#i will do anything in my power to enjoy it. without disturbing you ( as much as i can anyway )

[derpinette]

sometimes i will get bored & go through someone's entire blog since its creation

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Warning: Discourse incoming.

I told myself I’d never get involved in these kinds of discussion because I’m a firm believer in “You do you/No Kink shaming etc.” But this one is a fairly serious one. It’s long, I’m not putting a cut in there, but please just hear me out.

There’s a disturbing trend in some fic writing I’ve noticed lately, and I have to say something about it.

We all know I’m a sucker for dark fics, be it CNC, dubcon, even non-con and horror elements, so I’m not here trying to tone/content police people’s writing. I want to make it very clear that this is not about vilifying people who write dark stuff, or things I’m not into. Hell, if I don’t want to read something, I check the tags and warnings and nope out before I get the ick. (As everyone should, there’s no point getting yourself wound up or triggered by content you can just simply scroll by.) 

However, this is where my current concern comes in. 

I’ve seen lots of very prominent writers not giving adequate warnings or disclaimers about the content they write. 

I’ve come across a lot of content where Joel (sorry buddy you’re the worst offender here, Ilu tho) is being labelled as a dom – and even more worryingly labelled as a soft dom – when the relationship is not about safe dom/sub relationships/kink. 

If Joel is spanking you so hard you can’t sit down in lieu of “teaching you a lesson” when there’s clear lack of enthusiastic consent (or often any consent at all) this is not s/m, this is abuse. 

If you’re having your readers receive physical or sexual punishment for actual life slip ups/non-role play scenarios, you’re glorifying abuse.

If you’re not labelling your fics correctly, you’re being negligent to your readers, and this should be a safe space for us all to read and create without being unduly triggered because we had inadequate or no forewarning.

For example:

Javi P kisses a girl, you make him pay for it in a way that is clearly pre-established (you have to spell it out people) as consensual in your relationship? Kink.

Joel spanking the shit out of you because a man flirted with you in a bar? Abuse. 

Din edging you until you cry because you were competing in how much you could make the other jealous in a pre-agreed dynamic? Kink. 

Joel denying you sex, or fucking you without prep/making you cum because you did something to annoy him/he doesn’t agree with and you aren’t enjoying yourself? Abuse.

I thought we were over this with the discourse that came about around 50 Shades, but clearly not. So please, tag your fics with appropriate/adequate warnings. As a survivor of sexual abuse and grooming, I need to know if your fic is going to contain and/or glorify these things. Again, I’m not saying don’t write these things, but it is your responsibility to tag adequately.

It’s a simple concept that I see applied across the board with age gaps and power dynamics, and most of the time people get it right. But when posts with 1k+ interactions are explicitly abusive, with no warnings other than S/M dynamics or “soft dom!Joel” when it’s anything but soft, aren’t just triggering to some, they’re harmful.

You can’t have a healthy relationship with Joel (again sorry buddy) if that relationship contains thinly veiled or brazen abusive elements. 

If you don’t know the difference between coercive behaviour, sexual or physical abuse, and safe, consensual kink, you need to educate yourself for your own benefit, and that of your readers. 

Feel free to reach out to chat with me about this, I’m not here to run and gun, but I will not tolerate any form of abuse or unkindness (on either side of the aisle) here.

[moonsaver]

hello! i'm here to drop some thoughts that have plagued my mind for quite a while now, idk if you can answer it or not but if you can't then it's fine. however if you can, i would be delighted (your writings are so good, ty for keeping my delulu brain well fed ❤️)

ok, have you considered abt yan!Sunday x yan!reader? bonus point if yan!reader is like some kind of servant or personal assistant etc. think about this, yan!reader, so eager to do anything to please Sunday, they are willing to do anything and *everything*, even ready to shed some blood or partake in some of the...more dirty works, as long as the rewards are praises being cooed out by Sunday or Sunday's hand patting their head. yan!reader, although knowing they are nothing but a mere puppet that Sunday could play with, relinquish themselves as they voluntarily become a nice little plaything, to be completely at Sunday mercy.

on Sunday side, he would definitely enjoy seeing yan!reader being so submissive and obedient, like a trusty and loyal guard dog. he could mold them however he liked and they would be so fast to obey without second thoughts, he could assign them a mission and they would finish it as soon as possible. submissive, compliant, obedient, these traits are what Sunday seeking for an assistant, it gave him a sense of power and dominance.

in public, everybody only sees Mister Sunday and his assistant. in the privacy of Sunday's office, yan!reader kneeled in front of Sunday, their face rubbed in between Sunday's lap as they begged for compliments for yet, another successful mission. Sunday only chuckled as he cooing out praises, his hand stroked their hair as if they are nothing more than a lap dog. that's okay though, judging on how yan!reader was so willing to do anything for their beloved, they would call themselves 'a lap dog', too.

Sunday's part was kind of short since i didn't have a grasp of his personality yet but i hope that this brainrot would plague your mind as much as it was plaguing mine. i'll come back with more brainrot, i assure you! until next time, ta-ta.

Hello anon! Please do drop by any thoughts you have. I like reading these. I like having a little peek into your brains' click clacks

As for Yan!sunday x yan!reader, I've had maybe.. 2 or so requests? It's not the first time I've come across the idea, no worries.

As for the idea itself.. to be honest, it just never stuck with me. In my brutal honesty I can't quite imagine it as anything else but like.. a really unhealthy but devoted relationship. Yanderes are all about the horror of desperation for me, and a lot of other factors. But i think I can see the vision with the desperate yan!reader.

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Yan!sunday i imagine is actually quite fervently in love. But this spin on his character is well within bounds. Someone who ends up actually using another obsessive character, aka yan!reader as their errand-runner, and have them do all the dirty work he would usually have to get his hands stained for. I imagine at first he's disturbed, but finds some consensus with yan!reader, and "entertains" their whims. He gives them some affection, and has them running out like a headless chicken doing the work assigned.

At some point, both of you are stained endlessly with sins, and blood does not wash from your skin. Both of you are bound to each other by secrets too messy and scandalous to ever burden someone else with. Both of you are akin to a cursed keeper, lips locked with secrets, and somewhere along the lines, Yan!sunday finds himself spouting devoted nonsense into yours. Both of you may as well fall into this neverending spiral of sins, and damn those who dared to stain his Family, and the world he works so hard to protect.

If anything, the loneliness of the sins seeping into his bones is relinquished by you. You and your weak smile and your obsessive eyes, your chapped lips and cracked nails with dry blood in the valley of your nailbed.

In the end, yan!sunday ends up loving you, or at least, obsessing over you, because now you're the only person who understands. Who knows. And you've seen the ugliest crooks of his halo and the dead secrets Penacony hides, and you love him anyway. It's a neverending dance for sinners who may never see the light of redemption soon. The feast is over and the curtain's call comes, and his wings are stained with your blood, and your lips are stained with his sin. Who, in the end, pays the price?

[second-axis-point]

Dom!Oberyn slowly breaking down dom reader who is actually a switch but didn’t know it and didn’t know he had that side to him. Thanks

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Male!Reader

Content: Smut, Riding, Dom!Oberyn, Switch!Reader

Warnings: None!

This is my first time writing for Oberyn so please be patient with me. I hit a bit of a writer's block, that's why these are taking so long. Anyway, thanks for the request! 💛

Down Boy

You had been walking around the courtyard, finding it was the best way to calm your mind and pass the time. Being the lover of a Prince had it’s ups and downs. One of the less appealing attributes was all the time he was away from you. You had nights together but even that wasn’t a guarantee. Although it was bothersome, you never complained. You understood the reasonings to why he was always away.

You kept yourself busy as you walked the gardens. The servants would visit you often, making sure you were alright. You usually sent them off to do whatever they had been doing before, not needing to disturb the staff. You sat at a bench in the garden, simply taking in the sight of the beautiful fauna around you. After a moment, you heard footsteps behind you. Assuming it was another servant coming around to check in with you, you waved your hand without turning your head.

“As I said before, I am alright. I do not need anything from you.”

You said. You felt a warm hand on your shoulder and the familiar flash of yellow robes in the corner of your eye.

“So, would you like me to leave?”

Oberyn said with an audible grin. You stood and turned around to face him.

“Obviously not.”

The two of you made your way back into the castle and to his quarters, needing release. Neither of you had touched the other in almost a week and it was starting to irritate the both of you. Once the door to his chambers were closed, his lips were against yours. His hands were running along your sides as the two of you kissed fervently. You could feel Oberyn grinding his aching cock against your thigh through his robes. You walked back towards the bed. You were going to pin him to the bed and fuck him till he couldn’t form proper sentences, but Oberyn had other ideas. He instead pinned your hands above your head, pushing you back onto the bed. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving bites and sucking bruises across your skin. You struggled to attempt to pull your hands from his grasp but to no avail.

“Sit still or I won’t give you what you want.”

Oberyn whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You enjoyed the power struggle but refused to let him win. You finally pulled a hand free and wrapped it against Oberyn’s neck, adding the smallest amount of pressure. He pulled your hand away and pinned it back above your head. Oberyn usually let you do what you wanted, too tired or desperate to fight. But he was a dominant man and he was going to show you that tonight.

“Be good for me and you’ll be rewarded. Keep your hands above your head.”

Oberyn demanded as he slowly let go of his grip on your hands. You were going to grab him and flip your positions but something in you didn’t want to. A part of you wanted to see where this went so you kept your hands above your head. Oberyn pulled his robes off before assisting you with yours. The two of you were now completely naked. You were still laid up on the bed with your hands above your head. Oberyn grabbed a rope that was sitting on the table beside the bed. He straddled your hips, brushing his cock against yours and sending a burst of arousal up your spine. He leaned and tied your hands together before tying them to the bedpost.

Oberyn kissed you again, only this time, you couldn’t touch him. He kissed and licked along your neck, moving extremely slowly as to tease you as much as possible. Looked back up to you when he finally made it down to your aching cock. You nodded quickly, wanting his mouth on your again. Oberyn smirked and went back to moving his lips along your body. He skipped your neglected dick and continued down to suck and bite at your thighs. You started to whine at and moan, squirming and pulling against the rope around your wrists. Oberyn ignored your pleas and started moving back up your body, back up your chest and to your lips once again.

“My Prince. Please. Touch me. Do anything!”

You begged, not used to those words leaving your mouth. You’ve never begged for anything. Oberyn smiled widely, running his hands along your thighs and purposefully avoiding your cock. You were achingly hard and leaking precum onto your stomach. As Oberyn moved further down, he finally touched you. He took your dick into his hand and stroked languidly. He kept his movements slow so he wouldn’t bring you to the edge too quickly. He moaned long and low in your throat when you felt his warm hand around you. You had to physically stop yourself from bucking into his hand, knowing that he wouldn’t allow it. He continued to switch between nipping and licking along your thighs and chest and slowly stroking you. You had been broken down to whimpers, moans, and begging. Your breathing was quick and shallow, almost panting like a dog. He was barely touching you and this is what you were acting like? You’d almost be embarrassed if your mind wasn’t clouded by lust and desire.

Your vision whited out when eventually he wrapped his lips around the head of your cock, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue around the slit. You let out a loud moan and bucked up into his mouth. Oberyn held your hips down and he took you slowly, inch by inch, down his throat. His nose finally nestled against the hair that sat below your naval. You couldn’t think straight anymore. You had been reduced to incoherent begging and long strings of moaning and swearing. Oberyn pulled off and took a breath before doing it again. He slowly took you all the way into his mouth until you bottomed out. You could cum from just this alone but Oberyn quickly pulled off once again before going back to kissing and nipping along your collarbone and neck. He started to frot his own leaking cock against yours but never added enough friction. You moaned again.

“Oberyn please. I can’t handle any more.”

You finally were able to stutter out that single sentence. Your wrists were rubbed raw from the way you had been pulling at them.

“Will you be a good boy for me?”

Oberyn asked, knowing your answer already,

“Yes. Yes. I’ll be good. I promise. No more teasing, please.”

You begged again, hoping that he would either suck you off or just fuck you until you couldn’t stand. You had never bottomed for Oberyn before but you would in a second if he asked.

“Then you can wait.”

Oberyn said before straddling your hips, making sure to avoid brushing against your dick. He took himself in his hand and slowly started stroking himself, forcing you to watch him get off. You were squirming under him and begging him to let you touch him. He was putting on a show for you, moaning and quickening his pace. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he continued. After a moment, he grabbed the base of your cock and stroked upward. He then shuffled back down and looked at you.

“If I ride you, will you be good and wait for me to cum first?”

Oberyn said as he started to lick up your cock. You nodded hastily, bucking your hips up against him. He smiled before taking you into his mouth again, bobbing his head. You felt your cock hit the back of his throat. The man had a nonexistent gag reflex. You felt your muscles start to tense and your arms started to tremble. Oberyn noticed as well and pulled off of you with an obscene pop. He adjusted the ropes so that they wouldn’t tug at you but didn’t free your hands. He pushed two fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans as you sucked at them. After a moment, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and slowly pushed them into himself, stretching himself out for you. You had to watch with half-lidded eyes and a desire clouded mind as he added another finger. Once Oberyn was satisfied, he positioned himself above your leaking and pulsing cock. He slowly lowered himself, taking you inch by inch until he was fully seated in your lap. He rolled his hips a few times, making your mewl. 

After what felt like an eternity, Oberyn started to raise himself up almost all the way off your cock and pushed back down. It was an agonisingly slow show of just how much control Oberyn had over you. He eventually started bouncing at a quicker pace. A sheen could be seen forming over his chest as he continued. You could barely see straight as he rid you. Oberyn’s cock was bouncing along with him, slapping his stomach as he moved. You wanted nothing more than to touch him but your hands were still bound above your head. Oberyn grabbed his own neglected cock and stroked in time with his bounces. It wasn’t long before both of your were at the edge. You were trying desperately to hold back your own climax but the sight of Oberyn riding you and stroking himself was too good. Oberyn started picking up the pace again, his moans got louder. He finally clenched around you and came hard. Spilling into his hand and onto your chest and stomach. You barely noticed, too busy focusing your breaths and attention on not cumming inside him.

“Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Oberyn growled into your ear, silencing your cry with a harsh kiss. You came deep inside the Prince, feeling him clench around you. Your muscles tensed and you bucked up into him, feeling your warm cum fill the prince. He allowed you to ride out your high, kissing and nipping along your chest. When you came down, he pulled off of you and untied your hands. You immediately put them on Oberyn’s hips and pulled him close to you. Looking down, you saw your cum dripping from his hole. Content and slightly turned on again, you laid back against the pillows with Oberyn next to you. You had no idea that you had a more submissive side to you. You actually kind of liked it.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

Oberyn asked after a moment of peaceful quiet. You looked over to him and nodded with a smile.

[lyssak09]

Hello. I hope I am not disturbing you. I wonder if you are getting requests, would you write to the Supernatural yandere as husband or lover, for Archangels Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel? The reader can be either an angel or a human or a witch.

EVERYONE APPLAUD ME! I FINALLY GOT THE MOTIVATION TO WORK ON SOME OF MY REQUESTS. Also this gave me so many ideas for stories, oneshots, and more hcs. So be on the look out for more archangel writing. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. Happy reading 💙

Yandere archangels hcs

Yandere Gabriel

Gabriel is a soft, possessive, and protective yandere.

He will never hurt you unlike some of his brothers. You're his sweetheart

Yes, all of his pet names for you are sweet/candy themed

Gabriel first met you when you were aiding the boys in a hunt against the trickster. Yes, you met him when everyone thought he was the trickster.

But eventually you all learned who he truly was and that he wasn't all that bad.

He tried to woo you the human way. But it was taking longer than he would have liked. So, snatchy snatchy time.

You are so sweet and addicting. You become his new addiction. And you won't rot his teeth, just his heart and brain 💙

Gabriel is very paranoid about you being a mortal and the constant ending of the world. So be ready for him to be very very over protective.

To the point you're not allowed out without him anymore.

But why would you wanna leave when he can make and give you everything.

There is no point in leaving. Nothing good is out there. So its not a big deal that he has kidnapped-I mean transferred you to a saver home with no way of leaving without him?

Now, you being an ex-hunter you're gonna try to escape him but remember, he is an archangel. He has power.

So no matter how much you know about the hunting world or how much the boys have taught you, there is no way you can escape him. For now.

Gabriel was smart enough to take away anything that could hurt him or you.

But you have everything else you could want.

Gabriel has a sweet tooth as we know. And since you're his sweet addiction. Expect a lot and I mean a lot of kisses and touching from him.

"Oh Baby cakes!!" He yelled out for you. But you didn't dare move. You are not in the mood for his touches. So you hide. Gabriel starts to get paranoid. He knows you can't escape, but what if the Winchesters got in. "Sugar?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, "Where ya hiding honey?" Gabriel starts to look in any nook and cranie. You squeeze deeper into the back of the laundry cabinet. 'If he finds me I'm gonna sock him in the face.' You thought, you seriously weren't in the mood for his crap. "Buttercup? You may think this is fun but its not!" Gabriel sounded like he was in a panic. And he was getting closer. "Okay, ok. When he opens the cabinet you're gonna speed out. And maybe you'll find the front door open? Hopefully" you thought to yourself. The floor creek with Gabriel's weight. He was right in front of your spot. "We're just playing hide in seak right? Yeah...we are." He said mostly to himself. "If I find you I get a prize!" He said as he leaned to open the sink cabinet. You were quickly yanked into his arms. Too quick for you to escape. "Found you." He said,kissing you madly.

Yandere Lucifer

Lucifer learned about you when he was in the cage with Sam. You being one of the boys girlfriend gave him the ability to learn about you. And eventually fall in love

He has escaped multiple times just to take you.

But Team Free Will always kicks his ass.

Lucifer is a cocky, possessive and angry Yandere.

He will punish you physically and mentally but he prefers to do it mentally for whatever his reasons.

Lucifer is trying to help train you to show your 'love' for him with punishments and rewards.

If you're curious your rewards tend to be a hell of a lot more affections from Luci or your silly little human things you miss.

He at first hated you, you, a stupid putrid human, made him fall for you. You made the king of hell for for you!

So he takes his anger out on whoever is in the cage with him. Untill he escapes again and has a master plan to take over heaven. And take you as well.

But it falls, so why not destroy the world instead, and maybe his little human will sacrifice herself to him.

And you do, much to everyone's dismay. But its worth saving the world right?

So now here you are, trapped in hell with Lucifer. He loves it.

Hell has a queen now

And if anyone in hell has a problem with then they're gonna get disintegrated.

Lucifer made you a nice little area for you to be his little wife. But if you are being bad then enjoy your personal cage.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" You cried out and shrunk further into your little ball. "You should have thought about that before!" He screamed in rage, kicking your best friend's decapitated head like a soccer ball. "Lucifer, I'm sorry! I love you, I truly do. Just please stop!". He squat down to your size, "After all I do for you, tell me you hate me? Should I just kill anyone else you love?! So its just me!". You lunged at him holding on to him in a hug, "Please please don't. I'm sorry. I do love you! So-so much, just please don't. I'll be good" Tears more started to pour out of your eyes and land on Lucifer's shirt. He held on to you in a crushing hug. He couldn't decide whether to continue punishing you or throw you a bone. And honestly, you voluntary hugging him made his vessel skip a beat. "No more fighting?" He questioned. "No more fighting! Just don't hurt anybody else please. I'll be good" you held on tighter. "You love me with all of your tiny being?" You paused for a slight second, "I love you with every fiber in my being". You felt like throwing up when you said that, causing you to cry harder. "Come on baby." He stood up with you in his arms carrying you back to your 'home'. "My sweet queen." You looked up at him, "oh, my dad, you're so adorable." Lucifer gave you a smug smile and forced a kiss. "The things I would do for you

Yandere Michael

I didn't have any ideas for John!Michael but if I do and make hcs I will tag you! Enjoy

Michael first heard of once he chose Adam to be your vessel. Adam has had a major (kinda scary) crush on you ever since he met you all those years ago with his brothers. And he kept tabs on you.

When Michael figured out that he should just use Adam instead he learned anything that would be leverage to convince him to be his vessel.

And you happened to be the giant leverage.

It worked, but they were still put in the cage.

So as years went on Adam became crazy over you and Michael began to as well.

Eventually once they got out it was time to take you.

So they did.

Now they will be forceful and more physical than Gabriel. But its cause they love you and deserve to take the love they want from you.

"Let me go! You have no right to do this!" You screamed at Michael or Adam, whoever the hell was talking. You started to pound against the door, "Thats where you're wrong Y/N. Adam has been wanting this for years. As have I.". Michael (you gathered), yanked you away from the door then carried you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You kicked and squirmed but he wouldn't let go, so you fought harder but all you received was a huff and thrown around a bit more. Once you two reached your destination, the bedroom, Michael quickly tossed you on the bed, climbing on top of you. He snatched your wrists in his hand then immediately cuffed them to the bed. After you realized what had just happened you start to panic and freeze in place. "I think we deserve something for dealing with you and your tantrum." His hands crept under your shirt, caressing your skin, "don't we Adam " You noticed his expression and presence changed, Adam was in control now. Adam lifted up your shirt and gave you a shit eating grin. "Yes, yes we do." Then you were pulled into a rough and forceful kiss. You heard a loud rip and notice Adam had ripped your shirt. And all you could do is lay there and cry.

