#i'm still trying to figure out how much older she is compared to them

[a-tale-of-legends]

My hc that Blue dyed his hair orange when on Kalos is very funny just from how the world got gaslight into thinking his hair was always like that. But it's also very funny in the fact that when Blue met up with Misty again at the PWT she went " are you trying to copy me now? Get your own style, weirdo" and Blue's like " IT WAS A DARE! A DARE!!!"

[triptuckers]

wild flowers - percy jackson

Request: yes! "Can I request a platonic Percy Jackson x Child of Demeter!Reader based off the new Disney series? Where Child of Demeter!Reader is significantly older than Percy (17/18 maybe?) and is the one to welcome him to camp instead of Luke. Reader is more gentle and understanding to Percy's questions and is in general sort of a parent figure in the camp?" Pairing:  percy jackson x demeter!reader (platonic) Summary:  you welcome the newest kid at camp half-blood Warnings:  none (omg??) Word count:  1.1K A/N: was excited when I saw the new episode will be out on Tuesday but then I looked at the time zone and it's 3 am for me so I'll still watch it on wednesday :') thanks for your request, enjoy!

you try not to look away as percy, the newest addition to camp half-blood, nearly shoots another camper. he falls to the ground due to the force of the bow.

'alright.' you say, walking over to see if percy's okay. 'so not archery.'

'I didn't mean to!' says percy, looking at the kids who had flattened themselves to the ground to avoid being shot.

'of course you didn't, they know that. can I have the bow?' you say.

percy quickly shoves the bow in your hands as well as the quiver of arrows. you hand them back to the apollo kid who was teaching him with a thanks and an apologetic smile.

'see, I suck at this.' says percy. 'I'm not good at anything.'

'hey, that's not true.' you say. 'everyone is good at something. c'mon, I'll take you to my favorite spot at camp.'

that gets his attention. 'your favorite spot?'

'yep. right this way.'

you lead him away from the archery field. you can tell he's curious. you take him to the strawberry field, where some of the satyrs and your siblings are tending to the plants.

you walk past the strawberries to a field of grass where wild flowers grow.

'it's pointless.' says percy as the two of you sit down.

you frown. 'what is?'

he gestures around. 'all of this. I'm not one of you. it's clear there's something wrong with me. none of this matters because my dad won't reveal himself, he doesn't care. my mom is gone. I suck at archery. and I can't work in the forge. I can't do anything.'

you look at him. most kids are tough on themselves when they arrive. percy isn't any different.

'at least you didn't suck as much at archery than I did.' you say. 'contrary to you, I actually did hit someone when trying out archery '

percy's eyes widen. 'you did?'

you nod. 'apollo kids had to patch them up. luckily it wasn't that bad. but still I haven't touched a bow since. and I'm also not good at sword fighting. I only carry one because it's the weapon I suck the least with.'

'what if you suck at everything?' asks percy softly.

you smile at him. 'this is all normal. we all felt like this when we came here, regardless if we could already fight or not. and look at me, I still can't fight that well. I'm a joke compared to luke and clarisse if it comes to fighting. gods, even annabeth is better than me and she's your age.'

you point ahead to the strawberry fields. 'my cabin doesn't bring forth the best fighters. and that's okay. we're good at other things.' you say.

percy looks at your siblings, sure enough, not a lot of them carry weapons. maybe you do because you're head counsellor of your cabin.

'when did you find out who your mom was?' asks percy.

you sense he's not just curious about your godly heritage. he wants to know how long it would take before his father claims him. and he already knows there are unclaimed kids.

'for me it was pretty clear. I've always loved plants. I've got an impressive garden back at home.' you say. 'demeter claimed me my second day at camp.'

'so pretty fast...'

'for some kids it's fast. for some it's slow. some kids are very certain about who their godly parent is and sometimes they're right and sometimes they're not. you can't predict it with 100% accuracy.'

'did someone guess it correctly?'

'most of the times it's the athena kids who are right about their hunches. but they're athena kids of course, very smart. also a lot of ares kids are right. and for others it's a 50/50 chance. for instance, milo. everyone was convinced he was a hephaestus kid because he really liked to blow stuff up. turns out he's an athena kid. he's just really smart about blowing stuff up.'

'I bet I'm a kid of the god or failure or something. I'm just a regular kid, I'm not special. I don't have any impressive powers. not like you.'

'you think my powers are impressive?' you chuckle. 'I'm good with plants percy. over the years I've learned how to master those. but at first all I did was accidentally make flower patches.'

percy looks at you, frowning. 'you what?'

you laugh, then point to your shoes. they look like you've worn them every day for the past five years. which you have, somehow they won't wear down.

'these were a gift from my mom. if I don't wear them, flowers grow where I walk.'

'really?'

you nod and take them off. you get up and walk a circle around percy. and indeed, flowers grow where you put your feet down on the grass. you pick one and give it to percy, then put your shoes back on.

'it's the only thing I still can't master. maybe it's not something to be mastered. I'd ask my mom but the only time I saw her was when I was out fighting for my life. wasn't really the time to ask about flowers. she didn't even give me my shoes in person, just sent them here.'

you and percy are silent as you look out over the valley. you remember your first days at camp, how scared you were. you didn't know anyone, you were told your mom was a goddess, and you could never have a moment alone because there would always be someone who could find you based on the flowers you left behind.

'everyone here has been through what you're going through now.' you say. 'maybe they didn't experience it in the same way. I mean, you did kill the minotaur. but all of them have been confused, wondered about wether they belong, if there's something wrong with them. we all found our way in the end.'

'did you feel like you didn't belong?'

'sure. but then chiron explained to me it's all because of the gods. we've got dyslexia because our brain is wired in greek. the adhd is from our need to fight. it's all in our dna. just give it time, you'll belong. any other questions?'

'what do you do when you're not at camp?'

you smile. 'try not to run into any monsters and wait for the time to go to camp again. you'll find your family here, percy, trust me. now let's see if the aphrodite can teach you anything.'

you get up and offer your hand to percy. after pulling him to his feet, you start to walk toward the aphrodite cabin.

'you know, regardless of what cabin you belong to, you can always come to me if you have any questions.' you say.

percy smiles at you. 'thanks.'

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

[luffyrose]

Oh Brother....s?

I had the most brilliant mini-idea while raging at video games because my parents suck at em. Anyway, there's really no correlation there, but the idea!

So we all know the whole "Danny is related to (Batkid) and he was give away because blah blah" or "he died and blah blah". We know those, and we love them, but what if, hear me out, Danny is related to MULTIPLE of them.

Danny is the child of Willis and Talia.

Now he was definitely not planned or anything, it just happened during a random mission and Talia couldn't bother to deal with it much. She decided that if the child lived she'd give it to Willis, a sort of test. It's not like she needed the baby, Damian had been born a little while before. Talia is one of those mothers who doesn't LOOK pregnant even when she's about to have the baby so basically, Danny does end up being born but is a really sickly kid, like REAL sick.

Of course, she really couldn't care less about the kid so baby Danny was given to Willis, who just gave Danny to Jason and Catherine. He's like 8 or so, so he isn't Robin yet, and he is SO happy to have a little brother. Except he's terrified for Danny, whose name was originally something else with Daniel being his middle name thanks to Jason (also why he kept the name Danny and not his original first name), but he doesn't want Danny hurt. After a few years, just before he becomes Robin, he gives a barely like 4-year-old Danny to a shelter or something with a blanket and a note.

Everything goes the same with both of them from there. The reason why Jason is easier on Damian compared to the others? He kinda looks like his baby brother, not identical but like, there's a resemblance, and he kind of finds it uncanny. Reason Talia even gave the time to help Jason? Well, he's technically the older brother of her younger child, and after having Damian for a while she does feel a little bad. Even if she doesn't want to meet the kid, she figured helping his older brother was a good enough way to apologize.

Danny remembers his older brother. How he looked and his name, and how he always took care of him. It's why even when his new adoptive parents neglected both him and Jazz he doesn't think anything is wrong. Jason had raised him. Now Jazz was. It was simply normal to him. He's just got major parent issues honestly.

