#i just dunno who else you sent it to either and don't want to have too much of the same or similar stuff floating around :(

[kopivie]

trick-or-treat.

# — pairing: spidey!kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, spider-man!kazuha

# — warnings: a little suggestive.

# — tags: fluff, kisses (bc who am i if not a madman for kisses), mild hurt/comfort, BANTER YIPPEE!!, this is zuzu's way of making up for the fact that he all but forgot kazuha's birthday, apology fic

# — notes: (PLEASE READ!!) this is... not at all what i intended to do. it's 1:30 am and i just came down from a much needed high. as my head cleared, i noticed that this fic was like, riddled with flaws, but i feel too good about this to second guess it and feel bad. anyways, this is heavily inspired by this fic that 🎻 anon sent in my asks, as well as a follow-up to this fic i wrote on @awlumii last year on kazuha's birthday. i hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! i could really use some feedback.

✦ — 🎃 — ✦

There's a knock on your door. You stare at the entry to your apartment and think: "How mean would it be if I ignored them right now?"

In your defense, you've been giving out candy all day. All. Day. You figured that there would at least have been a lull in the early afternoon since children had school to attend, but no — you've been giving out candy to all ages from as early as 10:30 this morning. It's a good thing you stocked up on candy late last month, otherwise you would've had to ruin the days of some very enthusiastic trick-or-treaters. So after setting aside a bucket full of your favorites and giving out the leftovers until about 10 at night, you finally thought yourself ready to curl up on your bed with your softest blanket. You were halfway to dreamland when some monster started pounding on your door.

(So maybe you're exaggerating a little. But who could blame you? You're tired and you want to sleep.)

And so, here you sit, your legs half-tangled in your weighted fleece blanket as you glare at your door and hope that your unwanted visitor is telepathic and gets the message that you want them to leave. Scram! you think. You raise your voice in your head. Get out of here. Shoo! Begone!

…They knock again. (Kind of a dick move if they can read minds.)

The groan you let out is obnoxiously loud and is most definitely heard by whoever is on the other side of the door. You hoist yourself to your feet and trudge to the door, but you don't open it quite yet. Judging by the fact that this person has yet to say anything, you figure that they're old enough to know when their presence is not welcome and left.

Wrong. You're too optimistic. They knock again.

You sigh and once again, hope that the sound carries through the door. "Who is it?" You try to make yourself sound as unfriendly as possible. Considering how cranky you are, you don't have to try very hard.

"Trick-or-treat..?" The voice on the other side is muffled by the door, but also by something else. Fabric, probably. All you know is that their voice is deep enough to be an adult's.

You click your tongue. "Trick." You almost snicker. It's a little refreshing not doling out treats for once. "Go home."

"Can I at least give you a treat?" The person asks.

You blink. They didn't leave? "Pretty sure that's not how it works," you reply. "I give you treats and you… I dunno, TP my house or something."

"Yeah, well," the person at the door chuckles, "I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say 'trick', either. Since you're breaking the rules, it's only fair that it's my turn, right?"

Well… Shit. They have a point.

Impressed by the stranger's reasoning, you hum. "Fine. Let me find my costume." You turn to gather your costume and notice that you can't find the full thing. You were so eager to get to bed that you didn't hesitate to drop the thing in the wash. Not wanting to make the stranger wait too long, you improvise. You blindly grab the mask and the blue throw blanket you have folded up on your couch and tie it around your shoulder like a cape. It's a shitty excuse for a costume, but you reason that your exhaustion is a good excuse. You swing open the door and cross your arms over your chest. "Alright, what do you got for-- Oh."

Standing on the other side of your door is none other than Spider-Man himself. The two of you stand in silence as you take in each other's appearances. Then, after what feels like forever, he speaks. "So… a cape, huh?"

You don't hesitate — you grab your door and swing the thing shut as fast as you can, but Spider-Man is faster, catching the door in his gloved hand. You turn your back to him. The mask is obscuring his face, but you already know what expression he has underneath. "Don't say a word." You warn him.

Spider-Man pays you no mind. You can feel him lifting your 'cape' as he inspects it. "Hmm… capes are kinda aerodynamic, but considering how dirty my enemies fight, I don't think that's a very good design choice." You can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. "I'll give it a five out of ten."

"I said shut it!" You snatch your blanket out of his hands and march further into your apartment with Spider-Man's laughter following at your back. He walks inside and the door shuts behind the two of you. "Get the fuck out, webhead," you seethe. Your voice trembles with shame. "I didn't invite you in."

Spider-Man just walks around you to look you in the eye. "Come now, lovebug," he tilts your chin up with a finger, "you look cute wearing my mask."

You grumble and push his hand away as you struggle for words. You want to say something like, "this isn't what it looks like!" to try and save face, but there's no point in trying. This is exactly what it looks like.

Because the mask you'd been wearing for Halloween -- and the mask you haphazardly thrown on moments ago -- was none other than Spider-Man's mask.

To be fair, these things were a dime a dozen. The people of this city adore the vigilante. It was only natural that kids and adults alike would want to pretend to be him for a day, even if they had no powers like him. You're not exactly one of those people — you've seen firsthand just how brutal Spider-Man's job can be. You wouldn't trade your life for his even if you were offered money. But as you stared at the costume while shopping, you couldn't help yourself. There were obviously cooler, much more interesting costumes to choose from but this one just… called to you.

Hindsight is 20/20, after all. You should've ignored that calling.

Spider-Man takes your chin in his fingers and shakes your head side to side. "I never knew you liked me so much, lovebug. I'm touched."

You scoff. "Don't be."

"Y'know, if you wanted to wear my mask so badly, you could've just asked." Spider-Man leans in and presses a clothed kiss to your cheek. You consider yourself lucky; he can't possibly feel the burn of your cheeks through all that fabric.

You stammer. "Ha-ha. Very funny."

"What? I'm sure I have a back up somewhere." He eyes you for a moment. "You'd look good in it."

Against your will, you wonder if he's saying that he wants you to wear his clothes. Would he ever actually loan you clothes that he's worn? The thought makes your face burn hotter. "Why are you here?" You ask. Anything to change the topic.

Spider-Man chuckles, but plays along. "I haven't swung by in a few days," he says, "so I figured I'd try and surprise you as a trick-or-treater." He shrugs. "I wanted to do some reverse psychology thing where I could trick you into thinking I was just some guy in a costume so you would give me candy."

You process his words for a second. "Okay, first of all, you already are a guy in a costume."

He visibly deflates and places a hand over his chest. "Ouch, lovebug. What if you hurt my feelings?"

"Second of all," you continue, "do you have any idea how many Spider-Men I've seen today?"

"...Is that a serious question?"

"Don't be a smart ass."

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess twelve."

You pause. You actually aren't even sure if that's the right number or not. You lost count after three hours of giving out candy to cute kids.

"Am I right?" He asks.

"Who knows?"

Spider-Man huffs. "If there's that many of us around, then what am I even here for?" You giggle at his petulant behavior, and he makes another breathy sound, reminiscent of a stifled laugh. "Did you treat them the same way you treat me?"

"What?" His question takes you off-guard for a moment. You chortle. "Oh, definitely."

"You gave them band-aids and kicked them out, too?"

"Mhm." You cross your arms. "Just slapped a few on some pretend wounds and told them to get the fuck off my property."

The two of you laugh together for a moment. Once the laughter dies down, Spider-Man tugs at your cheek for a brief second. You let him get away with it for now. "You're so cute." He sighs and you can hear something somber enter his tone. "I was worried about you. It's been a week since I've seen you."

It has been a week, hasn't it? You may have been swamped with work at the hospital, but there was never a night that you didn't find yourself waiting on your balcony like an idiot in this chilly weather. You had faith that he was okay — the Daily Bugle printed something new about the "masked menace" every day this past week — but that didn't stop you from longing for his presence. Stories can't compare to the real thing, after all. You're far more taken with the masked vigilante than you'd care to admit to yourself.

You hum. "About time someone else did the worrying for once," you mumble jokingly. "It gets tiring worrying all by myself."

Spider-Man stays quiet. "I've been okay. A little worse for the wear for the past two days, but okay otherwise."

You reach for him instinctively. "Lingering pain isn't like you," you say, already in doctor-mode, "did something happen?"

"No, not like that. I've just been… sad. I guess." His confession is soft as he takes your outstretched hands in his own. He's been more vulnerable around you lately and you're not sure if that's good or bad. "It's been a rough couple of days, that's all."

You rack your brain. What could possibly be paining him that you don't know of? He's already told you that he tells you everything (within reason), so maybe it's something that you already know of? You furrow your brows as you dive deeper into your memory. Deeper, deeper… until you happen across a memory from just about a year ago.

The kiss you shared on your balcony close to midnight.

"Oh my God." You voice your incredulity aloud. "Oh my God! I missed your birthday!"

Spider-Man straightens his posture as he inhales sharply.

How could you have forgotten? He confessed to you on his birthday last year that you were the only person he had left in his life since he hated his birthday so much. October 29th was such a painful day for him — to think that you didn't stop for a second to wonder if he was okay that day. It's not like you would've been able to contact him of course, but what if he swung by after you'd fallen asleep? You should've at least left him a note or something.

"Don't beat yourself up over it, lovebug." The confidence is starting to bleed out of him, you notice. Spider-Man walks over to your couch and sits on the floor in front of it. "I'll be okay. It's not like I was going to celebrate or anything."

You move to the couch and adjust yourself so that the vigilante is between your legs. You two often assume this position when you're finished patching him up and too tired to goof around until he leaves. You would place your hands on his head and press your fingers into the fabric of his mask. Spider-Man told you once that the action was soothing, but you have yet to admit to him that it's your way of trying to conjure up an image of what his hair must look like underneath.

Like always, he gets himself into position, draping his arms across your legs. This time, however, he's looking up at you. You're not sure what expression he might be wearing.

"I wasn't saying that we should've celebrated," you say softly. "I'm just upset that you had to be alone. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask as you massage your fingers across the crown of his head.

He hums. "I am now. I promise."

"If you're ever feeling down, you know you can come and see me." Your words surprise the both of you, but you don't regret them at all. He always seems to be around when you need his company the most, so why shouldn't you do the same for him? Who else would? your mind unhelpfully supplies. "I may not be the best company in the world, but at least you won't be alone, right?"

Spider-Man moves so that he's on his knees facing you. He's so close to your face like this; you inch backwards to preserve your sanity. "You're the only company I need." He says it with so much conviction that you shiver. "But does this mean I'm getting special treatment?"

"What--? You mean from the other Spider-Men?" When he nods, you snort. "Yeah, I guess you do get V.I.P privileges. You get extra treats unlike everyone else."

"Extra?" He tilts his head. "But you haven't given me any candy at all."

You raise a brow. "All that's left is the candy I'm hoarding for myself. And before you ask, no, I'm not sharing any. Why don't you try actually trick-or-treating? People would probably give the city hero the best of the best."

He sinks a little lower, seeming defeated. "...Would you believe me if I said I tried that already?"

"Did it work?"

He's silent.

"...It didn't work, did it?"

"...No. They thought I was just some superfan."

Peals of laughter burst out of you at his admission. "So this is how they repay you, huh?" You say between giggles. "No faith and no candy? That's rough, buddy." You get the distinct impression that he's glaring at you, but that only makes you laugh harder.

Fed up with your insistence on laughing at his misfortune, Spider-Man taps your leg. "Since I get special treatment from you, can I ask for a few wishes?"

You wipe a stray tear from your eye. "I'm dressed as a superhero, not a magic genie."

"Please?"

"Fine, fine." You finally catch your breath. "You get two wishes.

"Not three?"

"I'm not a genie. Don't push it."

Spider-Man puts his hands up in defense. "Alright, two it is. The first is… let me stay with you for the rest of the night."

You shrug. Wouldn't be the first time. He's usually gone by the time you wake up, anyhow. "Granted. Next one's your last — make it count, bug boy."

Spider-Man doesn't react to your nickname. Instead, he just stares at you. A familiar sensation tickles up your spine. He's watching you; you know that stare all too well. "I think you know what I'm going to ask for next." His voice is deeper, smoother than it was mere moments ago.

You nod and he eases himself closer to you. You feel your heart pick up an unsteady rhythm and rather than kiss him normally, you lean in close and press your masked lips to his. He makes a surprised noise before he laughs and melts into the "kiss" all the same. When you pull away, he's still laughing. A very welcome change from the bitter smile you're sure he was wearing when talking about his birthday. "Consider that a freebie," you mutter.

"You're too kind," he chuckles.

Soon, your fingers come to the base of his mask to raise it just above his lips when he suddenly stops you. He reaches for your face and you feel something tug at the base of your neck. Somehow, you completely forgot you were wearing that stupid mask. "It's kinda funny," he half-laughs, "having to unmask you for once."

"You... You can't tell anyone about my identity, okay?" You tease.

Spider-Man rolls your mask up just enough to expose your lips and you do the same to him. Neither of you are sure who leaned in first, but you meet in the middle in a kiss that has fireworks bursting behind your lids. The two of you are greedy, pouring a week's worth of longing into the kiss. The mutual yearning is palpable, so much so that you can hear his breath hitch when you sigh. He rises to the couch slowly and without breaking the kiss, doing his best not to part from you for even a second.