I hope you all enjoyed this and if you did please like, repost and or follow me!

[chishiyasleftnut]

Would you write the meeting room P2? please!!!!

Hi! I’m so sorry I avoided this request for this long, but the thought of rereading my first fic made me want to scream haha. I did it, found lots of things I could improve, and somehow survived without cringing to death. This is the product of that. I hope you’ll enjoy it! (✯◡✯)

This is the continuation of The Meeting Room. If there is any interest, then I am more than open to continuing this series!

The Hotel Room

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut.  Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader

Plot: Unable to forget what happened in the meeting room, fem!reader seeks out Chishiya again. 

3201 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

It had been a week since any words were exchanged between you and Chishiya. Of course, you couldn’t completely ignore the man - he was an important fellow member of the Beach’s executives. But that didn’t mean you had to speak with him.

The lack of conversation, however, didn’t mean that he wasn’t constantly on your mind, because he was. No matter what you were doing, the thought of Chishiya’s strong hands roaming around your body always crept up on you. It didn’t matter if you were in a meeting, at a game, partying, or even trying to sleep. He was always there in your mind - making you go crazy.

One day you had enough. You could only push away the thought of him so many times before you cracked. That’s at least how you decided to justify your next move.

At 11pm, the day after a game night, you left your comfortable bed to walk the cold corridors of the Beach. The sound of your heels echoed through the hollow halls that were, luckily, completely empty. Everyone always tended to gather around the pool or at the event hall that was made into a makeshift club - rarely were anyone leisuring around in the hallways. You were therefore alone, with no witnesses, as you made your way to Chishiya’s room.

With a forceful hand, you knocked hard on the door. You heard the sound of a lock unlocking before the door opened before you. You were met by Chishiya’s face that you for a second could have sworn looked annoyed at being disturbed - a facial expression you had never seen before. You didn’t even know that Chishiya had facial expressions in plural. All you ever saw was the definition of smugness.

Said smugness quickly returned to his face once he saw who was on the other side of the door. He opened the door further and leaned against the doorframe.

“That took you long enough,” he said with a smirk. “Couldn’t fight it any longer?”

You groaned but nonetheless pushed past Chishiya to enter his room. Right now, you weren’t in the mood for cocky remarks, although you knew it was impossible to converse with Chishiya without lending ear to plenty of arrogant comments.

“No, I was just bored,” you lied, trying to sound unconcerned. You were not about to admit just how much Chishiya had taken over your mind this past week.

Chishiya chuckled before closing the door, locking it behind him. He leaned up against it and watched you with analytical eyes, scanning your face and body as you looked around his awfully clean room.

“I could think of a way to entertain you,” he crowed, taking a few steps towards you.

A part of you wanted to shut him down, to leave the room before anything further happened. But another part of you was so desperately longing for his touch that you couldn’t bear the thought of going any longer without him. How did this even happen? What made you change your mind about Chishiya?

The well-known (and well-hated) smirk crept back up on Chishiya’s face at your silence. It was clear that he was enjoying watching your internal conflict, relishing in the fact that he had so much power over you.

“What do you say?” he asked lowly.

You didn’t respond with words. No, instead you completely surprised yourself - and Chishiya - by crashing your lips into his, forcing your bodies close together. After a moment of complete shock, Chishiya’s lips moved forcefully against yours as he pushed you backwards towards the wall. With your back now fully pressed up against the cold plaster, Chishiya’s hands began moving freely over your scantily clad body.

Unlike the first time you did this, Chishiya was everything but careful with his touch. He squeezed, pulled, and explored exactly as he wanted, growing more and more confident with each second. You wanted this and he knew that. He therefore wasted no time, untying your bikini top and letting it fall to the floor.

Chishiya broke the kiss, suddenly leaving your mouth empty and cold, to admire your body. Both of his hands moved up your body to cup your breasts, squeezing perhaps a bit harder than he intended to, causing you to hiss.

“Knock it off! They’re not stress balls, you know.” you complained through gritted teeth.

Although he was grinning at your reaction, Chishiya nonetheless loosened his grip on your breasts, and moved his hands to your waist instead.

“Sorry, princess” he chuckled, clearly having a lot of fun with you right now.

“Don’t call me that!” you groaned. The last thing you wanted was to be Chishiya’s ‘princess’. That’s at least what you told yourself.

You wanted to yell more, to tell him off for even considering using a pet name with you, but no words came out the second you felt Chishiya’s lips connect with your body. They voyaged all over, leaving your body covered in warm kisses from your cheek to your shoulder and down your chest, until they finally stopped their journey at your nipple. Chishiya licked the sensitive area, swirling his tongue round and round, and in the process causing a pool to form between your legs.

Before you knew it, the licks had turned into sucks, his mouth leaving hickeys all over the skin of your breasts. God, it felt good, so good that you could…

“Hey, wait! Don’t do that!” you suddenly exclaimed when it dawned on you that hickeys were anything but discrete and hence not suitable for the secret nature of your affair. Chishiya chuckled against your now wet skin, the air from his breath tickling your nerves.

“It’s fine, your bikini will cover it.”

You looked down at the slowly appearing marks and sure enough, they were placed strategically, completely within the bounds of where your top would be. You couldn’t help but be somewhat impressed with how well-throughout Chishiya managed to make an unprepared hookup. Noticing your lack of response, Chishiya grinned and got down on his knees in front of you.

“But fine, I’ll stop.”

With both of his pointer fingers hooked under the seam of your bikini bottoms, he slowly pulled them down, revealing your body in its entirely. His eyes were hungrily locked on your centre, noticing (and very much enjoying) the drops of arousal creating a thin string connecting your body and the underwear. Feeling somewhat insecure with the way he was so blatantly staring at you, you decided to open your mouth again to draw attention away from your body.

“I hate you, you know that, right?” you said defiantly. Chishiya’s eyes darted up to yours. He looked almost… satisfied with your remark?

“Then why did you come back?” he asked smugly before meticulously licking up the traces of your arousal, causing your knees to buckle at the sudden stimulation.

What could you even reply to that? ‘You gave me the best orgasm I’ve had in months’? Even if it was true, you absolutely could not tell him that. It would only inflate his already huge ego even more, something which you were not ready to handle. So instead, you stayed quiet - or well, you weren’t exactly quiet, but you weren’t speaking either. Would moaning also heighten his superiority complex? Probably, but you weren’t able to keep them in, so moaned you did.

In hindsight, you should probably have suspected just how good Chishiya was at given head considering how he managed to rock your world with just his fingers a week prior. But still, you were surprisingly amazed at just how adept he was with his tongue, licking up and down your folds before finally settling on the needy bud, perfectly circling around it. Unable to fully control your movements, your right hand grabbed ahold of his blonde locks while your left hand painfully slapped into the wall behind you.

“Fuck, Chishiya.” you accidentally whimpered before covering your own mouth.

Of course, it was all too late. Chishiya had already heard it, and telling by the way his cheeks raised, a smug smirk somehow appearing despite his tongue never moving, he was taking it as a personal win. With one hand, he hooked your leg over his shoulder, giving him even more access to your core. Using this opportunity, he dived his tongue straight into you, tasting you fully before attacking your clit again.

The room was entirely filled with perverted sounds: Licking, sucking, and moaning from the both of you, as Chishiya worked to get you over the edge. Or at least, that’s what you thought until you were right there, on the peak and…

“Get on the bed.” Chishiya said after pulling his mouth away from your body. You were in shock, frozen on the spot as you tried to make sense of his actions. Did he not notice the way you were pulling his hair? The way your entire body was tightening up, begging for release?

“But I-” you started before getting interrupted.

“I know. I’m not leaving you hanging, just get on the bed.”

Not wanting to argue with him - at least not until you got what you came for - you walked with wobbly legs over to the bed, sitting down on it. Chishiya unzipped his hoodie, finally giving you a chance to see his body. Your eyes were glued to his torso, examining every muscle on his lean body. Was it rude to look? You weren’t sure, but it was not possible to look away, instead daydreaming of what he hid underneath those bathing shorts.

His next words came as a bucket of cold water, throwing you well out of your little fantasy.

“You brought a condom, right?” he asked while neatly folding the hoodie and plopping it on the ground.

Ah, that’s right. A condom. The thing that cut your endeavours short last time.

“No,” you admitted softly before standing up and walking towards your discarded bathing suit. “But I can go get one.”

Noticing your eagerness, Chishiya couldn’t help but snicker and push you back on the bed, making your body bounce softly on the mattress.

“I got one. I just wanted to see how badly you wanted me.” he said arrogantly in the same way that always pissed you off.

You were just about to cuss him out when it finally happened. His shorts dropped to the ground exposing the secret treasure hidden below. Your eyes journeyed down the happy trail until you finally saw him in his entirety, your gaze transfixed on his hardness. You had seen a dick before, plenty of times actually, so you weren’t entirely sure why you were so enchanted by his. But here you were, blatantly staring like you just saw the Loch Ness monster.

Of course, Chishiya noticed this. It was hard not to with the way your eyes were locked to his body, your mouth slightly agape in anticipation. It wasn’t until Chishiya moved towards you that you got thrown out of your trance like state.

“I take it that you like what you see?” he hummed haughtily, standing right in front of you. God, it was so close to you, mere centimetres away from you. Oh fuck, you were staring again, weren’t you?

“Sh-shut up” you mumbled all flustered, your words getting tangled up in your tongue. A blush was creeping up on your skin, turning it a nice, pale shade of pink. 

Although a part of him wanted to tease you more, to savour the physical effect he had on you, he also couldn’t ignore the way his dick was throbbing for you. He was, after all, just a man. With surprisingly gentle hands, he pushed you backwards onto the mattress and centred you on the bed before climbing in between your legs. Wasting no time, Chishiya hooked your legs over his shoulders and immediately assaulted your clit with his tongue bringing you right back to the edge you were so close to before.

This time, Chishiya didn’t stop. Instead, he continued his tongue’s repetitive routine until you saw stars. With your legs clamped around his head and your back arched higher than you thought possible, you came harder than you ever had before. His tongue didn’t stop moving until he was completely sure he had milked your orgasm for every drop of pleasure possible. First then, did he slow down before eventually pulling away.

Even though your body was no longer on fire, your mind was still clouded. You therefore didn’t even notice Chishiya opening the bedside drawer to pull out a condom until you heard the sound of the packaging being torn open. After blinking hard a few times, your gaze refocused on Chishiya - once more staring at his manhood as he rolled the condom down his shaft. Without any words, Chishiya leaned down over you, lining himself up at your entrance and immediately pushing in.

The word ‘pleasure’ could in no universe cover the sensation of Chishiya’s dick stretching your cunt to the limit. It was better than ‘pleasure’. Way better. From his shaky breath, Chishiya too was in pure heaven at the feeling of your walls hugging him tightly. He took a moment to cherish the feeling of your body around his before he finally began moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you.

Grunts. Moans. Whimpers. Every possible sound imaginable came from the both of you. Being completely engulfed in bliss, you didn’t even notice how you hugged Chishiya close to you, wrapping your arms around his torso. Although it was involuntary, it was still a very intimate action, perhaps even too intimate for Chishiya who had never been much for sentimental. 

Uncomfortable with suddenly being confronted by potential emotions, Chishiya quickly turned you around to avoid your embrace. With you now on your hands and knees, he continued to fuck into you while being free from the uncomfortable thought of feelings. Another plus was that he could enjoy the view of his dick, now shiny with your arousal, piercing in and out of you. This was way safer, he thought. This was just sex.

Feeling your core tightening around him, Chishiya leaned down over your body.

“You got another one for me?” he grunted into your ear, his hips continuing their rhythm. You didn’t respond with words, but instead squeezed your walls even tighter around him. “Yeah?” he asked smugly. “Come for me then.”

That was all it took before the coil in your centre snapped, pleasure flowing out through your entire body from your abdomen to your fingertips. You collapsed down onto the mattress, your arms no longer strong enough to carry your weight. With your ass now fully up in the air, Chishiya’s movements became erratic. You looked so good there, ass on full display and your face all spaced out.

“Mm... Too much, Chishiya” you whimpered softly, your words barely making any sense. Your brain was halfway shut off, the feeling of Chishiya repeatedly slamming against your G-spot making your mind malfunction.

“Just a b-b-bit more, pr-princess,” Chishiya groaned. Under normal circumstances you would have rebutted the pet name, but you didn’t have as much as one brain cell that wasn’t completely fucked out at this point.

With a surprisingly loud grunt, Chishiya pushed his dick deep inside of you and emptied himself. His fingertips were painfully digging into the ample flesh of your ass, his hips stuttering slightly with each spurt his dick made.

Chishiya pulled out of you, immediately removing the condom, tying a knot, and throwing it in the bin next to the bed. No longer being supported by his body, you fell to your side, too exhausted to speak. Chishiya laid down next to you, staring up at the ceiling. The room was completely quiet until you finally got control over your vocal cords, saying something that Chishiya did not expect you to.

“You know,” you started with a hoarse voice, clearing your throat before speaking again. “Realistically there is no reason to use condoms.”

With a raised eyebrow, curious to see where you were going with this, Chishiya turned his head to look at you before you continued.

“I mean, what is the chance that I’m even surviving another 9 months with these games? And who cares if I get an STD or something. Life is literally too short to care.”

Amused by your words, Chishiya responded with a smile on his lips.

“You sure know how to kill a mood, huh? Talking about mortality isn’t exactly good sex-etiquette.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, not wanting to be reprimanded for your lack of ‘etiquette’.

“You know what I mean,” you began, sounding somewhat annoyed that he was focusing on the morbid side of your statement. “Shouldn’t you be jumping and dancing at the suggestion of skipping the condom? Isn’t that what guys do?”

“I’m not saying it isn’t tempting.” he said, still looking at you.

“Then let’s do it?”

Chishiya was quiet for a few seconds. He turned his gaze back up towards the ceiling as he weighed your words. Of course, you were right. What were the chances that either of your survived 9 more months? It was slim, very slim, so you might as well have fun, right?

“Sure,” he said while nodding, his tone sounding amused once more. “No more condoms. Now we can also be more spontaneous.”

“Spontaneous?”

“You’ll see,” he smirked before looking at you again. “Anyway, it’s late. Get out of my room, I need to sleep.”

You furrowed your brows at his abruptness. Was this the guy who just tried to lecture you on good etiquette? Surely it wasn’t good etiquette to throw someone out minutes after you came in them. Not wanting to explode on him you sat up and glanced at the clock on the wall. Fuck, it was late, well past midnight. Okay maybe he did have a point. Sleep was extremely valuable in this world, after all. A good night’s rest could be the difference between life and death.

“Fine,” you said before getting dressed again. Chishiya watched you with careful eyes, enjoying a final glance at your body before you covered it up. Just as he had said, your bikini top perfectly covered the multiple hickeys on your chest. Once dressed, you made your way to the door without looking at Chishiya.

“Sleep tight, princess.” you heard him say teasingly as you left the room.

You didn’t stop to clap-back. Perhaps you should have. Instead, you allowed him to have the final word, to make him feel like he had somehow won this little interaction between you. Perhaps you would just have to live with this new nickname. Maybe you could even learn to love it - or at least tolerate it.

With hasty steps, you marched back to your room, your mind replaying the last hour on repeat, over and over again. It was especially your final conversation that was stuck. What did he mean by ‘we can be more spontaneous’? You weren’t sure what to expect, but a part of you were excited to find out what he had hidden up his sleeve.

[yukkisagi]

ACT FOOL, ACT FOOL, ACT FOOL

in which nagi can't tell if you or the pocky stick in between you lip is more of a pain -fluff, not proofread heh, kinda ooc but whatever

it had a been a hot day and the last thing nagi wanted to do was play soccer - or anything for that matter, he could only dream of never needing to move again. as most of his classmates start filing out of the classroom, hes still sitting at his desk, hoping that reo doesn't show up anytime soon so he could enjoy the air conditioned classroom a little longer. just when he thought he was the only one left, he starts hearing snapping behind him, as if someone was breaking pencils one at time.

when he turns around, his eyes meet your figure, leaning back against your chair. one hand held your phone scrolling through tiktok and the other holding a snack, specifically a pocky stick.

as you're clearly in your own world, he finds himself disturbed by the way you eat your pocky, breaking the sticks into halves until it was too small to be broken instead of just chewing it down like most people. it's less efficient and is quite noisy. as he's navigating his initial distaste, a new thought enters his mind - if the pocky or your lips would be sweeter. the new debate sends his mind in whirl, using way to much of his brain power. he sighs and buries himself back into his arms, nose brushing the top of his desk as he's regretting the silly idea.

"oh! y/n! you're still here?"

both you and nagi dart your head at the familiar voice, both confused, nagi as to why reo is calling your name and not his, and you, unsure as to who could possibly be calling your name at this time.

"oh hi reo," you smiled back, pocky still in between your teeth. "i don't think i'll make it to the train station in this heat without mentally preparing myself."

"well, good thing you don't have to play soccer in this weather like this one," reo grins and he slams his arm around his best friend's shoulder. "are you ready my treasure?"

"still a wild concept" you snorted, and nagi doesn't miss snap that pocky makes when you bite into it again. "i can't believe you're still playing."

sure, nagi was talented, but he lacked drive, passion and any form of motivation. you question if he even finds it enjoyable, but at the same time, did any thing really give him joy?

the direct eye contact you make with him is brief. he sees the soft glint in your eyes, playful and inviting. he isn't someone who feels overwhelmed normally, but right now his chest slightly tightening at the locked gaze is definitely making him feel something. he can feel his own eyes reacting to yours, dilating at your amusement. before you can react, you're both quickly interrupted.

"just watch us!" reo grins with his other hand pumping into the air, cheeks squeezing against nagi's scrunched face. "the world cup is going to be ours!

reo has always been so head strong and as much it has always been something that you admired about, even if others though he was being absolutely ridiculous, it only confuses you more as to why he picked nagi.

you only chuckle as you break another pocky, making nagi wiggle his nose in confused irritation. why did it bother him so much? was it the way you basically caught the piece with only your tongue? maybe it was the way your lips pursed so neatly around it? or was it just the cracking sound it made?

"yea yea," you nonchalantly add, "looking forward to my all expense paid trip to the future world cup!"

and as you wave the pocky in their faces with the biggest brightest smile on your face, nagi swears he sees the same light that shines on his little cactus choki every morning. he can't help but stare.

but his lingering eyes go unnoticed as reo walks towards the door, taking a quick stop by your desk. he fishes for a few pocky sticks, thanking you for the preworkout treat.

"nagi! let's go before the team gets mad, but i guess no one gets mad at the star players huh?"

he shoves his bag over his shoulder, not caring about reo's constant gnawing of the sticks, even if he was eating it the "correct way."

as he's walking past you, he's unconsciously watching your lips again, the pocky being so distracting. your eyes shift between his and the pouch of sweets in your hand. puzzled, he pauses in front of you, wordlessly questioning your intentions with a tilt of his head.

"did you want a preworkout snack too?" you ask, pulling out a stick for him. your eyes lock again, as if your orbs somehow trapped him in is place.

"sure," he's always been frank with his words. with his hands comfortably shoved in his pockets, he tilts his flexible body sideways, eyelashes fluttering right in front of yours as he bites off the half piece of pocky stick right from your fingers. your ears ring with only the sound of your heart beat and the very clean and clear snap of the pocky.

your jaw can't help but drop a little, staring blankly as if he had just ripped the bag from your hands and threw the leftover sticks in your face. you can't tell if your in shock because of the proximity of his face or if your upset he took the best part of the pocky, leaving you with just the plain, non-chocolate coated cracker. but before you can even say anything, his back is already facing away from, meeting reo at the door.

"thanks." he doesn't fully face you, opting for a a slight look over his shoulder, only seeing the small glint in his eyes as he shifts his perfectly functioning hands onto the back of his neck. "see you later."

and as he and reo finally exit the room, all you could hear was your tiktok, unpaused and stuck on the same sound as you hide your flushed face in your fingers.

act fool, act fool, act fool.

bonus:

as reo is dragging him away, nagi cannot understand why he is still annoyed. he got the tempting snack and is nibbling it down the correct and most efficient way. he wonders if taking the stick directly from your soft lips instead of your hands would've satisfied his cravings instead.

[venus-haze]

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter - Part 3 (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: The tension rises in the week leading up to your wedding to Elvis. Torn between your desire to live your own life again and your emotional obligations toward him, you make a decision that backfires horribly and only sends you further down the aisle.

Notes: Thank you all for your patience in my uploading this part and also for the overall support for this series. This is the last part of the series, and I hope this lives up to everyone’s expectations. I will be writing a prequel part, but I’d like to focus on the requests I’ve gotten recently. Please look at the warnings before reading. Do not interact with this post or my blog if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as emotional blackmail, obsessive and manipulative behavior, and abuse of power, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Emetophobia warning for one short part of the fic. Also brief mentions of blood toward the end. Again, do not interact if you are under 18.

