all the way to the other side.

“Have you ever murdered anyone in here? Because it looks great for that.”

Reza guffawed. “No, no, sweetheart. Murder isn’t my style.” He motioned to a wooden palette. “I set you up on a stage, just for you.”

You shucked your coat which he took and hung on the door. “What do you want me to do?”

“That’s half the problem. I’m not sure what I want. I just know that I want to capture something. A moment.”

You stood there and frowned. “You’re going to have to give me something more than that to work with.”

Reza tipped his glasses down, gazing at you with those golden eyes. “How flexible are you?”

“You better be asking that professionally.”

“I am, I am, hold your horses, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “I have an idea in my mind, but I want to make sure you can manage it.”

“Yeah, I’m flexible,” you huffed.

Reza’s eyes flicked up the ceiling then back down. “If I can attach a strap of some kind it might help you hold the pose. But first can you bend back like-” he attempted to lean backward but stopped. “Why am I even trying?” He came up behind you, placing his huge, warm palm against your back. “Ease back for me.”

You lowered down, laying into his palm. You focused ot he ceiling, not wanting to look at his face.

“That’s it, very good.” He held you there for a moment before pushing you back up. “I’ll have to set up a rig so you don’t hurt yourself.” He walked away, gathering up his hair and tying it back. “By the way, what do you want me to call you?”

“Certainly not sweetheart,” you grouched.

He chuckled. “No, I mean what makes you comfortable to refer to you as?”

You touch your back where his palm had been, your skin still feels warm there. “I’m nonbinary if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Gotcha. Good, I wanted to make sure.” He looked up from his desk at you. “I want to make sure you’re comfortable here.”

That was a surprise from your first impression of him.

He then waved his hand at you. “You can go now, that’s all I needed tonight.”

“That’s it?”

Reza looked up and grinned. “You can’t rush these things. Besides, I have to make a few modifications to assure I get the best ose from you that I can. Come back tomorrow.”

You frowned, but you weren’t going to argue. You picked up your bag and left without another word.

More questions awaited you once back at the boarding house, but you didn’t have much to give since the visit had been so short. Once people scattered, Ela, mrs. Riahi’s youngest daughter, joined you in the kitchen,

“You’re not going to tell on me, are you?” You asked.

Ela shook her head. “No. Not at all. I’m actually kind of relieved you’re doing this.” She sat down with you at the table. “They’ve been fighting like this since I was a kid.”

“Do you know why?”

Ela shook her head slowly. “I’ve never gotten a straight answer. I just know they’re both very similar. My uncle is a good guy, he always spoiled my sisters and me when we were little. He just was dealt a shitty hand.”

You furrowed your brow. “A shitty hand?”

“It’s a little strange to explain, but it’s a genetic thing. Sort of like werewolves but...different.” She got a strange, concerned look upon her face. “He was born with it, and it causes him to be a manticore.”

“Someone said something about a curse,” you murmured.

“My eldest sister has it too, but Uncle Reza got it really bad. He was really out of control as a kid from what I’ve heard, and he’s only recently been able to control it. He was sent away a lot as a kid.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You asked.

“I think Uncle Reza just wants someone to talk to. I think he’s lonely. Mama stopped letting him around us when I was little, and most of the family won’t have much to do with him either. I don’t think he’s a bad person, and I don’t think him being a manticore is something wrong. I don’t want you to think that. Maybe if he has someone to talk to, a confidant or something, it’ll help him.”

You sighed and looked down. “Maybe that’s why he asked for me to model then. Because he’s lonesome?”

Ela smiled. “Try and be his friend for me. Tell him I miss him.”

You nodded and put a reassuring smile on your face. “Fine. Okay. I’ll keep going. I was going anyway just so we could use the theatre.”

“Thank you so much!” Ela beamed. “I really appreciate it.”

You still weren’t sure about him, but having a little backstory helped. Although you weren’t sure how much that would mean down the road.

The next day when you went to his place, Reza was outside waiting for you. He was sitting on his porch with his feet propped up onto the railing. Smoke billowed around his head while he chewed on the end of a cigar.

“There you are!” He stood up, taking the cigar from his mouth in a flourish. “I just got your stage finished.”

You waved your hand before your face as the smoke crept closer. “Stage?”

He grinned. “Something I rigged up to make the posing easier.”

Frowning, you gripped the strap of your backpack tighter. “Like meat hooks?”

Reza waved you into the house, taking you back to his workshop. “I figure I would need to see all angles to get this piece just right, so I rigged up a sort of lazy susan contraption.” Where the wood palette had sat before there was now a round stand with strips of fabric hanging from the ceiling. “I even got the strap here to rotate with you so you don’t get tied up.” He then looked at you with a smile. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

You grimaced at him and set your bag aside. “Let’s just get this started.” You hopped up onto the stage then looked back at him. “Oh, right. Ela told me to tell you hello.”

Reza froze for a moment, and his characteristic smile vanished. He snubbed out the cigar and scoffed. “Is that right?”