You missed him. Oh, how you missed him — you missed how he would wrap a strong arm around your waist and pull you closer like it was nothing; how he would whisper his adoration for you between breaths; how he would chase after your lips whenever you would tease him with barely-there kisses. You missed the exhilaration, the thrill of knowing that you were the only one Spider-Man would ever treat this way. That you were his and he was yours.

He moves from your lips to your jaw, trailing kisses up to your ear and down to your neck. His pace is unhurried, though he seems eager to pull a reaction out of you. You give him what he wants whether you intend to or not. You press yourself closer to him in a silent request for more and he indulges you; his kisses become little nips, and the nips turn to bites as he starts to leave marks on your neck. He eases you back so that you're laying on your couch and he's hovering over you. The two of you stare at each other for a moment.

"Can I use my next wish?" His voice is rough. When you nod, he leans in once more. His uncovered lips brush against your ear as he whispers. "Let me give you a treat."

Something foreign yet familiar makes you shudder as you nod.

Spider-Man attacks your neck once again. Clearly he was holding himself back earlier, because every mark he leaves stings. He makes them dark and obvious, completely disregarding any warnings you may have given him on other days. You normally would tell him to ease up, to hide the marks that he so desperately wanted to leave on you. But now you let him do as he pleases. You gave him an inch and as expected, he took the mile. He soothes each one with a kiss and muffles your whimpers with his lips.

It takes a while before he's satisfied with his handiwork. Kazuha raises himself up with a shaky breath. Your wrists are in his hands and pinned against the couch. Looking down at you now, all flushed absolutely covered in his marks, he feels something uncontrollable stir within him. He has half a mind to tell you to close your eyes so he can take his mask off, but he refrains.

That's all he ever does when it comes to you. You, the greatest test of his endurance that he will ever encounter in his lifetime. No supervillain with any amount of underground connections or otherworldly technology will ever test his patience and restraint quite like you. For years, Kazuha has weighed the pros and cons of telling you who he is. He always wonders if you would still allow this, if you would still treat him like a lover if you knew who he was — if you knew that he's been lying to you. Though your reaction may not be guaranteed, it's a risk he's more than willing to take.

But he doesn't. Not tonight. Maybe another day when the time is right.

For now, Kazuha releases your wrists and sits himself up. He fixes his mask while you take yours off. You sit up and he watches as you ghost your fingers over each of your fresh hickies. You wince a little when you brush the one on the left side of your collarbone, above your heart. The silence that hangs in the air is evident, but not uncomfortable.

Then, you mutter. "I was supposed to give you a treat."

Kazuha reaches out and touches a hickey left on your pulse point. A sensitive spot for you – you shudder in response. He admires the lingering haze in your eyss. "You did. Thank you, lovebug."

✧ my goodness. @perpetualcynicism look at what you've done. you've reawakened a monster in me.

✧ edit: btw, the dividers belong to @cafekitsune!! thanks so much for making such beautiful dividers!

[mlmxreader]

05/04 onwards prompts

side note: this prompt list is only for requests to be sent to @mlmxreader , please do not use for your own writing or your own inspiration, thank you.

rules: you can mix & match as always!! multiple prompts can be sent at a time!! there's 30 in each (90 in total), so there should be plenty!

RULES & GUIDELINES

misc dialogue

“I did it exactly the way you liked it”

“Call it off!”

“Either you get out of my face, or you kiss me”

“Look, I can keep you safe here”

“Didn’t I promise to always be there?”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that it meant nothing”

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Please tell me you found something”

“Just ignore the bloody phone”

“Seemed like your kinda thing”

“Bite your fucking tongue or I will cut it out”

“Are you sure that this is what you want?”

“Sit down. We need to talk about whatever the fuck this is between us”

“Easy, easy! Calm down!”

“Can you, erm, can you stay the night? I don’t… I don’t wanna be alone”

“I trust you - it’s everybody else I don’t trust”

“We can’t unring this bell”

“Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

“So, what’d you wanna do?”

“Stop biting your lip like that”

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” “Maybe”

“I just need to hear you say that this - me - is what you want”

“You said you couldn’t stay.” “It’s different”

“Don’t leave me again”

“Do not fucking scare me like that!”

“C’mon, it ain’t all bad”

“Not even a good luck kiss?”

“We can do this together, if that’s what you want”

“What’s the matter with you? You’re all… distant and shit”

“Sucks, don’t it?”

rules & guidelines

LYRICS

Orville Peck: Dead Of Night, Winds Change, Turn To Hate, Queen Of The Rodeo, Kansas (Remembers Me Now)

Judas Priest: Breaking The Law, Grinder, United, You Don’t Have To Be Old To Be Wise

“You're right by my side”

“You wake me up, you say it's time to ride”

“I don't mean no lies, baby, please don't lose it”

“From the way that we said goodbye, I knew I'd never see you again”

“Don't leave, don't cry”

“You're just another boy caught in the rye”

“Tell me you can't wait”

“Tell me you can stay”

“You rode on in with nowhere else to go”

“You know the tune so the words don't matter”

“Beyond this town lies a life much sadder”

“Babe, I know”

“Come and lay down your shoulder”

“Tomorrow isn't that far”

“Just know you were always my star”

“All inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town”

“Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die”

“I've had every promise broken, there's anger in my heart”

“You don't know what it's like, you don't have a clue”

“That's why I won't get caught”

“I need room to breathe”

“I take my leave”

“They're moving in”

“Hold your ground”

“We can do it”

“So keep it up”

“Don't give in”

“Let's get one thing straight”

“I'll choose my fate”

“And it's got nothing to do with you”

rules & guidelines

FILMS

Horror: JAWS (1975), The Silence of the Lambs (1991), The Thing (1982), The Wolf Man (1941), Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931)

“You yell shark, and we got a panic on our hands on the fourth of July”

“It wasn’t any propeller, it wasn’t any coral reef, and it wasn’t any Jack the Ripper - it was a shark”

“This guy, he keeps swimming around in place until the food goes down”

“Smile, you son of a bitch”

“But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don’t you - why don’t you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you’re afraid to”

“I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I’d rather not spend the rest of this winter tied to this fucking couch!”

“Yeah, fuck you, too!”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding”

“I dunno what the hell’s in there, but it’s weird and pissed off whatever it is”

“You’re gonna have to sleep sometime.” “I’m a real light sleeper”

“Now I’ll show you what I already know”

“The generator’s gone.” “Any way we can fix it?” “It’s gone”

“Poor baby, you’re starting to lose it”

“There’s a storm hitting us in about six hours. We’re going to find out who’s who”

“The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end”

“Frightened, of what?” “Of the night.” “Rubbish. You startled me.”

“A werewolf can only be killed by a silver bullet, or a silver knife...or a stick with a silver handle”

“I tell you, I killed a wolf! A plain, ordinary wolf!”

“It isn't a wolf... it's a werewolf!”

“Were you hurrying back to the castle? Did you have a moment's doubt? Were you hurrying to make sure he's all right?”

“Now you asked me if I believe a man can become a wolf. If you mean "Can it take on the physical traits of an animal?" No, it's fantastic.”

“Just imagine having a stuffed werewolf staring at you from the wall!”

“Is this your walking stick?” “Why, yes. That's the stick I killed the wolf with.”

“Don't try to make me believe that I killed a man when I know that I killed a wolf!”

“There's something very tragic about that man... and I'm sure that nothing but harm will come to you through him.”

“It's not a horse's head. That's a wolf's head. Make a note of that”

“Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself.” “Ah, don't hand me that. You're just wasting your time.” “The wolf bit you, didn't he?” “Yeah. Yeah he did!”

“Perhaps you prefer a gentleman. One of those fine-mannered and honourable gentlemen. Those panting hypocrites”

“Forgotten it? Can a man dying of thirst forget water? And do you know what would happen to that thirst if it were to be denied water?”

“Gentlemen like me have to be very careful of what we do and say”

rules & guidelines

SONG FICS!

[ur-boyfiend]

secret admirer

[???] x gn!reader (implied non-fem reader tho, 'straight' used for reader not being attracted to guys)

this was supposed to be a valentine's fic i'm so sorry lmao,,, also there's no name at the top bc it's supposed to be a surprise (secret admirer, yanno?)

it's been for fucking ever since i was at a school that actually had like,,, class periods so apologies if things don't make much sense hndfjkhskjdfs. this is like. minimally proofread. the proofreading was when i typed it up from what i had in my notebook lol.

wc; 1.4k

opening your locker, you're met by a folded piece of notebook paper fluttering to the ground, landing at your feet. you pick it up just as your best friend makes it to his locker, a few down from yours. immediately he zeroes in on the note in your hand.

"another one?"

rolling your eyes slightly you nod, "good morning to you too, jeongin."

ignoring your tone, he gives a terrifyingly cheery "good morning!" in response

"ugh, it's too early for that kind of energy, go away you freak."

"yeah yeah, what's the note say?"

you shrug, "dunno, i haven't read it yet."

he gasps dramatically, "well read it then!"

before you have a chance to tell him to piss off, the warning bell rings. the entire hall stops, then turns into a frenzy of students trying to get to their first hour before they were counted as late. you share a wide-eyed look with jeongin before you each make a mad dash to your classes.

there's not much happening in your homeroom, so you take the opportunity to read the note. it's different from the others, it says that the author will be sitting at one of the outside tables for lunch if you want to meet them. you're immediately glad you didn't read it while jeongin was around.

you send him a quick text saying that you're gonna be sitting somewhere else at lunch so you could meet the person who's been leaving you notes. he immediately responds with "WHAT", but the bell rings before he can freak out further. luckily you don't have any morning classes with jeongin so he can't bother you in person either.

morning classes somehow take both forever and no time at all, and as soon as the lunch bell rings you're on your way to the cafeteria as quickly as possible without getting yelled at by a hall monitor. one of them, a senior named chan, does give you a warning look as you rush by, but it's clear he's trying not to smile at the same time.

the two of you aren't quite friends, mostly because you're in different years, but you've had electives together before, and get along well. realizing you have a music elective with him for your last hour, you make a mental note to explain things to him.

you make it to the cafeteria without running into jeongin, which, all things considered, was a minor miracle. hurrying across the room, you reach the doors to the small courtyard that the school allowed students to eat lunch in.

the weather isn't great, so it's mostly deserted, but there are still a few students scattered around. your eyes land on the table you'd been directed to in the note, but it's empty. for a moment you wonder if you'd been set up, if this had been some cruel joke, but you take a seat at the table anyway.

while you wait, you grab your notebook and start on music homework that you really should've finished last week. chan had texted you about it a couple times, but eventually gave up and sent a game of cup pong instead.

you're so focused on your work that you don't immediately notice when someone sits down across from you. the thing that gets your attention is their hand waving at the edge of your vision.

looking up, you blink a couple times before smiling at the person now fidgeting nervously, "hi jisung."

he looks startled and you tilt your head, slightly confused.

"you know my name?"

grinning, you nod, "yeah! chan talks about you a lot, i've been bugging him to introduce us sometime."

he groans, "oh god, what'd he say?"

you laugh at his immediate distrust of his best friend, knowing full well you'd be the same with jeongin.

"mostly good things, he complains sometimes but he just sounds like a dad, not like he's actually upset about anything."

jisung puffs his cheeks out slightly before sighing, the sight making you laugh again.

"you look like a chipunk!"

he puffs his cheeks out again and you laugh even harder, jisung laughing as well after a few seconds.

"so," you start once you can breathe again, "you're the one responsible for the notes in my locker?"

he nods, sheepishly scratching at the back of his neck, "yeah, i was worried about how you'd react if i told you since we don't really know each other and i wasn't sure if you were into guys anyway-"

holding up a finger to cut him off, you try not to laugh again.

"i'm friends with jeongin and hyunjin, and i hang out with chan and felix, and you thought i was straight?"

he pauses, "okay maybe i was being overly dramatic but still!"

you roll your eyes slightly, still smiling.