The only people who know about his older brother are Jazz and Tucker though. His parents never were told because they'd been too busy to learn about it. Jazz had helped him on the earlier nights when he cried for Jason. And Tucker had learned when they first became friends as kids. Even if he was close to Sam, he never mentioned Jason though, it kind of felt like something he shouldn't touch anymore. It'd been years and even if he still had that star blanket, the note he vaguely remembers with it had been taken and put with his papers...and well he didn't know where those were.

Jason had already died and come back when Danny had the accident, so neither was aware of the other still. Danny does the whole hero thing for about 3 years before everything came crashing in for whatever reason, and he has to run. With no plan, he just follows his core and ends up in Gotham but he doesn't know why. Gotham herself is THRILLED to have him back because Jason was hers and this was Jason's little brother as well as her king! So she's trying to help the disoriented and hurt boy to his brother.

Cue shenanigans and angst though and it take a good MINUTE for Danny to even meet the Bats, let alone Jason. I'm thinking everyone meets him in one way or another before Jason is getting something from the cave while they're talking about this meta kid who LOOKS kind of like Damian but not at the same time, so they need to figure out if it's a clone or what. Jason sees the picture and is frozen, not even noticing the fact that he started crying while the whole fam is freaking out.

It's Damian, who looks between Jason and the picture, that notices the subtle differences that had them thinking it was still familiar were from Jason. And dun dun dun, it's Jason's little brother. He never knew who the mother was and after someone gets him out of his like mini-panic from knowing his brother was close by, he just bolts to his bike to go find him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I actually think I may make this a one-shot series. If anyone else wants to use this idea though feel free as well! Just tag me or smth :D

I honestly do think this is gonna be another thing I write though, I kinda love this idea a lot XDD

[lovelykil]

DUDE…. Kyle and Stan reacting to there S/O asking for hand pics… (I have a rlly weird fucking hand fetish, my bad 😭)

─Headcanons─

kyle & stan x reader older ver.

hc; asking for hand pics

cw; none

note; HELPP no cs me too......... ermm anyway 😊 ⤵

Kyle—

omg his hands are pale, nice, and slender

Big but not too much, and they are surprisingly soft.

I say surprisingly because he plays basketball.

You'd think they're maybe rough.. they are– he just uses lotion to make his hands soft to the touch

Makes him feel better and clean

Anyway

You LOVEE his hands you sometimes just admire them as he helps you with homework.

Your gaze was drawn as he moved the pencil across the paper, his hand guiding the tool. Some veins faintly appeared as he did so.

You couldn't help but imagine what he could do with them right now if he wasn't blabbering about math homework.

Alright now the GOOD STUFF

As any other person who was just asked if they can send hand pics, he is very much flabbergasted.

He was just writing an essay for his English class when he saw the text, he was so CONFUSED and concerned.

disclaimer I didn't know what the hell to do for usernames so matching it was 🤦🏾‍♀️

He stared at his phone like

'😧' and then '🤨'

Why do you want a hand pic???

For what reason would you send that for 😭??

Well..

He got his answer ☠️

His face IMMEDIATELY went red, setting down his phone to process this situation.

It took like 2 minutes for him to calm down before he took a breather and grabbed back his phone.

He opened his camera and set his hand on his desk, trying to figure out a good camera angle.

I don't know why but bro was stressing

But he finally got a pic he was sorta okay about 🫶🏾

His brain process during this was just all like

what the hell

Why

Why

No I don't like this angle, how about this way

My hand looks stupid she's gonna hate it :(

WHY IS SHE EVEN INTO THIS ANYWAY

I am dating a weirdo.

Anyway he opened back your chat and sent it after a few uncertain seconds.

BARKBARKVAK4KEKKEES

okay sorry, that is literally how I see his hands

so yummy 🤤

After that text message sent, he set that phone down so fast.. and immediately went to type back on his laptop again.

He wasn't too crazy about this request though nothing would compare to when you asked for that whimper audio from him.

He still thinks about it till this day, wanting to die inside

It's okay tho cause you were happy :3

anyway on your end when you saw his notification pop up, you clicked on it FAST

thirsty ass mf

The way you grinned so hard was insane, you were kicking your feet and giggling when you clicked on the photo.

You saved it to your camera roll to add to the rest of the hand pics you secretly had of Kyle..

He doesn't know about this and never will

You went back to your messages with him and texted back

something is purring

and it is not a cat.

Stan—

He wears rings (ohohohoo)

His hands are rough and have calluses from playing his guitar.

Not too rough though just a neutral rough if that even makes sense

When you guys hang out he sometimes likes playing for you

SOMETIMES.

he's a lil shy, he practices alot to play for you so he doesn't look like an idiot.

Sooo that's why his hands are so rough. But you kinda liked it anyway?

The way his chipped black nail-polished fingers strummed his guitar made your stomach do the thing.

Plus his sliver and black rings?

Oh god

It's just the way he glides his fingers tbh I swear

Like play with me like the way you play your guitar 🫤!!

☠️

anywho

Stan was laying in bed, scrolling on TikTok

The usual when he can't sleep and you were already asleep.

Well he thought you were asleep, you sent him a gn text??? But he received a text message 20 minutes later

He's in a little blushy blushy mess now.

What will he do? Send the pic so his gf can rest peacefully? If you said yes...

WRONGG

I'm jk

Idk kinda almost chill wit it? But he definitely felt a little vomit come up in his throat from you thinking of him.

I mean he cares a little like why would you ask that 😭

But it's late so he doesn't really question it

In the pitch dark he snapped a photo of his hand, checked to see if it looked decent then sent his pic.

His rings were off in his 1 😞

but nonetheless you smiled hard, when you saw the picture

Something about his hands screamed

LOSERR that or I just have a problem

but in a hot way ofc, he's a loser but your loser

You giggled like a whore, getting yourself comfortable on your bed.

You then replied back

😭😭

[honeygrahambitch]

High school AU

Hannibal was a couple years older than Will but the reason they shared some classes was that Will was so intelligent that he shared some classes with Hannibal.

They wouldn't talk much other than contradicting each other on different subjects. Philosophy class would be everyone's nightmare because not even the teacher could stop their debates that would often continue during the breaks.

One day Will doesn't come to school. The next day as well. And so on for a week. Since Will had no friends, there was no one Hannibal could ask about Will's state. Hannibal had many friends or more precisely, he knew a lot of people but none of them had an incredible opinion regarding Will.

He was bored and slightly concerned that the only fascinating student in the whole institution was missing.

He knew where Will was living. He had followed him a few times just out of pure curiosity. And because he wanted to learn more about Will. So he was aware Will's family was poor, compared to his uncle Roberto. Hannibal did not give much importance to the amount of money people owned, what mattered more were their intellect and manners. And he had to admit, Will was an asshole but he was sharp. And beautiful. And he awakened something in him.

After overthinking it for seven hours, Hannibal found himself walking towards Will's house. He would knock at the door, offer Will his notes and then leave. All he needed was to have his curiosity satisfied.

So that's what he did. He knocked. Once. Then again. And then he just waited awkwardly on the doorstep. When the door finally opened, he didn't have the time to step back when a tall man grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground, making him roll down the porch steps like a ragdoll.

Hannibal tried to get up as soon as possible and dust himself off as if his biggest problem was his appearance.

"Dad, get back inside."

"I told you that if I see a Jehovah's witness again, I am kickin' his ass down the stairs."

"Let me deal with that. The game is starting anyway."

That last sentence convinced the huge man to go back in, the "Jehovah's witness" already forgotten.

Will jumped down the stairs and measured Hannibal from head to toes. He was relieved to see him standing on his feet. Nothing looked broken.

"Sorry about that."

"No apology needed, you didn't do anything." Hannibal said, still taken aback by what had happened a few seconds ago. His dignity was slightly harmed.

"Your lip." Will said and pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket. He reached out to tap it on the trail of blood that was flowing from the corner of Hannibal's thin lips.