Prequel | Part 1 | Part 2

The calendar on the wall seemed to be mocking you as each passing day was marked off with a giant black ‘X’, inching closer and closer to the wedding day. You hardly had time to think with all of the planning–floral arrangements and dresses and cake tastings. Your mind was barely treading water at that point, and you tried desperately to keep yourself from drowning in your imminent despair at what seemed to be your fate set in stone. 

As you had expected, Graceland became a zoo not longer after you and Elvis arrived from Vegas. It was always like that, and you welcomed it. Graceland offered you undoubtedly more freedom, from walks on the property to being able to hang out with people other than Elvis without having to worry about him unnecessarily escalating the situation. Being home seemed to mellow out Elvis some, as you found yourself enjoying his company again. Still, you couldn’t shake his erratic and downright behavior from your mind. You couldn’t rely on being at Graceland all the time, not when Elvis was still being managed by the Colonel, who wanted him out making as much money as possible. 

You felt a headache coming on as you sat in the living room, rubbing your eyes to hopefully get some relief. You’d been up since early that morning to squeeze in all of the wedding planning appointments. No matter how much time you had, you felt like you’d never be ready. Less than a week was hardly enough time to get everything together, but Elvis wanted at least a week for the honeymoon before he had to prepare for his upcoming tour, so you had no choice but to oblige. 

The wedding was short notice for your family, and only your sister Kathy would be able to attend. You couldn’t help but wonder if that was deliberate on Elvis’ part, to keep you from anyone who would potentially see through the facade of the happy couple. It wasn’t like many other people were going to be there on your behalf anyway. You couldn’t remember the addresses of your LA friends and figured they had probably moved within the three years you had been gone anyway.

Shuffling into the bathroom, you grabbed aspirin from the medicine cabinet and took two. Leaning on the counter, you studied your reflection. The woman staring back at you seemed like a stranger before anything else. Tilting your head and moving your hand back and forth in front of the mirror, it certainly was you, but you hadn’t felt like yourself in weeks. You felt as though you couldn’t completely blame Elvis for that, perhaps you’d made it too easy to get to this point, allowing your work and personal lives to blend so seamlessly together for the past three years. After all, no one seemed surprised when you and Elvis started ‘dating’.

You were startled by a knock at the door and promised you’d be out in a minute. Quickly washing your hands and straightening out your appearance, you opened the door to see Elvis waiting for you.

“Hi, honey,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

His eyebrows were furrowed in concern. “You alright, darlin’?”

“Yeah, just a little tired, I’ve been busy the past few days.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’d say you’ll have plenty of time to rest during the honeymoon, but I can’t promise that,” he said with a grin, leaning over to kiss you softly. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“Me too,” you answered, as if there were any other response you could give. “I have table settings to look at, but I’ll talk to you at dinner, okay?”

He gave you one more kiss before you walked into the dining room, at least a dozen table settings in your favorite color on display. It was your second to last wedding-related appointment for the day, and you chugged along, listening to whoever had come in explain the options to you before you picked which one you liked best. Elvis had left almost all of the planning to you, saying that he trusted your taste. Having some space from him during the day was nice, at least, even if it was to focus on your impending wedding. 

The evenings, depending on how his day had gone, would set the tone for the rest of the night. Usually, there’d be a dozen or so people crammed into the dining room to eat, whoever happened to be over that day. You welcomed the buffer for Elvis’ moods, in all honesty. As the wedding grew closer, he acted more and more like himself, or what you thought was himself for all those years. You found yourself letting your guard down a bit, allowing yourself to enjoy the glimpses of the man you loved. Unfortunately, you knew it wouldn’t last, it was only a matter of time before something set him off. 

Dinner that night had been fine, even when you informed him that you’d have to go into Memphis the next day to take care of some things before the wedding. He didn’t like you leaving Graceland much, but he didn’t put up much of a fight when you told him, he’d be sending one of his security guards with you anyway. He always claimed it was for your safety, but you knew it was so someone could keep an eye on you while he wasn’t around.

You could feel yourself becoming tired, the clock reading a little past ten, but you’d been up since seven that morning, almost constantly doing something since then. You excused yourself to go upstairs to bed. A few minutes after you got up there, you heard the door open, and felt a pair of arms wrap around your bare torso.

“I didn’t know all the plannin’ for the wedding would wear you out so much, baby,” Elvis said, kissing the crook of your neck. “You want me to go with you tomorrow?”

You considered how you were going to answer. You absolutely didn’t want him going to Memphis with you, it’d be impossible to get anything done with all of the chaos his being out would cause, even with his security detail. However, you knew if you answered ‘no’ too quickly, he’d think something was going on. 

“I don’t want to bother you,” you said, placing your hands over his. “You’re so busy yourself, and you really need to rest before the tour. It’s two weeks straight of shows; I know that takes a toll on you.”

“Always lookin’ out for me, huh?”

“It’s what I do best.”

“I can think of a few other things,” he teased.

You let yourself laugh since the situation hadn’t escalated. Yet again, you wondered why he couldn’t be this way all the time. Gently, he turned you around, pressing his lips to yours. Caressing his cheek, you kissed him back, only pulling away when you could feel sleep creeping up on you.

“Sorry, honey,” you said, fighting back a yawn.

He smiled. “Go to bed, baby. I don’t wanna ruin your beauty sleep. I’ll join ya in a minute.”

You nodded, feeling like a zombie as you made your way over to the bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out until your alarm woke you up the next morning. You groaned, hitting the clock and throwing an arm over your eyes. Absolutely no part of you wanted to get up, but you forced yourself to. Elvis was still asleep, not starting his day until after you did. You’d always been concerned about his non-existent sleep schedule, especially how dependent his sleep was on whatever cocktail of medications that Dr. Nick prescribed him. It wasn’t healthy, the residency and back-to-back shows that gave him little room to actually rest. Part of you wondered if he was too far gone, that he wouldn’t accept the help if he were offered. You’d heard Priscilla talk about rehab once, but never heard anything else of it.

Looking at him as you got ready for the day, your chest filled with simultaneous affection and hurt. You loved him, and for that reason you knew you couldn’t marry him. Once your emotional obligation to him was legally binding, you wouldn’t be able to get out, you’d never be able to bring yourself to leave him. The guilt at the thought of making him go through a divorce yet again overwhelmed you. It’d destroyed him, was one of the major factors in his behavior toward you. Not to mention, you were terrified of the person he’d become after that, what poor girl would end up even worse off than you. You couldn’t think of anyone you’d wish that on, not even that bathroom showgirl.

You glanced at the clock, realizing you were going to be late for your first appointment if you didn’t get moving. You ran down the stairs to the front door, where someone from Elvis’ security detail was already waiting for you. Even though he drove you everywhere and was always waiting within a few feet of you, the freedom of being away from Graceland, from Elvis, was invigorating. You couldn’t give up on your own life so easily, just to satisfy him. Still, you were at a loss as to what you could do.

After the first appointment of the day, which was with a local hairdresser about doing your hair for the wedding, you went to yet another cake tasting and then to the florist. Half the day had gone by, and the security guard, who hadn’t said a word to you up until that point, asked if you wouldn’t mind if he stopped and got coffee somewhere. You agreed, hoping to have a few minutes to yourself. 

He pulled up to a coffee shop that was up the street, and you got out of the car with him.

“I’m just going to stretch my legs, get some fresh air,” you explained.

He stared at you for a moment, as if he didn’t believe you, but nodded before going into the coffee shop. Your mind raced with what you could do with the few minutes you’d been given that were truly your own. Looking around, you recognized this part of Memphis. There was a Greyhound station nearby. You had a few hundred bucks in your purse, more than enough to get you somewhere far away and a motel for a few nights. The rational part of your brain was telling you to take the risk, to run as far as you could, but all you had gathered the courage to do was walk over to a nearby payphone. You knew it’d be best for you to go, but your mind was filled with thoughts of him begging you not to leave, how you were all he had left.

You felt like some paranoid gangster looking over your shoulder every few seconds and calling from an outside line, but you couldn’t risk someone overhearing the phone call if you made it back at Graceland. Even this small act felt like a major betrayal toward Elvis compared to your fleeting thoughts of running away. Your hands shook as you dialed the only person you knew would be willing to hear out your side of the story. When your sister answered the line, you could barely hear her from the blood that seemed to be rushing in your ears.

“Kathy, hey,” you said.

“Y/N! I’m actually just packing for the wedding,” she said cheerfully.

“I–I need to talk to you about that.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t wanna do it,” you said, feeling yourself getting choked up.

“It’s okay to be nervous before getting married. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who wasn’t.”

“No, not like that. It wasn’t my idea, and I don’t want to get married to him. He told me if I didn’t he’d–well, he didn’t exactly say it, but he went to get one of his guns and I got so scared I just agreed,” you explained, crying by the time you finished your sentence.

Kathy was silent on the other end of the line. You knew it was a lot to spring on her with no warning, but it wasn’t like you had many other options. It was too late to try to run now, you’d wasted too much time being afraid. This had to count for something.

“You still there?” you whispered.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice soft, “Christ, Y/N, I had no idea. Where are you calling from? Are you safe?”

“I’m calling from a payphone in Memphis. I didn’t want anyone eavesdropping, and I wouldn’t put it past him to bug the phones either. Someone’s always watching me over there, ya know? Even now he’s got someone with me.”

“Look, I’ll be there in a few days. I can’t come any sooner than then, but if you need anything, you call me, okay?”

The man walked out with his coffee, and you wiped your eyes as best as you could. “Yeah, thanks Kathy.”

“Sure, Y/N. See you in a few days,” she said.

You hung up, making your way back over. He thankfully didn’t question your call. There were still a handful of other stops you had to make in Memphis before returning to Graceland for the evening. You felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders with finally being able to tell someone what was really going on. Kathy probably wouldn’t be able to help you much, realistically, but maybe she could come up with something.

The rest of the day went smoothly, and you got back to Graceland feeling better than you had in a long time. It was odd, though, there were significantly less people around than on a usual night. You weren’t complaining, sometimes all the visitors could get overwhelming, especially when you had a long day but still felt the need to be a good hostess. It had been weird taking on that role when that had previously fallen on Priscilla. 

Elvis had opened the front door by the time you walked up the steps to the mansion. He gave you a kiss, pulling you inside. 

“Hey honey, how was your day?” you asked.

“It was fine, baby,” he said. “Runnin’ through Memphis today, huh?”

You nodded. “Felt like it. Is dinner ready?”

“In a few minutes,” he said, putting his arm around you and leading you into the dining room. 

You noticed only two plates were set at the table. “Is everyone else going out?”

“Figured it’d be nice if dinner was just us for tonight,” he said. “I know how tired you’ve been lately.”

Your smile was strained as you looked up at him. “You’re so sweet, thank you.”

The two of you waited in the living room together for the food to be brought out. Being in Graceland while it was so devoid of people was chilling, as if you were in a haunted house. You couldn’t remember the place being this empty before, and the familiar uneasiness whenever you were around Elvis settled over you. 

You hadn’t realized you zoned out until Elvis was waving his hand in front of you.

“Did you hear me, darlin’? Dinner’s ready.” 

“Right, sorry,” you said, joining him in the dining room. 

You sat adjacent to his seat at the head of the table. He liked you close by. You helped yourself to the food that was set out on the table, unnerved by the silence in the room besides the clinking of plates and utensils.

“Your sister called,” Elvis said nonchalantly. 

“What’d she have to say?” you asked, your eyes fixed on your plate.

“Said you’d called her in hysterics, something about me threatenin’ to kill you to get you to marry me.”

You froze, trying to stay as visibly calm as you could. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”

“No? Well, that’s good. I got everything straightened out, let her know you were just stressed and hadn’t been gettin’ much sleep,” he said, before pointing his steak knife at you. “But if you ever run and tell someone else our personal goddamn business again, I’ll actually kill you.”

I wish you would.

He looked at you in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“What?” you asked, before realizing you said the quiet part out loud. Your eyes widened. You had no idea how to respond. 

“So you can leave me like everyone else, that it?” 

You shook your head. “No, no, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”

“I thought I got all that bullshit outta your head before we left Vegas, but we’re gettin’ married in less than a week, and you pull this?”

You could tell he was getting angrier with each passing second. Instead of responding, you ran. His voice seemed muffled as he shouted after you, and you found yourself in an empty guest room. It was the one you used to stay in when you’d go to Graceland, back when you were just Elvis’ assistant. Before all of this happened, before he decided he was in love with you–or something.

He was undoubtedly searching for you now, and you knew how the night was going to end. That much was inevitable from his mood as soon as you got home. As soon as he got the call from your sister, he was going to raise Cain. Numbness washed over you, muting any other emotion that threatened to bubble over. This was the rest of your life, whether you liked it or not. 

When he found you a few minutes later, you hardly reacted when he came in, raging at you for making him think you had actually left. You let out the faintest laugh at that. If only he’d known how close you’d come to doing so before you made the mistake of calling your sister. You didn’t even know how you could face Kathy at the wedding in a few days’ time.

Again, you supposed some of the blame could be put on yourself. You squandered your opportunity to leave because you were afraid of hurting him, after everything he’d done to you. You didn’t want to admit to yourself how you loved him to the point of putting yourself in danger, and perhaps at this point you’d come to need him as much as he needed you.

“Please, Y/N,” he implored, reaching over to caress your cheek. “I love you.”

You let out a shaky sigh, “I love you too. I love you so much.”

“Then why’d you tell Kathy all of that?”

“You scare me sometimes.”

“Darlin’, I only get this way because I can’t lose you. You know that, I get jealous and protective of you. That don’t mean you have to make up lies.”

“Lies?”

“I proposed to you on that stage in front of all those people. You said yes. Where’d you get all that nonsense about me pullin’ a gun?”

“You told me to go up to your room before the show even happened. When I said I didn’t think marrying you would be a good idea, you lost it and went for your gun case.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

You sat up from the bed, pushing his hand away from you. “You’re not going to make me out to be the crazy one here.”

“Yeah? And who’s going to take your word over mine when your own sister won’t?” he asked. “I’m tryin’ to be gentle with you. I know you got real scared that night in Vegas, but it’s like nothin’s enough for you.”

“You’re enough for me! Just you, how you used to be, when you were nice and funny and my friend! That’s who I want to marry next week!”

“That’s who you are marryin’.”

“No,” you whispered. “No, you’re not him. You’re someone I don’t even know.”

“You really are crazy.”

“Yeah, for loving you anyway. I shouldn’t, but I do. Against every self-preservation instinct I have, I’m not going to leave because I love you too much, even when you’re jealous and irrational and scare me half to death, I love you.”

“That’s why I need you. No one else loves those parts of me.”

“I know.”

“Let’s just go to bed, baby. I’ll forget this whole thing if you do.”

It seemed like forgetting incidents like that was becoming the touchstone of your relationship. You couldn’t believe he tried to tell you he never went for his gun case that day, as if the fear you felt in that moment didn’t shake you to your very core and cause you to realize the man you were about to marry wasn’t the man you’d fallen in love with when you first became his assistant. You were tired of fighting, though. So you nodded in agreement, allowing him to lead the way to your shared bedroom and pretend for the next week that everything was fine.

You decided to cancel whatever wedding planning appointments were remaining. Whatever you’d chosen so far would suffice. You weren’t going to lose sleep over a wedding you didn’t even want anyway. Of course, the night leading up to the ceremony you couldn’t sleep. 

Kathy had arrived at Graceland the night before, and as much as you wanted to give her the cold shoulder, it was nice having family around, and neither she nor Elvis mentioned the phone call you’d made prior to her arrival.

Early in the morning, you were overcome with nausea, and ran into a bathroom in the hallway, not wanting to wake Elvis up. In doing so, you woke up Kathy, who made her way into the bathroom with a glass of water for you.

“It’s just nerves,” she assured you. “Completely normal before getting married. You know I’ve heard it’s all over in a flash. That’s why you get all the photographers and stuff, the day is such a blur you don’t remember a thing.”

You hoped as much to be true. As little of the wedding as you could remember, the better. You were relegated to the top floor of Graceland leading up to the ceremony, since the main floor was being transformed for the following reception, which you knew would end up leaving that part of the house a mess, but it wouldn’t be your concern. As soon as the reception was over, you and Elvis would be headed to Hawaii for a hopefully uneventful honeymoon, but you held your breath at that.

Kathy was your maid of honor, you didn’t have anyone else in your wedding party. As far as you knew, Elvis’ best man was Jerry, and Vernon would be walking you down the aisle since your own father couldn’t make it. Elvis was insistent on not seeing you until the ceremony, whether for tradition’s sake or because he truly believed the superstition that seeing the bride in her dress before the ceremony would mean bad luck, you didn’t know. 

Even going the whole morning without seeing him, his presence was looming. Everyone was there for Elvis Presley’s wedding, bride be damned. You didn’t mind, it was more for him, anyway. Certainly not the shotgun wedding you had originally expected, but as more guests arrived and the time for the ceremony grew nearer, you wished the two of you had just gotten it over with at a courthouse. 

“Y/N, you gotta hurry up, the photographers want you outside for photos,” Kathy said through the bedroom door.

“I just need help with this one part of my dress,” you said. “It’s in the back, and I can’t reach it.”

“Y/N, you look beautiful. Here, let me help you with that,” she said when she entered the room.

“Any word from my future husband?”

“Not that I’ve heard. You ready?”

“No, but I guess I’ll never be,” you answered.

When you had gone to follow her outside to the photographers, you were taken aback by how much Graceland had transformed. It was a gorgeous house to begin with, but with the decorations you had picked out, it looked like a fairytale. You had to admit, as much as you pushed back on the swan ice sculpture when Elvis mentioned wanting one, it did look really nice. 

You didn’t have much time to gawk before you were pulled in all sorts of directions by the photographers waiting outside. You weren’t sure why there couldn’t be just one, but apparently Elvis wanted as much of the event documented as possible. The bridal photos took an hour to do, and by the end of it you could feel yourself sweating and were ready for the whole thing to be over with. 

Farther back on Graceland’s property, the ceremony had been set up, with rows of chairs out for everyone and a platform toward the front where Elvis was speaking to the minister, a preacher from a local church who the Presleys had known for years. Now confronted with the reality of the ceremony, any calm you had over the past few days had disappeared. At least with getting your hair and makeup done and putting the dress on, you could pretend it was dress up, distance yourself from what was actually going on. As you heard the faint ‘Here Comes the Bride’ melody playing, you began to hyperventilate.

Kathy began rubbing circles on your back. “Y/N, hey, just take deep breaths.”

“I can’t do this,” you said, pleading with Kathy. “Don’t make me do this.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“I told you I don’t want to. Why did you tell him?”

“Don’t try to ruin a good thing, Y/N. Do you know how many women would kill to be in your place?”

“Let them have it, then. I don’t want it,” you said. 

“It’s your cue,” she said. “The ceremony will be over before you know it.”

She led you to the end of the aisle, a gorgeous carpet that had been laid out, with the flower petals you’d chosen strewn about. Kathy wiped away the mascara that had run down your face a bit, and gave you a hug before going to stand with the rest of the wedding party. You gave a tight-lipped smile to Vernon, who seemed to be somewhat sympathetic.

“Nerves got ya?” he asked.

“Something like that,” you answered.

He nodded to the woman behind the keyboard, who began playing ‘Here Comes the Bride’ again, and you had to fight the urge to pass out. As you walked down the aisle, tears fell from your eyes. You were sure everyone in attendance was making note of how happy you were on the special day. It did make your heart pang a little when you saw Elvis’ expression, how he could hardly hold back his own tears at the sight of you.

Vernon brought you up to Elvis, who took your trembling hand in his. Your chest felt tighter than ever as you turned to face the minister.

“You’re so beautiful,” Elvis whispered so only you could hear. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You couldn’t answer, unable to trust yourself not to beg for him to call the whole thing off. You wouldn’t be like Priscilla, who was able to leave even after having Elvis’ child. No, this was it for you. 

Your head was spinning by the time the minister got to the vows, and all you could manage was a soft-spoken, “I do,” when it was your turn. Till death do us part. He’d make sure of that much. 

A whirlwind of emotions overtook you when the minister announced, “I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

Elvis pulled you in for a heated kiss, to the cheers and applause from the guests in attendance and shuttering cameras of the photographers. It was too much like his ‘proposal’ to you, public and damning with approval from an unassuming audience. After the stunt with your sister, he probably figured he needed to make sure you were stuck with as many witnesses as possible to your willingness to marry him.

Before you could process that he had pulled away, he led you back down the aisle, everyone’s eyes on the two of you. The photographers began shepherding you and Elvis all over the place for wedding photos that you’d probably never be able to bring yourself to look at. Most of the guests were making their way over to the house for the reception, and about half an hour later, you and Elvis were too.

“I can’t believe you’re my wife,” he said with a bright smile, kissing your hand. 

“Me either,” you said. 

Satisfied with that answer, he kissed you again. The guests seated inside erupted in cheers and applause yet again when you and Elvis entered, and you two were ushered over to the head table. You hoped to god no one would ask you to make any sort of speech, what could you even say? 