"anyway, chan said you'd been losing your mind about the notes and eventually he and changbin bullied me into telling you."

you're not surprised that chan and changbin had been responsible for convincing jisung, chan had mentioned his anxiety before.

after a slight pause you hold out your hand, "here gimme your phone."

he furrows his brows slightly before handing you the device. you snort and hand it back, "unlocked, romeo."

blushing slightly, he unlocks it and you add your number to his contacts, leaving the name blank, just shrugging when he gives you a confused look.

a moment later you get a text with a screenshot of your contact name, "juliet" glaring at you from the screen. you flip him off and he laughs as you add him to your contacts as "romeo".

he makes a face when you show him, "does this mean we're both gonna die?"

standing up, you lean across the table and smack him lightly on the back of his head, "do not jinx this, do not tempt the fates, do not speak that into existence," you punctuate each statement w,ith another smack.

he laughs, covering his head wiith his arms, "okay, okay! i'll stop!"

you're about to ask if he wants to hang out sometime, but the bell cuts you off, announcing the end of lunch and making both of you jump. rushing to shove your work back into your bag, you end up knocking your notebook off the table, all the notes he'd left you scattering across the ground.

cursing, you hurry to collect them before they could be snatched away by the wind. jisung blinks a couple times before quickly crouching down to help you.

when they're all tucked safely back in the pocket of your notebook, and the notebook itself is stowed in your bag, he looks at you again, "you kept them."

it's more a statement than it is a question, but it still makes you blush. you turn slightly to the side, "'course. why wouldn't i?" it's a mostly rhetorical question you both know the answer to.

the warning bell rings and you both jump again, rushing back into the building and almost sprinting to your classes. you get another warning look from chan, but you can tell it's not that serious this time either.

the next two hours pass in a blur, jeongin almost getting himself sent to the office twice for bothering you instead of paying attention. by seventh hour, you're about ready to duct tape his mouth shut. thankfully it's another class you don't share, and his only way to bug you is by text, which you quickly mute.

collapsing into the seat across from chan, you feel yourself deflate slightly. chan snorts, "rough day?"

groaning, you open your eyes again, "it was great, except for the fact that jeongin."

"oooh, something good happen?"

you give him a look and he breaks down into a fit of giggles, confirming your suspicions that he knew damn well what'd happened at lunch.

"oh can it, i've heard enough of that from jeongin."

chan stops laughing after a couple minutes, switching his attention back to the class. it's a fairly laid-back one, so you usually do more talking than working. you both work on music in your free time anyway.

hyunjin drops into the seat next to you, five minutes late and looking half-dead. you stare at him for a couple seconds, "how's dance team been treating you?"

he groans loudly in response, dropping his head onto the table with an audible thud.

"hey hey be careful, you don't have enough extra braincells to be treating them like that," chan is grinning as he says it, his grin widening when hyunjin flips him off.

the day ends before you really want it to, having been in the middle of a debate about barbie movies with chan and hyunjin. as you're heading out of the building, bickering with jeongin over whose house you're gonna crash, your phone buzzes with a text.

romeo see you tomorrow :)

[justagalwhowrites]

Thoughts, for some reason?

*CW Mental health, suicide (I'm fine!!), general existentialism

I'm not entirely sure WHY I'm writing this but it feels like something I wanted to do so... I'm doing it? I guess? I dunno. This will probably be pretty boring so don't feel like you need to read this at all!

For some reason, I always spend this time of year being oddly introspective. Maybe it's the seasonal depression! Maybe it's the end of the year! Maybe it's the fact that I'm another year older! Who knows. Regardless, I feel like I usually spend this day in particular wishing I weren't here anymore. Just thinking about how incredibly little I've done with my life, how I know I'm just a bit too much of a person to be anything but at least a mild annoyance to everyone around me, how foolish it is to feel like these are major concerns when there are so many people who are actually suffering.

But one thing I learned this year was that I found a lot of identity in who I was to other people and to the world. I lost a huge part of my identity when I changed careers, I had the worst PTSD trigger of my life so far earlier this year that sent me into such a spiral that - for a bit - I wasn't sure I'd still have my identity as a wife, either (turns out, when your fight or flight makes you take off and cut contact with almost everyone for days it scares the shit out of your spouse and that makes it so you have some stuff to work through - who knew?)

Another thing I learned? This whole writing thing makes it better. I've always been a writer but I've never put it out there. I wrote novels that have done nothing but sit in notebooks or Word documents, just so they'd exist somewhere outside my head. In some ways, the fact that those characters didn't exist anywhere else was good motivation to keep living, even when it felt like I didn't want to. I may not have felt like real people would particularly miss me but if I died then the people in my head would die, too, and isn't that sad for them?

And then I started writing fic this spring. Until I shared my first fic on AO3, I could count on one hand who had ever read my fiction writing (besides a short story here and there that got put in a school literary magazine or something.) It was never something I really counted as a serious part of myself, it was just on the same level as other things I do for fun. I never really felt like a writer. Turns out, sharing the writing helps me feel like a writer! I think it would still help if no one read it but you lovely people have made it even better. And it's nice to have an identity that feels like it belongs to just me. No one can take it away from me. I'm in control of it and I think that's been part of what's making stuff feel better than it usually does right now.

Anyway, this isn't to try to just throw my mental health stuff out there - which feels very weird to do even though I don't feel like I've tried to hide it or anything like that? I don't know. I think I'm just doing this to say sharing these stories means a lot to me? That identity means more to me than I really understood before now? That it's been nice to find this part of myself?

Regardless, I'm happy that things are feeling better this year. I'm happy I have stories to tell. And, even if no one ever reads another word I write, I'm happy you're here, too.

Love you!! ❤️

[celluloidbroomcloset]

https://celluloidbroomcloset.tumblr.com/post/735562286934245376/yknow-and-props-to-jenkins-for-seeing-the

Sorry but I have to rant about this a bit. Not about your addition though! It's entirely about the Izzy canyon op's clear intentions with that post. You don't have to post this, I just need to get it out of my system. 😅

I just love how the canyon is trying to turn fans against Jenkins. Sorry canyon op, it was always a romcom and Ed and Stede were always a real love story. Jenkins might've changed his mind on some of the details, but it was always a queer romance. Every other one of the collected articles and quotes they helpfully linked shows that very clearly, so thanks for that canyon op.

Sorry again canyon op, but that one quote doesn't suddenly turn the show into a barely dodged queerbait either. A queer romance possibly not having a storybook happy ending in its original plan does not mean it's "not a real love story" or anything resembling queerbait. (somebody please take that word away from the internet, I am begging!) What it is is a sweet love story in a fun romcom and he even gave it a clear happily ever after ending intentionally in case they aren't renewed.

And yes, the cast's influence on their characters and their stories is awesome and wonderful and at Jenkins' suggestion. They wouldn't have been allowed even a tiny fraction of the freedom Jenkins gave them to shape their characters on most other shows. That actors, directors, writers, and showrunner could all work together so closely and so well to create this incredible show is very telling of the kind of showrunner Jenkins is and it's a rare one.

Jenkins may not be perfect, but that one quote doesn't suddenly make him less of an ally or any less amazing for putting this fun little queer as all hell show into our lives! It doesn't make the show any less joyful! I'd say it makes it more so for having this straight man, as good an ally as he is, see and realize what it would mean to people to have this thing and willfully change his plans to make it even better for us. He didn't have to give Ed and Stede such a wonderful ending this season and yet he did! He did it because he wants them, and us, to be happy.

I'm sorry your blorbo died, canyon op, but Jenkins is not "losing the other half of the fandom" now. The canyon aren't even half of the fandom to begin with! It's a very loud minority that I wish would just leave the rest of us to enjoy the show in peace instead of trying to turn us all against it. 😒

Lol - you know what’s hilarious? I honestly didn’t look at the source of that post. I’d heard some of this stuff before and was like “oh, yeah, it sounds like Jenkins changed focus and it worked really well!” Because…that’s the nature of art, especially a collaborative art like film and TV, and it seems clear that other writers, the performers, etc. all helped to shift focus, and Jenkins himself saw the potential and went with it, even likely listened to the queer people on the show to help guide it. Which is…normal and good?

I dunno what this show might do for season 3, and it’s perfectly possible that they sacrifice good will for some strange narrative about-face, but that will have fuck-all to do with Izzy actually being the main character and everything to with…everything else on the show.

In regard to the whole weird Izzy discourse…I barely poked my head into this fandom during the first season, but obviously have done a lot more than that now. And I was immediately just confused by the cadre who seem to think Izzy was the main character. You mean…the angry homophobic white dude who tried to kill one of our leads multiple times and then sent our other lead into a suicidal spiral by telling him to stop acting so gay? THAT dude? Isn’t he, like, the villain?

I dig what they managed with Izzy and I was so happy to actually care about him instead of just hating him, but his narrative function is to advance the Stede/Ed relationship. He’s less independent, narratively, than most of the Revenge crew. His death was sad and it made sense. * shrugs*

I’m still honestly a bit concerned that ANYONE looked at Izzy in Season 1 and went “that’s my guy!” That’s…disturbing, my dudes.

[dozing-marshmallow]

Hey pooks, how was your day? Hope it was good!! I was wanting to ask if you can do an Ezekiel x jealous Yandere gf? Like she has the personality of Alice Liddel (from Alice Madness returns) please and thank you!!

Drink lots and eat healthy

-Yandere Anon

Hello! <3 my day has been great, thank you so much for asking and for your generous reminder to stay well! I hope you‘re having a marvellous day yourself and you too are taking care of yourself. 

Thank you for the request!💜

EZEKIEL X JEALOUS! YANDERE! GIRLFRIEND! READER HEADCANONS

You had grown up with Ezekiel and done all things you could imagine living in the country with him- rolly polly down the hill, tie a worn out tire to a tree, play hide and seek, raise bunnies together!

With no existing blood ties of your own, it was a delight to be welcomed by the Miller family and share the goods you grew.

Example, Ezekiel’s family was responsible for the eggs, milk and wool, you were responsible for reaping vegetables and fruits.

Such as now, where you had circled around your field margins, with fragile hands clasping onto every matured berry, every ripened crop, every fallen apple, into your weaved basket.

“Yooo (Y/N)!”

It was meant to be midday, yet here Ezekiel was, out of his homeschooling lessons to be out on your field.

Could it have been bunking or a mini holiday? Either way, you don’t complain; a smile instantaneously capers on your lips as you rush out from your hedgerows to greet him,“Ezekiel, hello! Hello hello, my love!” you see he is just as happy as you, which is quite rare!,“Say, what’s gotten you so happy today? Is it because of me? You’re happy because of me, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

“That’s a given yo.” your heart flies like a feather,“Guess this! Zeeke’s got it in the gaaame! I’m gonna be on tv and rock itt!”

Your eyes widened. Ezekiel? On TV?! He’s gonna be famous!?

“Yep!” he nods, picking up one of the apples from your basket,“That new reality show Total Drama something is gonna be my starting point in the world of awesomeness!”

“...A reality show? Total Drama?” your enthusiasm sucked away, killed like the flowers you plucked from the bush.

Ezekiel was planning on going on a reality show for some time and he didn’t tell you? Why didn’t he tell you? Is there something he’s hiding from you? Is there someone he doesn’t want you to know?,“Who else is gonna be there?”

“Dunno.” he shrugs, taking a clean bite of the apple that wore a crown of water droplets,“Twenty one other dudes that’ll I only know when I get there.”

“...Can I come with you?” it was a risky question, but who said the chances were completely zero?

He spits out a seed to the side,“Sorry holmes,” your heart stung,“I don’t think it’s possible. Unless you sent something in, they won’t let you on, know what I’m saying?”

“...Okay.” That’s fine, right? I mean, it is just for a show, right? A show without you. Where he’d be surrounded by different people every single day. Different girls, different guys... Could it be possible for any of them to overthrow your placement in his life in that time? No... Ezekiel wouldn’t get over you that quickly. It’s not possible for him to find someone else he likes he does you, right? So soon? It’ll be fine, won’t it?,“Um... How long will you be gone for?”

“Eh, probably the whole summer.” he said like it was no big deal.

W-Whole summer?!

“You can’t! Not for the whole summer!” Dropping your basket to cage his being in your suffocation, you screech,“You'd no sooner tell me you want to break up! Break me up...  Do you not know how much I need you...? Without you, I have nothing holding me back from ripping my hair out of my scalp to bear the loneliness... Don't go... Don't go..."

Ezekiel was used to these outbursts, so he let you replace your scent with his for a little longer in the windy silence before he assures,"Chiiiiill bird, you know I’m not gonna break up with you. It’s just one summer eh? It’s not forever.” after you let him stand on his own, he begins to bend down by your feet to restore the fruits that had bounced out of the basket back in,“Besides, if we’re gonna move to a better place, I’m gonna need to win the money for you and me. I finally get to be a man providing for the missus!”

“That’s true...” you knew Ezekiel’s parents had tried their best to give him the best traditional homeschool a kid could know, so one day, he could go to the city- The possibilities of work were very scanty here and the transport system wasn’t the best... It takes hours just to get to the nearest supermarket. All the more work on you to grow your own food... Not to mention, everyday with him was already like a summer day,“I don’t care where we live. We could live up on a tree or under a bridge. As long as you’re with me, I’m happy. I’m complete. Who knew every word that comes out of your mouth could be as nourishing as food?”

“You know no other gal could be as cool as you are.” he stands up again,”I’m always gonna have space for ya riiight here.” there he lays his hands on his chest.

His comment had tranced you into giggles, and fingers into fiddling with your apron. An urgent need to get that old junk of channels and screen working again smothers your thoughts,“...Tell me more about this show.” you have to make aware of your rivals.

It’s been a whole year and Ezekiel’s teacup was still full.

In spite of that, you had kept pouring his portion of tea. Your tablecloth was wet, dripping to the floor with the substance that was once so warm.

Don’t panic (Y/N). There’s no way Ezekiel would run away from you. That’s not Ezekiel. You know Ezekiel, you love Ezekiel!