"That's nothing." Hannibal said. "Anyway, I wanted to bring you my notes. I figured you must have been sick since you missed so many classes." He added and reached for his backpack.

"You shouldn't be here." Will said. His expression was unreadable but his tone sounded like a warning.

"A 'thank you' would be enough."

"Seriously, my dad he...he is not really sober right now. That's not how he usually behaves."

Hannibal could tell that was definitely a lie. That was for sure how he usually behaved.

"Honestly? Maybe he is right, I should get a better suit. Maybe I do look like a Jehova's witness." Hannibal said, trying to save Will from giving him any explanation that might make him embarrassed.

He laughed.

"People are asking about you."

Will laughed again. "By 'people' you mean that you are asking. Who else even noticed I'm gone?"

"Classes are not entertaining enough."

"I think you will have to be bored for some more. My mom got sick and my dad can't take care of her since he...yeah, so..."

"You are in charge of everything around the house."

"Just for a while. She is already getting better."

"If you need anything, I could-"

"You don't even know how to hold a broom."

"Asshole."

"I am indeed. And you came all the way here to bring me your notes and get your ass kicked."

"I was really curious what would happen if I came here."

"Was it entertaining enough?"

"Yes." Hannibal replied. It had been indeed eventful. No one had kicked his ass in ages. Humbling even. But surprisingly that was not what was bothering him. "But seriously, if you need more notes or to catch up with classes, pay me a visit. My address..."

"I appreciate that. And I know where you live."

Hannibal nodded. Of course he knew.

[ashwhowrites]

eddie x cheerleader (strangers 2 lovers)

she had an awful fight with her deadbeat dad when she got out of work at the diner he told her he would try to take dustin away from her and her mom and when she refuses he slashes her face with a beer bottle 3 times ,

shes not close with the other cheerleaders so shes having a bad day

she chooses to sit with hellfire cuz dustin is her brother

eddie gets mad cuz he thinks its a joke to humiliate them so he tells her to go away

she listens but shes crying even more

she apologizes to everyone including dustin when she leaves & leaves him half her sandwich

dustin mike and lucas all say something mean to eddie and they follow u

they find u sitting in ur car and they join u

u and the boys avoid eddie for the rest of the day and he ultimately feels horrible when he overhears u crying to dustin , lucas and mike about why ur upset & then he hears u say he made it worse

he tries to talk to dustin but dustins crying too cuz we’re his best friend and he hates his dad he would never wanna leave Y/N and mike and lucas tell eddie he needs to figure it out how to apologize on his own so he does and u guys get close and both fall in love eventually

⚠️mentions of abuse- no detailed descriptions of the action.

⚠️Eddie is an asshole but he slowly figures it out

Thank you sm for your patience as I worked to get this out💕

Y/N woke up sore with puffy eyes. Her reflection wasn't ever a pretty girl anymore. It was a girl who was abused, hurt, and drained. She gently cleaned the three new marks on her face. Her skin slashed open from her dad. She felt tears falling down her face as she was reminded of last night. Him waiting for her to finish work, threatening to take away Dustin from her. She'd never let that happen. She refused to let her dad ever see Dustin. She'd take the abuse, but she will never let Dustin be the target.

"are you sure you're okay?" Dustin asked from behind her. Sadness in his eyes as he watched his sister place band aid patches on her cheek.

"yes, don't worry about me dusty" she said, she gave the best smile she could. The bandage stopped her from making a real one.

Dustin knew not to try to fight with her. Nodding as he kissed her hurt cheek, heading to get ready for school.

She felt everyone staring at her cheek and she hated it. Luckily everyone in this school was an asshole. None caring to ask if she was okay or what happened. That included her cheerleading team. A group of girls she was with constantly but didn't have a real single friend on it.

She didn't want to deal with them so she headed to where she knows Dustin's table is. Seeing only Mike was seated, she took the spot across from him.

"hey Y/N, you okay?" Mike asked gently. Being closest to Dustin, he knew all about Y/N's relationship with her father.

"not today Mike" she said as gently as she could. Opening her lunch box, dividing her sandwich in half and digging out Dustin's half of the brownie.

She ate silently as the table filled up. Dustin still wasn't arriving yet, so she left his parts of lunch near her lunchbox.

"and who the fuck are you?"

She looked up to see a taller and much older boy, compared to the rest of the table. He had long hair and deep brown eyes. She's definitely seen him with Dustin, but couldn't recall his name

Before she could even answer, he spoke again.

"I don't know what game your little cheerleader ass is playing. But we don't allow stuck up assholes to sit at our table" he barked out, very harshly.

So harsh that she felt like her dad was standing across from her.

"Eddie stop" Mike said harshly as he could see Y/N's eyes watering.

"Mike shut up. I'm handling this" Eddie, apparently, said.

His brown eyes, glaring daggers at her softening slightly when he noticed her bandaged cheek but moved on. Figuring it was some cheerleading accident. She sat quietly letting him continue his rant.

Letting him call her every name in the book. A bitch, a princess, stuck up, rich, and shit she's never heard of.

She sat there and silently cried. Head down as she tried to take deep breaths. Reminding herself this was a random boy, it wasn't her dad and he wasn't going to hurt her.

She panicked when she felt a hand grab her shoulder. Flinching as she flew out of her seat.

Eddie quickly withdrew his hand as she practically sprung out of the seat. His eyes softened once again when he saw tears working down her face.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Dustin quickly dropped his tray on the table and walked closer to her.

She shook her head and wiped her tears.

"nothing dusty. See you at home" she said quickly, handing him the sandwich and brownie. Racing as fast as she could out of that cafeteria.

~~

"dusty?home? Who is that?" Eddie asked

"that's my sister. What the fuck did you do?" Dustin snapped, Lucas walked up confused at all the tension.

"what's going on?" He asked

"Eddie just totally freaks out on Y/N for no goddamn reason" Mike scoffed. Standing up as he grabbed his backpack.

"really Eddie. What did she do to you?" Lucas added in

"what you say to her?" Dustin said filled with anger. He didn't take that Eddie could easily kick his ass. He can't protect his sister from their dad, but he can protect her from Eddie.

"I didn't know she was your sister! I saw a cheerleader sitting here and I just got pissed" Eddie tried to explain. But seeing all three boys staring at him with the most pissed off look he's ever seen, he had a good feeling he fucked up.

"so you lashed out on her totally unprovoked? I mean did she even say anything to you?" Dustin argue.

"well no...she just kinda sat there and before I knew it she was crying. I didn't think she'd be so upset. Usually the jocks are cold-hearted assholes." Eddie tried to defend his stance

"SHE'S NOT LIKE THEM!" Dustin screamed.

"she only joined that stupid team to get a scholarship so she can leave this hellhole of what she's forced to call home. Fuck you Eddie" Dustin snapped as he grabbed his backpack. Marching straight to the parking lot.

"dude you know nothing about her. If you did, you'd feel like the biggest ass right now" Mike sighed, following behind Dustin.

"well I already feel like an ass" Eddie sighed

"that's a shame. She was excited that Dustin found a new friend. After this, I don't think he's going to ever want to see you again" Lucas added, following behind Mike.

Eddie decided to follow the group. At least he could apologize for being an asshole. He found all of them standing in a circle against her car.

Eddie gave them their space but waited to talk to her. With being so close he could easily hear their conversation.

~~

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your guys' lunch. Go eat, I'm fine" Y/N said as she wiped her face. Carefully not to touch her bandage.

"you didn't. Let's take deep breaths and talk a little bit. I know you don't want to talk about last night but may-"

"Dustin! I told you last night never happened and we don't speak about it." She snapped

"you can't let dad abuse you like this" Dustin said softly as he touched his sister's cheek.

Mike held her hand softly and Lucas rubbed her back.

~~

Eddie felt a very bad feeling in his gut.

He's been abused, he knows what it felt like. He didn't ever think twice about a girl being on the cheerleading team would struggle with the same shit he has. Eddie wanted to be better than the jocks but he proved he was just like them. Judging someone based on how others perceived them.