You and Elvis sat together, and when Jerry went to make his speech as best man, you nearly threw up when he referred to you two as “Mr. and Mrs. Presley.” That was it. The first day of the rest of your life. As your eyes landed on every person staring at you and your now husband, you thought about how complacent they all were, how they let it happen. 

You were shocked when Elvis stood up to speak, to the delight of everyone present. “This wasn’t planned or nothin’, but I gotta say somethin’. Thank y’all for comin’ today. This is my second go at this, but I know it’s with the right woman this time. At my lowest, instead of runnin’ off like other people did, Y/N stood by me, because she really loves me, even when I’m actin’ foolish and ornery. That’s hard to find nowadays,” he said. “Y/N, baby, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered.

He kissed you again, this time more quickly as someone else stood up to give a toast. “Elvis, Y/N, all my best. I can’t think of a better couple. When are you gonna get started on kids?” 

You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d been gripping your glass until part of it shattered at the mention of kids, slicing into your hand. The sound of everyone’s laughter drowned out the glass breaking. Quickly, you hid it under the table, hoping no one noticed, only to hiss in pain when Elvis grabbed it. You looked at him in confusion, and he squeezed your wounded hand tighter, leaning in to whisper in your ear. 

“Think they know we beat ‘em to that one?” 

“What?”

“You don’t think your glass has got any alcohol in it, do ya?”

You gasped. “Oh my god. How did you–”

“Know? You’ve been throwin’ up every mornin’ for the past two weeks. I know that ain’t nerves,” he said, before smirking a bit, “‘Sides, if I’m wrong, we got the whole honeymoon to work on it.”

You looked down at your hand and found that the blood was still flowing, staining your dress beyond salvation. 

[nrilliree]

https://www.tumblr.com/spacerockfloater/745120064183943168/oh-i-absolutely-sympathise-with-alicent-criston?source=share

Favoritism isn't the issue; the problem is that he is negligent and petty towards innocent children who haven't done anything to him.

2. Alicent demanding the baby immediately after birth was purely out of pettiness and as a power play. Joffrey's hair color won't change in an hour. Allowing Rhaenyra to spend time with Joffrey and letting the baby be bathed and changed wouldn't magically change his hair color.

3. It's funny how fans of the TG always say Rhaenyra taking Joffrey to Alicent was her decision, but Alicent showing her feet to Larys in exchange for information is coercion, even though he never blackmails her and she has much more power than him.

4. Criston is just a big hypocrite who believes himself morally superior to judge and insult others when he has gotten away with killing a nobleman, hitting the future king consort and son of a Targaryen princess, as well as causing a disturbance that endangered several nobles during the party and still getting away with it.

Criston insults Rhaenyra, but never shows any kind of disgust towards Aegon, who harasses the maids and enjoys watching children tearing each other apart; that should tell you something about him. The man was even quite proud to call him the true heir to the throne and put a crown on his head. That's a big demonstration that he doesn't really care much about morals and justice.

5. The first thing Aegon did as King in the book was literally fire Otto, and in the show, he's heading down the same path. 😭

6. If Daemon is a pedophile, then Criston is too. Why do people act like Criston is a teenager and the same age as Rhaenyra?

7. It's ironic that he says Daemon massacred people when Team Green has a bunch of murderers (including Criston himself), and Alicent ordered Larys to get rid of Mysaria, causing him to burn down a brothel full of innocent women and possibly children...

This is why I use the teacher argument, because I can bet my left arm that if these people were in Rhaenyra's position and some person they hurt in the past took it out on the children they have power over, he wouldn't be so keen support such situations. Criston is in a position where this shouldn't happen.

Especially since Alicent knew Aemma's story very well and knew that giving birth could also have consequences for Rhaenyra. She knew well that Rhaenyra would bring the baby herself (because it wasn't the first time), but she demanded it anyway.

Of course. Because Alicent is more the victim. Rhaenyra is a spoiled cunt and deserves what Alicent did to her, and Alicent is a poor thing who was forced to do everything.

Criston is justified (like Alicent) for everything he has done, because he is a pawn of the system oppressed by the monarchy, and it is very good that he decided to stand up. That's right. And I can bet that if the situation at the tournament were reversed and Criston won and then Daemon attacked him FROM BEHIND, they would not call Daemon an honorable winner, but an asshole who cheats and plays without honor. And for me, Criston doesn't have even an ounce of pure honor after everything he's done.

To this day I still don't know why Aegon thought Criston would be a good replacement for Otto. Just…why him? Criston has never even led anything on his own, so where did you get the idea that he would be a good Hand :P?

It seems to me that Criston's fans: a) like a large part of TG, do not know the definition of pedophilia, b) have no idea how old Criston is. AND HE IS FOUR YEARS YOUNGER THAN VISERYS. He's Daemon's age! But he's more handsome, so we forgive him :P?

You know what? I really think that this person is either a troll or is so detached from reality in own belief that everyone is stupider and less educated that a discussion with him is pointless :P

[copiousloverofcopia]

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THIS IS IT! The final chapter of Death and Flowers is coming at you!!!

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Death & Flowers

It hadn’t been serious, it never was with him. While Papa was suave and Ollie enjoyed their time together it wasn’t meant to be. She knew it wasn’t something meant to last…something permanent but—here she was. It was only one missed pill and life forever changed.

Chapter 14: Long May He Reign

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Definitely NSFW below the cut!

They didn't bother to wait for the rest of the ghouls. Copia, along with Alpha, Omega, and Aether began working their way to Saltarian’s office. The Cardinal, having finally put all the pieces together. He was angry at himself for being so blind—the answers were right there in front of him the whole time. 

“Tell us Cardinal, who is responsible for this?” Aether asked, watching as the anger inside both Omega and Alpha grew. Threatening to billow out of them like Hell fire—consuming anything and everything in their path. 

“It is those men–the League. Maybe Saltarian, I think he has been assembling them to overthrow the Ministry. The Emeritus family and the ghouls are just casualties in their pursuit of it. 

“Then… then why weren't they after you?” Aether asked, knowing the truth of Copia’s parentage. It would have puzzled Copia too, had he not overheard the conversation between Sister and Saltarian from before. Now he knew exactly why he was overlooked, despite his heritage.  

“The man has a soft spot for Sister… I am her son and from what I have learned, I was never supposed to know Nihil was my father. Blissful ignorance meant to keep me safe in favor of her. But now that has all changed.”

“This is fucking insane; how did they think they were going to keep everything in line without the support of the ghouls. Like it or not, we are essential for the connection and power from the Dark One himself.” Alpha snarled, as they walked, trying his best not to go running off on his own to fight them. The ghouls, confused and betrayed by all they thought they knew.  

“I am sure the plan was to have some of you become fodder for those hungry to condemn someone for the Emeritus family deaths, but I can only assume they never meant to imply that all of you were involved. I am certain now that this is why you were framed. Blamed for Primo, Secondo, and Terzo’s deaths.”

“How do you know?” Omega asked.

“The scent. I don’t have senses the way you do, but I have recently come into contact with the same smell Aether described. It was overwhelming on Bishop Martin… it has to be them. 

A few hours before…

Saltarian sat at his desk, head in his hands as he waited for the California Ministry to contact him. Hoping to have Copia set up to stay there for the majority of his time of touring. He wondered if he would be able to continue on as planned. His love for Elizabeth had already cost him so much and now with her carelessness, she threatened to undo everything he had worked so hard to orchestrate. 

He could hear it from down the hall as they approached. The sounds of footfalls on the tile, made with a sense of haste. Then as expected and without a knock, Bishops Mauro, Henry, and Martin came charging into his office. The looks on their faces telling him this was no casual visit. 

“What is it?” he asked them.

“We have a problem.” Bishop Mauro began, looking at the other two to see who might be next to speak.

“What problem?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. Allowing his pen to fall to his desk, and the room to grow quiet before he looked up at them. 

“We have learned some very disturbing news, your excellency.” Martin continued. 

“Seems our dear sweet Cardinal is not the father of Sister Olive’s child.” Henry smirked, a glint of evil in his eye. One that had far surpassed anything Saltarian had ever seen. The news was powerful, yet not a complete surprise to him. The most interesting part was the thought that Copia knew and still claimed the child as his own. Saltarian, now wondering if the Cardinal and Sister Imperator had conspired against him this whole time.

“He’s also Nihil’s son… a fact you seemed to be aware of, yet we are just now hearing of it. Is this true Mr. Saltarian?” Bishop Mauro asked, watching for a crack in Saltarian’s resolve. He was angered to the core—maddened. He had tried to do right by Sister Imperator. Hiding her bastard son from the eyes of those he answered to—those who also wanted the end of the Emeritus family. Only to have the bloodline kept alive and well in his child. Sure, that it was Sister Imperator who outed him as knowing the secret. 

“I see... that conniving bitch. That is preposterous.” he hissed under his breath. “You know what you need to do.” he nodded to the bishops. The men, acknowledging him as they set course to eliminate them all—Nihil, Copia, Olive and the child.

Present time

Copia rounded the corner and ran straight into Bishop Martin, he was covered in blood. Unabashed by walking around in broad daylight. His smug smile, sending a chill down Copia’s spine. 

“What have you done!” Copia yelled, the crest of his knuckles bashing into the bishop’s jawline as he threw the first punch. Sending a cascade of blood from Martin’s mouth to the floor. The ghouls standing behind them, growling and tails snapping in the air like whips. 

“You really are a fool.” Martin laughed, his face already beginning to swell from Copia’s right hook. 

“Whose blood is this? If you don't tell me what is going on, I will let them devour you whole, you figlio di puttana!” 

“All this energy over your dead brother's whore?” Martin chuckled. Leaving bloody fingerprints behind on Copia’s cassock as he tried to hold him back from another hit. 

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Omega roared, Aether and Alpha holding him down so that Copia may get answers before Omega went and tore him to shreds. 

“Oh Satanas Ollie.” Copia choked, his stomach sinking as the words left him. Scared that the blood may be hers.

“Relax Cardinal, you precious whore is fine. Though not for long. This blood… belongs to your old man.” he grinned, as Copia dropped his body to the ground. Running behind him into Nihil’s office. Only to find the old man dead in his chair–throat slit and blood decorating the walls. 

“Oh fuck.” Aether said, as he and Alpha followed him into the room. Omega, still in the hall. Sinking his teeth into the bishop's carotid before his body went completely limp in the ghoul's arms. 

“He’s gone.” was all Copia could say, quickly setting course back into the hall where he found Omega hovering over the bishop. Barely clutching onto his mortal coil.  

“She’s next.” he said, choking on his own blood. The ghouls and Copia, realizing instantly what he meant.

“We need to get to Ollie and Luss now!” Alpha growled, taking off full force alongside Copia and Aether as Omega finished off Martin. 

As they made it back to Copia’s Papal suites, there was an eerie quiet. The door cracked open and no sign of Ollie or Cumulus to be seen. Copia and the ghouls carefully crept inside. Searching for them, until finally they could hear the sound of glass breaking from within the bedroom. 

As they ran inside, they saw them. Two men, in shining silver ghouls' masks, holding Ollie and Cumulus captive. Knives to their throats and the two of them struggling against their captor’s grips. Cumulus, doing her best to try and bite them, while Ollie cried. Her hands, never leaving her belly.  

“Ollie! Cumulus!” Copia cried, attempting to run for them before watching the men adjust their blades. Stopping the Cardinal in his tracks as the ghouls continued forward. 

“Take those off! You can’t fool us you motherfuckers.” Alpha hissed, watching as the men removed the masks. Revealing themselves to be Bishop Mauro and Henry. Copia’s suspicions had been confirmed. It was the League who was responsible for the deaths of his brothers—and his father. 

“Step any closer and we will slit their throats.” Bishop Henry told them. Pressing the blade against Ollie’s neck. A string of blood, beading up along the cut as she cried out. 

“Copia!” 

“It’s alright amore.” Copia called out, the bishops laughing at his weak promises. Amused with his idea he had any control, knowing they held Ollie and Cumulus within millimeters of death.  

“We will tear you apart before you do anything to them!” Omega roared, looking into Cumulus’s eyes. Doing her best to remain calm as her life lay in the balance. Never showing her fear to them as they continued on. 

“Please you all are nothing but rabid animals. No sense or reason. You’re disposable. There are millions more like you awaiting summoning. None of them will ever know better.” Mauro smiled. The three ghouls standing their ground, teeth bared and tails swishing. Ready to pounce if they only are given the chance.

“Let Ollie and Cumulus go, take me instead. They have done nothing to you. It’s me you want. I am Nihil’s son.” Copia begged, trying his best to inch closer to them without setting them off. 

“There’s just one thing…a tiny… little… thing.” Henry said. Slowly brushing back the hair from off Ollie’s shoulder. Trembling in his grasp. “This is a problem.” he said as his free hand traveled down from her shoulder and over her chest, finally settling over the swell of her belly. 

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Copia said, his teeth gritted and his rage boiling over. Bloodthirsty and ready to end them.  

“It’s nothing personal, Cardinal. The Ministry is just done with Emeritus. Sorry you got caught in the mix. Then again, you all are nothing but fools.” Mauro hissed. The tension was unbearable. Every second lingering as they stared each other down. Copia and the ghouls helpless but to watch until somehow, they could find a way in. 

Suddenly from the shadows, a figure appeared. Pushing past the men and bringing himself front and center. Positioning himself between them. Announcing himself as the man of the hour, the one who held all control—Mr. Saltarian.

“Not yet Henry…” he said, stopping things from moving forward until he had his final say. Wanting to draw out Copia’s torment for as long as humanly possible. Relish, in his agony as he watched his lover and child slowly be murdered in front of his eyes.  

“Ti sei rincoglionito?!” Copia growled, his white eye—blazing with fury. Chest heaving and ready to kill Saltarian where he stood.

“You know, I had a mind once to consider you a son. After all I have known you since your whore of a mother carried you.” Saltarian began, smirking at him as he crossed his arms. Lifting up a condescending brow and snickering to himself. 

“You are nothing—” Copia began before Saltarian cut him off. 

“I am everything… I have done everything. You know the whole reason this order, the League, was founded was to get rid of them. I may never have been able to become Papa myself, but I could have still had control. If your mother hadn’t been stupid enough to tell you about Nihil.”

“Don’t you dare…” Copia began. 

“I did EVERYTHING FOR HER!” Saltarian yelled back, turning around to rip away the knife from Bishop Henry. Pressing it into the side of Ollie’s belly, just hard enough to draw blood. The blood, staining her dress as she cried out. 

“Ah!”

“Please don’t hurt her!” Copia pleaded, ready to give his life for her. The ghouls snapping and snarling behind him. Waiting for an opportune moment to strike. Dying to taste the blood of the men on their tongues and pick their flesh from their teeth. 

“This is your fault Copia. Had you never been born she might have been mine. Not attached to that old bastard for so long. Even then I would have given you the Papacy to please her. Getting rid of Nihil so you could start anew with me pulling the strings—but now since she managed to ruin it all helping you and helped to protect this pathetic Emeritus whelp…” Saltarian said as he raised up the knife, “...I guess I’ll have to kill you all and take the miter myself!”

Saltarian threw Ollie to the ground and lunged towards Copia. The blade, barely missing his chest and digging into his shoulder. Copia groaned as he pulled it out, him and Saltarian struggling to take hold of it. Copia’s blood painting the floor, slick and red. 

The ghouls took their opportunity in the confusion. The bishop’s had grown comfortable, letting down their guard when Cumulus thrusted her elbow backwards into Mauro. Knocking him back onto the floor. The ghouls and ghoulette, flooding over him and ripping him apart with their bare teeth and sharp claws. Bishop Henry panting as he tried to take off. Aether, jumping over his gorging brethren to snatch him. 

The ghoul’s claws sunk deep into the flesh of the bishop’s back as he screamed. Blood curdling and powerful as he fell to the ground. Ollie, still laying on the floor, cradling her belly in her arms as she watched in horror at the scene. The ghouls devouring the Bishops and Saltarian and Copia fighting to the death. 

The ruckus in the Papal suite had alerted others, crowds of siblings and other clergy members spilling in from the halls. All too shocked and afraid to make a move. Worried that their involvement would seal the wrong person’s fate. Watching as Copia and Saltarian continued to scuffle. The knife dancing between them, always a split hair away from stabbing one or the other. 

Ollie pulled herself up, grateful to a pair of sisters who came to collect her. Surrounded by pieces of what once was the bishops. Covered in theirs and her lover’s blood. Catching Copia’s eyes for a brief moment, her tears once again began to shed. Wondering to herself if this was the last time, he would ever look at her.  

Seeing Ollie was all he needed. The thought of never seeing her again, never holding her again, gave him strength beyond measure. Toppling Saltarian to the ground and hovering over him. Knife raised high as he was ready to strike. 

“You know it's far from over. I am not the only one who wanted the power of the Ministry to be their own.” Saltarian said, spitting up at Copia.  

“Your vitriol nature has done nothing for you. How does it feel to know his son bested you after all.” Copia told him, gloating at the idea. Saltarian made one last stitch effort to get the blade. Punching Copia in the gut as he tried to take it from him. The two men, rolling on the ground over one another–until suddenly they stopped. 

The two of them, looking down to see the blade piercing into Saltarian’s heart. Immediately he began choking. Feeling his death approaching. Every beat of his heart, bringing him closer as he began to bleed out from the inside. 

“This baby will be born, and the Emeritus bloodline will continue…and one day Saltarian, he will become Papa…” Copia began, watching the light starting to fade in Saltarian’s eyes. 

“No…” Saltarian shuddered as Copia pushed the knife in deeper. Twisting it as he spoke, “And long may he reign!”

Epilogue 

A Few Years Later…

As the lights died down on the stage at the last of the Los Angeles shows, Copia remained bowed. His heart pounding in his chest and the thrill of the crowd cheering “Papa” echoing throughout the arena. Never did he imagine his life would be like this. Admired by all and revered by the Ministry. 

It had been so long since his humbler beginnings. The night of his true rise to power was long behind him. Followed swiftly by the sweet embrace of Fatherhood not long after. Becoming Papa, despite it all, in the in between.

Now that he had been in charge for some time, Copia decided that after the Imperatour he would step down. If there was one thing Saltarian got right—was that new blood was needed in the Ministry. Terzo's son—his son, would one day rise to power and until then Copia wanted the Ministry to be helmed by someone else. Copia, knowing he had done all he could there after working to reform things. 

He had worked hard to bring down all those who co-conspired in the deaths of his father and brothers. His mother was forced to step down from her position within the church. Toured for years with Ghost, and helped to foster a new wave of worthy siblings of sin and respectful members of the Clergy. Knowing that now was the time for someone else to lead.

He and Ollie had never been better, raising their little boy to the best of their ability while on the road. Never leaving each other’s side, even now. No longer haunted by the ghosts of the past as they worked to create their own family. A life, a love, something special just for them. 

As he exited the stage, he caught sight of them. The two things he cared about more than anything else, his sweet Ollie and little Giovanni were standing there waiting for him backstage. Juice boxes, held in his pair of small hands as Giovanni went running up to his daddy. Copia, hoisting him up in the air and squeezing him tight in his arms. Ollie, following right behind him, a smile spread wide across her face.

“That was incredible.” Ollie cheered, coming to plant a kiss on Copia’s smeared painted cheek. 

“I should say so, what do you think piccolo? Did daddy do a good job?” he asked Giovanni.

“I loved it!” his son cheered, throwing his arms around Copia. Juice spraying in the air and all over the back of his father’s vestments. Ollie, quickly coming to help try and help clean it up.

“Gio, you need to be more careful.” she told him. Giving him a cheeky look before dapping away at the spill.

“It’s alright cara, I won't be needing them much longer anyways. You know very soon Gio, daddy and mommy are going to take you to the country. Spend some time in the quiet… I feel it's well earned. For all of us.” Copia chuckled, sending Ollie the sincerest of smiles. Ollie was overcome with emotion. So happy to have time to enjoy just each other. The nightmares of the past behind them. She was unable to help but kiss him. Relishing the feel of his lips against hers and the sounds of their son’s giggles as she hummed in contentment. 

“That it is Papa—that it is.”