So...why isn’t he here-

You had thought if you kept doing the things you did, he would come back.

Who stole you away from me?

You stand up from your chair. The grandfather’s clock chimed its ancient cry.

Were you at home this entire time? If so, why wouldn’t you tell me? Who has been keeping you busy?

Nobody, it would seem.

His parents were just as troubled as you were.

“You mean... He hasn’t come back at all?” While you didn’t go inside, from the corner of your eye, you had caught something damning on their dinner table.

Are those...missing posters?

They’re missing posters... 

Ezekiel’s face is all over them.

You walk back to your cottage with a heavier mind.

...

Ezekiel didn’t elope.

Something had happened.

Something savage.

Something irreversible.

You clash the walls of your teeth against each other and your neck went dry.

What did you do to my baby?

He had taken away the one thing that made getting out of bed worth it everyday.

The thing that composed a smooth life.

The thing that made blood have a sweeter colour.

Stepping out of the dinghy, you scrape your shovel across the collapsing floorboards of the dock.

I’m here, you smiling bastard. Ready or not, here I come.

[literaryobsession]

regret | katsuki bakugo x reader

summary: you receive a drunk voice message from your ex

warning: cursing and alcohol

"Hey hey you-"

The message began. You knew that familiar deep voice, even though you haven't heard it for what - three years? It was still the same, it still made your heart pound quickly, as though he was leaning close to your ear, his presence making you nervous again.

"Dunno why I called. I erased your number but apparently I still remember the entire damn thing."

You deleted his number too.

After that big fight (which you honestly don't remember what it was about), you and Katsuki Bakugo went your separate ways. He left your shared apartment and moved in with his bestfriend, Eijiro Kirishima. You honestly thought it wasn't going to be permanent but when weeks turned to months, you realized he wasn't coming home.

So you deleted his number.

"Hope this doesn't go to some extra. Hate to be wrong."

But he was right. Katsuki Bakugo remembered your number and he left you a this voice message.

"Glad to see you last night."

So he did saw you.

It was a mini reunion of the class. Mina Ashido spearheaded it all. She made sure her apartment could accommodate everyone and she did. You arrived late, Katsuki was already there. You two made sure to not be stuck in one room where you would have to talk.

He was talking with Sero and Denki while you were surrounded by Ochako, Iida, Todoroki, Tsu, and Izuku.

You made sure you weren't alone that night. Even though you weren't affected by him anymore - right??? - you still didn't want to face him.

What will you even say?

"You look great. You look just like the day we met."

You frowned a bit, what did he mean by that? You two met in school, you were unsure of yourself and had shorter hair. You grew it out and took greater care of yourself now.

Maybe he meant something else that only he knew.

It wasn't very unlikely, he kept a lot of his thoughts and feelings to himself. Even when you were dating.

"I missed you. I really really fucking missed you."

You honestly didn't expect that. You don't know what to expect with him.

Then you heard him drinking - was he seriously calling you while he was finishing off a bottle of alcohol?

Katsuki Bakugo doesn't drink very much. In fact, it was Sero Hanta who taught him how to. Even with friends who enjoyed it, Katsuki never really indulged. The only times he really resorts to alcohol is when he's stressed out and the problem at hand can't be solved by a punching bag from the gym.

"Are you dating anyone right now? Gawd, I just know you are. What kind of idiot lets you go?"

You rolled your eyes at the irony.

Do you really want to hear this, you wondered. It took you years to get over him. You wanted to just delete the entire message and just go on with your life. Your happy happy-

"I'm the idiot. I fucking let you go."

You could almost hear the pain in his voice. It was either that or you were simply making it up just to provide comfort in your heart that Katsuki regrets letting you go.

"Can we try again? Y/N, risk it again with me."

The years worth of moving on suddenly became useless. When you heard that, you felt a surge of emotion, like how you felt when you realized nothing was going to go back to normal. Katsuki left you. He, who promised never to leave, packed up and moved in with his best friend.

You never heard from him, never even received replies from the messages you sent asking him to talk.

You remembered the days you spent in the dark coves of your empty apartment, only for Mina and the girls to pull you out and help you get better.

You remembered the pain, the tears, and the dark days.

"I lo-"

And then the line went dead.

It shook you to the core. You wanted to make sure you were hearing it correctly, that he wanted you back, that he lo-

“I was just drunk. Don’t take it too seriously, geez.”

[kchasm]

Ryu Number Chart Update: Darksiders

Here's a potential puzzler for you. Is Death death? (Stick with me for a moment here, okay?)

For some context, in the Darksiders franchise, Death—one of the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse—is a major character. Most media where the Horsemen are a Thing tend to have Death (the horsemen) be the same character as the general personification of death, just specifically doing the Horseman thing at the moment. Good Omens goes with this interpretation, if I remember Good Omens right, which I very much might not. It's been a while.

In Darksiders, however, the Four Horsemen are, uh, cosmologically complicated. Specifically, they're Nephilim—fusions of demons and angels yes I know that's not what nephilim are supposed to be I didn't make this game—who rebelled against the Charred Council (a mysterious body who nebulously keep the balance somehow; it's really not clear) and were in turn eradicated by the only four nephilim who sided with the Council. These four became the Horsemen, and were subsequently sent out as the Council's underlings whenever a Real Big Issue required that sort of response. In the four games in the Darksiders series, there's approximately one line that could maybe with some creativity and also if you looked at it sideways be interpreted as the Horseman Death being also Death in general, but... Nah, I dunno, man.

Anyway, that's why "Death/Grim Reaper" and "Death (Horseman)" now have their own respective points in The Chart. Don't at me.

Not being able to use the Grim Reaper skin from Minecraft to hop between Ryu and whichever Darksiders character you want is a bummer, admittedly.

Luckily, Lilith is a Marvel character.

(That's her in the background. That's her at the bar. Side. Losing her religion.)

Funny thing—Usiel (often seen spelled "Uziel" or "Uzziel") is usually depicted as either a fallen angel, or a demon. There are a few sources that put him on the side of being a good'un, though, so this portrayal is cromulent enough. I mean, as cromulent as anything from Darksiders can be in relation to varying and contradictory Judeo-Christian tradition.

(Per game lore, a bunch of pseudo-Celtic-Norsey Old Ones are hanging out in a side dimension or something. I dunno, man. Darksiders II was weird.)

Lilith appears in Darksiders II and Darksiders III, which is nice if you're trying to reach a character from Darksiders II and Darksiders III, but less so if you're working with the original Darksiders or Darksiders Genesis.

That's alright, though. Turns out the Four Horsemen are up and summonable in Scribblenauts Unlimited:

... Y'know, I really do think there ought to be a quicker path to Azrael that exists somewhere in the Wide Wide World Of Video Games, but if there is, it's not on The Chart at the moment, so it doesn't exist. Don't at me.

Or actually, do at me. Then I can put that game on The Chart, too, if it doesn't give my arbitrary taxonomy a tummyache.

Incidentally, because I read up on angels a whole lot going through these games and if I can't Show My Work on my own blog where else am I gonna do it: Here's a Thing.

"Now, hold on a tick," I hear you say. "What are Moloch, Astarte, and Dagon doing in this game as Lucifer's mooks? Astarte wasn't a demon; she was a goddess in Ancient Near East religion, sometimes considered the equivalent of Ishtar! And Dagon wasn't a demon; he was an ancient Syrian god of prosperity! And Moloch... well, actually, nowadays people don't think Moloch was even a Thing, but he was traditionally interpreted to be a Canaanite god associated with child sacrifice! Excuse the pun, but what the Hell's going on?"

You might assume that some Final-Fantasy-style hinkiness is afoot—that the creators of Darksiders Genesis named their characters after mythological figures that are thematically similar but ultimately unrelated (go on, try to convince me that any incarnation of Final Fantasy's Leviathan is the same one from the Book of Job) (Please do not actually do this)—but it turns out we can heap the blame on one dude in particular: John Milton.

That's right, it's all Paradise Lost's fault. Turns out that according to Miltonic lore, Moloch, Astarte, and Dagon were originally angels, but then joined with Satan in his rebellion, fell, and subsequently played as gods to deceive mankind. Now, is it a little iffy that Milton took a bunch of non-Christian deities and went "yeah, these were demons all along"?

Most def. He was following in well-established Christian tradition, though. Ba'al-Zebub was a deity of the Philistines, while Belphegor comes from the deity worshipped by Moabites at the mountain peak of Peor, biblically referred to as "Ba'al-pe'or." Astaroth is another one that comes from Astarte. And of course, the less said about Baphomet, the better.

All of this is a long-winded way of saying that no, I'm not counting this Dagon as the Syrian one. Or the Lovecraftian one, for that matter.

Don't at me.

[rancidpancakebatter]

tasm!peter parker

like honestly i’m not sure how to exactly set this up, but like a mini series of like a friends to lovers but the reader already has been in a relationship for like three years or something and she finally realizes that her partner isn’t really fulfilling the role of her partner in the relationship and seeks out help from peter and gwen ? idk i just thought this quote from my favorite movie would fit that, like she should try to make her relationship work or just end it ? idk you know i love you so we’ll see what happens next, i’ll love any direction you’d want to approach it with ! 😊💗🫶🏼🫶🏼

🎥: before we go

brooke dalton:
it’s possible, isn't it? it’s possible that you could meet somebody who's perfect for you even though you're committed to somebody else.

nick vaughan:
no, no, see, i think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.

Another Way to Fly-[P.P.] | Chapter One

Pairing: TASM!college!Peter Parker x female!college!reader

 Summary: You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough.

AU Where Norman isn’t as sick- he’s just an asshole- and Gwen doesn’t go to Oxford. Harry is functioning as an apprentice at Oscorp (He graduated with a master's in two years because of his studying abroad). You, Peter, and Gwen are all seniors at ESU. Because Norman isn’t dying the whole “Goblin” thing is scratched from the record so Peter and Harry are besties.

Word Count: 3.8k

Content Warnings: Swearing, Drinking (Of age), Skeezy men, Blatant objectification of reader, Norman Osborne (I dunno if that's really a warning but like he's gross and a terrible father so I'm listing it)

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A/N: So sorry this took so long @scorpiolystoned! I got caught up in a lot of stuff and it took a second but the first chapter is FINALLY HERE! I'm having fun with this one :))

You were at yet another fundraiser in yet another gown that cost more than your monthly rent, talking to yet another stuffy old man who felt the need to make his opinion known. You smiled politely as he continued to tell you how your generation's greatest issue was a lack of work ethic, which was rich coming from a man who inherited his ten-million-dollar mansion upstate. You were on your third glass of champagne and considering getting a brandy instead. Anything that might make this conversation less painful. 

Normally you would have no issue telling him off- rattling off about the lies sold to the working class by the privileged elite- but alas, you were here with your boyfriend, and you couldn’t taint his reputation. Harry would be inheriting Oscorp one day and would need these men to like him to keep it running. So you bit your tongue and plastered on a fake smile. 

You said nothing about how insane they all sounded. You said nothing about the racist comments they made about their housekeepers. You said nothing about the skeezy comments they would make about you. You said nothing, because here: women are trophies, not people. 

You hated going to these events but you loved Harry. You knew he didn’t like them much either, constantly having to defend his capability and intelligence to men who claim he’s just an idiot boy with a well-respected father.

He asked you to come to keep him sane. However, he was nowhere to be seen. There was no one to save you from this creepy man asking if college was really the right move because it would be better to settle down, “it would be a shame to waste all that beauty.” 

You politely excused yourself and made your way to the bar. One benefit of snobby, elitist parties: open bars. You ordered something top-shelf and strong while you fished your phone from your clutch. You sent out a text to Harry letting him know where you were and asking him to come back to your side. You sat there for an hour, nursing your second drink, until he came back. 

“Hey babe, sorry about that. My dad reintroduced me to some shareholders and I couldn’t get away.” He gave you a peck on the lips and he sat down next to you. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and his arm draped over the back of your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re more than ready to leave.” You told him you were and he nodded. 

As he looked at his watch he sucked his teeth. “If we leave now it’ll be too soon. Can you hang in another hour?” 

You pouted at him and he leaned into you, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You shivered as he kissed just below your ear. He placed his hands in yours as his kisses started trailing lower. 

“Okay, okay. You win.” A smile stretched across his face and you swatched his chest. “But you better not abandon me again. I mean it, Osborn.”

He playfully winces as he stands from his chair, “Ooh, last name. She’s serious.”

He gave you another peck on the lips, “I promise.” 

And with that, you let him lead you back into the horde. 

You made small talk and you played the role of a doting, hype man. To be fair, you didn’t really have to fake that. You loved Harry. It wasn’t hard to gush about his accomplishments, you were immensely proud of him. However you had to format your adoration differently for this crowd, and you hated that. 

An hour turned into two, which turned into three. Eventually, you pulled him aside and told him you were ready to go. You felt gross and emotionally exhausted. Harry said he still couldn’t leave but looking at your face he knew you were done.

He called you a cab and told you he would see you later. You hated leaving without him but understood. After a shower, you got ready for bed. You tried to stay up for him but the drinks you had made your eyes heavy and soon you were drifting off to sleep. 