You watched him for any other sort of reaction, but he turned his back to you. He whipped off his leather jacket and you were distracted by the muscular back he had hidden beneath it. You stared despite you best wishes, watching his muscles flex and turn as he reached for equipment hanging on the wall.

“Haven’t seen her in ages.”

“She told me that.” You slipped into the strap, leaning back with ease and a surprising amount of comfort. It reminded you of ribbon dancing so you lifted up your legs and kicked them up towards the ceiling.

“What a show off,” Reza chuckled. “I figured you could do something special with those legs.”

You set your legs back down. “You ruined that moment.”

“I’m serious,” he said sternly. “I knew you’d be a good dancer the moment I saw you. My sister must have had to steal you from someone.”

You sighed. “No, not really. I quit a job to come to the troupe. But no one was really fighting to keep me or take me. I was actually lucky that her first choice had to drop out.”

Reza set equipment on the table as he listened. “And that’s why the theatre is so damn important to you.”

You realized you gave yourself away, so you decided to lean into it. “Yeah, it is. I’m risking a lot being here, and I’m not losing my dream job because some creepy asshole wants to get his revenge or his jollies off.”

Reza chuckled, leaning over his desk. “And what else did Ela tell you?”

You leaned back in the straps again, lifting your arms up to take hold and you swept your legs out. “She said she thinks your lonely.”

“Well,maybe she’s right.” He put on a face shield and turned on a welding device and that was the end of the conversation.

Reza worked until late into the evening, stopping just when you were beginning to cramp in your shoulders. He turned off his equipment, then lifted up the shield mask.

“That should be it for tonight.”

You grunted as you rose from the straps, rubbing your shoulder as best you could. The cramping traveled between shoulder blades and sucked the breath from you.

“Come here.” Reza approached, removing his thick gloves. “Let me see that.”

“No, no, it’s nothing it’s-” His warm hands fell upon your shoulders, and once he started squeezing it melted away the ache. You let out a moan which made him chuckle in return.

“How’s that?” Reza asked. “Not too shabby huh?”

You cleared your throat. “Yeah. That’s fine.”

Reza continued kneading his big, warm hands into your shoulders, moving his fingers to your neck where, with one twist, there was a cereal-like crunching that went down your neck.

“What the hell was that?” You whimpered.

“Tension and stress.” Reza moved his hands down your lower back. “Do you tense your jaw a lot?”

You placed your hand under your jaw and around your neck. “Maybe?”

Reza walked around to face you. “Let me try this then.” His big fingers slipped around your cheeks, making you freeze in place from such an odd touch. He pressed into your jaw, focusing on the hinges. It felt strangely good.

“There now,” he said under his breath. “Doesn’t that feel better.”

Your face heated up, but you blamed it on his close proximity. You placed your fingertips upon his wrist, hoping to move him back, but you really didn’t make an effort.

Reza stepped back, releasing you from his clutches. “How about a drink before you head home?”

“I really shouldn’t.” You reached for your bag, taking out your phone to check for messages.

“I take it by the shouldn’t that you want to?”

You sighed. “Mrs. Riahi doesn’t like us drinking.”

You threw his head back laughing. “That’s hilarious coming from her!”

You eyed him as you slipped your bag over your shoulder. “Yeah, well, I’m not trying to do anything to risk this job.”

Reza chuckled. “I know, I know. Quit your job. Shattered dreams. Blah, blah, blah. What’s your poison? I’m sure I have it in stock.”

You hesitated speaking, thinking you should just go home and get some sleep. Only thing was, a drink did sound nice. “Vodka.”

Reza snickered. “I have an endless reservoir of that. Come on.” He lead you a room over, taking you into the kitchen where there was a chest freezer next to the stove. He opened it, taking out two bottles of vodka that were frosted over.

You mouth watered at the thought of how cold it would be. “I haven’t had a drink since I moved here.”

Reza took glasses from the cabinet and set them upon the counter. “Trying to be a good little student.”

“I suppose,” you grumbled.

Reza poured your glasses then handed it to you. As you were about to take to a sip he lifted up his white tank to wipe off his face. His chest and belly were covered in coarse hair, his pecs were well defined, and even if there was a pooch to his belly, he looked solid as a rock.

You sputtered, almost choking on your vodka.

“Too strong for you?” he laughed.

You shook your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “No I just-”

Reza held up his glass. “So long as you enjoy the experience.”

You sighed, taking your glass and tapping it against his. “Cheers.”

He drank deep from his glass, breathing out and his eyes glowed brightly. He looked at you, and you were well aware of his gaze traveling down your body. “What else did you give up to dance for my sister?”

You scoffed. “Nothing much really.”

“No relationship?” He asked calmly.

You blew a raspberry before taking another sip.

“No relationship,” he chuckled.

You sighed and leaned over the counter. “Why? Are you offering?”

Reza beamed. “Always offering, sweetheart.” He leaned over the counter towards you. “Have I piqued your interests?”

You take a longer drink.

“Or did my Ela say something else?”

You licked your lips then shrugged. “She said you were a manticore, but she really hammered in the loneliness.”