Notes: 

figlio di puttana- son of a bitch

Piccolo- Little one

[torntoblivion]

my headcanons for genshin characters

includes: kazuha, xiao, ei, shenhe, heizou and shinobu

heizou

heizou is a dog person, he loves to feed the dogs in inazuma and he gets along with them well! definitely would own a dog if he wasn't so busy with detective work.

heizou is the type of guy who would let you do his makeup and paint his nails. he's comfortable with himself and thinks he looks so good with makeup and nail polish on.

heizou is so observant, it's impossible to hide anything from him because he knows all your quirks and the meaning of your facial expressions.

in addition to his observant self, he knows everything about you by heart. your likes, dislikes, favorites and etc.

heizou's favorite joke to make is just going up to you and accusing you of theft. if you ask him what you stole, he'll just give you a kiss then say "my heart."

xiao

xiao has an amazing singing voice but absolutely refuses to sing. if you do catch him singing though, he sounds like an angel.

xiao cuts his hair with his spear, sometimes it gets too long and he doesn't like it when his hair gets in his eyes.

xiao might huff and puff if you ask him to do his eyeliner but he finds your concentrated face so cute that he lets you.

xiao blushes so easily and is so embarrassed about it, his cheeks get so red and warm it's adorable.

he might not say it out loud at first but you soothe the pain of xiao's karmic debt, he feels much more relaxed and comfortable around you.

kazuha

kazuha has a few freckles on his cheeks and nose but they only get visible when he's around the sun for too long.

beidou said sometimes flowers come out of kazuha's mouth when he speaks. due to that when kazuha opens his mouth half of the population just falls for him and he doesn't do it on purpose.

kazuha is the best person to go for advice, he's just so understanding and empathetic so he can give the perfect advice for the situation.

even if you don't want advice, kazuha is great listener and he will listen without interrupting. he's very good at comforting too! his sooting voice and gentle touches are so calming.

when you treat kazuha's burned hand for him, it just warms his heart. he swears his hand hurts less when you take care of it.

ei

ei's chest is sensitive because that's where her soul and power is contained, any touch just sends shivers down her spine.

makoto used to braid ei's hair, that's why she always keeps it in a braid. if you braid her hair, she gets really emotional.

we know ei is a horrible cook but on special occasions, with some help ei would try her hardest to cook your favorite food.

if you're afraid of or disturbed by thunderstorms, ei will calm them down for you.

ei has a soft spot for kids, she can't say no to their puppy dog eyes.

shenhe

shenhe can ice skate, just like in her birthday voice line, shenhe likes to freeze lakes and just skate. she's so elegant too!

shenhe was confused on what people do on spa days but she loved it when you guys tried it together. she enjoyed painting your nails and you painting hers, she was a little weirded out by the face masks but the result was really worth it.

shenhe is the type of girl who would link pinkies together when she's nervous.

don't let shenhe catch anyone who dares to disturb you, i don't think even the traveler couldn't stop her from beating their ass.

shenhe loves making gifts for you, she gets a little nervous when handing them to you but your happy face calms her.

shinobu

shinobu is incredibly ticklish, sometimes itto tries to tickle her but ends up getting his ass kicked.

shinobu gets so used to wearing her mask that she feels a little shy without it. if you take off her mask and give her a nose kiss, she would just melt.

when facing danger, shinobu's first instinct is to get you behind her, she's very protective of you.

shinobu wears glasses when she's reading or studying, glasses really suit her too!

shinobu is a great teacher, she might not the most patient person ever but she tries her best to teach you anything you would like. she loves your concentrated self and if you try to impress her, she would fight the urge to squish your cheeks.

[rainbowwing251]

The Other Chris (Wild Kratts Tickle Fic)

A/N: I can’t. Believe. I’m doing this.

Seriously, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I should not be doing this, but I’m doing it anyway.

So uh… yeah, this is… a thing! It’s a tickle fic for the PBS Kids series Wild Kratts!

I know I said I didn’t want to make tickle content for the show, but truth be told… I really wanted to for… almost as long as I’ve been into the show. The only reason why I decided against it was because I was afraid. Afraid of how the Wild Kratts fandom would see me for making this kind of content. Afraid that the tickling community wouldn’t care about tickle content for this show. Afraid that somehow, someway, the Kratt Brothers themselves would find my content.

But recently, two out of my three fears have been proven false. It turns out that there IS a tickling community for Wild Kratts and that the tickling community as a whole does enjoy the limited amount of tickle content there is for it. I’m still concerned about whether or not the brothers themselves will find it, but I guess I shouldn’t worry about that for now…

This is a long author’s note, and I apologize for that, but before I get onto this fic, I would like to mention that this fic is a collab! This is a collab between myself and @kittyfluffies on Tumblr, whom I may have accidentally dragged into the Wild Kratts fandom with me… oops.

Well, let’s see how this goes! Real quick, this fic takes place shortly after the events of the episode “The Other Martins”!

P.S. Interpret this as Krattcest and I’ll get the sniper rifle. That shit is DISGUSTING.

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Today was a horrible day to be Chris Kratt.

Everything that could go wrong today did go wrong, except for the appearance of one or more of the villains. But would that have been any worse than falling into a pile of rotten apples, nearly being dive bombed by a Purple Martin (multiple times in fact), finding an American Pine Marten, having an American Red Squirrel steal your Creature Power Suit, getting tickled by said squirrel and your brother at the same time, and falling into a body of water, in that order, all on the same day? All while your brother teases you relentlessly the whole time? Chris would argue that this is worse than anything the villains could throw at him and the rest of the Tortuga crew.

He tried to combat his bad luck by calling it a day early to try and think of animals that shared his name, but there was one problem with this plan: he can’t think of a single animal that has “Chris” in its name. Not a single one.

“Come on, there’s gotta be one animal out there with the name Chris that isn’t me…! There has to be…!” he thought as he laid in a bed in the basement of the Tortuga. He had intended to lie in one of the hammocks that was in the central room of the ship, but remembered that none of those were his. They belonged, from top to bottom, to Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy Z, and as much as he would have liked to be in a hammock right now, he didn’t want to risk being scolded for taking a hammock that wasn’t his. That, and he was already feeling irritated by the events of the day and didn’t want to be angered any further, so he chose to isolate himself to try and calm down.

This worked for some time, but eventually, the peace was disturbed by the appearance of someone else.

The moment he heard those footsteps, he knew who it was. And he groaned.

“Oh no…” He should have known that there was no way he would be able to go the rest of the day without seeing the one who was responsible for half of the troubles he faced today, and yet somehow, he thought he would be left alone.

The door to the basement opened, and in came the reason he was even lying here in the first place: his older, mischievous, and sometimes annoying brother, Martin Kratt.

“Hey bro!” he greeted before noticing the look on Chris’s face. He’s seen him direct that face at the villains and sometimes him a couple of times, but something about that expression in this moment seemed… off.

“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“After everything you put me through today? No, absolutely not.”

That upsetted Martin a little bit, but he did understand why he’d feel that way. It didn’t stop him from teasing him a little bit more, however.

“Awww, come on, Chris! You got to see animals that share a name with your bro! Does that not make you happy? Not even a little bit?” he teased, putting his hand on his shoulder and leaning towards his face.

Chris rolled his eyes at his brother’s actions, “Remember when I said that purple martins didn’t annoy me anymore, but this one-” Chris put a finger on Martin’s chest, “-not so much? I meant it.”

“Awww, you’re no fun, bro. I was just messing with you! I wanted you to enjoy The Day of the Martins!”

“Your teasing didn’t help me get my Creature Power Suit back from that red squirrel.”

“But I still got it back!”

Chris sighed and poked his brother again, “You don’t get it, do you?” He was about to lecture his older brother before he heard what sounded like a mix of a giggle and a squeak, “You’re still laughing at my luck, aren’t you?”

“N-no, just watch where you’re poking me!” Martin explained, grabbing Chris’s wrist and pulling it away from him. Chris looked down to see where he had poked him, thinking he had poked him in the chest again, only to realize that he had accidentally poked his brother in the stomach.

Suddenly, he got an idea. An idea on how he could get back at his brother for his merciless teasing.

If he couldn’t think of any animals with Chris in their name, then he’ll have to invent one. One that can give him the power to take revenge on his brother.

“...Chris?” Martin’s concerned voice pulled him out of his thoughts, “You alright?”

A malicious grin formed on Chris’s face, “Chris isn’t here right now.”

Martin raised a brow at his younger brother’s statement, “Huh? What are you talking about, bro? You’re right here! What do you mean you aren’t-”

“Chris. Isn’t. Here. Right now.” The green brother grabbed Martin by his wrists and swiftly pinned him down onto the bed. “Only his alter-ego~”

Upon hearing that teasy tone in his voice, Martin immediately knew what was about to happen. “C-Chris? Can we talk about this…?!”

Chris let out a sinister-sounding chuckle, “I already told you, Chris isn’t here~ Only…” he brought his hands into Martin’s vision and wiggled his fingers.

“W-wait, nohoho! Don’t-!”

“The TICKLE MONSTER!” The younger brother drilled a finger into the other’s armpits, “But right now, you can call me the ‘Other Chris’~”

To Chris’s slight shock, Martin had already burst into a fit of giggles with a few laughs mixed in for good measure.

“Nohohohoho, Chrihihihihs! W-We can tahahahalk about thihihis!”

“Laughing already? And from a single finger in the armpits, no less~? This will be easy~”

The blue brother was already squirming under the ticklish touch, trying and failing to throw Chris off of him.

“Trying to throw me off, are we~? I think that warrants a punishment, wouldn’t you agree~?” Chris ignored the unintentional rhyme and snuck a second wiggling finger into Martin’s armpits, causing his giggles to rise in volume and his squirming to become a little more violent.

“C-Chrihihis nohohohoho! That t-tihihihihihickles!” Martin cried out, his arms coming down in an attempt to protect his armpits, but unfortunately for him, that only served to trap his brother’s fingers in there.

“I told you, I’m not Chris! I am the Other Chris!” The “Other Chris” protested as he broke through the blue Kratt’s defenses to slip a third finger under his arms.

“Chrihihihihis, I knohohohow you’re in thehehehehre!”

“Nope, Chris is nowhere to be found right now, but I promise, he’ll come back once I give him what he wants~”

“Whahahahahahat? What d-dohohohoes he wahahahant?”

Chris gave him the most evil smirk he could muster. “Revenge~” With that, he skipped the fourth step and slipped the last two fingers under Martin’s arms. With all ten fingers tickling him, Martin went from squirming to thrashing uncontrollably, nearly throwing Chris off of him a few times. He’d also started kicking his legs, desperately trying to distract himself from the tingly sensation under his arms.

“NOHOHOHOHO, BROHOHOHOHOHO! C-CUT IT OHOHOHOHOUT!” Martin seemed to nearly scream out as he kept kicking and thrashing for a few more seconds, only stopping when he felt a hand on his ankle.

“Are you trying to kick me~? How rude~!” Chris teased. He was about to stick a hand back under his brother’s arm before he was hit with another idea. Martin, who had squeezed his eyes shut during his laughing fit, opened them and giggled in anticipation. “C-Chrihihihihs?”

The evil grin his brother had on his face nearly made him burst into laughter again.

“You know, Martin… I’m pretty sure it’s not a good idea to kick another person, and yet you tried to kick me anyway. I think it’s time for me to switch spots and teach you another lesson~” 

“Whahahahat?” Martin questioned through his giggles before he felt his shoelaces coming undone. “Whahahaha- hehehehehey! Don’t remove my shoes, plehehehehehese! Chrihihihihis!”

“It’s too late to beg for mercy now, Martin~” Chris slowly pulled both shoes off before slipping a finger into the blue brother’s socks.

“Nononononono dohohohohohon’t! Dohohohon’t do ihihihihit!”

“Do what~?” Chris asked him, pulling one sock off of his foot, “Take your shoes and socks off? Well too bad, I will not stop until you apologize to me… and to Chris~”

“But yohohohou are Chrihihih- NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Martin burst into laughter upon feeling a hand on his bare left foot.

“Laughing already~? This will be easy~” With that, Chris dug in, scribbling his fingers all over the other’s feet. Martin absolutely lost it in response.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO, CHRIHIHIHIHIHIHIS! S-STAHAHAHAHAHP!”

“Begging for mercy again are we~? I don’t remember you giving Chris mercy when he told you to stop, so why should I~?” Chris ribbed, leaning in closer to Martin’s face in an attempt to make the teasing worse for his older brother. Needless to say, it worked like a charm.

“PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEASING MEHEHEHE!”

“And why should I do that~?” the younger brother asked, focusing the tickling on Martin’s arches, a spot he knew was unbearably sensitive to any kind of touch, “Does it tickle more when I tease you~? Does it make you lose all of your strength so you can’t fight back~? Tell me, Martin, does teasing make you weak to tickles~? Even more so than you already are~?” 

Martin’s only response was to throw his head back in uncontrollable laughter before immediately rushing to cover his face with a pillow to muffle himself.

“That was not a response, but I’ll take it anyway~” Chris reacted with a giggle, far too amused by how much his brother was laughing.  “Besides, now that you’re covering your face, you won’t be able to see what I’m doing~”

To prove his point, the younger Kratt suddenly switched from scribbling Martin’s arches to scratching under his toes. Just as he predicted, Martin’s laughter increased in both pitch and volume, though it was muffled a little by the pillow.

“CRIHIHIHIHS NOHOHO-MMMPH!” The older Kratt had lifted the pillow a little to plead for Chris to have mercy on him, but he had to cut himself off by pulling the pillow back over his face because he was afraid his laughter would alert someone upstairs.

“You brought this on yourself, Martin~ All you had to do was get Chris’s vest back without tickling him, but nope, you couldn’t resist~”

Chris looked down to return his focus to Martin’s feet when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bright green disc in one of Martin’s shoes. For the third time that day, he was hit with an evil idea. He slowed the tickling under Martin’s toes to a stop and waited for him to catch his breath.

“Hey Martin~”

“A-are you fihihihinally going to have mercy on mehehehe…?” Martin let out his after-giggles and slowly lifted the pillow off of his face. Chris grinned a little at seeing the bright pink blush on his brother’s face, a clear indication that this was a job well done so far. He nearly laughed when he saw his eyes widen in horror.

“T-that’s…!”

Chris let out the most malicious laugh he could muster. “The Pine Marten Power Disc~” He then leaned in towards Martin again. “I think you know what I’m going to do with this, but first, I need to find a pine marten~”

The other Martin tried to snatch the Power Disc out of his brother’s hands, but Chris just dodged each attempt effortlessly.

“Now… how am I going to keep you from escaping…?” Chris pondered, realizing that he had not considered the possibility of using an animal’s Creature Powers to tickle Martin. At that moment, both brothers heard the door to the basement open.

“What’s going on down here? I thought I heard someone laughing…” Aviva walked into the room and spotted the brothers. Martin’s blush deepened into a dark shade of red while Chris’s face turned a bright pink, just like his brother’s face was a few seconds ago. The blush quickly faded from the green brother’s face when he realized that the answer to his question had just caught them in the act.

“Aviva, keep him pinned down for me, will you?”

“Huh…?” Aviva was very confused, but upon seeing the tears of mirth in the corners of Martin’s eyes combined with the blush and residual giggles, she quickly caught on to what was going on, “Ohhh, I see~ Sure thing, Chris~”

“I’m not Chris, I’m the Other Chris!”

Aviva couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that, “Whatever you say, ‘Other Chris’~”

Chris elected to ignore the sudden embarrassment that welled up within him upon hearing Aviva’s teasing words and walked out of the basement to go find his “partner” in crime. As soon as he left, Aviva turned to face the flustered mess of a Kratt brother on the bed.

“Hehehehey Avivahahaha…!”

She couldn’t help but giggle at him, “Chris got you good, didn’t he~?”

“Yeahahaha, and he’s not even dohohohne yet!” Martin answered as the remaining after giggles slowly subsided. “You’ll get me out of here, rihihight…?”

“Hmm…” The inventor pretended to ponder his question before she pinned him down, just as Chris asked her to, “Nope~ Don’t want to get on Chris’s- sorry, ‘Other Chris’s’- bad side~”

Martin’s giggles quickly returned as he realized there was no hope of escape, “Nohohohoho! I mehehehehehean, I geheheht it, but nohohohoho!”

“No what, Martin~? Do you want me to get on your brother’s bad side~? On ‘Other Chris’s’ bad side~? After everything he did to you~?” Aviva smirked at the blue Kratt’s sudden laughing fit, “No way~! If you can’t handle his tickle skills, how do you expect me to handle them~?”

Before Martin could respond (if he would’ve been able to answer at all given how hard he was laughing), both he and Aviva heard the sound of a Creature Power Suit being activated upstairs, followed by the sound of quiet footsteps approaching the door to the basement.

Aviva couldn’t help but let out an evil chuckle as she saw her pinned victim’s eyes widen in horror, “Looks like your time is running out, Martin~”

“NOHOHOHOHO!”

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The whole time Aviva was teasing his brother, Chris had entered the main room of the Tortuga to find a pine marten. As soon as the door opened and he stepped inside, he finally allowed himself to break character.

“Phew… keeping up a fake persona is tiring… but oh is it worth it~” Chris thought to himself, “Let’s see… is there a pine marten in here…?”

Chris looked around the room and noticed that two certain crew members were nowhere to be found. “Koki and Jimmy aren’t here…? That’s a little odd…”

Before he could further question their whereabouts, his eyes landed on a pine marten that was sitting in Aviva’s desk chair. Chris grinned, “But right now, I need the help of my ‘partner’ in crime~”

He made sure to carefully approach the pine marten so as not to scare it away before he put on his Creature Power Suit and took Martin’s Pine Marten Power Disc out of his left pocket.

“Hey there! Li’l Marty, was it?” Chris asked the little creature as it turned to look at him, “Well I’ll need your help to get revenge on Big Marty~”

He put his gloves on. He was finally ready to enact the last part of his plan.

“Insert Pine Marten Power Disc!”

He put one gloved finger on the pine marten.

“Touch pine marten!”

He pressed the central button on his vest, and…

“Activate pine marten powers!"

The suit activated, and within seconds, he had become a pine marten.

“Haha, I finally got the chance to use pine marten powers! But I’ll have to test out the pine marten’s hunting tricks some other time. I have a more important prey to devour downstairs~”

Chris ran out the door and down the steps to the basement.

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He made it to the bottom of the stairs, but waited a moment before entering the basement to listen to the pure terror that found its way into Martin’s laughter.

“Did he hear me activate my Creature Power Suit?” Chris wondered before smirking, “Good.”

He finally entered the room to see Aviva holding down a hysterical Martin, but while they did hear the sound of the door opening and looked to see if he was there, they failed to look down towards the floor, where he actually was.

“Look down here~”

Aviva looked down and giggled upon both seeing him and hearing Martin shriek out a “AVIHIHIHIVA, LET ME GOHOHOHOHO!” She just ignored him and greeted Chris.

“There you are Ch- Other Chris!” she corrected herself.

“You see what my plan is now, Aviva~?”

“Sure do~ Want me to stay here, or do you want me to leave you to it?”

Chris tried to think about his response, but couldn’t hear his own thoughts over the sound of his brother’s uncontrollable laughter. Out of playful spite, he decided, “Leave him to me~”

Aviva nodded, “Okay then~ Sorry Martin, but it looks like you’ll be stuck with him for a bit longer~ See you later… if you’re still alive that is~” She released said Kratt from her grasp before walking out of the door and heading back upstairs. The whole time she was walking away, Martin was pleading for her to reconsider and help him escape, but it was futile. She and Chris had already made their decisions.

Martin’s laughter had subsided a little after the inventor left, but he still had a hard time controlling himself, especially when he looked at his younger brother sitting on the floor. Watching. Waiting there. Menacingly.

“C-Chrihihihihihs? Hellohohohoho?”

Chris leered at him, “Are you ready for the grand finale, Martin~?”

“Nohohohohoho, nohohot at ahahahahahahall!”

“Well too bad~”

The green pine marten ran over to one of the legs near the foot of the bed, climbed up it, and ran across Martin’s body to get to his neck. The whole time he ran across his brother’s torso and ribs, he dragged his tail behind him, intentionally tickling him and sending him into another fit of laughter.

“H-hehehehehehey, wahahahahahatch the taihihihihihil!”

“What do you mean? I was watching my tail!” Chris snuck up to Martin’s ear before he spoke again, “I was watching it tickle you~”

He could feel Martin shiver as he brought his now-free hands up to his ears to cover them up. Unfortunately for him, the ears were the last spot his brother had in mind.

While his hands were up and covering his ears, Chris made his way to his neck and stood dangerously close to the collar of his shirt.

He could practically feel the heat radiating off his brother’s skin as he took note of the blush that had managed to spread from Martin’s face to his neck. He saw the tips of his ears through his fingers and noticed that they even had a tinge of red on them. He didn’t know his older brother could get this flustered!

“You ready~?” He asked teasingly, knowing full well what Martin’s answer was going to be.

“N-nohohohoho! Chrihihihis, d-dohohohon’t do ihihit!”

Chris couldn’t help the smug grin that made its way onto his face, though he didn’t turn to show it to his brother, “Too bad~ Here we go~!”

He stuck his head into the collar of Martin’s shirt, slowly inching his way in. He was only a few inches in when he suddenly pulled himself out and began sniffing at the blue Kratt’s neck. Martin was in no way prepared for this sudden change and nearly let out a squeal as he desperately tried to move his head from side to side to get his brother��s face away from his neck.

“H-hehehehehehey, don’t sniff my nehehehehck!” I-I dohohohon’t smehehehell!”

“That’s not what I’m going for, Martin~ I’m just here to make you laugh, and unless you apologize for what you did to Chris today…” Chris moved down to where Martin’s blush ended on his neck and went right back to sniffing, “You better prepare yourself~”

“I-I cahahahahahahn’t!”