"I don't know what happened. But the way he was calling me names made me think of dad. And I shut down. But then he touched me and my brain was screaming at me to prepare for another blow."

Eddie could feel his own tears in the back of his eyes.

Eddie can't believe he allowed himself to be something he hated.

He was abused, he should have noticed the signs. He should have stopped talking the second she got quiet and didn't say a word.

If it was a joke, like he thought. She wouldn't have sat there and taken every word.

He was an idiot.

He took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. Putting his hands in his jeans as he walked towards the group. All seated in the car, except for Dustin.

"hey Dustin can I talk to her?" Eddie asked softly.

He watched as her eyes snapped to him through the windshield. He wanted to offer her a small smile but his heart shattered at the fear that rested as she quickly looked away

"hell to the fucking no. Leave her and us alone. We won't be at hellfire tonight" Dustin snapped as he slammed the car door.

Eddie watched as she drove out of the parking lot.

~~

Dustin stook to his word. Not a single one of them showed up to hellfire. And Eddie wasn't even upset he had to cancel the campaign. He was more upset with the fact he put himself in a position that he wasn't sure he could get out of.

~~

A few days past and the three little sheep, and Dustin's sister hasn't looked in his direction. They all sat at a table in the back corner, smiling and laughing.

Eddie noticed her cheek was no longer banged. Small marks left in her cheek but she smiled like she wasn't bothered.

Eddie thought she was gorgeous. He thought she was gorgeous when he first saw her at the table but watching as she laughed so hard, she had to clench her stomach. He realized how beautiful she really was.

She didn't deserve what he said to her and she deserved a real apology.

~~

Y/N was searching through her car when she heard someone knock on her window. She jumped and quickly looked to see Eddie standing there.

She rolled down her window

"can I talk to you?" Eddie asked as he peaked his head in

"um I guess" she said quietly.

Eddie hated how closed off her body was. She didn't feel safe near him and he gave a good reason for that.

"I wanted to say I'm really fucking sorry. I was completely wrong. I should have never spoken to you like that. I should have never put a hand on you. You didn't deserve any of that"

She nodded with a small smile. Showing that she appreciated his words.

"I also overheard you talking to Dustin about your dad"

Her body stiffened quickly and Eddie noticed

"it's okay. I actually have been there before" he said softly, pulling out a piece of paper.

"I used to call this number every time my dad got done hitting me. No matter the time, they will pick up. And I added my number at the bottom. In case you need someone who can slightly understand." Eddie smiled as soft as he could.

"thanks Eddie" she said tearfully. Putting the piece of paper in her backpack

~~

She calls Eddie every night, and he always picks up. He listens and listens. He never hangs up first or says he has to go. He devoted all his time into her calls. Speaking of things he buried down to forget. But allowing himself to open it back up for her.

The more she called, the less it was about her dad. She just loved hearing his voice. It made her feel giddy and excited. She was terrified the first time she called without wanting to talk about her dad. Afraid he'd hang up because that wasn't the reason he gave his number out.

"hey Eddie. I'm actually doing good tonight but I still wanted to talk to you. Maybe about happy things? I know it's stupid and that's not why you gave me your number but i-"

"shh it's okay. I gave you my number because I wanted to. And I'll gladly sit here and listen to you talk about anything you want gorgeous. Hit me with it"

After that call, she screamed into her pillow and kicked her feet. Dustin teased her for it for weeks. Making kissy faces at the lunch table when Eddie looked away.

"OW!" Dustin screamed as she kicked his leg under the table.

Eddie turned to the noise, "you good Henderson?" He asked as he looked at Dustin concerned

"totally" Dustin huffed out as he rubbed his leg.

Then she wanted more. She wanted more than phone calls

"random question but would you maybe want to go eat sometime? Talk in person instead?" Her body was shaking with anxiety. Preparing for a no

"only agreeing if this means I get to finally take you on a date"

And after that, there were many more dates planned.

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[p1nkm1lkslug]

"𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧... " 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𖹭

(𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚡 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚢)

𖦹you and Nina were probably friends as kids she was the shy awkward cringe kid that liked mlp and you enjoyed everything pink, Barbie and pastel

𖦹I feel like as you two got older she slowly got into horror movies and that basically started her downfall onto true crime (talking bout the makeup and mukbang ones) and overall just sorta went from fangirling over boys her age to fangirling over boys her age who had cut a smile into there face

𖦹 you were Nina's only friend tbh even when she did get slightly popular to fit in she usually ended up ranting about them being annoying at your house while y'all were painting each other's nails while listening to millionaires

𖦹 you thought her crush on a killer was weird but you didn't really mind considering how much Nina ment to you and it wasn't like you could leave her unless you wanted to have a fight with her (trust me you DO NOT WANNA UPSET HER)

𖦹I feel like her mental health and over all just low self-esteem was also what slowly broke her down over the years besides Jeff she only seemed to think off you(she won't admit but sometimes she would imagine a life with you and wonders how soft your lips are)

𖦹 when your family moved away she was devastated along with the constant bullying and slef loathing she just lost it and before you knew it you saw your besties face on the news with the corpses of her mom dad and little brother

𖦹 I don't really think Nina would ever go looking for you so let's say you to become a killer no one would ever assume you were a murderer because of your sweet girly appearance all but the faceless tall man in your dreams THAT'S right kiddo your getting adopted (run as fast as you can)

𖦹 upon arriving in the mansion you probably smelled Nina before you saw her since you haven't met someone who uses that much hello kitty grape body spray in a hot minute and then your ment with a screech and a tackle to the floor as your friend squeezes the living juice out of you (don the fooled Nina is jacked)

𖦹 I feel like she would fill you in on everything that happened on how she broke down, got rejected by Jeff etc etc..

𖦹 but who needs them anyway?! "I'm not arguing with a man that's why y'all g spot is in your ass"- Nina the killer

𖦹 you two practically are just living your dream life having sleepovers (don't mind her she's just sniffing your hair) painting each other nails, watching Barbie movies 𖦹definitely starts to see just how much happier she is now compared to her and Jeff and soon enough starts viewing you in a.. Not so best friend way

𖦹 goes to Jane and basically has her gay ass confession and Jane just tells her to try asking you out

𖦹 I feel as though she is kinda rejection sensitive so she would try figuring out if you were also were into girls

𖦹 after her countless attempts at flirting you remained oblivious (she called your pretty then ran away) you probably found out and things went one way or another

𖦹 option a: you say yes and now y'all are dating expect multiple make out sessions nothing would really change but she gets to rub it in Jeff's face that she's got a really pretty partner/gf and that he still smells like dick cheese (I'm a Jeff hater can you tell?)

𖦹 option b: you reject and she's okay with it I wanna assume that if y'all are still close she wouldn't be willing to loose you and would just wanna be with you regardless of what your relationship status was so yes she will respect your boundaries but don't come to her if you got a crush she's gonna be... Upset

𖦹 option c: you say no and she respects you (and by respect I mean she's going to drug you and proceed to brutally beaten you and crack every bone in your body I don't think she could kill you but just don't be surprised to wake up in her room chained to her bed post.. She didn't want to hurt you she loves you but she just can't let you get away so easily for hurting her)

Also this post is for non men loving men so if your not that scram

[mastermindmp3]

Well, we've finally reached it. The song that made me first start crying on my initial TTPD listen.

There's so much to this song, so much about how we use up and discard the women who make culture. Clara Bow is about the women who get held up as touchstones posthumously / very late into their careers. Swift has stated that she pulled from actual examples used about her, but I can think of so many more that could've been pulled in board rooms.

You look like Gwen Stefani, you look like Brittney Spears, you look like a Spice Girl. I can think of so, so many examples, beyond the ones who are listed in Clara Bow. We, as in the public consciousness, forget the women who shaped the imagery we love. Billie Holiday shaped jazz and pop, Anna May Wong as a pivotal film actress in Hollywood's earliest days, and Sister Rosetta Tharpe for rock and roll. For a very long time, any plus size woman trying to get into music was compared to Adele, and now it's Lizzo.