Reza’s smile softened, turning a shade of sad that almost touched you. “Glad to see my sister didn’t brainwash her completely. She was always my favorite.” He moved back, leaning against the fridge behind him. “But yes, I am both of those things.”

“You don’t look it,” you murmured.

Reza chuckled. “Which one?”

“Both. You don’t appear to be either.”

“That’s what years of practice and lying to yourself will do, sweetheart.” he aimed his glass at you. “Look at yourself, you’ve hidden plenty I’m sure wouldn’t be given on. The tension in your jaw and the crackling of your neck give that away.”

You frowned and shrugged.

“I’m sure you’ve hidden much, just like me.”

You place your hand upon your chest, just above your top surgery scars. “Yeah, well, you got me.”

Reza smirked. “My sister thinks I’m dangerous. So she took my nieces from me, turned my family’s backs against me. We got into a fight and I may have overreacted. But then she did as well.”

“Did you try to eat her or something?”

A slight smirk appeared on his face. “Not so literal. But I did try to jump down her throat. But enough about me. I’m much more curious about you.”

You chuckled as you sipped your vodka. “I don’t turn into a magical beast, so I don’t know what you’re curious about.”

“Now, now, don’t be so modest. I’ve seen many dancers in my life and seen what they can turn into. Passion creates magic, that’s what it all boils down to. Hatred, love, joy, sorrow, put those at their strongest and that is where you’ll find magic happening.” His smile grew. “And I can tell from your posing how well you can control your body. You have a gift.”

You bit back your smile. “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, sweetheart.” He then brought out the vodka bottle. “Another glass?”

You shrugged. “Why not?”

After a couple more drinks, Reza called you a car to send you back to the boarding house. In the morning you woke with a bad case of cottonmouth and a slow moving ache in your head. You guzzled water during practice, but luckily the headache wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Each evening you went back to Reza’s place, posing for his sculpture which bit by bit was taking form. You would sometimes move your stage, turning it so he was sure to get the angles right from every possible side. You sometimes shares drinks at the end of it, but what you looked forward to the most was when he offered to massage your shoulders and neck. Those strong hands on your body felt so good it was hard to ignore.

One evening, as you were walking in, Reza got a look on his face. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked.

“What?” You huffed. “It was a pretty strenuous class today. I’m tired.”

Reza frowned then he grabbed your hand. “Come here. I won’t have you posing tonight looking like that.”

“Looking like what?” You balked as he tugged you into another room. He smacked the top of a dining table. “Lat on your stomach.”

“What?”

Reza’s eyes glowed from behind his glasses. “Lay down. I’ll find some lotion. Your body is in no shape for modeling tonight.”

The idea of getting a much more through massage than usual did sound inviting. “How can you tell?” You hopped up onto the table and there was a twinge in your lower back.

“You’re carrying yourself far too heavy.” Reza came back in with a bottle in his hands. “Now lay down, and don’t squirm, I’ll have to pull you shirt up.”

You did as he said, flinching a bit when he touched bare skin. You bit your lip, finding more pleasure in it than discomfort. He smoothed something cold against your skin, and his fingers worked into your shoulders and back, slowly making your body warm to his touch.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

You moaned softly. “Amazing.”

Reza chuckled. “Good. Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

Those words sent a shiver down your body.

“You would think she would take better care of her troupe,” Reza grunted. His strong handed melted your body into a puddle, rubbing out every ounce of tension you held, looseing each knot he came across.

You moaned and grunted, trying to hold back your voice while he worked. “Fuck that’s good.”

“That gave me goosebumps,” Reza growled very close to your ear.

Your cheeks heated and you kept your head down.

After a while, Reza moved his hands away and tugged your shirt back down. “You should be good to go now.”

You sat up with a sigh, your body felt warm and loose, you felt comfortable and cozy. Yous miled dreamily, and Reza’s expression shifted.

“That felt amazing.” You touched your neck. “How do you do it?”

“Nothing really,” he chuckled.

You look into his eyes which were a deep, moving liquid gold. “How about I do you then?”

Reza’s eyes widen, burning brighter. “What?”

“Your back. I can massage it if you want.”

Reza chuckled and rubbed his hairy chin. “I’d be a fool to turn that down. But are you sure?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m feeling good so I want to pay it forward.”

Reza stepped forward as you slipped off the table. He look off his shirt to reveal his bare chest and back. If you were being honest, you had been wanting to get at his back for a while now. He laid upon the table and you placed your hands upon his back. He felt solid like a rock and was warm as one left out in the sun. You started kneading into his shoulders, but you needed some elevation, so you climbed up onto the table and straddled his back.

“I like that.” Reza’s laugh had a tinge of nerves to it.

You tried your best to knead and massage down his back, but you weren’t as skilled as Reza was. He made small grunts and moans as you worked, but you felt you were taking more pleasure in this by touching him.

As you rubbed down his sides you felt something brush up along the back of your leg. Turning, you saw a tail curling around you. Reza sat up like a shot, nearly knocking you off the table. He was breathing hard and he kept his head down.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart,” he growled.