You woke up the next morning in an empty bed. You checked your phone to see Harry had texted you. 

“I went home with my father last night. Have a good day of classes.” You pushed away the sadness you felt and sent him a text saying you would, asking if you would see him today. 

You got up and ready and made your way to a cafe just off campus. Every Monday, you went to Cafè Luna and met up with your friends before class. It was a lovely tradition that began about a year ago when you all discussed how abhorrent you found Mondays. This was a good way to make sure everyone started off on a good note. 

You pulled at the glass door and were greeted by the smell of cocoa, butter, sugar, bread, and coffee. A mix that always made you happy. You got in line, pondering what kind of breakfast you wanted today. You could go for the classic breakfast sandwich, or possibly a sweet treat would brighten your mood more. You decided on both, knowing Gwen would split whatever confectionary you got. 

As you got to the counter, you gave the cashier your order and handed her Harry’s card. You grabbed a table while you waited for your order to be called out. Just then, two of your three favourite people walked in. You smiled as Gwen waved, rushing towards you to wrap you in a hug. She kissed you on the cheek before separating. Peter beamed at you as well and enveloped you in a firm hug.

You would never tell anyone, but he was the best hugger in the group by far. He always hugged with just enough strength to make you feel warm and safe but not enough to hurt or feel trapped. 

Once in your unofficial seating chart, Peter looks around the shop. “Where’s Harry?” 

You force a smile, trying not to let your own disappointment show. “He’s at his dad’s. I’m not sure he’s gonna make it today.”

Peter huffed, letting his lips flap together at the end. “Bummer, I was hoping to see ole Harr-Harr.”

You nodded in understanding, wishing for the same. You couldn’t get too lost in your thoughts as you heard your name called from across the cafe. 

You stood from your chair, “Sorry guys, I already ordered. I was pretty hungry.”

They both reassured you that it was fine. Peter stood from the table as well. “I’ll go get in line.” 

He kissed Gwen on the forehead before walking across the store with you. You grabbed your food and headed back to the table. You placed your cinnamon roll between you and Gwen and passed her a fork.

She feigned innocence, claiming she couldn’t possibly take your food, but eventually gave in when you pointed out how big it was. This was a local shop, and they made all their baked goods in huge sizes. The cinnamon roll between you was almost as big as your hand. 

Peter soon returned with his and Gwen’s orders. Gwen thanked him with a kiss on the cheek as Peter casually draped his arm around her. You smiled at the couple and the domesticity they displayed. It was sweet. 

“So,” Gwen asked pulling you from your thoughts, “How was your weekend?” 

You told her about how you spent most of it preparing for Oscorp's last fundraiser. Norman did a fundraiser once a month, cycling through different organizations and causes.

Last night was for Cerebral Palsy. There was a giant check for a cool million dollars on display in the Osborn name. You hated that charity was thrown around in this way, as a power grab, but you guess there are worst things they could do with their money. 

Because of Harry’s absence this morning your friends could sympathise with you openly. 

“Yikes, I don’t miss those.”

“How many guys commented on your dress?”

You chuckled, “Yeah Pete, you’re real lucky and only two men commented on my dress. However, three commented on my hips, and six on how beautiful I was.”

Gwen grimaced while Peter looked between the two of you, confused. “I don’t understand. Being called beautiful is bad?” He looked directly at Gwen, “Should I not call you that anymore?”

She chuckles and places a hand over his heart. You watch Peter physically calm at the act. “No, but there’s a certain way in which some men say that doesn’t really mean ‘you’re beautiful.’”

“It means, ‘I see you as a sex object and I am imagining having sex with you right now as we are talking.’” You helpfully supplied. 

Gwen raised a finger and pointed it at you with a look of “she’s right.” Peter scrunched up his face in disgust. 

“Ew, men are pigs.” You both hummed in agreeance as you tore into your breakfast sandwich. 

They told you of their weekend: Dinner at Mays and a nice night in. You tried not to be jealous. You wished that you could do that sort of stuff with Harry. He always wanted to go out, spend money, be seen. You wished that your attention was enough. 

You almost got lost in your conversation about work when you caught a glimpse of your phone on the table. You usually kept it in your purse, but you were hoping to get a message from Harry. 

“Oh shit! Sorry, I gotta run or I’ll be late for class.” You gathered your stuff and hugged your friends goodbye. 

This was a nice tradition, you thought. Your Monday definitely felt a lot better. 

You walked out of your last class and sent another text to Harry. He still hadn’t replied to your earlier one from this morning. 

“Hey! Missed you at Luna’s today. I’m on my way home.”

You didn’t officially live with Harry, but you might as well. For the past four months, you spent almost every night there. He had made space for you and your things. You had your products in the bathroom and your snacks in the cupboard. Really you only went home for more clothes or if he was busy with work. You knew he appreciated his space when he was working. 

As you sat on the subway, you tapped your foot to the beat of the music pumping in your headphones while considering what you would make for dinner tonight, what Harry would want to eat. You scrolled through Pinterest to form ideas. 

When you got to the lobby, the doorman greeted you as always. You had given Harry a key to your place ages ago, and in return, he added you to his “list”.

Harr lived in a very expensive Manhatten penthouse, and with its security and staff, you couldn’t enter without him. He didn’t really use a key because he had a private elevator. So instead, he registered you with the building so you could come and go as you please. 

When you exited the elevator you called out for him, but it seemed he wasn’t home. You dropped off your stuff and took shower. You loved his shower. The water pressure was amazing and the water never got cold.

As you stepped out you wrapped yourself in his robe and reapplied your makeup in the mirror. Your hair was still wrapped in product, being shaped just right, when you started getting dressed.

Harry still hadn’t texted you back but that wasn’t unheard of. He often got caught up in his work. You knew it could be stressful for him though and you wanted him to come back home to no worries. You put on his favourite lingerie set and one of his dress shirts. You twirled and posed in the mirror, feeling quite good about yourself. 

He would be home in about three hours which gave you time to make something for dessert too. You rummage around the fridge and decide on homemade gnocchi, served with a white cheese sauce, asparagus, and buttered scallops. For dessert, you think, a simple fruit tart.

You get to work juggling various doughs and many burners. When you had a minute, you set the table and picked out a red wine that you thought would pair well with the dish. You wanted to arrange flowers for the table, but unfortunately, you didn’t have any, and you didn’t want to risk losing time getting dressed and running down the block. 

The penthouse smelled fantastic, and you were proud of your work. You had been dancing around a playlist comprised of “American Standards”. Your hips swayed to the likes of Etta James, Nat King Cole, Bobby Darin, and Doris Day as you made sure everything looked perfect. You missed Harry today and hoped this would put him in a good mood. 

You heard your name being called into the space and your feet carried you to the source. Your smile was grand as you jumped onto your toes to throw your arms around his neck. You buried your face into him, conscious of your makeup. 

“Hey, Harr-Bear! I missed you!” His arms slowly wrapped around you, but the hold felt foreign. 

“Uh, yeah, me too.” He stepped away from you, and his brow furrowed as he looked you over.

“What are you wearing?” Your fingers fiddled with the hem of the shirt, suddenly feeling small. 

“I…I know you like it when I wear your clothes, and I- I just thought that maybe you had a hard day, so I wanted to- to surprise you.” Harry looked more than stressed, he looked scared. 

He opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. His hand came up to his hair as he looked around. 

“(Y/n), I need you to-”

The elevator door opened, and it was too late. The warning he tried to give you was futile as you saw an all too familiar face walk into the room. 

Oh shit.

His dad. 

He wore a smile you hesitate to call forced. To force a smile, you must put effort into it, but in Norman’s endless quest to evade age- death, really- he had gotten a lot of work done. This resulted in a permanent crooked smile, and brows that looked just a little too high. You had no issue with people getting cosmetic surgery; whatever makes you feel more comfortable, ya know?

But you did have a problem with Norman Osborn. And you had a huge issue with him seeing you in your current state. Panic. Full blown panic. All you can think is “hide!” So you do.

“The scallops!” You ran back to the kitchen as the smell of them roasting wafted through the air. 

As you hastily flip them, you look down at your “outfit”. The shirt you picked was thin, almost sheer, making the black set you wore underneath entirely obvious. You might as well be running around naked.

The only way to get to Harry’s room is to cross the living room and run up the stairs, but that means you would have to pass Norman, who is no doubt, doing his surveillance of Harry’s space- being sure to throw in as many passive aggressive comments about his son’s life and design choices. 

“Smells delicious in here. Did you cook, Harold?” You hate when he calls him that, and so does Harry. It’s just another reminder that he will never be his own achievements, only his name. 

You look across the stove. There isn’t enough there for three. You wished Harry had mentioned bringing his father back with him. You would have prepared better.

You considered, for a moment, ducking into the pantry and just waiting for him to leave. He would never need to know you were here. But he probably heard your exclamation and saw you run. Hiding wasn’t much of an option. 

“Oh, well hello (L/n).” You felt your blood run cold. 

Slowly you turned to see Norman just in the threshold of the kitchen. His forced smile is now a smirk that makes you nauseous as his eyes trail over your body. 

“Dr Osborn.” You try to sound respectful, but it comes out curter than you intended. 

Harry is standing behind him, always in his shadow. His eyes were wide, full of shock and horror. 

“Is that what you’re planning to wear for dinner?” He still had yet to make eye contact, and it took all of your strength not to curl up in a ball and hide from his gaze. 

“I-No, I uh. I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting you. I was just about to change, but I didn’t want anything to burn.” You try to smile as you start pulling things off the burners. 

“Harrold, man the stove so your girlfriend can change into something that doesn’t look like it was made for a costume in an adult film.”

Only then does Harry jump into action to save you. He awkwardly enters behind his father, who doesn’t move to let him by, and grabs the tongs from your hand.

Your feet carry you quickly across the polished hardwood, and once on the stairs, you can feel Norman’s eyes on you. You pull the shirt down, a feeble attempt to cover your ass, but it doesn’t do much. When you finally close the door behind you, you feel like crying. This was so humiliating. 

You hate Norman. He’s so gross and has no problem ogling you (in anything you wear) while talking down to you. He was never much of a fan of yours.

You didn’t come from money, going up poor in Brooklyn. You weren’t a super genius. You weren’t even interested in science. When you first met Harry, you didn’t even know who he was, but obviously, you only liked him for his money. Norman had more than once commented on the idea of a prenup. 

The first time Harry introduced you to his father, it felt more like an interrogation. He grilled you on your studies and your prospects, and your past. Any answer you gave left him with his scowl well in place. Harry didn’t offer much comfort, but you quickly realised that Norman also made Harry upset, just in a very different way.

He held a lot of contempt for his father. He told you about how he shipped him off for school and never reached out. He didn’t like him, that was for sure, but he ran the chequebook. He ran the business Harry thought was his birthright, but Norman is a calloused narcissist, and Harry knows if he pisses him off too much, he’ll give the company to someone else, just out of spite. 

You put on an agreeable dress Harry had bought for occasions such as these. Dating Harry came with its own culture, in a way. Most of it revolves around a walk-in closet. This was a casual dinner, but in respect for the calibre of the guest you have to dress up a bit. But not too much. Additionally, it's an evening affair, so a certain colour pallet is in order.

This was a black sundress from some Italian import you couldn’t pronounce. Dainty straps rested on your shoulders, and the hem fell just above your knees. It had a modest V cut, and Harry had instructed you to always wear it with jewellery lest you look bare. You selected a thin gold chain with a small heart pendant, a gift for your first anniversary, and subtle hoops to match. You threw half of your hair up in a clip, and slipped on some black heels to go with it, the stark red on the tread peeking out with every step you took. 

As you made your way back downstairs, they were deep in conversation. You nervously joined Harry’s side, and he wrapped an arm around your waist. Norman commented on how you “clean up nice,” and you had to swallow the bile creeping up your throat to thank him. 

Norman made a comment in regards to what a terrible host you were, “I’ve been here nearly thirty minutes, and no one’s offered me a drink.”

While he said “no one”, which could be either you or Harry, you knew he meant you. You hadn’t served him yet. Harry tenses at the comment, and you quickly try to correct the mistake. You step away to the bar cart to fix Norman a whiskey with one large ice cube and make the same for Harr. Only Harry thanks you as you bring them back.

You all move to the seating area as they continue to talk business. You learned very quickly that you were not allowed to chime in on these discussions. You nodded attentively and sat by Harry. After a bit, you suggested they sit at the table for dinner.

You nervously plate the gnocchi and scallops, deciding you will take significantly less than Norman and Harry. You can’t always make something later. You just have to survive this. 

You set the plates in front of them and grabbed the wine, knowing you were served last. As you poured Norman’s glass, he cleared his throat. You looked up, and he pointed at his plate with an unmistakably fake smile. 

“Is this pasta?” You slowly nodded your head.

“I have celiac. This will wreak havoc on my body.” Harry immediately started apologising, throwing you under the bus, as Norman “kindly” explained that he couldn’t have gluten. 

You gripped the wine bottle dangerously in your hands. “I can have a steak ready for you in ten minutes.”