Young women, especially those in the media industry, are constantly, constantly inundated with women we are supposed to be like, but not entirely. We're supposed to be the better version of them, damned with faint praise. A line that has, in hindsight, stuck out to me was "You look like Stevie Nicks in '75, the hair and lips," because... Why '75?

Obviously, part of it is for the rhyme scheme. But the song is told entirely in quotes, something someone said. Swift looks like Stevie Nicks in '75, because she looks like Stevie when she was young, when she was "new," when she was dazzling.

That's not to say that Stevie Nicks isn't a powerhouse now. She still performs, still writes. She performed this year! In 2024! And yet, she will forever be frozen in '75, when she was with Fleetwood Mac and was releasing their self-titled album, in the throes of writing Rumorus. ( side note: please read the history of Rumours writing process. )

It's an endless cycle: women's ideas are taken, consumed by the public, and when only the bones remain, they're used to compare.

"Promise to be dazzling" is the ending line of the chorus - and it's both a beautiful, poignant reminder that the women listed in the song have captured audience's hearts and minds, and a threat. Promise us that you'll be dazzling, you'll forever be sixteen, forever hold up these ideals and stay the exact same.

I think Swift said it best herself, "There's this thing people say about celebrities, that they're frozen at the age they got famous." The demand is: promise to remain the newest thing, and we will always love you.

The truth is that, well, it's not possible. The promise is designed to not be kept. When public opinion turns on these women, it's to detract from their legacy of art.

Getting older is not a curse, it's a gift. We have so many public figures who didn't get that gift, who are frozen at 18, at 22, at 27. And yet, the societal demand is that women stay young, women can only be beautiful, can only be successful if they are young.

A couple of other songwriting notes.

"Did you know you'd be picked, like a rose?" Another question from imaginary men in meetings; did you know, you would be picked to be the new great thing? Did you know, that you too will begin to wilt under the pressure?

I love the repeats of "I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think I might die if it happened to me / I might die if I made it." Because it relates back to that idea of how caustic fame is. How everyone around the Narrator (very much Swift, in this case) can see how she's being affected by it, and are indirectly praising her for being so strong. Neverminding that this entire album is a statement, a saying of "fame has drained me so, please let me off this pedestal."

But, didn't you know? "[You're] flesh and blood amongst war machines / You're the new god we're worshiping."

That final verse - You look like Taylor Swift, in this light, we're loving it. You've got edge, she never did. The future's bright, dazzling. Her delivery of the lines is soft, but the intent is clear. It doesn't actually matter who the imaginary board director is addressing - it doesn't matter which of the new generation of pop artists look, sound, act, are like Taylor Swift.

What matters, I think, is the warning. Don't let them do this to you. Do not let them tell you that youth is all you have, do not let them make you follow the mold of women before you, that you may only ever be bejeweled right now.

The future, too, is dazzling.

[waitingfortheday]

what do you mean by horribly miscast?

Ooh story time! Sorry, this ended up so long for no reason. I felt like I needed to add context

Let me preface this by saying this was a good production. I'm being silly about it because I love the community theatre group this was done by, and still work with them years later.

I auditioned for a Summer community theatre production of Cats when I was 15 with my friend, because my high school had just done Cats for their Fall musical (I was still in middle school so I was not able to be in it), and became obsessed with the show (watched the 1998 movie 50 times, saw a professional production, memorized the cast recording, discovered fanfiction.net. You know, normal autism stuff).

This was a youth production, so the actors were 12-21. When I saw how many 18-21 year olds were auditioning and actually knew how to dance, I didn't expect to get any of the big roles. I was a very strong singer but pretty middle of the road when it came to dancing, and this is a very dance heavy show. I would have been happy with anything but really wanted Jemima. We just didn't really expect to compete with the older actors.

So imagine my surprise when the cast list came out and my friend and I got Old Deuteronomy and Bombalurina respectively. We weren't the only younger kids in bigger roles, but we were probably the youngest compared to how large the roles were. For example, Demeter was 20, other 15 and 16 year olds got Jemima, Coricopat, and Macavity, and most 12-14 year olds were unnamed ensemble cats.

I was ecstatic but also kind of like "wtf?" Because even at that age I knew this was a weird casting choice. I wasn't much of a dancer which Bombalurina is supposed to be, I was a very high soprano which Bombalurina isn't, and I was a shy kid who didn't know how to act sexy (and still don't).

I figured out pretty quickly that the director wasn't that familiar with the show. He would pronounce every character's name wrong, and had Cassandra sing her line in the opening number up the octave even though it's supposed to be low and the girl playing her was an alto, among other choices that were just weird. He knew the basic idea of what happened in each song but he definitely didn't get into the character descriptions and their personalities or relationships to each other. Which imo is the whole point but .. whatever. I got the role solely because I could sing and not because I suited the character at all. So I decided to play Bomba cute and young instead of trying to be big and flirtatious and failing spectacularly (at one point Demeter and Mistofelees took me aside and gave me new choreography for my solo in Macavity because all the choreographer gave me to work with was walking around and being sultry and like... trying to imitate what pole dancing looks like without a pole and I was super uncomfortable and just wasn't selling it at all.)

I did a good job in the end but the character I was playing was not Bombalurina. Imagine if you took Etcetera and gave her all of Bombalurina's songs. That was basically what I was doing.

Still my favorite show to this day though.

It's even funnier now because I tell people I played Bombalurina and they think I played the Taylor Swift version of the character. And I have to be like no she's actually not like that at all.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

sorry about that ask, i'm so incredibly excited i'm shaking and i had to turn off my video i was listening to because i couldn't concentrate! anyway, i'd like to request JJK with megumi!/older-half sister who he only meets because she's getting engaged forcibly to naoya, i want him lusting at first sight and angstily pining a bit and them fucking in the her marital bed before the wedding while naoya off at his bachelor party or w/e. with creampie and the reader initiating the sex! is this okay?

Title: My Empire of Dirt

Pairing: Bro! Megumi x Sis! Reader; ft. Naoya x Niece(?)Reader; the family tree is a wreathe.

Content Warning: Graphic Incest (Half-sibling); angst; maladaptive coping; manipulation; smut; dubious consent; physical abuse; mentions of arranged marriage, breeding mentions; mentions of forced impregnation (no pregnancy);

Summary: In which, the Zen'in princess finds herself wanting to get even with not only the man forcing her into a marriage she doesn't want but also the family that abandoned her. It doesn't feel as good as she expected.

Notes: BTW! I loved the enthusiasm of this request xD I tried to fit as much in as possible. I had to re-write so often that I'm sure I missed something during editing.

It’s beginning to dawn on you that you may not be as good of a person as you’ve always thought of yourself. You try your best not to be a burden and to help where you can; you’ve left more bowls of milk out for the strays than you can count. When you compare that to the other members of your hedonistic bastard family then it’s easy to see how you managed to fool yourself into believing that you weren’t that bad.

Certainly, you aren’t as bad as your father, who left you behind at a young age. He knew. He knew how this clan functions. He knew that there would be no future for you here. Your only saving grace in this clan is only because of the potential of your womb. Surely, the chances of you bearing the next ten shadows user are exceptionally high, courtesy of the blood of the very same bastard flowing through your veins. You’re sure he knew that’s the only use the clan could have for a girl, barely a woman, like you. Still, Toji left you here to rot. And you’re certain you’re rotten all the way down to the core, just like everyone else that carries your last name.

That’s why it comes as no surprise to you that your uncle Naoya sought the quickest opportunity to snatch you up the minute the clan elder talked about marrying you off, or that he managed to orchestrate a wedding in less than a month; with a lovely venue provided at the school for your great clan with shared accommodations for you and your…husband.

It gives him the opportunity to shove you to the bed, one knee crumpled against your crotch as he pins you down, but you can’t find enough emotion to care. You accepted this a long time ago. “I hate that you and Maki always have that same condescending look. Can’t you at least show a little feeling?” he taunts. You’re sure he’s truly upset, unable to get a rise out of you as you thrust your hands against his chest in a desperate attempt to shove him away. “I absolutely can’t wait to make you cry.”