“Is something wrong?”

Reza scoffed. “Oh just...just let my guard down was all.” He looked back at you for a brief second. His hair had gotten thicker and grown around his face like a mane. “Give me a second to collect myself.” The tail tucked itself around his side as he tried to hide himself.

You stepped towards him, placing your hand upon his back which was growing smooth, velvety fur. “It’s alright.”

His voice came out a low, raspy snarl. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What's the worst you could do?” You brushed your fingers down his side and he shivered.

Reza glanced back at you, his face changed, but it was still recognizably him. His golden eyes were larger and sharper than before. You smiled up at him, trying to reassure him.

“What’s that smirk for?” He growled, his voice deeper.

“Nothing, I just think I realized I like you.”

Reza jerked and his voice caught in his throat.

“You’re strange but that’s not a bad thing. You’re kind of charming, and I guess you’re sexy.” You smooth your hand down his arm to take his hand. His palm was heavier and bigger, and there were claws tipping his fingertips. “So what if you’re a manticore? There’s worse things in this world.”

“Don’t try to tease me like this.” Reza grabbed your hand and held it tight, careful with his sharp claws.

“I’m not,” you murmur. “I like coming here. I thought I’d hate it but I kept looking forward to seeing you.”

Reza pulled you around to him, cupping your chin in his hand as he looked down at you. He dipped down and his gaze felt warm on your skin. You closed your eyes as his breath fluttered against your cheek. Reza nuzzled to your shoulder, then your neck, slowly moving himself towards your lips where he stole a kiss.

You reached for more, pulling him to take another and another. Reza pulled away, placing his hand over your mouth.

“I need to calm down. Stay here!” He left in a hurry with wings sprouted upon his back. He charged off on all fours and you could hear him bumbling down the halls. You smiled, touching your lips as you thought about what you had done.

Reza returned later, back in his usual guise. He cleared his throat and walked into the room as confidently as he could.

“Sorry about that.”

“No worries.” You couldn’t hold back your smile. “Does that happen often when you get flustered?”

“You could say that,” he huffed. “So don’t get any ideas. I’m an old fashioned type.”

You took his hand and placed a kiss upon his knuckles. “I’m okay with going slow if that’s what you need. It’ll be fun.”

Reza’s cheeks darkened as he looked at you. “Easy now, I only just got my glamour back on. I’d hate to ruin the evening.” His usual smirk returned. “Especially since it appears we won’t be working.”

You prepared yourself for another kiss, but he instead placed one upon your forehead. It was nice though, and you chuckled softly.

“How about dinner then?”

Reza nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

[possibly-a-table-or-just-gay]

Headcanons for my Teenage Dirtbag AU!!!!

(A lot of these will be Darius-centric, he's my favourite character leave me alone)

Darius has one of those old man leather wallets and keeps a group photo of the hagsquad in it

Eda and Raine are Partners In Crime™️ and it drives Darius up the wall

Lilith hasn't yet left for the Emperor's Coven, but everytime she gets roped into irresponsible shenanigans by the gang she starts panicking that it will "end up on her record" and stop her from moving up the ranks

Darius is the most responsible of the group and so ends up having to talk his way into getting them off scot-free whenever they do less-than-legal stuff

Raine grew their hair out just a little over their collar and Darius never stops making fun if it

"... shit." "Not as shit as whatever the hell you did to your hair." "Oh fuck off-" etc.

Darius had a vErY EmBarRaSIng cRuSh on Alador before they actually got together and no-one will let it go

"I'm meeting up with Alador later and-" "OooOOoo going on a date with your boyfriend?!?!" "S-SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Pre-Aladarius, Eda and Raine once cornered Alador and interrogated him abt his feelings for Darius (Alador was terrified)

Eda had a crusty old flip-scroll that was so cracked it barely turned on from her throwing it around constantly

Darius bitches and bickers with everyone sm people think he hates the hagsquad even though they're all literally his best friends

If you have any questions abt this au btw I am SO ready to ramble lmao

[quartztwst]

Im wondering : what time is it in your country ?? No reasons for asking, i just got curious bc you always post 🤷‍♀️

I love what you post btw, always fun and it makes me smile ♡

im in AMERICAAAAA RAAAHHHHHHHH GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS no i fucking hate america fuck Biden and those crusty, coughing dust ass bitches

its currently 8 pm rn 💪💪💪

[respectthepetty]

Hi, *shuffles feet* I know you said no talking about creepy Krit…Buuut, your latest epic colour post reminded me of a thought I had when he turned up wearing that blue checkered outfit that co-ordinated with Gun’s outfit rather too well. You see, I’m thinking, what if the creep is a chameleon and that’s why he’s stealing King’s blue. He’s trying to “fit in” with the office group and match King so that people let down their guard, taking on King’s colours in order to try and attract Uea…

@thewayofsubtext, okay, alright. Sure. I'll write about that crusty s.o.b. because all roads lead to King, but let me warn the people in the room - put on the earmuffs and use the blindfolds because the language is about to get ugly.