That seemed to placate the man as you filled Harry’s glass and took his plate back to the kitchen. You turned on the oven and put in your serving of asparagus before pulling a steak out of the fridge.

You practised the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you while the steak seared. Honestly, it could be worse. At least being in the kitchen gave you time away. 

You nuked the plate you had taken from Norman and plated the steak, throwing on the asparagus and putting the sauce in a little bowl on the side.

You replaced Harry’s plate with the warm one and presented Norman with his. Then pour yourself a hearty glass of wine, ignoring Norman’s stare, before sitting down with your cold plate of gnocchi. 

They talked about their days, occasionally asking for comments from you. You tried your best to answer and pay attention, but all you could think about was how your homemade pasta was cold. About how this was supposed to be a pleasant night with Harry, and now, you were dealing with this.

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[david-talks-sw]

Do you think the Star Wars universe could handle a story with gray morality, where good and evil aren't easily defined?

If the story doesn't have Force users?

Easily.

Solo, Book of Boba Fett, Rogue One, these are all stories where I think there was an opportunity to really make the characters morally "gray".

If you want my opinion, in Solo & Fett, they barely scratched the surface. In Rogue One, they explored it with Cassian Andor, but also offset it by changing Jyn Erso from this kick-ass rebel into this starry-eyed girl who says "hope" every other scene.

But in each of the above-mentioned movies, there's a danger about it not feeling like Star Wars anymore.

Solo is "Star Wars meets the heist subgenre",

Fett might've been "Star Wars meets the crime show subgenre",

Rogue One is "Star Wars meets the war movie subgenre".

So it's Star Wars... with something else that - some would argue - dilutes it. At it's core, Star Wars is fundamentally about Good vs Evil. As a result, these various genres are never explored quite to my personal satisfaction.

I'm part of the crowd that thinks the Star Wars movie franchise should expand it's genres exponentially.

I wanna see a romcom that starts in the Jedi Temple and ends with a passionate speech in Cloud City,

I wanna see a buddy-cop movie between Quinlan Vos and Vilmar Grarhk/Mace and Anakin/Yoda and Maz Kanata,

I wanna see a horror film where the monster is a Sith Lord,

I wanna see a zombie movie with Doctor Evazan as the mastermind villain,

a detective noir film set between Ep. 1 and Ep. 2 featuring Rael Averross investigating the disappearance of some Kaleesh warlord and eventually finding out about Dooku's turn to the Dark Side

and a slice-of-life comedy about the entire disaster lineage. Seriously I just need this whole thread to be canon.

But I'm not holding my breath because I know that there'd be a big chunk of people who'd go "this doesn't feel like Star Wars" and "you're hurting the brand".

It's why George Lucas & Seth Green's Star Wars Detours was cancelled.

It's why Lord and Miller left Solo.

The brand can't change too much, apparently. As cheesy as it is, it has to be about Good vs Evil, it has to be about hope, etc.

So it gets relegated to other mediums. Qira and the Crimson Reign comic come to mind. She’s awesome, the whole Crimson Reign series is amazing... but I don’t think we’re gonna see anything like that in a movie.

If the story does have Force users?

On the one hand...

I think we already got it, and it's the majority of the Star Wars fandom who just couldn't handle it.

The Jedi in the Clone War are caught between a rock and a hard place. There's no morally right choices, there's only "less morally wrong" choices. They've been drafted into a war where they have to choose between the minor of two evils every day.

They're usually the guys who'll be the closest thing to perfection, but now they're gradually being sullied by the Republic's exploitation of their own compassion and sense of duty. Every morally right choice they make also comes with a morally wrong consequence stuck to it. The more they fight, the more these servants of the Light Side make the Dark Side stronger... but if they don't fight, the Dark Side gets stronger even more rapidly. And they can't help it because, again, they're being forced to do this. So all they can do is keep moving forward and hope for the best.

They're not the villains, but they're sure as hell not perfect. There's a nuance there.

But a very, very large part of the audience reacted to this as "the Jedi were evil hypocrites who sent child soldiers/slaves to their deaths and had Order 66 coming!"

On the other hand...

If you mean a story with "gray" morality in which the Force-sensitive characters themselves are "gray"... I dunno.

The way the Force works is that if you are "gray", you won't stay that way for long. At some point you either choose the Light or (much likelier) fall to the Dark Side.

In Legends, we've had Quinlan Vos and Cade Skywalker's stories echoing this.

These are both stories with morally "grey" protagonists who vacillate between the Light Side and the Dark Side, who use the Dark Side as a tool and think they can get away with it only to get dragged deeper down by it... but both stories end with the protagonist choosing the Light Side.

So those might be what you're looking for?

But the morality in those stories isn't gray, there's a very clear definition of what's good and what's evil... it's just the protagonist who is gray and their journey is about finally choosing and fully embracing the side of good.

Still, both Quin and Cade's stories are goddamn masterpieces.

For more info on "Gray Jedi", I talk more about it here.

In Canon, we have Bendu whose morals are very evidently “gray”... but he’s so neutral and passive that I don’t think you can center a story around him.

But yeah, beyond that... I don't know.

I don't think so, I'll tell you that. When a Force user is involved, I think that that's when Star Wars should be about good vs evil.

[vixthefantheorist]

Who sent these messages?

So I was just looking back on the stream... well the latter half of it. Since I'm talking about the section of time (ha) of where this appears:

Mostly due to the importance of why it's there. This was Sean's failsafe loop to play in case the stream went tits up for some reason or another. But not only was it a failsafe for that situation but it served for another purpose that didn't get to be played out as planned since Sean decided to play then entire thing in one day.

As we all know, the IRIS Project was originally going to play out over the course of about a week, 5 days, if I recall correctly. Each day the stream would appear at some time, have us all play a mini-game to earn a Chase clip. (No joke the minigames were fun. Challenging since we're talking about thousands of people entering commands all at once but still fun IMO) But then IRIS's systems will be alerted to our meddling and kicks us back out as IRIS does a maintenance on their servers in attempt to keep us out. And we're 'locked out' for the day and have to wait the next day to try hacking again. Thus the above image appears. BUT there is something else within that little Server Maintenance Required loop that I just noticed a couple of days ago, that I did share on the official JSE discord. I'm sure others caught onto it waaaay before I have but I haven't seen it be discussed so I'll share it.

In that loop, four words appear.

I can imagine that these words only are suppose to show up during the four days we get locked out of the camera systems before the final day in which Anti breaks into the facility in order to apprehend Chase for himself.

So my question is...

Who the hell sent those?

Like someone on the inside of IRIS, giving us a warning before locking us out for the day then reopen it for us to pop back in to hack? Like, I dunno? Arin? Henrik?

Or could it be out mystery team that had broken into the facility ahead of Anti? Perhaps Echo?

Not sure... but notice how the words get a bit more frantic as it goes. 'Patience' is very clear and easy to read and smaller. But the words 'Wait', 'Don't Look' and 'Hide' get more fuzzy, somewhat harder to read and larger, as if someone is panicking and yelling at us to stop what we're doing.

Granted, we don't listen, too curious and stubborn to see what happens to Chase next. And determined to free him somehow. (Honestly, not sure how big of a part we play in the story, if at all, in the way it affects the story. Or we're in another POV of another character trying to help Chase and the others are yelling at them to stop because they just allowed Anti pass through the defenses? Or it's just meta fun for lulz?) I'm not sure myself, but either case, someone on the other side of the line was panicking for good reason. Anti did tear through the IRIS facility with terrifying speed. (Which brings me to go off topic for a moment. I think the reason why there's no huge pool of blood for Anti to step in and leave footprints as he approaches Chase in that hallway; is because I believe Anti was alternating between walking and floating through the facility and killing people. And the last room he killed in, probably had a pool of blood to step in and he just decided to float in Chase's direction to intimidate and showcase his power to him; before setting himself down to walk closer to him in the end.

-snerk- Now imagine finding several spots of the facility with bloody footprints. Kinda funny, but also clever if he wants to confuse anyone from IRIS following him or investigating what happened of where he was going in the building. If he cared about hiding that at all.)

Anyway, back on topic, the question still stands. Who left those messages in the server maintenance clip? I'm curious to hear your thoughts! Who do you think did that? And were those messages meant for us, the viewers? The 'character' (if there is one)? Or... perhaps meant for Chase?

Perhaps the messages were for Chase...

After all, Anti is the one seeking him out... Chase the one losing his patience... and the one who shouldn't look and must hide from Anti...

EDIT:

I also figured something about the words too. 'Patience' is the only word written in black, while the other words are in white or a mix of both but static. Maybe 'Patience' is more of something of Anti being the one to say it to us viewers to be patient for his arrival or someone telling Anti to be patient so that things will be easier for him.

Either way, its fun! :D

[toujokaname]

Pump it up! / Episode 1

Author: Chitose Umeda

Characters: Nazuna, Kuro, Tomoya

"(Tomo-chin, your eyes are shining. As everyone's "Nii-chan", I can't let them down.)"

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Season: Autumn Location: Rhythm Link Office

Nazuna: —A mini live by an ES idol as a solo performer, a "Feature Live", huh...

Can you hold on a second~? Lemme take a look at the documents you sent to "HoldHands."

A "Feature Live" is a mini-live in which idols perform solo, not as a unit.

For this live, a new outfit is made exclusively for the idol... Is that right?

Yeah, I think I'm getting the idea. So you came to ask me to participate in this live, Anzu.

My answer? Of course I wanna be in it. I'm sure the project you're working on's a good one.

...Ahaha, sorry, sorry. In cases like this, I need to clearly say, 'I will participate,' right?

Well... I dunno if I should be worried about this now, but I had a hiatus, right?

Since returning to the stage, I've performed with Ra*bits a few times already.

I feel that I'm being largely influenced by the energy of my juniors, who are growing remarkably.

I couldn't let Tomo-chin, Mitsuru-chin, and Hajime-chin see my shameful side, so I gave it my all...

Somehow, they've managed to rise to the level of professional idols.

But this is a solo live, right?

Even if it's a "mini" live, it's still a stage where I have to stand alone from start to end.

I have to give them an engaging performance with just myself, or I have to improve my physical strength. I keep thinking about such things.

Kuro: —If you wanna improve your physical strength, d'you want me to help you train?

Nazuna: Kuro-chin!

Kuro: My bad, I just overheard you.

I like your songs, so I might go see it too. Nito's "Feature Live"...♪

Nazuna: Jeez... Kuro-chin, did you come to put pressure on me~?

Kuro: Haha, nah, I didn't have that in mind. I really do wanna watch it.

And if you wanna build up your physical strength, it's true that I'd be willing to help. If you'd like, why don't you come to my Circle?

Nazuna: Kuro-chin's Circle... Training would mean "SHIN", not "Overnight Outdoors Party".

But, isn't it a bit hard to train alongside a bunch of martial artists~?

Kuro: We're not always fightin', y'know. We're also trying to get in shape.

Sure, we do have our fair share of competitions and matches, but... No, didn't we mostly end up with practice matches the other day as well...?

Nazuna: See~... I'd like some advice on how to get in shape, but I don't wanna have muscles like everyone else in "SHIN"—

Hmm? That look on your face, Anzu. Got something on your mind?

It might be a good idea to snap a picture of me during training for the live preparations...?

Kuro: Picture?

Nazuna: Yeah. They're making a pamphlet for the "Feature Live". You meant a picture for that, right, Anzu?

Kuro: Oh, a pamphlet, huh. Usually, live merchandise features you in some flashy outfit.

Seeing the preparation and efforts such as training and lessons leading up to the live would be pretty refreshing and new.

Nazuna: While it might be refreshing... I wanna show only the perfected version of myself as an idol on stage~...

Executing the performance perfectly, singing with ease, and dancing comfortably. I want to be seen as a sparkling figure. 

...Hm~m, it's not like I hate it or anything, but being seen by my fans while I'm trying so hard,  it's still a bit embarrassing, you know?

Plus, if it's a scene of me doing muscle training or something, I feel like my body wouldn't look right in those pictures...!

Kuro: Strength training might seem plain, but for example, even the image of throwing a punch or a kick could make for a nice pic, don't you think?

Lately, kickboxing's gaining popularity as a full-body workout. There're multiple ways to train the body.

Nazuna: Boxing... If it's a photo with a lot of body movement and an action-packed vibe, I might not mind either...?

Kuro: Kickboxing's just one example. If you were to go all out and put on a flashy performance, I think the gap with your usual self would make it more attractive, at least personally.

Nazuna: Ahaha, thanks. I'll take Kuro-chin's opinion as a reference ♪

Kuro: Yeah. And, sorry, Little Miss Anzu, for bargin' in on your conversation.

Nito's "Feature Live" and the pamphlet that was mentioned earlier... I'll be rootin' for 'em to be somethin' great ♪

Location: Staff Dining Hall After that.

Nazuna: (Let's grab a window seat for lunch today. Where should I sit?)

???: Nii-chan, he~ey!

Nazuna: (The person waving at that table...)

Tomoya: This way, this way!

Nazuna: Tomo-chin? I'll be right there after I get some cold water!