“You can’t apologize? And here I thought you knew basic manners~”

The green pine marten stayed at Martin’s neck for a few more seconds before the sniffing came to an end. However, while his brother had his guard down, Chris quickly zipped into his shirt and ran across his stomach over and over again.

Martin’s only response to the sneak attack was a squeal so loud that it nearly stunned Chris. While he knew that the walls of the Tortuga are rather thick, he highly doubted that Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy were unable to hear that squeal, even if they were outside of the ship.

“CHRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! I-I CAN’T- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Huh? What was that, Martin~? I can’t understand you, you’re laughing too hard~” Chris taunted as he kept up the pace and continued to race around on his brother’s torso. He dragged his tail behind him once again, swishing it back and forth to make it tickle even more, and even stopped running a few times to pretend to use it like a paintbrush on Martin’s navel, which nearly resulted in him getting pushed out of his shirt by his hands. It didn’t take long for Chris to notice that Martin’s squirming and pushing was gradually fading, a tell-tale sign that he was nearly at his limit.

“Ready to say sorry yet~?”

“Y-YEHEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHEHEEHS! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORY! CHRIHIHIHIHIS, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!”

The moment Martin said sorry, Chris brought the tickles to a halt and carefully climbed out of his sibling’s shirt, doing his best to not make any of his steps tickle him any further.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it~?” Chris teased him one last time before he hopped off of him and onto the floor, waiting for his giggly mess of a brother to catch his breath and calm down.

“T-thahahahaht… that wahahahahs evihihihihil…!”

“Good~ That’s what I was going for~ So next time, when you try to bully your brother for an entire day, remember… I will be here to tickle you until you apologize to him for your behavior~” With that, Chris stood up, said, “Deactivate!” and reverted back to his normal appearance and personality.

“You okay, bro?” he asked and held out his hand, worried that he might have taken his tickly punishment a bit too far.

“Y-yeah…” Martin breathed out, taking his younger brother’s hand and letting himself be pulled up into a sitting position. “Just give me a few more seconds to breathe…”

After two deep breaths, he got up off of the bed and stood next to his brother, “Do you think the crew heard me squeal…?”

“Only one way to find out! Come on, let’s see if they’re upstairs!”

A light pink blush returned to Martin’s face, but nonetheless, he went upstairs with Chris into the main room of the Tortuga. When the door opened, they were greeted with the sight of Aviva waiting in front of the big computer, while Koki and Jimmy were at their desks, having turned to face the brothers.

“So…” Aviva started with a smirk, “Who’s going to explain that loud squeal we heard downstairs~?”

Martin’s blush turned a dark red, while Chris just stood there, trying to look as though he had no idea what she was talking about.

“I’m not an expert on human noises, but I don’t think that squeal belonged to any of us.”

“Certainly didn’t come from me! I’d know my own squeals anywhere!” Jimmy responded to Koki’s comment, completely unaware of the engineer creeping up behind him until he heard a, “Boo!”

“AAAAAAH!” Jimmy didn’t squeal, but he did indeed scream and bolted behind Koki and her chair. Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at his panicked reaction.

“Hehehe, I think that’s enough to prove that it wasn’t him~” She then turned her attention back to the brothers, “Sooooooo~?”

The light pink blush Martin had the entire time turned a dark red again as his embarrassment grew, and even Chris couldn’t fight the faint pink blush on his cheeks as he tried his best to play it cool and pretend that he didn’t understand her.

No one said anything for a few seconds, then the blue Kratt finally spoke up, “I-It was me… and I’ve got to admit, Chris is a surprisingly good tickler if he got me to squeal that loud!” Martin quickly regained his usual energy and peered at his brother, who just looked at him with a confused expression.

“Huh? What are you talking about, bro? I didn’t tickle you!”

Martin gave him a “you’re really doing this?” look and decided to play along, “No, that was totally you, Chris, I swear!”

“No way! I’m not as good at tickling people as you are!”

“I think I remember hearing your voice teasing me into oblivion! I’d know your voice anywhere, bro!”

“I’m not good at teasing, either! Martin, I swear, you’re confusing me with someone else!”

For a moment, Koki and Jimmy thought that they were having a genuine argument over a supposed tickle attack, but when Aviva gave them a knowing grin, they immediately caught on to what was really happening.

“Nope, that was totally you! And you know what~?” Martin’s voice turned teasy out of nowhere as he brought his hands up into Chris’s view, wiggling his fingers, “I was lying when I said I was sorry~”

“Huh? Wha-” The younger brother was initially confused before spotting the wiggly fingers that were slowing approaching him, “W-wait, Martin noooOOOOHOHOHOHO DOHHOHOHOHON’T!” He immediately cracked when he felt his older brother’s fingers on his sides, ribs, and belly. It didn’t take for him to try to fall to the floor to escape the ticklish hell that was unleashed upon him, but unfortunately, Martin had followed him down, never stopping his assault.

“Haha, revenge sure is sweet!” Martin cheered, “Okay, I was sort of lying when I said I wasn’t sorry, I did feel bad for you, but right now, I care more about getting my revenge~”

Chris could only laugh and try to curl up as he felt Martin’s hand close in on the center of his stomach, but he managed to trap his hands there instead, sealing his tickly fate.

Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh along as they watched the chaos unfold in front of them.

“Hehe, these boys will never change, will they~?”

[pan-gaa]

My problem with the BL industry -part 1-

Where do we draw the line?

I want to start this by saying I myself have been a BL fan for many years, I just want to share my thoughts on the issues cultivated by this industry in the eyes of a queer man. I want to focus on the sexualization of “toxic” more so abusive relationships that are portrayed. Because the manwha Jinx is one of the most popular BLs at the moment and it fits as an example of my point, I’ll be speaking a little bit about it.

What was the purpose of the BL genre? Well for women it was a media that served as escapism since most mature media was very much male oriented. Women could not feel connected to the characters portrayed only to please men’s disturbing fantasies. Between the impossible body standards and the clear lack of regard for the woman autonomy it isn’t a surprise that women felt quite disconnected from 18+ media. That’s when an adult genre came to fruition, 18+ media for women by women but no woman was portrayed in these stories in fact the main focus was relationships between 2 men. The disconnect from societal pressures helped woman enjoy 18+ content without feeling guilt or disgust. But how a genre created to disconnect toxic attributes in media became just that but for another demographic? Now the people on the other end of this discomfort are queer people, not only gay men. Romanticizing dangerous power dynamics, dubious consent, sexualizing toxic stereotypes,infantilization ect. The list goes on of all real life issues that the queer community deal with but are nothing but entertainment within this genre.

Not all BLs are bad! Im very aware since again I am quite the fan of some but this is more me criticizing the industry per se. The problem is that toxicity sells, what companies want is to sell and that opens the doors for people to make more toxicity for whatever their reasons. All that moves us to where we are today were we have one the most popular current themes being Stockholm syndrome and how it is hot. I’ve been seeing myself how I have been dropping more series than I have finished, I kept getting hit with more and more of this toxic clichés. It was like I was playing bingo and hoping I didn’t win, I would get so excited for stories that did the bare minimum and yet those were hard to find which has made my current experience quite exhausting. Of course I’m no longer the teen who would let anything pass because “hot characters” and even more hot scenes but now as an adult that just doesn’t cut it anymore. Showing toxic situations in media on its own is not the problem but it is the context in which they are shown, these are not cautionary tales but “love stories” the intent is for you to root for those characters. Not only is the relationships an issue but the way they portray queer people overall, the disrespect for bisexual people, trans people and lesbians in some of these stories is quite appalling since these are suppose to be queer stories. I think this says a lot about the industry and some of the artists involved, before it could maybe be used as an excuse the lack of knowledge but to me that no longer holds in the age of the internet.

Now I’ll like to mention one of the stories I’ve personally been a little tired of seeing, Jinx. I was quite interested in the manwha when it was announced, as I’ve mentioned before I’m all about the visuals and seeing the improvement of the artist was endearing. I’m aware the BL is still ongoing but I have read BJ Alex which can add a little context on how the artist manages their stories. This is not a personal diss on the artist or those who are reading the story, I just think with all these kinds of popular stories we gotta ask ourselves, Where do we draw the line? Jinx is your typical story of the protagonist being someone that went thru trauma and has to spent their whole life trying to pay some insane debt, then comes the romantic interest being a famous rich person with an unchecked personality disorder that takes advantage of the power dynamic and uses the protagonist to his convenience. It is quite an overdone premise and in this story we see it as a black listed physical therapist and a famous athlete, the protagonist Dan appears to act like an Angel while Jaekyung keeps bullying him and using him for other acts. The story so far has been quite literally only this, and you see in the comments people hoping for a redemption arc for Jaekyung, at some point in this story readers have to realize that a good ending would be Dan leaving this situation but unfortunately I don’t have much hope for that. Jinx is not the only story doing this but it is one of the most popular at the moment, we also have stories like Painter Of The Night which is literally the love story between a kidnapper and his victim.

BL is a genre that can be enjoyed by anyone yet it seems like lately it can become queer stories but not for queer people but more so toxic fantasies put onto another group of people that also have to fight for their own respect. It’s perfectly fine to enjoy good ol 18+ media that is morally grey or maybe somewhat toxic but when an industry gains so much money on portraying real issues as unserious fantasies so continuously, I think it’s time we ask ourselves as the readers; When is it too much? When does it get disrespectful to the people it’s portraying? Where do we draw the line?

[ganymedesclock]

What is your favorite incarnation of Princess Zelda in the whole franchise?

This is a little tricky to say, because I'll be honest; one thing I tend to do is take characters like Link and Zelda as kind of cumulative? Every version of Zelda has relevance and every version of Link has relevance to each other.

(this is why I can never get my brain around Linked Universe, though absolutely no ill will to those who create and enjoy it)

But all that said I'll stop waffling and point to Tetra from Wind Waker, and Breath of the Wild's Zelda, for very different reasons. I think this is in no small amount because for me, they are the First and Last Zeldas- at least, as of this writing. Wind Waker was the very first Zelda title I ever played, which makes it more formative for me than the deservedly iconic Ocarina of Time- I encountered OoT as an adult after having grown up with hours and hours of Wind Waker.

Tetra is, IMO, one of the most proactive Zeldas we get in the series. Even if she's a child, she seems more worldly and mature than even some of the young adult Zeldas. I love that cheeky wink that she has and I'd adore it to come back as a character quirk for Zelda, though I understand why not; ever since Twilight Princess we've had a run of Zeldas who pretty clearly haven't felt much like winking.

Tetra manages to be a spitfire without hitting too many "stereotypical girlboss" type qualities; she doesn't feel like she's proving anything about how a girl can fight or whatever. She's a powerful, authoritative leader; we watch her quickly and decisively make plans, and I feel like she sort of sets the prototype for the canny, calculating ally we get in Twilight Princess in Midna (who is, to this day, my all-time favorite Buddy Character)

The scene in the bomb shop where Tetra spots Link but pretends she didn't is a standout favorite, as is the conversation she has with him right before Helmaroc drops in- specifically, when she says, "don't you have something else to worry about?" and points upward. Tetra's casual relationship with danger, and her obvious astuteness and intensity is great. I like that she doesn't really feel like our friend until we've earned it- the same qualities that make her a good leader also make her kind of scary and aloof. Again, she feels like the prototype for Midna in a lot of ways and Midna's the only helper who has an unapologetically selfish agenda.

I don't think it's a good thing to just, bully Link (because he takes a lot of crap from his co-stars) but it's nice to feel like someone is actively setting standards with Link that he has to live up to.

Tetra feels like she's using that aspect of Wisdom for her own designs, and until Link earns her trust, it'll actually work against him. Even if their goals are similar enough they don't really compete, if not for the curse Tetra would absolutely have made good on her word and blasted the back off Outset Island and demanded Nayru's Pearl for herself.

Which makes it brutal when Tetra absolutely gets the knees kicked out from under her by the revelation of- almost literally- the one piece of wisdom she couldn't have. The smart, seafaring tough girl is completely laid low by the revelation she "is Zelda" and has to be "as Zelda" and it takes the entire second act of the game and a kidnapping for her to rebuild that confidence.

It's why I always felt deeply disturbed by Spirit Tracks Zelda and how she's scared of rats and so obviously sheltered, has been led to believe that it's "a family tradition" for Zelda to wait passively for the hero as if her own grandmother only waited because she was forced to, and regretted it the second she got her feet back under her. It feels like Cole's manipulations, or, worse, that Tetra's children betrayed what she stood for and things only even worked out as well as they could because despite everything, Cole couldn't completely crush Zelda's spirit.

And speaking of crushed spirits...

BotW Zelda is just about the opposite in every way. While she's no less intelligent than Tetra, she's running in survival mode. And that, I think, is the kicker- I don't think any version of Zelda is stupid. I think many of them are just doing the best they can with a horrible situation.

BotW Zelda lived most of her life in futility. The brilliance that makes Tetra a shrewd, calculating person is reflected here in the most destructive way possible. I'm endlessly haunted by the cutscene of her standing at one of the shrines, musing in frustration that there has to be some kind of backdoor, there always is- a cutscene we only see after we know that Ganondorf was able to level Hyrule in this game because of the existence of that exact backdoor.

Zelda reached out and knocked on the walls of Ganon's prison long before he ever moved to attack, and thought nothing of it, because she is just a stupid girl who can't do anything right.

Where Skyward Sword Zelda is broken by the memory of Hylia, and how Hylia does not appear to have perceived any meaningful distinction in where she ended and Zelda began, BotW Zelda yearns for that cruelty. She begs the statue of Hylia to at least "tell [her] what's wrong with [her]", while being brutally cut down by her father at every single turn.

(Sorry, Rhoam. Whatever your intentions or fears, what you did to your daughter was abuse, flat-out)

If Tetra knows exactly who she is until the floor is dropped out from underneath her, BotW Zelda is the opposite; she spends so long mired in doubts and misery that the ultimate culmination of her power is the saddest possible epiphany- it's just being in so much of a crisis that nothing she does matters anymore. It's the soul equivalent of hysteric strength and I cannot begin to imagine the muscles she tore within herself to maintain that for a hundred years.

And even then, it's clear in her telepathic communications to Link she is still so sorry, still feeling so pathetic and helpless. Swimming in the Malaise, seemingly largely without lucidity, she might as well still be kneeling in a shrine begging a stone to talk to her; just instead of a statue, she's across from a screaming, wrathful, self-ascended god not speaking any language she understands.

But when I say "I think Zelda is cumulative" it's with the fact of, no matter how different Tetra and Zelda seem from each other... Tetra would make so much sense to BotW's Zelda. Everything Zelda wishes she was- such a badass you don't even take a lack of power for granted. There IS a backdoor, and it's called having a fuck-off galleon with big old fuck-off guns and a bunch of burly men who will heed your word. Despite being "a nobody" who forgot her royal lineage entirely to survive, Tetra rules like a queen on the high seas- besides the ghost ship and a few sunken wrecks we don't see a boat anywhere near the size of Tetra's pirate vessel and a portrait in Hyrule Castle unsubtly paints her crew as directly analogous to the retainers and court that her ancient ancestor commanded. She fearlessly requisitions one of the most expensive shops on Windfall Island and faces no consequences.

If Ganondorf pities her, it's that she's the queen of such a small, empty world- subtextually threaded into his comments to Link, how much he sees himself in both of them at that point, as he was also once the highly-skilled sovereign of a wasteland that hampered his ambitions like a tiger in a cage.

BotW and Wind Waker are both apocalypses, but they seem to reflect different forms of apocalypse. Wind Waker is an apocalypse of clarity, arguably; Tetra is nearly a fully-actualized Wisdom Bearer and one of the most bold and powerful Zeldas despite a lack of holy magic- she quite frankly doesn't need it, and uses the light arrows Link himself acquired elsewhere. The sacred regalia is just another treasure to plunder from a blind ocean. More than in any other game, Ganondorf speaks to Link and Tetra, and explains who he is- and wonders who they are, even in anger. Before the final fight, he even expresses a willingness to leave them alone if he's able to restore Hyrule- a pretty strong statement considering his curse voiced in OoT and echoed (preempted?) by Demise in Skyward Sword. There was so much clarity at the antediluvian end that the cycle very nearly stopped there, with the end of Ganondorf's anger.

BotW, despite being a fuller, more 'flourishing' world in all ways- the bounty of Hyrule's landscape even in decline is a direct contrast to the fishless Great Sea- is an apocalypse of amnesia. Zelda doesn't know who she is. She has no foundation to operate with confidence on. It's not a lack of intelligence, and it's not a lack of skill, and it's not a lack of craftsmanship. It's some intangible thing that she grapples furiously with and even at the end of the game she tiredly communicates that she has no control over it, and calling it once in a blind panic that somehow lasted a century without aging her means nothing- that power vanished and left her just where she started.

She remains a flower that can't be saved, such that the only thing that can be done for it is abandon it and hope, which is exactly what happened during the calamity. And yes, that flower was strong enough... but at what cost? It came with no understanding. Ganondorf is absent for BotW, acting by proxy from somewhere deep underground. We are faced with distorted, faceless echoes of Ganondorf, the Calamity and Blights, shadows in the water, and his thinking and his motives are completely ambiguous. With the name of the triforce being seemingly forgotten entirely in BotW, all of its bearers are lost in different ways:

The identity, autonomy, personality, of the bearer of Power has been buried and subsumed such that his blood boils out of cracks in the rock screaming that it will not be subjugated but the contents of his words are lost.

The bearer of Courage fatally overtaxes himself, because in a do-or-die moment he dies anyway, and cannot accept it, surviving at the cost of almost everything else that matters. At the end of it all, the person he spent everything to save timidly asks him if he even remembers who she is.

And the bearer of Wisdom, thwarted by an inability to put the pieces together, not because she's any stupider or weaker than her predecessors but because so much of the puzzle has been destroyed she can't know what's missing. Who knows, Zelda! Maybe, like Tetra, you have only half of the triforce of wisdom and should be tearing all over creation looking for small golden triangles! You can't know that, because you don't seem to know what the triforce is anymore or what that light in your hand means!

[ctheathy]

Yandere The Angel headcanons

Yandere The Angel x Reader

Yandere Headcanons [SFW]

It may come off as slightly out of character to those who have dove deeper into his persona, but I wish to tell you; that was exactly what I was going for. I could easily just write him down as some barbarian who does nothing more than take the lives of those around you, but where’s the fun in that? That might as well be his neutral form without any of the romance included. I enjoy writing for unique aspects in yandere aus, and this just so happens to be my own.

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

General toxicity • Yanderes • Depression • Descriptions of Insanity • Su!c!de mention • Slight death+murder detail • Sadistic behaviour [Only from the Angel ,, Not directed torwards darling] • Possessiveness • Superiority complex • Narcissism • Fascination with death • Guilt tripping • Worship

At first glance, the Angel seems like a very ... Complex character. He’s sadistic, cruel, barbaric and very much disrespectful to those who have passed on to the next life; showing no sorrow in their deaths and feeling the need to mock those who are on the verge of it. Much of the characteristics that would be considered a whole lot more reasonable for quite the opposite than the angelic form they take on. All of that and proportionally for little to no reason behind it either. He simply enjoys the things that he does for the thrill of it, having zero remorse in the matter whatsoever ... But there’s an aspect I haven’t seen anybody remorselessly think nor talk about just yet. One that not only has the capability of breaking some of those inhumane personality traits down, but in causing his yandere tendencies to show up. It’s time we take a look far into the future, one much further than any given screentime could ever be.

Over the years he starts to grow bored of his targets. As there's heavily implied that the Angel is very much self aware and has the capability of interacting with future victims of either suicidal reasonings, near death experiences, due to them being on the verge of the afterlife to begin with or himself simply shooting the brains out of them out of satisfaction; any potential survivors after having met the Angel would have likely lost their lives by him not all too long after or have fallen into complete insanity by the relentless and nonstopping disturbing presence alone.

Most assumptions on meeting this considered holy being would likely either move torwards fearing it for their lives, the realisation setting in that it holds the power to literally end anyone’s life they desire to take; or instead going as far to worship the divine appearance, viewing it as a sign of hope and good luck, doing anything it requests in order to keep this mere delusion of themselves living and holding no limits in order to do so, to the point where in the end the only considered thing blessing for them would be the mental institution taking them in. And although these occurrences used to be delightful for him, The Angel has rarely ever experienced anything else. All it takes is one little difference in behaviour what would be more than enough to set him off. Foreignness filling his veins and a feeling of curiosity and desire starting to bloom inside of him.

I cannot help but enjoy the thought of the Angel craving nothing but normality for once in a while. Messing with people on the boundary of life and death is fun. Heck, even toying with the mortal’s emotions shall remain enjoyable and very much so entertaining for the Angel, but it’s important to remember that it’s all he’s ever used to. The Angel holding younger//childish characteristics and curious desires makes it only obvious their ways shall become atleast somewhat boring to them over time. He gets tired of everything being in constant repeat. He wants--no he needs something else to keep his own cravings intact eventually.

Am I implying that the Angel has been a ticking time bomb all along?

Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going after.