@wen-kexing-apologist and @sliceduplife commented on my "latest epic colour post" that they both believe Krit is trying to steal King's color and blend in with the group, so they will let their guards down.

An Anon sent an ask worried that the introduction of Krit would cause Uea to spiral into self-loathing and make him believe he, himself, is the root of all his problems since all of these evil motherfuckers cling to Uea.

I’m actually worried Uea has a complex now and will think all the bad is his fault because I’m sorry poor baby was abused by his mum, SA and abused by his step dad, SA by his Ex and now being stalked and a possible SA from the new boss. The show should have been called Ueas Trauma!!!!!

As much as Uea's stepfather and his mom are hideous demons and cause Uea tremendous trauma, they haven't directly been a source of conflict for King.

Which is why we need this busted-ass-basic-bitch:

King's personal conflict is his mother's agenda to get him hitched. Uea's personal conflict is his fucked up family. But both men have yet to face an enemy together beyond how to label their feelings and relationship. So...

They need Krit.

He serves as the perfect antagonist. Not just because we already hate this bastard and he will test the now fragile bond that is beginning to crumble between Uea and King, but because he is mimicking King, through his actions and his colors.

When we first meet Krit, he is wearing black. So is King. Krit stares at Uea. So does King. Krit approaches Uea after the meeting blocking Uea from leaving. King did this as well in the first episode.

The next time we see Krit, he is trying to buy Uea coffee. King brought Uea coffee in the hallway in the first episode, and got an elbow to the stomach for it. Krit tries again to approach Uea to ask him for dinner recommendations. King tried to scheme his way into Uea's car when they had their office dinner. When King interferes with both of Krit's interactions, both are wearing black. Also, King always plants himself between Krit and Uea.

Krit then calls Uea to his office. He asks again about dinner, BUT he also touches Uea. King finessed his way into a dinner date with Uea after their tests. However, no matter how many times King bothered Uea, he NEVER touched Uea. Krit does even when he visits Uea at his desk in front of others. Krit touches Uea several times. Both Krit and King are wearing blue.

The last confrontation occurs when Krit meets Gun and Uea in front of the elevator. As you mentioned, Krit and Gun are both wearing patterns, so Krit sees his way into Uea's information and continues to question GUN.

Krit tries to figure out where Uea lives. King, before the tests, picked Uea up at a bus stop, but publicly embarrassed Uea into accepting the ride. The only reason King figured out where Uea lived was because of that ride since he took Uea back home. During this elevator scene, both are wearing blue, even though it conflicts with the office's colors.

If you're pissed about the comparison between the two, let me make up for it now. Looking at the outfits, King is always a solid color. Krit isn't. He doesn't fully commit to the color because those aren't his true colors. He is copying King's every move, but we all know a copy isn't as good as the original and his true intention to possess Uea keeps sprouting up through his touches and color.

King is a Green Flag while Krit is a Red Flag. Even though both of them have acted the same way to get Uea's attention, the power dynamic (boss/employee vs. coworkers) doesn't exist between King and Uea, and King doesn't cross lines with Uea, physically or figuratively. Krit, in his position of authority, doesn't have to stay within the lines.

Next week, we see Krit shows up to Uea's house in all black, but he matches the stepdad this time, and we all know how fucked up the stepdad is.

Krit can't match King on any level. Not through colors or actions, but he is matching the stepdad through colors and actions in this scene.

King's treatment of Uea compared to all these other trash ass men is unmatched. Uea doesn't need this reminder. We, the audience, do. Krit does "fit in" with all the other toxic men; that's the point. Krit, in his outfits would fit into the office group, easily; it's because he is trying to match King that makes his outfit off when compared to King because King always stands out. King doesn't align with the group, not at work, and not with these bullshitty men.

We need Krit and his fucked up colors to come between Uea and King.

So they can actually be together.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Do you think that The Path Of Totality is just...JDevil lore?

Okayokayokayokay yes I DO, I gotta break this one down by song, this is too good, okay so:

Chaos Lives in Everything = JDevil living inside JD, duh, and JD not being able to escape his demons. Err, demon. Demon/alter ego/musical side project.

Kill Mercy Within = JDevil feels alienated from human society so he rejects humanity and says ‘fuck you and your broke ass system, I kill with impunity’.

My Wall = JDevil living with his own demons and those who wanna see him suffer, in the end accepts that things always change as well as…forgiveness and resolve???

Narcissistic Cannibal = JDevil really likes Hannibal. And positivity in the face of nihilism. And eating people.

Illuminati = JDevil despises the evil empire government of humans looking to rule society with hate and greed.

Burn the Obedient = JDevil reeeeeally doesn’t like the 14 year old Twitter anarchists talking about violent revolution when they can’t even break their curfew without crying to mommy about how they’re so sorry, it won’t happen again.

Sanctuary = JDevil practicing desperate coping mechanisms in response to psychological and physical abuse.