Nazuna: —Sorry for the wait. Are you having lunch alone today?

Tomoya: Yes. I just came to the office to pick up a script, and figured I'd have a bite at the staff dining hall.

Weren't you at the office earlier talking with Anzu-san and Kiryu-senpai, Nii-chan?

Nazuna: Wha, if you were there when I was, you should've called me over.

Tomoya: I didn't want to interrupt your meeting. What were you all talking about?

Nazuna: Well... Anzu asked me to do a solo mini live called "Feature Live."

So. I was asking her about the live and the pamphlet that'll be the merchandise.

Tomoya: Nii-chan's solo live...?!

Is the date set already? What's the ticket information? When will the merchandise go on sale?

Nazuna: Whawha?! Even if you shower me with questions, we haven't finalized the details yet~?

I mean, Tomo-chin. Why're you so excited, leaning forward like that?

Tomoya: No matter what, I'm definitely going to Nii-chan's solo live!

I'm sure Hajime and Mitsuru will say the same thing when they hear about this! They'll want to attend too!

Speaking of which, I need to tell Hajime and Mitsuru soon! I can't wait for Nii-chan's "Feature Live"...♪

Nazuna: (Tomo-chin, your eyes are shining. As everyone's "Nii-chan", I can't let them down.)

(This "Feature Live" definitely has to be amazing...!)

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[ducknotinarow]

//slightly unneeded post in that i know im being at best dramtic and dumb and hey theres a good chance the things im worrying about even happen. its just...I really do need to voice how I am feeling or im worried imma just get hung up on it you know?

as stated in previous posts. Due to some changes in my job my work schedule is going to change and my worry is I won't be able to write due to said change, And that got me feeling sad. This is a hobby I generally enjoy doing and I feel lucky that those of you who write with me constantly continue to do so. Thing is I am sadly someone who tries a lot of my self into my creative outlets and when something gets in the way of me creating? it dose effect me. I'm feeling like im failing you if im not gonna be able to keep stuff on the blog which yes i see thats not ture just feels like im giving something up that i generally love and its got me in my feelings for like no reason what so ever.

I was hopefully for stuff to keep as gap filler but ehh I dunno as stated the previous head cannon like stuff didnt seem well received and I was asked about having things sent in but ehh it's not meant to be taken in any negative way just I really do mean it when I said it wasn't a big deal. Because it's not I understand why no one sent anything in im not holding anything against anyone this is me being that way and I would hope people know that isn't the kind of person I am in the first place. So why take those posts down? eh I dunno just maybe they weren't interesting and ya fair. And I dont want people to feel like they own me anything. Ya know cause you don't why I say its not a big deal. Why I spent some free time looking for hopefully fun things that I can through in if I do run into a day where I couldn't type. Cause eh i wouldn't wanna give a half assed reply just for the sake of it you know? I dunno I feel that be an insult to the person who sent in the ask I guess.

Over all i'm just kind of fighting my brain at the moment feeling guilty when i don't gotta cause I know if anyone else was feeling how I feel? I wouldn't be telling them the things i'm thinking of myself. Just I dunno its the one creative outlet I take part in daily so i think thats why I am feeling how I am I am actively learning how to work with my brain currently and I guess this is just a good stepping stone for that. Still..I hate feeling how I am currently. I just dont wanna burn myself out on it either but yeah I am genuinely sorry for any days I may not have anything to post.

~ray

[chvoswxtch]

hi again, court!

it's once again the anon that sent the massive ass paragraphs rambling about the punisher after i finished watching it. i feel like i should either just un-anonymise myself or give myself a name or something to make it easier to identify myself?? but idk?? i'm still new to tumblr so i dunno how these things work

anyways, just wanted to say, i also am just so happy that they are taking the reboot seriously!! i only really got into like the daredevil/punisher in like the past year or so. so i feel like i don't really have the same grounds to stand on as some longer term fans but i just remember being so disappointed with karen/foggy originally not being part of born again so i'm so so glad that that changed and we have the true trio back. and frank being in it just makes me SO happy because i have become incredibly incredibly attached to frank (it might be a little unhealthy but big strong men who are morally questionable is my type haha)

i totally agree with season 2 feeling rushed, it definitely felt like some of the plots were supposed to be fleshed out more or like storylines would have carried on into a season 3 and billy not being fucked up enough is SO FUCKING REAL. like frank literally BRUTALISED him but he comes out looking okay?? like idk?? it just doesn't look convincing i feel like ben barnes' acting is good and he plays the subtle psycho (though you're right, him being more outwardly bloodthirsty and vengeful would have been AMAZING) but the visuals don't hit right. but this is such a wider issue with pretty actors in hollywood?? especially cause they also did it when he played the darkling in shadow and bone. i dunno if you ever watched shadow and bone but like his character should have been way more scarred but they just didn't make it as brutal as it probably would have been in reality and it makes me so mad because i just don't understand why??

AND THE WILL THING, LITERALLY, WHEN HE FIRST CAME ON SCREEN, I LOOKED AT HIM AND WAS LIKE 'is that?? is that WILLIAM LAMONTAGUE??' and then everytime he came on and was being psycho, i was like 'someone get jj to sort her husband out' and also this is so DUMB but i love to think that this is what will was doing during criminal minds and that's why we never see him, he was just off being pilgrim and terrorising frank, obviously it doesn't really work timeline wise BUT the thought of it just makes me laugh so it is now my headcanon.

I HAVE FOUND ANOTHER MADANI LOVER. that makes me so BEYOND ECSTATIC. I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME. karen is literally a stronger woman than i could ever be. both with madani and tbh with frank, i dunno how she doesn't crumble in front of either of them. like i wish i had karen's strength. but like yeah if madani even LOOKED at me, i would be spilling all of my goddamn secrets. i'm so glad i'm not the only one who sees the lack of love (i may end up trying to fix that with some fics hehe)! i am such a whore for her, it's actually insane. like the past few days since i finished watching it, she has been on my mind 24/7, what i would let her do to me is EMBARASSING. i love that woman so much and i'm so glad i'm not alone.

i'm done ranting for now but i cannot promise i won't ramble in your inbox again. i truly have punisher brainrot (and criminal minds brainrot too but that's not important right now)

thank you for reading my ramblings again <3

welcome back nonnie!

totally up to you love! if you’re not comfy coming off anon & wanna give yourself a lil nickname, that’s totally fine with me :)

don’t even worry about how long you’ve been in the fandom, that doesn’t matter. you’re here & your opinions & feelings are just as valid as everyone else’s. to your point about big strong men with questionable morals: yes

I haven’t watched shadow & bone but I have seen ben’s character in that role and maybe he’s the problem like maybe they try to make him look bad & it’s just impossible bc it’s ben barnes 🤷🏻‍♀️

LMAO pls that would be so funny. hey will what have you been up to lately? oh nothing just terrorizing the punisher in new york no biggie

karen is a strong woman bc the second frank or madani looked at me like that i’d fold & be like yeah literally anything you want I will give you. if you do end up writing any madani fics pls send them my way! i’ll get around to writing for her eventually. it’s been hard for me to focus on writing anything other than bodyguard frankie bc that’s my baby

I don’t ever not have punisher or criminal minds brainrot so pls feel free to rant with me anytime <3

[hennagrace]

This is my gift for the @mcytblrholidayexchange. I made a gift for @melscrate! I hope you enjoy your gift, it was loads of fun to write <3

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Wilbur had been the first. Later Kristin would tell them how she'd found him, in a limbo between life and death on a slow, timeless train platform. She'd pulled him out and, not knowing what else to do, sent him to the safest place she could think of. Which just so happened to be their base. There hadn't been any warning, Techno just woke up one morning and there had been a guy on his couch.

Techno stopped for a moment, standing in silent befuddlement. The stranger in his living room didn't look like an immediate threat. He was asleep, for one, breathing slowly and his face was turned away from Techno. Plus if the man really wanted to hurt him or Phil, he could have done it while they were still sleeping. Techno made an effort to keep his steps silent as he walked across the hallway and into the living room. The stranger was lying on a couch on the far side of the room. He was tall and unfamiliar. He wore a brown trench coat and a dark blue beany that seemed, to Techno, completely incongruent for the Antarctic winter. No wonder he'd broken into a house dressed like that, if he'd stayed outside he'd have frozen to death. Deciding that some poorly dressed homeless person wouldn't be a threat, Techno walked to the middle of the room and audibly let out his confusion. “Heh?” He said, trying his best to be loud enough to wake the guy up, despite the awkwardness. When the man didn't so much as stir, Techno walked closer and put a hand on the man's shoulder. "Hey, guy." As soon as he was touched the man sat up. Standing closer Techno could tell he really wasn't in any good condition. He had dirt or soot all over his face and clothes and his coat was torn in several places. As he opened his eyes though Techno took an instinctive step back. The stranger looked at him with fire in his eyes for a moment and then they dimmed. 

“Where the fuck am I?” He said with visible confusion. 

“What are you doing in my house?” Techno responded, not bothering with any inflexion or tone.

“Your house, why is it your house?” The stranger asked incredulously.

“Because I live here?” 

“Alright fair enough,” he said, seemingly calming down. “So who are you then?” He asked, swinging his legs off the couch. 

“What are you doing in my house?” Techno insisted, his pride slightly wounded. 

“I dunno,” The man said with a slight laugh. “I'm Wilbur by the way.” 

Techno's brain was short-circuiting, trying to come up with a response when, blessedly, he heard Phil cracking down the stairs. After a few awkward moments, his friend came in, wings tucked in behind his back. Techno didn’t turn his back on Wilbur but he could feel Phil stop, look between the both of them and then say 

“What?” Wilbur looked over Techno’s shoulder at Phil then looked back at Techno. 

“I don't know either, this guy just says I’m in his house and refuses to elaborate.” 

“What?” Phil repeated now laughing nervously “You are in his house though?” 

“Well so are you.” Wilbur retorted. 

“Well yeah, but I also live here.” 

“Well, how was I supposed to know that, nobody’s explaining anything to me.” Wilbur threw his hands in the air in a dramatic show of confusion. Techno at last felt his emotions calm and decided that while Wilbur was an absolute idiot, he clearly, genuinely, had no idea what was going on. 

“I’m Techno,” he muttered under his breath. Louder he continued, “Why don’t we all sit down and discuss the situation civilly over some breakfast?” 

“Alright then,” Phil cut in, sounding a lot livelier than Techno felt. “I’m Philza, nice to meet you. Our kitchen is that way.” 

He walked past Techno and began leading Wilbur towards their kitchen. Techno followed behind the two of them. Phil began setting the table while Wilbur sat down and looked around curiously. His eyes fell upon the window and his brows furrowed in confusion at the landscape. 

“It occurs to me that I still haven’t answered your question,” Wilbur said after Phil put down a plate in front of him. 

“That had occurred to me as well,” Techno said, rolling his eyes and taking bread and honey out of the shelves to add to their breakfast. 

“Really though, I have no idea. I mean I was dead, had been dead, for who knows how long and then there was a bright dark light and I was here.” 

Techno and Phil exchanged worried glances as they sat down and began picking out foods to eat. 

“Please help yourself, mate,” Phil said when after a few moments Wilbur hadn’t made any movement for the bread. Techno could practically see the wheels in Phil’s head turning, trying to make sense of Wilbur’s story. For his part, Techno had some ideas as well, but none seemed particularly likely. 

“You say you were dead,” Phil said eventually, after a short silence. 

“I definitely was dead. I probably still am dead.” 

“No you’re not.” Techo interrupted. 

“You’re sure?” Phil asked 

“Yea, he might have been dead, I guess, but he isn’t anymore,” Techno said. 

“Well, that’s pleasant,” Wilbur responded, using a tone of voice that made it impossible for Techno to tell whether he was being sincere.

Techno sighed. “I don’t suppose Kristin has said anything about this.”

“Well, I haven’t really seen her in a while. But I don’t think so.” Phil answered.

Wilbur seemed to come to some sort of conclusion before saying, “Right, I’ve told you my bit, now where the hell am I?”

Phil spent a few moments telling him about SMPearth, and the Antarctic Empire. He seemed to carefully avoid any mention of Kristin and of either of their connections to Death as he laid out a bit of their history. Meanwhile Techno considered the situation in front of him. If Wilbur really had been dead, it seemed most likely that Kristin had something to do with his arrival. If she did, Wilbur would probably be sticking around for a while. And even if she didn’t, they would still have to look after him for a bit until she could explain what exactly was going on. Wilbur seemed to like them at least. Wilbur made a joke and Phil laughed and Techno decided that maybe he liked Wilbur too. Maybe having more than 1 mortal friend wouldn’t be so bad.

[weebsinstash]

Really missed the werewolf/ABO posts!! Do you have more asks on that? Also hope one day we get back to the isekai emperor and male concubine with bakudeku discourse because that was juicy.