When treating him as some equal, neutral entity; almost like he didn’t just take somebody’s life right in front of you, he’s close to feeling offended in a way. He understands he speaks and looks like any other human being would minus the common angelic features, but surely you should have gotten the hint by now that he’s on a much higher level than any of you mortals could ever be. But instead you ... Don’t. Or either just do not care about the Angel’s position as the assistant of literal Death himself in the slightest, which both wouldn’t be all too far out of reach for your case, but this instead makes him feel absolutely outraged and severely taken aback; rather close to just making the presumption that your sanity levels had already been long gone to begin with. No other human has ever treated him the same way you have, so what was the deal with you here? You’re definitely on the border of weird in his opinion, but also intrusively compelling, which is exactly where this unwanted obsession of his would make a start.

No matter how the two of you would have met, the Angel wouldn’t want you dead like he might have had in plan beforehand. Due to how dull his life had been, it’s only obvious he would have easily noticed how much more alive he’s gotten after your sudden arrival in his life, it’s likely been hundreds of years since he’s felt this way--no- Even generally speaking, he felt better than he’s ever had. If anything, all those damned years can go to waste for all he cares. You’ve become his main and likely only source of happiness at this point, and although he would never show nor admit to this in any case, he’s been just as miserable as those occasional mortals suffering from depression in all those years.

Yet would the one struggling with similar issues be his darling, he’d be a whole lot less reasonable among his entire circle of life perspective, casting it aside in hopes of them listening to his childlike, yet genuine pleads for their beating heart. Quite literally guilt tripping you in the process, having zero problem nor shame in forcing out a few crocodile tears in order to keep you on your feet properly. He’s had a mindset that could usually only be considered as insensitive and apathetic; finding any kinds of suffering viewed as pleasant, and although he still truly is torwards any other human being out there, he could never wish the same upon his darling, no matter how natural it may feel for him.

Despite how the normal Angel would be fairly careless with his victims, just trying to get the job done with and not feeling any particular way when doing so, yandere Angel gains a habit of becoming a whole lot more ... Aggressive torwards any rivals of his that might pop up. Despite having a seemingly small image and usually just going for the gun to do the job for him, the Angel would have no problem literally ripping apart whoever with bare hands, tearing off the chunks of flesh of anybody unlucky enough to grab your attention. And may they have the convenience to survive? Well- A few or thirty stabs and knife wounds on the body would surely do the trick instead. Although he’d usually be one to show these through childish acts and mannerisms, his possessive nature has become him to be a whole lot more emotionally expressive with his true emotions among the circumstances of the situation.

For something more on the romantic side, I can see him being a severely overprotective, teasing, cunning and sarcastic, yet perhaps somewhat needy being torwards his darling. On a more immature note, he’d likely also be one to throw childish fits when not getting what he desires, even lack of attention for the day causing his mood to sour greatly. He’s an entity that’s lacked any kinds of normal connections, as some would say it, so having gained one through you would make him quite the clingy saint; always hovering around you throughout your usual routines and holding your side close at the seemingly worst moments along the day. He’s also one to wrap you around in his wings, who unsurprisingly, are fairly soft, feeling much like those of doves would, yet also fluffy in a way. He’d also use this technique when feeling particularly jealous in any of your daily moments together. Any potential threats and unwanted observation being given shall learn what it’s like to have a bullet be shot through their foreheads.

The Angel has chosen you as the muse of his life and he’ll go to severe extends to show the entire world that if he has to, feeling the need to wrap you up and keep you away from any of their horrendous behaviours and thinking that could potentially rub their ways off on you. You’re the true angel in his eyes. You’ve saved him of a lifelong fate that no other could have considerably freed him from. He finds himself being an unstable wreck before all that and it’s only then when just the wrong darling shows up

who knows how long he has the capability of following them around before he’ll snap?

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Seven

Lucille: I think I'll be fine without either-

Gardio: With the way your leg is, now, you might hurt yourself further. Is that such a wise decision?

Lucille: *looks down in consideration* I've suffered worse but if you insist, Dad...

Gardio: Then it's settled. *shuts his book with both hands more ceremoniously than he intended* I'll help you down the stairs. *to Ma with a worried look* Please help her in the bathroom especially...

Lucille: *doesn't know why either of them are fussing over her- she's had worse injuries than this... but she's not going to fight them either, especially if it's her dad*

Ma: (Reaches out and rests a hand on Gardios shoulder with a firm nod and a reassuring smile) “Of course.” (Says it with her eyes that she’ll keep Lucille safe from herself to further ease the worried father)

Gardio: *firm, understanding nod at the look she gives him*

Ma: (To Lucille) “Do you have any preference for aromatherapy scents? Or any that you don’t like?”

Lucille: *makes a disgusted face* As long as it's not anything mimicking a desert or fruit. *hates those artificial sweet scents with a passion. Unless it's honey or oatmeal, then she doesn't touch the stuff*

Ma: “Alright then my dear, I’ll go set the preparations in motion.” (Squeezes Gardios shoulder before marching off back down the stairs to prepare the bath and gather all the supplies. She starts by turning on the bath to fill it up with warm water and bubbles from a gentle soap then brings in a chair for Lucille to sit on right besides the bathtub. Then she goes to gather fresh herbs and everything else they’ll need)

Teshteal: *cleaned up the mess in the diningroom and kitchen and now running out to the farm to check on the animals*

Donovan and Joyce: (Still talking in the room)

Jasmine: (Hasn’t stopped writing- she’s literally writing down her whole dream word for word and getting each little detail down from how she felt and what she thinks her abusers thought in that moment)

Teshteal: *making sure the cows are out enjoying the day in the pasture*

Livestock: (Are lazily munching on their special fodder that’s brought in so they don’t eat too much radioactive grass)

Milly: (Curious about the strange gremlin man in the pen so she struts up to him and tries to sniff him with a little moo)

Gardio: *watches Ma leave then gets up and bends with his back to Lucille* Climb on. I'll carry you down the stairs.

Lucille: *soft huff then reluctantly wraps her arms around his shoulders*

Gardio: *makes sure she's nice and secure. Soft chuckle* This takes me back...

Lucille: *embarrassed* I'm not five anymore, Dad.

Gardio: *climbing down already* I know, sweetie. *takes her to the bathroom*

Ma: (As she reenters the bathroom with an arm full of stuff) (To Gardio) “You can set your daughter down on the chair. And if you wish, it’s a lovely day outside and you can go out on the back patio or the roof to get some fresh air.” (Bends down and add oats into the bath to make the water feel like silk along with several sprinkles of dried flowers. She then throws in a generous amount of epson salt and a natural lavender oil to add a pleasant scent)

Gardio: *nods and sets Lucille down on the chair. Smiles graciously over at Ma* I think I will go to the back patio to enjoy the weather. *doesn't want to disturb Nick or Jas*

Teshteal: Oh- Hello there... *tentatively reaches out his hand for the cow to sniff*

Milly: (Sniffs Teshteals hand with her big wet nose, giving a small lick of approval)

Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at the approving lick. Carefully reaches out and tenderly pets the bridge of her muzzle*

Ma: (Hangs up a towel and robe for Lucille to use later, smiling back) “Feel free to grab a cool drink from the fridge to take with you.” (Leans over to place a bath pillow in the tub so Lucille will be more comfortable laying back)

Gardio: Will do...! *smiles and waves as he leaves. He heads to the fridge and pours himself a nice cool glass of tarberry water*

Ma: (Smiles and waves back, closing the door behind him before turning to Lucille) “Does the water feel okay to you, love? Need any adjustments?”

Milly: (Has the biggest and cutest black eyes- kinda like a ghouls. She gives another tiny moo of appreciation of the gentle touch)

Teshteal: *quietly* Pretty girl... *pets the cow's neck and alternates between both that and the muzzle*

Milly: (Struts up closer to Teshteal so she can butt her face up against him)

Jasmine: (Finishes writing about everything that happened last night in her nightmares, but she still doesn’t set the pen down. She flips the page to a blank one and starts aggressively scribbling all over it out of frustration, still very focused)

Nick: *isn't going to stop her. It's not going to hurt her to scribble all over a notebook*

Jasmine: (Scribbling out all her frustration and anger, her pen tearing through the page on onto the next ones because of how hard she’s scribbling. She feels it boiling in her chest, all the rage that she has to release somehow. A memory comes to mind, when she was no older than ten and they had her break stuff in pure fury. Teaching her that anger is something she should weaponize, something to convert into violence)

Nick: *very carefully extends his metal hand and gently rests it on top of Jas's head, rubbing her hair ever so slightly- just to remind her that he's still there. He hasn't opened his eyes- he's relaxing still... but he wants to make sure she remembers she's not alone, right now*

Lucille: *already in the bath* It feels fine, thank you. *grabs the rag and soap and starts quickly bathing herself. Despite the tension being released she feels like she should get this over with as soon as possible so she isn't a burden on the older woman*

Ma: (Quickly walks over when she sees Lucille trying to speedrun what’s supposed to be a relaxing bath, setting a hand on Lucille’s shoulder) “Woah there, sweetie. It’s not a race to get clean.” (Reaches out and takes the rag from Lucille) “Besides, this soak is made for relaxation. Otherwise I wouldn’t have added all this.”

Lucille: *slumps down into the bath a little further when the rag's taken from her* I don't want to take up too much of your time, Ma... Even though I will admit this bath feels really nice on my ankle. *submerges her mouth under the water but not her nose, allowing her to blow bubbles in the bath that push the oats and flower pedals away*

Teshteal: *would fall over but he catches himself very easily. Instead, he's hugging the sweet and affectionate animal*

Milly: (A sweet little grass puppy, she’s nuzzling up to Teshteal and enjoying all the cuddles he’s giving her)

Teshteal: *keeps petting the sweet grass puppy*

Jasmine: (Makes a squeal of frustration at the journal and her awful thoughts as she angrily spears the pen down point first on her leg hard enough to pierce her skin, not noticing her Dads gentle touch. She then decides to frisbee the journal as hard as her arms will allow like Mario throwing Cappy, scooting back in the opposite direction. She goes back far enough that she nearly falls off the lounger, not because she wants to run away but more as it’s her natural reaction to something she doesn’t like)

Gardio: *was sitting on the back porch when he saw a journal go flying from the roof he sat up as it hit the side of the barn then looked up to where Jasmine and Nick are currently curiously*

Nick: *eyes snap open and he gets up* Rosalinda? *kneels to check if she's hurt from falling off the lounger* Rosie, you alright?

Jasmine: (Panting on the floor as the memories hit her. She starts screaming and trying to scramble away from Nick because she doesn’t recognize him right away) (Weakly) “No-! Get the fuck off me I did as you told me! I put it in the drink!”

Nick: Rosie, it's just me, Nick. *pulls her close and rubs circles on her back* Ssh, you're still safe. Your dad's gotcha, kiddo...

Ma: (Gently pets Lucille’s hair, sitting down the the chair) “Don’t you worry about that, I’d rather be taking care of you right now than doing something else. Rosalinda is with her father and my kids are with each other and your friends. I have all the time in the world right now for you.”

Lucille: *slowly nods, giving in to the pampering*

Ma: (Reaches behind her and grabs the bath caddy she brought, setting it up. She then turns around and lights a few candles, placing them close by the bath so Lucille can smell their sweet scent) “You want anything else set up to help you relax? A radio? A book?”

Jasmine: (Panicking at a specific memory that’s coming to mind so she keeps repeating herself to plead to be spared) “I put it in the drink! I put it in the drink! I put it in the damned drink for you! I did not want to, but I did anyways! And you are still hurting me!” (Trembles more as images flash in her head…. Memories that she can’t quite pinpoint in her own mind or even see clearly but are still there for some reason….) (Heartbrokenly) “They died! I did it, I swear it! Stop, please!”

Nick: Okay, it'll all stop in a moment, Rosie... I promise. *rubs her back, pressing his hand just a little deeper. He starts humming the lullaby her mother sang her*

Lucille: *lifts her head above the water to speak* I'd like a radio, please... In fact, could you bring my pip-boy? I have a special radio station I like to listen to...

Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair, quickly rushing off to collect the Pip-Boy before rushing back into the bathroom. She hands it to Lucille) “I have this face mask for you to try if that’s something you want, I made it myself.” (Holds up a small jar and places it on the caddy)

Jasmine: (Makes another fearful squeak at the touch, finally getting pulled back into reality. She raises her head to look at Nick with confusion and pain in her eyes. Slowly she lifts up her hand and put in on his cheek like she did earlier to make sure he’s real and the person she thinks he is. Her head has tricked her too many times- she can’t trust what’s in it)

Nick: *relieved smile at the touch* Hey, doll... *gently rests a hand over hers* I'm real. I'm here.

Jasmine: (Eyes glimmer ever so slightly as she sniffles and searches his eyes, confirming it with herself) “Daddy….” (Leans forwards to press her forehead against his without removing her hand, still trembling from what just happened and what she wrote)

Lucille: *takes the pipboy from her and tunes it to her favorite station*

The Station: *Soon a song about a red suspender man playing on a log in a swamp for just 2 cents comes in clear through the static- as clear as the pipboy's speakers can make it. The song sounds almost as if the band were right there in the room at a lower volume*

Lucille: *humming along occasionally singing the lyrics giddily* Yeah... he played the two-cent shooow...!

Ma: (Doesn’t seem to care that the song is a bit out of place in this world. She’s an old lady who’s been around enough to not get surprised by much. A talking deathclaw could stroll into her home and she’d invite them to sit down for coffee)

Lucille: *never minded the song seemed out of place- she's from the long-forgotten past where even this sort of music was very much kept off the air- but that didn't stop her from hearing about it from her friends back then... She sighs a little sadly, remembering those days trading illicit holo-tapes of songs recorded on low-budget run local radio stations beyond the ranges most would scan. Somehow these bands made it work despite not having the backing of major companies. Then again, she supposes this song wasn't around during her time. She wonders who made it...*

Donovan: (Walks out of his room with a contemplative look on his face)

Joyce: (Also comes out of the room with Gilbert in hand but she rushes into her room and closes the door behind her instead of going downstairs)

Gilbert: (Can tell his emotional support services are direly needed right now as he nuzzles up to Joyce)

Teshteal: *lifts his head, sensing something off... not dangerous, just someone other than Jas having a rough time.*

Nick: *smiles at her a little and gently pets her hair* I'm here, kiddo... I'm not going anywhere.

Jasmine: (Hums sadly, moving to rest her head on Nicks shoulder with her arms tightly wound around his neck. She has a killer headache now with how far she’s just pushed herself, plus she just punctured a hole into her thigh with the pen that she had lodged in... And oh boy has she really done it this time- even her dumbass programming is telling her to take a rest to heal instead of walking it off because she’s so weak that she couldn’t hurt shit if she tried. And this is the same programming that tells her to literally walk off “those” kind of assaults when she can barely move her legs, so this really is saying something about how bad her condition is. On the bright side she doesn’t feel the need to harm herself further, just snuggle her Dad to feel comforted and safe)

Dogmeat: (Comes out the doggy door and up the stairs, whining sadly as he watches the scene)

Donovan: (Sighs sadly to himself after Joyce retreats into her room, then turns to head downstairs to see what everyone else is up to)

Pirate: (Softly barks and sniffs his hands, following him down the stairs)

Ma: (Reaches into the basket and pulls out a container of chocolate strawberries and little fudgy brownie bites) “A little indulgent snack is also well deserved.” (Smiles at Lucille as she places them on the tray in front of her so she can snack on them. She then pours her a glass of fizzy lemonade)

Lucille: *surprised they have chocolate anything in the wasteland that isn't over 200 plus years old. She looks down in surprise at the delicate and probably quite expensive treats considering how rare they must be... She shakes her head* Don't waste something as rare as recently made chocolate on me...

Ma: (Tries to not show the worry on her face about Lucille’s self doubt) “Oh, but why not my dear? Did I not say that you’re precious to us earlier?” (Pats the young woman’s hair affectionately) “Besides- you’ve helped us a lot by building up our defenses, so a small treat is well earned.”

Teshteal: *leaves the pen and closes it up behind him so the cows don't escape. He bounds toward the house like some sort of creature*

Gardio: Where are you going, Li- *catches himself and shakes his head slightly* I mean- Teshteal?

Teshteal: *as he passes by* To see Joyce. *enters the house*

Gardio: *smiles and shakes his head before going back to relaxing in the sun, soaking up that solar radiation*

Donovan: (Was heading outside when he bumps into Teshteal) “Ah- hi there.” (Gives him a friendly smile despite the worry in his eyes) “Erm, Joyce is up in her room- she’s just working through some things on her own right now. But don’t worry, she’ll pop her cute little head back down soon.”

Teshteal: *concerned look* Is she okay...?

Nick: *glances up and sees the pooch* Heya, Dogmeat... Come to check in on us? *hasn't noticed the pen lodged in Jas’s leg, yet*

Dogmeat: (Whines and lays down besides the two with big puppy eyes, trying to scoot in and sniff Jas)

Jasmine: (Raises her head to look down at Dogmeat, immediately regretting it because she’s met with the horrifying view of the degrading words carved into her skin along with the pen that’s now lodged into her thigh. She lets out a strangled, broken cry of both pain and fear, trying to pull back from Nick

Lucille: *shakes her head. She doesn't know how to describe how she's feeling... it's like suddenly being given a reward for saving one solitary beetle while letting the rest of the world burn. She feels like she hasn't earned this- that she doesn't deserve this... That she let so many people down...* Tell me again why you think that...? *closes her left eye and looks up at the older woman with her good one* When you barely know who I am...?

Ma: “Well first off, I am not the only person here who thinks that way. Your father most definitely does too, along with Detective Valentine.” (Takes a deep breath, remembering how both men reacted last night to Lucille’s break down. She reaches out and tenderly strokes Lucille’s dampened hair) “And I think their judge of character is something worth considering.”

Nick: *looks down and sees the pen* Oh- That's... *frowns and scoops her up* Let's get that patched up, Rosalinda. *sets both of them down in the lounge chair cradling her against his chest since she's not that clothed. To Dogmeat* Go get Donovan. *tears off a piece of his pants leg* Try to hold still for me, doll.

Jasmine: (Wiggles to get away from Nick so she can hide somewhere far away and tend to herself, attempting to take out the pen on her own while she flairs about)

Dogmeat: (Barks in understanding and bolts down the stairs to find Donny)

Donovan: (Leans against the wall) “Yeah, she’ll be fine. She just has a harder time processing emotions and such so we give her space to work it out on her own when she wants.”

Teshteal: Okay. *still looks worried but goes and sits on the couch, flicking his tail*

Lucille: My father still thinks of me as if I'm still the same woman from before the war. And Nick...? Just ask him how high my body count is. Ask him what happened with me and Jasmine at Vault 88. *grips her synth arm bitterly at the memory*

Ma: (Doesn’t stop petting Lucille’s hair, giving her an empathetic look) “Detective Valentine did tell me a bit about what happened between you and Rosie. It sounds like a difficult position to be in…. But if you were to ask me, it seems like you were doing your best to smooth things over.”

Nick: Rosalinda! *grabs her arms and manages to pin them to her chest with one of his own, shifting how he holds her in the process. He takes his free hand and gently rubs her stomach to try and calm her down* It's going to be fine, Rosie. Just calm down...

Jasmine: (Scared whine as she panics and struggles, unsure of what else to do in this moment but to fight. Her normally quick thinking mind is drawing only blanks because of how tired and weak she is, and that’s only scaring her even more)

Dogmeat: (Comes bounding past Gardio, barking up a storm. He bolts up to Donny and puts a paw on him)

Pirate: (Also starts barking just because her doggy friend is)

Donovan: (Startled look down at the pooch) “Uh- what is it boy?”