Let’s Go = THE PASSAGE OF TIME MEANS NOTHING, DON’T BE A HATER, FUCK THIS SHIT, LET’S FUCKING PARTY, OH GOD THE DEMONS ARE BACK, BABY PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE I’M SORRY ABOUT THE DEAD RATS.

Get Up! = JDevil loves Fight Club.

Way Too Far = JDevil don’t really understand human issues so when he tries to fix them he always ends up fucking something up, but he wants you to know that he cares.

Bleeding Out = JDevil thought he had a friend in someone but they decided to talk some shit and now he regrets ever trusting them and kinda sorta blames himself for something out of his control. Also crucifixion imagery. Brutal diss track.

Fuels the Comedy = OH Y’ALL DON’T LIKE MY PITCH BLACK DEMON TEETH AND EYES OR MY CRUSTY HAIR OR MY CHEETO-DUSTED FINGERS OR MY FIRE MIXTAPE, SUCK MY WHOLE ENTIRE DEMON DICK, BITCH!!!1!1!!1!

Tension = Sometimes JDevil gives into the dark thoughts and is sometimes shocked at the emotions he feels that regular normie humans don’t, but in the end he can’t rest easy knowing the person that fucked him up is hurting.

[blimbo-buddy]

as a real cult victim shut your ass up ab how pinestar would write ab how tragic and evil and cultlike the clans are 💀 he is NOT a victim you goofy mf he abandoned his child and wife idc if the scary star cats are to blame for that he still directly contributed to tigerclawstars trauma and therefore his behavior and evilness....i love how you only consider child abuse and neglect ok when its your pathetic uwu woobified sadboy characters

every take you have is so incredibly narrow minded and self centered its like you cant even begin to relate to an experience you havent had and its just genuinely mentally painful to read some of your posts bc youre so fucking wrapped up in your weird negative ideology of hating everything and everyone that doesnt fit the specific acute traits you deem ok in a character. so many of the cats you like are bland ass background cats (which isnt inherently a bad thing) but i feel like its bc youre too much of a bitch to like any character with any level of depth or layers to them (cough cough ivypool) and you take anyone liking those characters or the way theyre written as them defending those mfs 😭 youre just so fucking annoying please go offline dude im so sick and tired of seeing your crusty dusty white pale face online go talk to people outside of tumblr for once and maybe youll stop being such a jackass

what the fuck do I even say to this

[quartarcade]

Crazy shit my friends have said but as inbox starters part 2

Part one. you are allowed to adjust these in whatever deems appropriate to your muse!

"I'm psychically passing on my brain hemorrhage onto you."

"You're at a ten I need you to being it down to a three."

"You deserve everything I send to you."

"You will die in six seconds, and I forgot how to count."

"God gave him his last breath and right now he's holding it."

"Burn in the bowels of hell like the shit you couldn't take on this day."

"Start chucking buckets, buddy."

"I'm playing 3d chess while you're out here playing baby checkers, stop eating the pieces, dumbass!"

"I hope you're in a gaming mood because you're about to speedrun the rest of your fucking life."

"Change the card color one more time and I'm changing your birth certificates date to never."

"May your fate not be the same as Icarus, you waxed-winged bitch."

"Why are there potatoes on the floor?"

"I've had just about enough of your crusty ass in my realm!"

"THAT WAS SO CHEAP IT AINT EVEN ON THE DISCOUNT RACKET. THEY'RE GIVIN IT OUT FOR FREE."

"I'm proud of my feet, they brought me to a lot of places."

"Sorry, the demons came out."

"Those nuggies are mine and that clown's a wash."

"It's not gay, it's tactical bro."

"You've stolen from my people! You've poisoned my crops!"

"I wouldn't be in your shoes, we wear different pairs of shoes."

"Your ass would have been grass and they would have mowed it."

"I'm gonna get so close to his face he's gonna see the whites of my eyes before he sees the whites of the pearly gates."

"Rome wasn't built in a day, but this ass-beating will!"

“My knees! God broke them to nerf me!”

"These arrows can tell me where to go, but only god can tell me how close hell is!"

"I took a ton of Demerol and I thought I became religious."

"She's/He's/They're dying and my lean is mixed. Let's get to work."

"I don't care what you look like so long as you look like you've met god."

"I've inserted a cow with sunglasses and now time is unstable!"

"You can't prove I lost if I'm dead."

"Instead of frozen, its colden. It was really hard breaking it together."

" I hate to tell you this, [name], but Papa John is real and He Can Hurt You."

"Everyone knows the C in Chess stands for Cuck."

"You don't know what that pufferfish did."

"I like my men lean and mean.. and preferably a machine."

"I GOTTA SHOOT BACK TO CHRISTMAS."

"If they are the 1% they're gonna get 100% of these hands."

"Waste my time once more, Petty Man."

"FUCK YOU YOU WANNA TEST GOD? I WANNA TEST CHILLI'S!"

"Everybody knows that the perfect gamer cup is a red solo cup that has a bite taken out of it."

"I did kill myself once and won."

"Someone's fucking corpse just flung into me and reversed the polarity, the alignment, and the religious affiliation of my knees."

"I gotta go mow my drive thru."