Honestly i didn't get sent a lot of asks on that stuff and I kinda stopped posting about the werewolf audiobooks for a while because I just, like, a lot of them follow the exact same formulas and I wasn't sure if I was boring anyone by sharing the drama (and also those stories cost money and I realized that I eas spending, decent amounts of money buying chapter unlock coins)

I have some asks about the whole Emperor baku/concubine izuku/Empress reader stuff and that still sounds so juicy. I dunno if you guys remember but I was getting HELLA into Chinese dramas a while back which combined with manhwa were the inspiration for that baku/reader concept and I still have one I need to finish called Legend of Yangxi Palace and there I'd also Legend of Hao Lan which looks good and has the same actress as the lead. Some of those dramas are kind of cut and paste but when you find a production house wirh a budget, jesus christ. I literally watched Legend of RuYi with my mom and the ending made us WEEP.

But yall if you want to hear more werewolf audiobook shit I was listening to a story a while back called Twice Rejected and it was SO CRAZY like I literally have to tell you this shit in bullet points

-protagonist is named Koko

-Koko's mom is a straight up selfish bitch who was in love with the Alpha of the pack and they turned out not to be chosen mates, and her true mate was, shit i don't remember his name but, Koko's dad. He wasn't wealthy and lived a humble life but was the packs Gamma (if you don't remember that's the wolf who's in charge of helping look after the alphas mate, the Luna)

-this isn't good enough for Bitch Mom and she tries to reject him but he refuses bc he wants to get to know her as his fated mate and she throws a tantrum over this

-one night she gets piss drunk and comes onto him basically out of loneliness, he literally tells her no multiple times because of how drunk she is but she keeps pushing because she feels rejected by the Alpha who is now with someone else and she wants someone to want her, and there's the mate bond and all so, daddy Koko caves

-bitch has the nerve to wake up "UGH you took advantage of me, I hate this, I hate you"

-she gets pregnant from that one time and her family basically forces her to marry the dad who I just remembered is named Mac. Mac Magnus? That name fucking sucks lmao

-Mac is actually such a good guy she does fall in love and she gives birth to twins. Absolutely LOVES the first one that comes out, her name is spelled either Janola or Hanola, the captions suck and I've literally never heard of this name before. But Hanola is a perfect clone of her mom

-unfortunately Koko was an extremely difficult birth, where Hanola was easy Koko took like 10 hours and hurt a lot, and she came out more resembling her father but, Koko also has, um. Dark eyes? It is a plotpoint of her irises "being so dark it's like looking into pure black orbs" and there are old folktales about these wolves being cursed. Um. How do I politely say "I guess Asian people don't exist in this world" because like people are literally looking at her eyes and gasp and they all avoid her like the plague like. Bro it's an eye color?

-its. It's basically kind of lowkey colorism/racism. Hanola is blonde hair blue eyed but poor Koko has dark hair and dark eyes and isn't as pale and her mom HATES HER IMMEDIATELY, like STRAIGHT OUT THE WOMB HATRED

-Mac always loves and supports Koko and chastises his wife for mistreating their daughter but uh he also like. Never fucking puts his foot down either so Koko was bullied even when he wad alive

-that's THE BACKSTORY. Chapter 1 literally begins with Koko's house on fire and her mom is physically fucking beating her, when she's like 5 or something by rhe way she's like literally a fucking toddler, because. Oh no, she did the grave horrible sinful error of. Freaking out over her favorite stuffed rabbit still being in the house and her father chose to go get it and. He died unfortunately

-LITERALLY THE ENTIRE PACK, COMPLETELY UNCRITICALLY, NOT EVEN FUCKING JOKING, SAYS IT'S KOKO'S FAULT HE DIED AND IT'S BECAUSE SHE'S CURSED

-Her mom literally forces her to sleep in the basement and barely even feeds her, beats her constantly, insults her, the entire pack treats her like fucking garbage, even her own sister blames her for what happened to their dad

-kokos mate turns out to be the alphas son, the same Alpha her mother longed for

-bitch ass Hanola, who Koko says has been around the block a few times, steals her mate just to fucking spite her, and her mom LOVES IT because, shit you not, she's still so like fucking, weird about the Alpha who never wanted her that she's like "YES now my daughter will marry his son in my place" like GIRL the projection!!! you had a loving husband who you never even deserved and he should've beat your ass for how you treated his daughter

-I like, only vaguely remember certain details because this happened so long ago but, uh, Koko's mate rejects her, takes her sister, and they even spread lies about Koko and like my blood was fucking boiling. Her mate Alpha orders her, as in she physically cannot resist, to watch them have sex, and THEN the SPITEFUL FREAKS go around the pack saying "that ugly slut koko tried to claim the Alpha as hers when he wasn't and she was even caught peeping on them having sex, what a freak and a pervert"

-by the way they just constantly insult her no matter what she does, calls her ugly despite her being an identical twin to Hanola besides hair and eye color, calls her useless, calls her fat even though she's literally malnourished

-THIS IS WHERE IT GETS FUCKING INSANE

-all of a sudden, Hanola turns out to have a very weak heart that she was concealing, and she needs a transplant within two weeks or she will die. I personally believe Hanola did this on purpose, because

-KOKO'S MOM AND THE PACK DOCTORS DEADASS ASK KOKO FOR HER FUCKING HEART BECAUSE, "well waiting for a transplant might take too long"

-they bully the fuck out of Koko until she agrees and they STILL TREAT HER LIKE GARBAGE. Koko is over here "if I'm so worthless and a mistake and killed my father, at least I can save my sister"

-THEY NEVER EVEN LET HER SEE HWR SISTER. THEY TELL HER SHE HAS GERMS AND WILL MAKE HER SICK. she never literally never gets to speak with her sister before she's supposed to die for her. They will not even let her do that and even accuse her of wanting to see Hanola to harm her even though Koko is still attached to her because they were close as children

-Koko is treated extremely well for two weeks, finally actually being fed and treated kindly because oh say stress might damage the heart Hanola is supposed to get

-this. This part is absolutely fucking crazy. It's literally the day of the fucking transplant and they say "nah koko fuck you, you can't even ride in the same car with us to the hospital where you're going to die, here's some money, get your own ride" like jesus christ cannot emphasize enough that they literally singlehandedly caused what is about to happen over sheer pettiness like how the fuck would you take excellent care of that donor heart and then not even help transport it safely to the hospital, like at least for Hanola's sake you think they would have

-Koko accidentally goes to the wrong hospital, and she's rushing around begging for money for a cab, desperate to, again, die for her sister

-SHE GETS HIT BY A FUCKING CAR

-She's passed out in the hospital for, unfortunately, 3 weeks. She rushes back to the pack and everyone accuses her of murder because her sister died. They literally surround her while her mother beats the absolute shit out of her saying she was a mistake and she wishes she had died in the fire instead of her father like her mom is literally dragging her around by her hair

-they don't even believe or listen to her and they reveal a shocking truth: before Hanola died, her last wish was for KOKO TO SUFFER TO DEATH in a real specific way

-in a lot of these stories, when a werewolf doesn't have a pack, they turn rogue, it changes their scent and everything, and it can make them go completely feral. Something something "our wolves belong in packs and we lose ourselves without them". Hanola's dying wish was literally for her sister to be cast out and turned rogue so she would literally slowly suffer insanity and die

-she's in the woods, as an outcast, and they're literally following her around making sure she doesn't reach another pack, they literally beat her and chase her off when she tries to get help from other people

-she gets away somehow, I don't remember how, I think the moon goddess literally teleports her to where her new mate is supposed to be and she winds up in a town where everyone immediately treats her like garbage just because of her eyes

-cue meeting her mate, the beta of the pack she's in, and he instantly rejects her as well because he instantly recognizes her as "koko magnus, the black eyed curse girl who killed her father"

-finally, she gets a new mate, Alpha Nile, who's last mate Erika unfortunately killed herself because she couldn't conceive an heir and the entire pack shunned her and treated her like absolute trash including Niles' mother who deliberately started rumors about her and eventually caused her suicide

-Nile uh, ok his full name is literally Nile Heaven and he actually met Koko as a child and didn't tell her his name, he only called himself "Alpha from Heaven" and comforted her when she was crying and said she wasn't ugly or cursed, just unique, and she would find someone someday (and it turned out to be him lol)

-but like literally everyone continues to call her a black eyed curse and she eventually has to win their respect but like she gets kidnapped by someone who's pining after Niles and is horrifically tortured and beaten and all of that and by the way Koko realizes just before the kidnapping, before she can tell Nile, that she's pregnant

-Koko was one of those "my wolf appeared super late or was originally super weak but I'm actually supernaturally powerful" and tbh I can't remember much of the plot from here but, it gets a happy ending, Nile's mother is forced to accept she was wrong and regret her actions after both Nile and his sister shun her and remove her form her position as Queen Mother and she even helps rescue Koko

-as one final kick in the teeth, this is one of those stories where the POV doesn't just go from ML to FL, it also bounces to side characters, and guess who we get to see again? Koko's BITCH MOM

-bitch mom deadass admits in her head she still hates Koko and thinks she's useless, but maybe the little doormat can be of use to her now that she's the mate of Alpha King Nile

-honestly it was deadass so infuriating, Koko apparently never went into extreme detail on how her mom participated in all of her abuse so like, guess what. Bitch mom shows up, "oh koko my lovely daughter I've missed you so much" and Koko is just like "who the fuck is this? Guards, take her away" and. Fucking. Nile and his fucking sister are just like "OH GOODNESS this ISNT YOU KOKO 🥺 you told US to accept OUR mom, you can't turn her away, she's YOUR MOTHER" like deadass I think have broken up with Nile over this. He straight up invites her mom to stay with them in the castle and the dumb bitch gets the highest quality amenities and treated super special

-deadass I don't even remember what happened to her mom, but I'm pretty sure I remember she did some dirty sketchy shit and died

And yeah the story ends with Koko and Nile having a newborn baby girl who they name Aurora and they live happily ever after and like, it was a well written story, just like. So many fucking chapters man, and when you have to pay to unlock, it really does add up

OH YEAH ONE MORE CURVEBALL. I made a post recently something like "I was deadass 80 chapters into this story and they suddenly swerve and give her a new love interest, this is 120 chapters, this is so late in the game"

Well guess why that bullshit was

"Hey you know this guy you rejected because he was being lowkey abusive as fuck and literally marked you by force and Alpha ordered you to not be able to leave his pack, basically robbing of free will, and also during this time he was "having trouble deciding" between you and an ex girlfriend who he caught cheating on him and he was just keeping you waiting in the wings and left you hanging for ages? yeah turns out YOURE JUST A SUPER SPECIAL WOLF WITH TWO MATES UWU now you can be SHARED by your new mate who is literally a vampire king who instantly treated you better and with more respect than the last fuckbag who bssicaply instantly agreed to treat your child with another man as his own child and make them the heir to his throne, and youre gonna BE SHARED with the old dickbag you literally rejected already but lucky you the rejection doesn't even count because HE doesn't accept it! Yaaay, no actual free will, yaaaay, you're literally with your new boyfriend who you love passionately and you're still feeling the mate bond with this the last bastard you literally ran away from, yaaaaay!"

Deadass, they let you get over ONE HUNDRED FUCKING CHAPTERS IN AND DROP THAT SHIT ON YOU. "Oh you thought she was gonna have a healthy relationship with the new guy? NAH FUCK YOU, BRING THE GUY IN HERE WHO MARKED HER BY FORCE" like. How fucking dare you make me pay money for this. Oh and also? She was also horrifically abused by her family but her sister finally comes around and defends her and apologizes for everything and her sister is MURDERED by the protags first mate who chose her sister over her because he decides "oh nah I actually the FL the whole time, I'm gonna make you miscarry and kill you"

The sister actually got brought back to life by the moon goddess too, MG was deadass "yooooo i am actually SO SORRY GIRL, i told you if you repented you could potentially have a better life and i even showed you possible visions of the future being happy with your mate but i couldnt predict how evil that mf who killed you was, im reviving you and sending you your sister's way for protection as an apology" and i kinda wanna just listen to a few more chapters just so she can find out her sister is alive again but other than that, like, fuck you with this "shared mate" bullshit one of them is legitimately awful

Also it was really sad when Sophie (the sister) miscarried because she was diagnosed with SEVERE endometriosis which my mom has actually, doctors told her I technically shouldn't have been able to be born, I was like her miracle baby, so it like. Legitimately ripped my heart out because he literally kicks her stomach and leaves her for dead in the woods after telling her he'll kill her if she tells anyone and then he killed her by poisoning her anyways (and the bitch who did it? The ex that the FLs second mate was going to leave her for because the ex was lying about him being the father of her baby when it was the man she cheated on him withs"

Oh and I just remembered. Even though Sophie miscarried and then was killed later on, Moon Goddes was like, you know what, this is on me, I'll fix this, and when she revives Sophie, she gives her her baby back 🥺 honestly probably the best MG I've encountered because most times she's just like "it is simply fate my child uwu" like fuck you, at least this MG admits she fucked up big time and immediately made up for it

So. yeah as you can see, tons of fucking drama over here in werewolf world, and I also have a new story on a new app where I think the FL is literally going to end with basically THE GOD OF SHIFTERS? get your fucking bag girl, hop on that shadow beast dick 👏