His tongue snakes along your bruised cheeks, and you strain your neck to get away from the perverse action, which only makes him laugh harder. “Get off of me, damned pig!”

Naoya smiles, absolutely amused by your frustration. “Fine, but don’t think you can keep up this defiant attitude forever,” he warns but you refuse to take his bait and focus on fixing your wrinkled clothes.

Huffing, you wrap your arm around the bedpost to keep yourself steady all the while controlling your breathing to allow your frustration to wash away. Naoya busies himself, speedily pacing around the room and collecting his things.

“Where are you going?” Your question isn’t out of concern for him. Simply, you question to figure out exactly how much peace you’d have for the night and how much hope to build up that he might never return from where he’s going.

“The men in the clan are throwing me a little party,” he explains. “Call it a last night of freedom.”

“Typical.” You don’t know why you thought he’d at least have the decency to pretend to be a good husband in public. “Don’t know why I expected any better.”

“Isn’t it normal to want to celebrate our impending marriage?” He turns to you and a slither of a hand crisscrossing over your thigh makes you want to hurl. “Unless you want me to stay. We can work on making our very own Megumi tonight.”

You cringe and jerk your body away from him, your filter breaking in the process. “You’re disgusting. A pathetic excuse for a man jealous of a boy half—” you didn’t get to finish your complaint as he shoved you to the floor and the sting of a kick makes you yelp like a dog.

“I see I still got to teach you some respect come tomorrow.”

Despite the burning in your ribs, you count yourself lucky that he only kicked you twice this time, and you slowly stand to your feet when you hear the angelic sound of your room door closing.

You throw on your jacket and a pair of jeans before following his example and leaving the room. You’re not sure how long you aimlessly wander the streets of Tokyo with no particular destination in mind. If you had somewhere to call home, then you probably would never return. Alas, the closest thing you can achieve to peace is being far away from your family.

“What are you doing out by yourself?” You guess you couldn’t escape all of them as you come face to face with your brother. “It isn’t safe to be out by yourself.”

And you notice how he shifts his gaze to a low-level curse blended into the surroundings of the city. It hides and chitters behind the light post. It’s nothing you consider more than the fireflies of cursed spirits, fluttering around human metro areas, and they’re about as equally as threatening as said bugs. But you guess in his eyes, you’re someone who needs protection, which you think you would have liked having someone to protect you at some point in your life but it’s about ten years too late and now unnecessary. 

“I don’t get to go out to the city much, and I guess I got a little lost,” you explain.

“I’m heading back now if you want to follow,” he offers to your surprise.

You didn’t expect him to offer since he hasn’t been able to build up the courage to talk to you very often. The day he first saw you even, you could see the shock spreading across his feature. You thought it was from seeing his estranged sister after all this time until you realize he had absolutely no idea who you were other than the Zen’in princess staying at the school for the next few days along with the other great clans attending the wedding. Figures for Toji not to mention you. You wonder if your father even remembers your name.

Then, you find that he’s often watching you, which garners the familiar sinking sensation inside you of being hunted. Luckily, he never attempted to do anything other than catch the little flickers of your image or to embarrassedly avoid your gaze when it met his. When you managed to talk to him, it was friendly, if not a little awkward. It didn’t take you long to figure out he’s attracted to you, at least sexually. If there was something more, you didn’t know since you weren’t versed in the world of genuine emotion aside from anger and deceit rampant in the Zen’in clan.

You wonder if his attraction is another reason Naoya is wary of you being alone with him. There’s no doubt the clan would much rather you try to produce an heir with Megumi, the potential rewards outweighing the risks of such a union. You almost laugh imagining how pissed off Naoya would look if your engagement switched over. He’d probably explode if he even knew you were talking to your brother. So, who can fault you for wanting to tease the situation a little bit? Maybe if you get lucky, Naoya will catch the two of you together as you walk past the neon lights of the bars and clubs, and you could gaslight him about it later.

It's like magic how easy it is to make the waterworks start, a sniffle then two swiped away by the long arm of your jacket. Megumi’s knuckles beat at the back of your hand, his fingertips nervously curling under yours before fluttering back to the safety of his side, too afraid to take the plunge to hold an engaged woman’s hand even if she’s crying. Even if the tiny pitter patters in his chest when he looked at her told him she deserved better than the obviously swollen cheek on your face. Megumi curses under his breath. He wants to tell you that you should run away from that family, don’t look back, burn the bridge so they can’t follow, but that’s easier said than done.

“It’ll be okay,” he says, knowing that it would never be enough, but the words are all he can offer right now. He hopes it is enough so you can at least find comfort when he finally breaks the resistance in his mind to hold your hand. You accept the action readily, making a shiver goes down his spine when you smile back and intertwine your fingers with his.

When you reach your room back at the school, he sits with you on your bed and places a gauze over your cheek to help with the swelling. Can’t let the Zen’in princess walk around with a wound on her face. You almost feel guilty for playing with him like this. He’s kinder than most people you’ve met. Then you remember, if he had grown up in the clan, he probably would’ve treated you the same as everyone else. He’d probably scrambled to marry you, just like Naoya.

You’re unashamedly jealous that he had the good fortune to be born a blessing, with a dad that chose him, leaving a part of you that wanted to spite Megumi as well. It’s a selfish desire but you deserve to have something. Megumi owes you that ever since your father married his mother and left the clan.

“I’ll get some ice.”

You grip his arm, drawing his attention back to you before he has a chance to get up. “What would I have to offer for you to take me away from this place,” you ask him. It’s always something you wanted to ask Toji; how many letters would it take for him to choose to rescue you, too. But now it’s too late as the only thing remaining for you is to scrape up as much fairness as you can from this world, even if it means doing it until your hands bleed.

“You know I can’t do that,” Megumi answers after what seems like an eternity, knowing now more than ever he shouldn’t be here, alone, with you. Weeping, you crane towards him, gripping the front of his shirt with both fists and dropping your head against his chest. You can sense him physically tensing at your touch, his heavy breathing echoing above you, and he’s a step awkward when he finally makes the decision to cup the back of your head in a short hug.

When you pull away, he’s searching for something you can’t quite understand, with an emotion you’ve never had the pleasure of knowing as you catch a highlight of sorrow flashing in his eyes. His thumb brushes away a fresh tear leaking from you. It invites the opportunity for you to give him what he’s probably been thinking about for a while now in the form of parted glossed covered skin and soft sighs. There’s a split moment of uncertainty before he gives in and kisses you back. You take the time to savor the moment, drawing it out to reel him further in with the taste of your lips and the flex of your tongues bumping together.

His hands tread around you, squeezing you into his strong hold. The tightness and desperateness at which he hangs onto you reveals that you might have had more influence over him than you originally realized, and you also find that you like his build much better than your fiancé’s, strong and muscular but not overbearing. Sweetly, you paint his neck with gentle kisses, and you test the waters of desire with a needy squeeze of his crotch.

The groan from his lips along with the arching of his hips up into your touch jolts your heart even if it’s the result you wanted. It’s almost perfect. You take the extra step to settle yourself onto his lap and lower your arms around his shoulders to play with the hair at his nape. “Naoya is never gentle, but you would be gentle with me, wouldn’t you, Fushiguro?”

Megumi swallows thickly to where you can see his Adam’s apple bob, and you can hear his throat is dry as he tries to collect and voice his thoughts with a harsh rasp. “…We shouldn’t,” he chokes out, which makes you want to scream. “It’ll only make things worse.”

“No one has to know,” you try to pedal back, letting the line out a little bit to give him enough room to relax before reeling him back in. “I thought maybe…you liked me.”

“You’re getting the wrong idea. I want to but,” he admits, not that you needed to hear it when you can feel the imprint of his dick against your ass, “you’re not in your head right now.”