"Does his mom love him? I sure hope so."

"Who knows? The power of fish is endless."

"I'm gonna dox you so I can beat your ass publicly".

"Because I saw the future, and you're not in it."

"Want me to cancel your heartbeat? There you go!"

"We got no time to fuck around, only to find out."

"What's stupid is thinking you need permission to ask questions."

[silverredtail]

Magnus bullshit-mangus monkey bullshit. Feel free to talk it out with me!

-Mk and mac both are so vuntable to the lonely it's devastating

-Mk is many episodes is shown to being afraid of being left behind and gets depressed when he feels isolated. Season 2(?) Highlights this especially after meetings lbd.l, and wukong doesn't help. He needs to be useful and the lonely can easily give him a cold embrace.(Notes added cause wife is clever: mk hates the cold and reacts big so that would work against the lonely. Mk is quick to fall prey to the isolation but he's just as quick to perk up with others around or has a goal he can focus on) He's also vulnerable to the stranger mainly shown in the calabash episode, he doesn't like it when things wear his friends faces and the stranger can abuse that easy since mk forgets to check things with his gold vision.

- lonely is the same with Mac but it's one he has had to wrap himself in. Hell he'd probably be so deep in the lonelys grasp that he might be close to becoming an avatar..or at least a tool of the entity. The end also might like to play with mac's memories to remind him that Mac is dead and already belongs to it. Compared to the cold isolation the lonely carried the solid embrace of the end would probably feel like a friend.

-red. This may be a dumb one but fuck it, the vast. Spacifically the fear of being insignificant. With his mother's powers I doubt he'd fear the ozone, wind or the sky(eat shit you crusty avatar) but stick that boy somewhere where he is a spec among an endless existence and lost to a lack of control and I think that boy will break. Also maybe desolation but only in that small subsection of the fear of loosing all that's precious to him and watch those he cared about being in so much pain. Like his mother grieving his father when he was locked away.

-mei. Again, could be desolation because of that special brand of cruelty Jane does(same as red)..her biggest fear came from the samadi fire and not being enough for her family. The fire burning everything she loved to nothing but ash. The desolation would eat that up, remind her just how much of a powder keg she is and what destruction she can bring to the world. But others also fit like the dark for the same kind of thought. The unknown, being left in that questionable state(looking at you wukong, could've told them something) was enough to make her loose her cool.

-Wukong. End, eye, web and the buried. He's a mess, he gets a mess with so many entities that claw at him. Let's start strong. His whole hunt for imortallity began because he feared growing old, weak and eventually dying. The end is constantly on Wukongs mind and he thought he ran hard enough..but it took his subject, Mac, his brothers, his master. The end always wins..now he's got mk and the rencarnations of his brothers and master, mortals..the end is back in his mind. The eye, heaven constantly watching him and judging his every action. That has to create some paranoia..make him second guess just how to proceed even if he plays and acts stupid. Same with the web..this monkey hates and fears being puppeted around. Heaven, the many demons that are shits, lbd..he's a weapon and he doesn't want anyone to handle him..and then the buried. Many creatures, demons and celestials have found that the best way to shut him up and make him stop moving is to bury him deep deep down in the earth, chain him, put him in a pot or frying pan, restrain him in so many ways..and he hates it every time and freaks out. Bitch fits so many of the 14 but god damn it ya know?

-pigsy. This one also may seem obvious or stupid depending on who gets to see this bullshit. curruption and the flesh seem to fit him in my opinion. Curruption naturally comes from the need to keep the shop clean so he can stay in business and rot, disease, and the such would shut him down..but in jttw bajie always ended up eating magots and rotten food that wukong never warned him about cause of demons and I think that would pass down..beyond that depending on how his mother and grandmother passed can also make him weaker to curruptions effect. Flesh and the hunt also could kind of comes from his primal nature but also time in the war. Fear of being butchered and being hunted because he's a pig but also just because he's no doubt felt a lot of hatred for being a demon and probably has seen awful things..but curruption seems the strongest for him, idk. I'll come back to him

-sandy. The man who technically started this shit. Slaughter feels the most right for him, from the sheer bloodshed from the war he fought in that caused him to change his very being. He doesn't even raise a hand in anything more then defense because of the mindless carnage that gave him PTSD. (Notes added cause wife is clever: the hunt would also be a good fit because he was the hunter before and now he would fear his sins coming back to haunt him. After all he harmed so many that something would naturally come back and karma's a bitch) The cats help make him feel more himself sure but with that can bring in the stranger or the spiral..those entities that remind him and fill those corners of his eyes with red and bodies.

[crusty-chronicles]

ATTENTION Y'ALL

I am now formally accepting request 👉👈. They might take a while to get done but trust that I will get to them.

Rules:

I will do both Sfw and NSFW, however NOTHING, absolutely nothing inappropriate with any minors. I will also not be doing any noncon or incest. ❌❌❌

For any requests you have please be a little specific or have a basic idea of what you'd like.