Dogmeat: (Steps back and spins, walking a few feet before he turns back to look at Donny to see if he’s following)

Donovan: (Stands straight) “You want me to follow you?” (Starts to follow Dogmeat outside. Wonders if it’s something outside the gate or if it’s Rosie)

Gardio: *sits up in concern at all the commotion*

Lucille: *just stays quiet and stares at the food*

Ma: (Turns to the door at the sound of all the barking, frowning) “What’s going on out there…”

Nick: *holding her tight against him, her thrashing not doing anything. He keeps rubbing her belly and begins to hum the lullaby again*

Jasmine: (Throws her head back with a weak scream, trying to kick her legs at Nick to get him to let go. She wanted the voices in her head to go away- but not like this! Now her head is just a thoughtless void that’s filled with panic and primal rage. Still she tries to focus, tries to pull herself together by focusing on the lullaby and the gentle motion of her stomach being rubbed)

Donovan: (Snags the first aid kit off the wall by the side door just in case, looking at Gardio)

Dogmeat: (Runs and dashes up the stairs to the roof, still barking)

Donovan: “Yeah- it’s definitely Rosie….” (Rushes to follow the very good boi)

Gardio: *gets up and follows just in case he's needed*

Lucille: *glumly, knowing Jasmine is much more important* Go on and go. It's probably Jasmine, again... *sinks her mouth beneath the water. It's harder to relax now, knowing that even if she wanted to help the girl, she'd only make things worse for her somehow. All she can do is sit in this bath and keep her nose out of it*

Ma: (Listens as the sound of barking fades away, shaking her head with a heavier sigh) “No, I’ll stay here. Rosalinda has her father looking out for her right now, and no doubt Donny went running over.” (Would like to be in the loop about what’s going on outside but she wants to stay with Lucille) “I take it that this sort of commotion is a very normal occurrence for your group…” (Reaches out for the detachable shower head so she can wash Lucille’s hair)

Dogmeat: (Runs right up to Jas and Nick, whining sadly as he sits in front of them)

Donovan: (Rushes up the stairs after him) “What’s going on-…” (Sees the blood on Jas’s leg and the pen lodged in her thigh along with the horrid words, his heart snapping all over again) “Oh no…”

Jasmine: (Still panicking, squirming, and is now sobbing along with shrieking but she’s luckily not getting too aggressive or hostile. She looks and sounds more terrified than anything else and is currently not pinning to rip out anyone’s eyes)

Lucille: *watching Ma's movements carefully while she slowly reaches for a strawberry, partly to not get soapy water on it but also to make herself look less wary. She's grown so used to being on guard and wary of everything that she can't help but stay on her toes when someone reaches for a metal object above her head*

Ma: (Points to the basket that she brought that has small samples of different hair products) “Do you have a preferred shampoo? Should I use the one you used last time you showered if that’s your favorite one?” (She was always moving slowly, she’s aware that Lucille would feel vulnerable right now and they don’t know each other that well)

Nick: *sad but tired frown as he holds her as still as he possibly can. He looks up at Donny and nods slightly*

Teshteal: *came scampering up but stays just below the ridge in case his presence makes her hostile*

Gardio: *staying lower on the staircase for the same reason*

Donovan: (Frowns and approaches, kneeling down beside the two as he sets down the medkit) “How deep did it go in?” (Carefully reaches out to hold down Jas’s knee so he can see the wound)

Jasmine: (Screams out in a different manner like how she did during their fight in the lighthouse and Donny had to hold her down with his whole body, tensing up)

Donovan: (Immediately stands and backs away with his hands raised like she just tried to hit him) “…We fought yesterday and I was forced to pin her down to keep her from-…” (Sighs bitterly) “I don’t think she likes me very much.” (Looks back over at Gardio and Teshteal. He doesn’t know they just met Jas so he’s assuming she’ll be more comfortable with them coming close)

Lucille: *nods at the selection and starts eating the chocolate-covered strawberry. She tries not to hum in delight at the two sweet and tangy flavors bursting in her mouth. Her guard chips away a little at the small treat but she stays vigilant*

Ma: (Starts prepping the stuff she’ll need to wash the younger woman’s hair, happy to see that Lucille seems to be enjoying the little treats) “Just let me know when you are ready, love.”

Gardio: *looks to Teshteal and nods for him to go ahead since she seems more comfortable with him*

Teshteal: *nods back and very tentatively approaches. Quietly* It's just me... Teshteal. *places a hand on her leg tenderly as he focuses on her face* Please hold still- I just want to help.

Jasmine: (Whimpers with fear, peeking her head up from Nick to look at Teshteal with wide childlike eyes that are filled with pain. She then turns to look up at her Dad with uncertainty, still trembling and squirming slightly)

Donovan: (Stays back, silently watching)

Teshteal: *still. Doesn't move because it might startle her*

Nick: *nods* It's okay... He's patched you up well before, remember?

Lucille: *nods and reaches for a brownie bite and pops it in her mouth before sipping on the lemonade. The combination of the rich chocolate and the sour lemon erodes her guard a little more. She tries not to let it fall, but she can't see anything wrong with a little sweets she supposes. If Ma wanted to kill her, she would have shown her hand by now... unless she's some sort of assassin. She freezes at the thought mid-chew then comes to the conclusion that that's not possible either. She could have killed her at many other points during their stay. If she didn't have her mouth full of a brownie, she'd sigh with relief*

Ma: (Sits down on the chair again, looking off to the side slightly as she thinks to herself while she patiently waits for Lucille. She doesn’t want to think about Jas as it’s out of her hands right now, but she was great friends with her mother and had watched the girl grow up from a poor discarded baby to a smart mouth 9 year old whom was affectionately called muñequita by herself and the ladies in her cafe because she was as pretty as a little dolly. She can’t help but to worry about the now teenage girl)

Jasmine: (Can’t recall that particular time right now but she doesn’t feel provoked by Teshteals presence and her Dad seems to be calm. She gently shuffles her hands to motion to be released, wrapping them around Nick instead as she shifts herself in his lap and hides away in the crook of his neck- not protesting any further because she’s too damn tired)

Nick: *let's go only a little, mostly to support her back. He nods at the other man to continue*

Teshteal: *nods back as his tail grabs the first aid kit from Donovan. He opens it and scans it over for the supplies he'll need. He applies a little pressure on the leg that's injured and quickly pulls the pen out and tosses it aside. Then, almost as if in the same motion, he picks up the gauze and applies heavy pressure to the wound in order to stop the bleeding*

Lucille: *finishes up the bites and strawberries and drinks down the lemonade, setting the tray aside* Ready.

Ma: (Snaps out of her thoughts and smiles as she puts a bin down on the floor to catch any water that may accidentally fly out) “Alrightie then, lean your head back for me, sweetheart.”

Jasmine: (Whines in pain as she claws at Nicks shirt, really trying her best not to move but her reflexes kick in and she starts kicking at Teshteal to get him to stop)

Donovan: (Sits down on the opposite lounge chair across from them, putting his head in his hands. He’d help hold down Jas if she’d let him get close)

Pirate: (Jumps on the lounger besides her dear owner, whimpering sadly as she nudges him with her nose)

Lucille: *nods and leans her head back on the edge of the tub, ignoring every instinct that tells her that Ma could easily snap her neck by pressing her head farther down than she can physically push it. She closes her eyes and runs her hand down the synth arm, mapping every ridge and raised area of the structure in her mind to take her thoughts off a very plausible death*

Ma: (Turns on the shower nozzle and starts wetting Lucille’s hair for the pre wash, gently running her fingers through her roots with one hand. Despite the radio playing music, she hums her own tune under her breath- a sweet mother’s lullaby that’s a plea to her children who are growing up too fast to slow down and enjoy the time they have together)

Lucille: *tenses at the feeling of someone else's hands in her hair other than people she's been close to. In her first run-ins with Raiders, at least one of them tried to grip what hair she had on her head to catch her off guard. She was fortunate that there wasn't much to hold onto. Helmets and gas masks were the go-to head protection from then on*

Teshteal: *his tail wraps around her legs and keeps them still as he continues to apply pressure to the wound. Sadly* I'm sorry, but I have to do this...

Nick: *holds her tighter upon hearing that, keeping her from leaping up and trying to flee or worse... attack*

Teshteal: *holds it there until the bleeding stops and removes the gauze. He then takes the alcohol from the kit and washes out the wound with it while constantly apologizing*

Jasmine: (Yelps and hisses as she tries to twist to break free when she’s tied up by Teshteal, ramping up her whatever energy she has left)

Donovan: (Rubs his face with his hands, trying not to cry out as well whenever Jas screams in pain. He doesn’t know if he can take it as his heart feels like it might just snap, especially after the fight he had with Jas yesterday to prevent her from committing suicide. But she and Ma are the only prewar family he’s got left, the only ties he has to when things were better. So he won’t leave to do something else…)

Jasmine: (Is about to scream bloody murder at the pain and the blaring images in her head but stops short when the words of the guard leader come to her mind. “Give him a little more time with your exasperating nonsense, he’ll soon see that Charlotte and your aunt made the right call and follow suit.” Her breathing suddenly cuts short as she goes deathly still and quiet despite the intense pain, her entire body slumping limply against Nick as her eyes stare off at nothing with only slow tears dribbling down her cheeks)

Nick: *a little taken aback by the sudden stillness of his adopted daughter but can tell she's still very much alive so he doesn't panic*

Teshteal: *quietly apologizes again as he applies antibiotic ointment to the wound, his salve down in the med room. He then wraps a bandage around the injury and lets her go, retreating to and cowering in a corner of the balcony on all fours, keeping his eyes on her*

Gardio: *Still watching from a distance*

Jasmine: (Stays completely still and unmoving after Teshteal finishes with her wound, just continuing to look off at nothing blankly with tears on her face. She’s being ridiculous right now with these fears, but she can’t get his horrid words out of her head. She wants to cry and beg to everyone that she didn’t mean to stab herself with the pen! It was just done in a fit of anger and not in a attempt to harm herself)

Dogmeat: (Whimpers and nudges Nicks legs in concern for him and the small girl in his arms)

Donovan: (Sits up when he hears that Jas has gone silent, looking her over sadly then at Nick. He wonders what set her off to make her do such a thing with a pen in the first place)

Pirate: (Whines and drapes himself over her masters legs, licking his hands to comfort him)

Nick: *rubbing her shoulders as he cradles her in his arms. He looks to Donovan. Reassuringly* It looked like she stabbed herself accidentally- like she meant to stab the journal and not herself.

Ma: (Is very gentle yet firm with her fingers as she starts to massage Lucille’s scalp with the shampoo, still humming as she works. She’s now singing the opening notes to a new one)

Lucille: *trying to relax after being so on edge all the time. She tries to think of all the robots she's built and what they were built for instead of survival... anything to calm her nerves in this otherwise serene moment*

Donovan: (Looks between Jas and Nick for a few seconds- then nods while sighing and lowering his head)

Jasmine: (Says nothing to confirm this and doesn’t move, feeling really sleepy from the rush of sudden emotions that overwhelmed her. She wants to close her eyes and snuggle up to Nick to take a nice loooooong nap, but she’s afraid of what she will see if she does, what’ll happen to her if she rests)

Dogmeat: (Now trying to comfort Jas but nudging his wet puppy nose against her arm to let her now he’s there with all his puppy cuteness and comfort)

Ma: (Much like Donny she has kept her voice during her ghoulification so her voice is very smooth and sweet) “If you were a boat, my darling. A boat, my darling. I'd be the wind at your back. If you were afraid, my darling. Afraid, my darling. I'd be the courage you lack…”

Lucille: *humming along as the older woman works on her hair*

Nick: *pulls her back onto the lounge chair with him and goes right back to cradling and comforting her so she can try and get some sleep*

Teshteal: *to Gardio* I think we can go... *starts slinking back down the stairs*

Gardio: *Nods solemnly and walks down the stairs*

Donovan: (Watches the others leave, not wanting to go himself unless Nick asks him to)

Dogmeat: (Jumps up on the lounge chair as soon as Nick settles in with Jas and curls up around them with another sad whine)

Jasmine: (Decides to close her eyes tightly, hoping that if she just sleeps this’ll all go away and everyone will shut the fuck up in her head. Bonus points if she gets freed of some of her pain because of the sun helping her heal, but that just feels like asking for too much)

Nick: *Isn't going to because he's not causing any trouble. Just keeps rubbing Jas’s shoulder and back reassuringly*

Ma: (Smiles warmly at Lucille when she starts humming along with her. She gets a brief flash of memories of singing the same song to her other little ones that have grown up and gone off to start their own lives, but they always find comfort in this song) “If you were a bird, then I'd be a tree. And you would come home, my darling, to me. If you were asleep, then I'd be a dream. Oh, do you know we belong together? Oh, do you know my heart is yours?”

Lucille: *focusing more on the song than anything since it's better than letting paranoia get the better of her*

Ma: (Working on rinsing Lucille’s hair while still massaging her head) “If you were the ocean, I'd be the sand. If you were a song, I'd be the band. If you were the stars, then I'd be the moon. A light in the dark, my darling, for you.”

Teshteal: *back in the livingroom, curled up on the couch*

Gardio: *tired sigh as he sits in the large, nearby chair*

Jasmine: (Curls up as close as she can to Nick, falling asleep much easier than she had expected thanks to his reassuring rubs and soothing words)

Donovan: (Looks like he wants to say something to Nick but he doesn’t as he pets his dog who’s draped in his lap)

Nick: *notices but says nothing in case he wakes Jasmine by accident*

Jasmine: (Sniffles in her sleep, both of her hands clutched near her face as if she’s protecting herself)

Donovan: (Glances at Jazzy, then down at his dog who’s gazing up at him with her tongue partly stuck out) “Silly girl…..” (Gently scratches between her ears, his eyes turning up to look out to the ocean. He then abruptly stands when he sees something far off in the distance, grabbing his binoculars from his bag as he walks towards the edge to get a better look)

Pirate: (Perks up with Donny and trots alongside him, her tail wagging happily in anticipation because she knows what’s happening)

Lucille: *occasionally makes a soft hum outside of the melody in response to the massaging, her body finally fully relaxing*

Ma: (Hums the melody to the song as it comes to the final chorus that consists of the same verse being repeated) “Oh, do you know we belong together? Oh, do you know my heart is yours….?”

The thing: *A sentry bot with a Gatling gun and a laser cannon flying over the water with thrusters attached just outside the wheels. It has four smokestacks and a large, human-sized container on the back of it. There's a person kind of resting their head on top of the sentry bot lazily despite the risk of getting burned by the sentry bot's engine*

Donovan: (Quietly as to not disturb Jas) “Well that’s not something you see every day…” (Leans down to turn Pirate away from facing the boat she’s excited for so she can look through the binoculars and see the weird robot person floating in the water)

Pirate: (Whines curiously as her tail slows down, pulling back from the binoculars to look at Donny)

Donovan: (Pats her head as he shakes his head in confusion) “Dunno, I’m too old for this shit.” (Points out to the water in the opposite direction) “But we’ve got company too, and it’s more of the pleasant kind.”

Lucille: *relaxed sigh as the song comes to a close*

Ma: (Softly, happy to see Lucille is relaxed) “I can also rub your shoulders for you, love. To help ease any tension you might’ve built up over time.”

Lucille: *nods* That would be fine...

The weird person on the water: *already flying off somewhere where Donny can't see but definitely not towards them*

Pirate: (Turns her attention back to where her beloved owner is pointing, her tail wagging faster again in excitement. She barks softly as she starts spinning in circles, heading towards the stairs)

Donovan: (Looks back at Nick with a small smile to explain) “We have some friends coming in, they bring us supplies every once in awhile so we can maintain this place.”

Nick: They won't be coming in the house, will they? *glances down at his now sleeping daughter* Don't want her getting on edge.

Ma: (Takes some soothing massage oil and gently rests the tip of her fingers on Lucille’s shoulders) “I am touching you now to start, is that alright?”

Lucille: *flinches then relaxes again, suppressing the urge to turn around and fight back on instinct* It's fine. Don't worry-

Jasmine: (Has gone back to looking like a sweet sleeping kitten as she breathes in a slow and steady rhythm)

Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Probably not- I’ll ask them to leave the stuff on the dock and I can take it all in on my own. And even if they do come in it’ll just be in the basement to store the food. They have other deliveries to make so they can’t stay that long anyways.” (Appears to be trying to contain his excitement)

Pirate: (Not even attempting to hide her joy and happiness as she spins in circles like a furry tornado)

Ma: (Starts gently rubbing the younger woman’s shoulders so she can get a feel for things) “Okay, let me know if you want more or less pressure or want me to stop.”

Lucille: *nods but doesn't say anything. She just lets the older woman continue working the knots out of her back, only wincing when she hits a particularly rough patch*

Nick: *nods* Good. See if you can get Gardio or Teshteal to help you with the goods if you need to.

Donovan: (Nods back almost eagerly at Nick and looks down at Pirate whom he addresses in a half whisper/ half shout) “Hey girl! Go get Joyce!”

Pirate: (Immediately bolts down the stairs, waiting until she’s in the house to start barking up an excited storm as she rushes to Joyce’s room and paws at the door)

Donovan: (Rushes up to the stair railing and jumps on it so he can slide down quickly with a small whoop of joy, running down to the docks to wait for the incoming boat)

Ma: (Begins humming another lullaby as she expertly works out all the tension of the poor overworked younger woman) “Heartbeats only happen one at a time. You can't rush a moment so don't even try. There's a symphony you're missing, if you only listen, you'll find….”

Lucille: *breathes heavily through her nose at times from the tension that's being released from her shoulders and back*

Teshteal: *springs up from the couch* Wait, what's going on?! Where's he going?!

Gardio: *reading a book he found next to the chair*

Joyce: (Pokes her head out of her room to look at Pirate, her eyes slightly red and puffy) “Hm? What’s the matter?”

Gilbert: (Is wrapped around his Joyce’s neck like a fancy warm scarf, very displeased by the loud disturbance and he shoots the pooch the stink eye)

Pirate: (Woofs and pants, spinning in a small circle as she takes a few steps to the stairs, looking back to see if Joyce will follow her)

Joyce: (Eyes light up when she realizes what the dog is trying to communicate) “Are they here??? Really???” (Quickly plops Gilbert down in her room with the yapping puppies and rushes down the stairs to follow the dog outside. She’s so excited that she runs right past the two men in the living room with a gleeful squeal) “EEEEEEEEEEEEK~!”

Dogmeat: (Didn’t rise from the lounge chair to follow Donny or Pirate, he’s dedicated to protecting and keeping Nick and Jas company. He curls himself up even tighter against the girl and her father, whining sadly)

Jasmine: (Snuffs and whimpers in her sleep, kicking her feet slightly in discomfort as she shuffles to be even closer to her Dad because he’s very warm and she’s starting to get truly chilly for once)

Teshteal: *scampers after her* What's happening? It's good, right?

Gardio: *stands up and puts the book down when the smaller man flees the building* Lin- I mean- Teshteal! *gives chase, wondering what's gotten into the gremlin*

Joyce: (Excitedly over her shoulder) “Yes!!!! I’ve been waiting months for this day to finally come!!!” (Runs across the yard and down to the docks where Donny is waiting for the boat to arrive)

Donovan: (Turns and wave at the three coming down, chuckling at his younger sisters enthusiasm)

Pirate: (Barks and spins in circles like a little tornado of puppy happiness in front of Donovan when she reaches him)

Ma: (Continues her sweet song and gentle massage, trying her best to make sure Lucille is as relaxed as physically possible) “Big magic in the mundane. The big picture in a small frame Everything is sacred when you take time to notice. Big love happens in the small moments. Big love happens in the small moments. There's no use in chasing nickels and dimes. Riches all around you, open your eyes. You can't buy the piece you're after so don't even try. 'Cause you'll find….”

Lucille: *tries to hum along to the tune, the kinks in her back and shoulders loosening in small bursts*

Teshteal: *Still confused but follows along on all fours like the dog before them*

Joyce: (Stops next to Donny, almost vibrating with all her excitement) “It’s today, right? It’s this shipment that she’s coming in?”

Donovan: (Nods his head) “Yes Joyce, they said they would bring her this time.”

Joyce: (Look on the anticipation that the approaching small cargo boat)

Ma: (Repeats the chorus of the song) “Big magic in the mundane. The big picture in a small frame. Everything is sacred when you take time to notice. Big love happens in the small moments. Big love happens in the small moments.” (Gently reaches down to take Lucille’s hand in hers, putting more emphasis on this part) “Feel the rain on your skin, feel my hand in your hand. You can't do it all, so just do what you can. Feel the rain on your skin, feel my hand in your hand. You can't do it all, so just do what you can….”

Lucille: *jumps at the unexpected handhold but relaxes shortly after*

Teshteal: She? Is it another dog? Livestock? Chickens? *gasps in anticipation* A tame DEATHCLAW?! *bouncing on his feet excitedly*

Gardio: *comes panting down the way, a little scratched up cause he tripped over a root* Why'd you run off like that??? What's going on, here???

Teshteal: They're expecting something or someone!

Gardio: How do you know?

Teshteal: They said "shipment," "she," and "her!"

Gardio: I see...

Donovan: (Begins to explain) “We get sent shipments of supplies from some of our friends everyone once in awhile but Joyce had requested that this time they bring her-…”

Joyce: (Interrupts) “My baby!!!! My little friend!!!”

Donovan: (Smiles and shakes his head, walking further down the dock to wave at the people on board) “Yeah, what she said.”

Ma: (Leans down to place a kiss on top of Lucille’s head, smiling with kind motherly eyes) “Feel the sun on your face. Bare feet on the ground. I know you'll see beautiful things if you look around. Just look around, and you'll find….” (Hums the rest of the chorus to finish up the song, rubbing the back of Lucille’s hand with her thumb)

Lucille: *looks up in slight surprise with her mismatched eyes*

Ma: (Continues to smile warmly down at the young woman, squeezing her hand slightly as she pets Lucille's damp purple hair with her other hand)

Teshteal: A baby-?! *blushes a bit* Like a human baby-?!

Gardio: I would hope not... That would be akin to human trafficking. *raises an eyebrow at Donovan*

Joyce: (Blinks at her boyfriend in confusion) “What? No, of course not. Do I look like I could take care of a human baby?” (Checks herself over to see if she looks motherly)

Donovan: (Looks back over his shoulder) “If it was another baby, they would be given to Ma to adopt.” (Turns back to the now docked boat to talk with one of the crew members who hops off)

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