“I am thinking clearly, Fushiguro,” you correct. You’re probably thinking more clearly than you ever had before. You only needed this one thing. “I just…need to know what it feels like, to have someone care about me, please just this once.”

And maybe he really does think he’s your knight as you look to him pleadingly to solve all your problems in the world with something he can only give you. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“Probably not until morning,” you answer. Though, you really hope he comes home sooner. You’d trade your very soul to have him walk in on this scene, with your legs spread over Megumi’s lap and his large hands climbing up your backside.

“More than enough time then,” he mumbles, tenderly drawing circles into your hips before flipping you over and closing you onto the bed. He watches your face, taking a few deep breaths as his mind keeps repeating that he’s really doing this with you, that you’re much more gorgeous underneath him than he’d imagined.

If this is a dream, he hopes he doesn’t wake up. You’re so, so beautiful, and his heart swells when he thinks you’ll look even more dreamy in your wedding dress.

Megumi kisses your cheek then your jaw as he begins to push up your jacket and shirt, exposing your stomach to his series of kisses and nips. It’s like he’ll never be able to get enough of you fast enough. Hopefully, you wouldn’t see him as desperate from the way he cautiously squeezes your waist and nuzzle into the warmth of your chest.

You hold in a hiss as he too accurately drags over your wounded side. The pain only makes you more excited as it reminds you of your fiancé, of the fact that you’re about to fuck the man who irritates him the most in the very spot he sleeps in, and you can’t wait to rub the fact in his face that he isn’t going to be the one to rid you of your virtue like he so bragged. Instead, your little brother would have the honor since he so clambered for the chance to fuck his own sister without so much as even questioning your position on the family tree, a circle at this rate surely. You wonder if you should ask if that turned him on as he pushes your top above your head.

A smile slivers on your face. “That isn’t fair, you need to undress too,” you tell him. He folds and listens to you without argument; and you can’t deny that it was making you excited to have him under your commands the same way everything about you made him excited from your lips teasing at his neck, the way your hands glide over his bare skin, the squeeze of your thighs cushioning around his hips.

You weren’t expecting him to get hard so fast, but you suppose it doesn’t matter. You have plenty of time, and the more he can give the better for you.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes out, and it makes your lungs burn from the sharp gasp you take in as he sucks on your nipple. You’d have to remember to tell Naoya that Megumi thought—you squash the thought. It was too painful to think about, and you wanted to focus on other things as he begins to pull off your pants.

This is something Megumi thinks Naoya wouldn’t probably do for you, and he almost asks if your fiancé has ever thought about more than his own pleasure but the glossy look in your eyes tells him to not bring up something that would undoubtedly cause you more heartache, not when you’re crooning into the air and your hands are tangling into his hair in desperate grips to match the feeling washing over you.

He starts, gently at first, but harder as your moans escalate with the shifting of his tongue over your clit. You tense as you feel something cold entering you but quickly start arching when he adds a second finger, pressing and tickling at your sensitive nerves.

“Fushiguro,” you whisper in strangled breaths, stomach convulsing with each knotted clench of your lower body. And he hopes, at least this much, will make him someone you think about in the future when your hands release his hair to grip the sheets under you.

Though, you’re too busy thinking it might be worth having your engagement switched over if he can use his tongue like that, in a way that has your vision skipping.

He’s definitely self-satisfied by the time he’s finished and gazing up at you. But it isn’t enough to satisfy you, not until you seal the deal, go all the way until there’s absolutely no ignoring what’s happened between the two of you.

You sit up to kiss him hard, catching him by surprise again. You don’t break away from him until you have him underneath you, your legs splayed around him, hands working fast to work down his slacks enough to uncover his cock.

He pulls onto your hips, encouraging you to stroke him along your wet cunt. He continues until he’s lined up with you, and there’s a split hesitation as he asks, “Are you sure?”

“More than sure,” is your answer, and you take the lead to slide yourself over his cock and begin to roll your hips to push further downward, which causes you to sigh. “Fushi-Fushiguro.”

He heaves, deep and heavy, his expression short of being taken over by lust as he ruts into you. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No,” you whimper.

“Good,” he states, sitting up to hug his arms around your back and kiss and bite your neck as you grind and bounce on top of him. You whimper into his skin, hiding your stuttering whimpers against his shoulder.

You grind your hips down against his, his face scrunching shut as he chokes down a moan. You can feel it, feel him pulsing harder inside you as his breathing speeds up and his chest rises and falls against the rhythm of your own.

“Close,” he spits out, hiding his head in your shoulder, and you suppose that this is much quicker than he wants by the little whimpers that escape him as he tries to hold out from the clenching of your walls around him.

You’re so close to his ear that you’re sure you can whisper to him anything as he shudders and falls into his high. “How does it feel to cum inside your older sister?” Is what you want to say if only to see the look on his face and to feel his jerking hips skip, but you needed him for just a bit longer. So, you bite your tongue and hold onto your thoughts as you feel his warmth filling you.

If having kids for the Zen’in is your destiny then you’d much prefer sneaking a Fushiguro in; and if not, you at least hope the wet spot the two of you make together will last until morning as it leaks out from under you, spreading to the sheets between your legs.

“Sorry, that was fast,” he puffs.

“No, no, it was more than enough,” you answer thankfully. You couldn’t wait to tell Naoya that your brother got to you before he had the chance.

He pulls you down and places a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, I mean, if I could…I’d take you away from them,” he whispers along the crest of your forehead. “Let you stay with me.”

Your pitifully jealous heart skips a beat. You guess there is some ripe flesh still remaining between the rot and your core. It makes you want to cry genuine tears for the first time in a long time, so long that you can’t remember the last time. Probably because he looks so much like the one person you wanted to hear those words from. Despite being aware of these feelings, you still wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the exact time the tears began to fall. It only makes it worse when he holds onto you like he actually loves you. Something you still couldn't believe is possible.

[laladellakang]

YES YES YES PLEASE I’m literally down for anything whether it’s a drabble or some ideas u just had just give me sth 😭😭😭( on a serious note tho it’s fine take your time love)

thank you so much!! here’s some of the drafts i have so far! maybe you guys have some ideas to add on these?

"Della?" Jungwon looked up from his phone to look at the girl beside him. He could've sworn he heard her breath get heavier.

"Look at Koya!" her eyes were watering when she showed him a video of her youngest cat. "He's so cute," she tried to blink the tears away. She can't ruin her makeup or she'll get scolded and probably cry harder.

"He really is so cute. He kinda looks like his mom," he helped fan the tears away. "Here, have a lollipop."

"Yay!"

[della’s period episode]

"It also sucks that I wasn't the first one," SHIT, I'm fucking blushing.

I know these guys literally just asked me to be their girlfriend but it's still crazy to me that they actually have feelings for me. Like- Jake actually wants to kiss me? Holy fuck.

[first kisses, della’s pov]

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"We can have a few sessions together if you want. That way we can meet more often," it's no secret that Kazuha (well.. Le Sserafim in general) wants to get closer to the girl. Given that they're the same age, in the same industry, from the same company, and that she can speak Kazuha's mother tongue really well.

"I would like that," Kazuha reciprocated Della's high-five.

[extras: hybe caterers]

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"Guys- go play the strawberry game or something with the kids while Jay and I check in," Heeseung instructed the rest of Enha.

"Okay, hyung, "Okay, oppa," the six and their kids watched them walk away.

"Let's get some boba," everyone agreed with Sunoo's suggestion.

They knew that they can't play such games in places like the airport. They'll be way too loud.

[the en-family goes to disneyland tokyo]

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"No but- I'll be so offended if my cooking skills were compared to Sunghoon-oppa," Della joined. "Niki and Sunoo are not that bad."

[ Park Sunghoon (20): Number 1 worst cook in ENHYPEN ]

[en-o’clock 14&15]

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"So Della, you're going to be standing on top of here, and just stand there," the staff instructed the girl dressed in a white gown. "We'll shoot a few far away shots with Enhypen in the bottom and then you can come down for the close ups, okay?"

"Yes, understood," Della nodded her head once.