You can request Headcannons, oneshots, and drabbles. Sorry, I will not be making any new series at the moment. Ya girl has got to focus on getting into college 😎

Shows I will be willing to write for: HxH, Yu Yu Hakusho, One Piece, Bleach, Black Butler. I might expand my horizons a bit later on.

Now keep in mind I'm a basic bitch so if it's an extremely popular or toxic character in the fandom, I might not be into them. Ex: The Adult Trio. No offense but I fucking hate Hisoka and Illumi. Don't even think about it. With Peace and Love those requests will be discarded.

If you have a specific preference in mind for the reader insert let me know. Like male, female, gender neutral. Usually gn is the default for any fluff and AFAB for smut. Please let me know in advance if you'd like to change that.

And as always, fics are X reader. No x ocs or character x character. Sorry.

Edit: just to add on here because I've gotten a few already-Do not request any x readers for Gon or Killua unless they're platonic. I personally don't feel comfortable writing for them any other way, so flat out asking for an x reader for them will be discarded. Thank you and remember to be respectful!!!!

Thank you and have a wonderful day- Crusty 🤡

[theextratreefairy]

P.1 — p.2 requested/suggested by @endlessfreaky in the comment sections, it isn't the best but i hope you like it.

Yandere! Romantic!T.Shoto x scarlet witch! Reader x Yandere! Platonic!T.Dabi(Touya)

Warnings Reader is morally grey, reader is done with the todorokis, Reader is unwilling towards Shoto and has more tolerance towards Dabi, quirk cancelling cuffs, reader loves to drink don't drink when underaged kids, the league of villains adore Reader, the LOV knows Dabi identity (before he reveals it in the manga/anime)

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To kill a hero

"Dabi! Did you see the news!?" Toga shouted through the base, running towards the older villain. Her eyes filled with worry. "Toga, whats going on?" Magne asked, she hadn't seen Toga this distraught since they met.

Toga saw Dabi lit up his phone. Causing Mr.Compress to yelp in surprise. "That fucking bastard." He cursed, the league of villains (-toga) was extremely confused. "What's going on?" Shigaraki asked, he was annoyed, Reader hadn't played animal crossing with him yet! Even though they promised!

"Reader is missing." When those words left Toga's mouth all moved stopped in the base. Twice rushing towards his friend to try and comfort her. "And I know exactly who took her." Dabi chuckled. "Hey, handy man, are you up for a rescue mission and taunting some pro-heroes?"

But it wasn't just the league planning a rescue mission, no, so where the pro's and the class 1-A students. Only unbeknownst to them, their fellow classmate: Todoroki shoto, is the reason their friend is missing.

Shoto hated seeing Reader upset. The quirk cancelling cuffs heavy on their body. "I can't wait to get out of this and beat your ass." Reader hissed at Shoto when he came down to bring dinner. "Just think off how your siblings will feel, knowing that their dearest brother is worse then their father."

"Well at least you can't hear those spirits anymore." Shoto said, trying to deflect from the situation. Their words hit him hard, they weren't true, reader just hadn't realized how this is for their own good.

"like some cuffs can stop that, I just can't use my quirk, I still feel and see everything related to it. Asshole." Reader muttered. "I need to go back to the dorms for a while. I will bring down a fridge and an extern cooking plate and a make-shift toilet." Shoto whispered, trying to bring up another subject.

"Gee thanks, bring some alcohol too."

Yeah that comment was ignored as well

It didn't take long for Dabi to pin point Readers location, and as soon as Shoto left for a few days pretending to be searching for Reader as well, he made his move together with the league.

"Toga, your going in with me." Dabi told the teenage girl. "Mhm! And if Todoroki returns I will paint him in his blood!"

"I will stand watch." Compress told the Group. "And you assholes better call me when you have them so that we can teleport the fuck away from here." Shigaraki told everyone, he was on the phone since AFO wanted him to stay at the base. "We will crusty bitch."

When Reader felt Touya's and Toga's aura they couldn't but say: "Took you assholes long enough. Now get me out of these shitty bindings."

"what the fuck is that smell?" Toga cursed. "My make shift toilet, now hurry the fuck up, I want a bath and bring down Todoroki Shoto and ruin his image."

Dabi took a picture of the basement. "Evidence." He said when he saw Readers annoyed face. "Surprises me you aren't going to beat his ass up."

"nah, that would be too easy. It would be more fun to destroy his image and make everyone doubt the hero system."

"you evil bastard." Reader laughed amused. "And then I will beat his ass."

When Reader left with the League of villains, and could use their quirk again they decided to add a bit of spice to their evidence.

Their memories

The memories that they will broadcast with Dabi's identity reveal, all they need to wait for is Dabi's dramatic entrance to the search party Shoto had joined and that was being broadcasted everywhere in Japan.

The Todoroki family can't recover from that, now can they?

I know it's shitty, I might edit this or make a part three, since I didn't really know how to write a rescue scene, or a kidnapping scene. Like I wanted to make it realistic but I afraid that if I wrote all the ideas that I had that it wouldn't be fun to read and too graphic, so i kinda made it into a crack-fic.

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