[au: nonidol!della]

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Della would say that she was comfortable with virtually all of her stage outfits.

Everything was tested beforehand so she was never worried about flashing anyone, especially with how hard their choreos go.

[della wardrobe malfunction (or something like that but i just can’t figure it out)]

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“Hear me out..." Heeseung leaned against the sink. "Have you ever seen any of us naked?"

"Bro- ew," Jake's eyes widened.

[nsfw: ramyeonz threesome]

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"You're gonna win. No way," the older laughed. "Try with one of the guys."

"Let's try, Lala," Youngbin suddenly offered.

[scenario: the guys getting jealous during i-land]

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"Two what?!" Jake asked, laughing at what Della called them, causing her to burst too.

"Today I was supposed to be alone but two invaders decided to join," Della translated in Korean, talking in between laughs.

"Guys she called us idiots!" Jake protested, still off-camera and making Della laugh more.

"Sunghoon-oppa and Jake-oppa!" Della announced with an applause. The two boys appeared from both sides of the screen, Jake from the left and Sunghoon on the right.

[v-live: jallahoon (y’all this was OLD OLD. over a year old omg)]

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several thumbnails i planned to use but… idk now

[della living up to the korea’s siren title]

[kang della giving major dom vibes]

[whoever put tyd together is a genius]

[enhypen: our favourite poly couple part 63278129]

[awkwardgtace]

Protective Instincts

Heyy It's late but posting this cause I'm gonna be out of commission for at least a week. (Will of course love asks during this time) Idk what tw to put so please lemme know if there's blatant ones

Kyrie has been having a bit of a problem since he grew, so far he's ignored it while hiding it from Melody. Although that can't last forever.

Protective Instincts

Kyrie blinked as the world returned to normal. The strange dark shadows were gone.  The lights he’d been seeking out vanished. He was alone in the open water with a lot of fish around him. He hated times like this. Ever since he grew he had periods where the world went dark and he couldn’t stop himself from seeking out all the lights. He wasn’t sure what the lights even were. Some were mers, but not all of them.

He stretched, flicking his tail a few times. The fish around him swam off and he sighed. It  wasn’t like that would help much if he was about to start hunting. He grabbed some of the slower fish in a fist before figuring out his way home. At least he could claim that he’d left for a reason instead of losing himself to those strange instincts.

Kyrie took off towards the den he shared with Byssal and Pelago. They were probably worried about him. It made sense, these weird instinct driven times kept happening. So far he hadn’t gone towards Melody, but he didn’t know how long that would last. Eventually he might scare her and have to start all over with her… again. A whine escaped him at the thought.

“Kyrie!?” Pel’s worried voice shocked him. The small mermaid swam up to him, crashing right into his nose. He brought a hand up and cupped it around her. Carefully, he wrapped two of his fingers around her tail and pulled her away so he could see her. Her face was full of worry. “Where were you!? Byss and I woke up and you were gone. He went to check with Melody and Caprice to see if you’d gone there.”

“I woke up early and went hunting,” he chirped. Pel tried to squirm out of his hold, he didn’t stop her. She swam down to his other hand and let out a shocked chirp. He grimaced and let out a sad chirp of his own. “I got too much again, didn’t I?”

Pel swam up and settled herself on his head. She didn’t like to admit that his size had caused more changes than any of them expected. He wasn’t supposed to get this big. She just chirped a bit trying to reassure him, but there wasn’t much she could say to help. He swam forward, slower than before now that he had a passenger. She was cleaning out his hair, he missed the days her hands were massive compared to him.

As soon as he reached the cave a deep growl came from inside. Byssal swam out and barreled into his chest. He caught the smaller man with his free hand, ignoring the growls and struggles to get free. Kyrie let him go once he’d moved most of the way into the cave. He’d dug into the ground to make more space for them after he grew, the others used magic to fix the opening’s size. The parts he changed looked natural, it felt like his claws were built to make changes like them.

Byssal swam up to his face with a terrifying glare the second he was free. Kyrie had to force himself to stay still. His head was too high right now, Pel could get hurt. He carefully swam around the older mer and let himself float to the floor. It was always better like this. He tried to curl in on himself a little. As always he ended up with his tail fin hovering in the water across from his face.

“Where were you?” Byss growled. Kyrie brought his hand with the fish forward, opening it to reveal the catch he’d made.

“I went hunting,” he whispered. Pel always trusted him, Byssal didn’t. The green mer stared at him for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh. He grabbed one of the fish Kyrie brought. At least they weren’t Pel’s size this time.

“It happened again didn’t it?” Kyrie looked away. The quick movement knocked Pelago free of his hair. The mermaid floated down, settling on Kyrie’s open palm. She let out worried chirps, but he was tempted to lie. The looks of concern stopped him. All he did was nod.

“Oh guppy, you can tell us,” Pelago said. She swam up to his head again and started petting his nose. He was tempted to leave, but the two had settled in a way he’d have to use force to get around them. “We just want to help you.”

“Where did you wake up?” Byss sounded angry, of course he was angry. Kyrie had these… he didn’t know what to call them. The world turned almost completely dark, all he could see were shadows and lights. He swam around aimlessly sometimes with a goal of finding a specific light. He barely remembered what he did during those times.

“A few reefs out. It wasn’t as bad this time.” The mers that raised him gave him duplicate looks of doubt.

“Guppy, you were gone since the moon was high, it was just as bad as the others.” He shook his head, Pel swam back before it bothered her too much.

“No, I just took a while to get back. The sun hadn’t come up yet.” It was the first time he lied to them. He didn’t want them to keep worrying. Every morning they hounded him, worried he’d disappeared and done something he would hate himself for. They had to stop sleeping on his chest after the first few times. They’d just be woken up and left behind. At least he never hurt them. The relief on their faces told him the lie was the right idea.

“Maybe it is getting better. We should try and get Harmony to talk with us again. She might have an idea of what’s happening.” Byss chirped in approval at Pel’s idea.

Kyrie nodded along as the two settled near his hand. They’d eat what they wanted and he’d eat the rest. The issue of grabbing too much on a hunt was easy enough to solve at least. Although he hadn’t actually been hungry since he grew. Almost like he didn’t need to eat. Caprice had been curious about how Harmony eats trapped in the siren’s nest. Maybe she and Kyrie just don’t. Something else to make what they were different from others. The thought almost pulled another whine from his throat, but he held it back.

He shook off the thoughts and tried to focus on the conversation Byss and Pel were having. It was hard, he was tired. If he wanted them to believe it hadn’t lasted all night he couldn’t sleep. No matter how much his eyes burned as he stayed awake. It was the fourth time this week, he had to be able to sleep soon. All he got was that they thought things could start to go back to normal.

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Kyrie’s eyes snapped open to a world of shadows. Two dim lights were on top of him, carefully he moved them to a spot out of the way. Then he left. There were dim lights all across his territory, but one was brighter than the others. The most important one needed him. He had to go to them. He swam low to the sea floor, running his hands along it. Just in case.

As he moved he noticed a group of lights. One was too dim. He swam up at full speed. The small group of lights were huddled together among shadows. He tried to grab the dimmest one, but it was hard. Shadows were in the way, they were solid. They were too important to break through. He had to squeeze his fingers into an opening. Finally he managed to get a part of the light between his claws pulling the light out.

“Let me go!” the light shouted. He brought them close, smelling them carefully. Definitely a light, but the smell made him sad. It also smelled of blood. He opened his mouth wide, he’d need to heal them. They had to stay safe. “Don’t eat me!”

He huffed, it pushed the light away a little. He didn’t eat the lights. He protected the lights. That’s what he was here for. He set the light on his tongue, careful of his teeth. He closed his mouth, seeking out the taste of blood on it. He tasted tears, he hated that taste. Soon enough he found the injury on the small light. They were squirming, making it hard to take care of it. He carefully put them between his teeth, finally making them still.

Kyrie licked the wound a few times before releasing the light. He pinched them between his claws again. He set them back with the group of lights he pulled them from before turning away. The brightest light still needed him. With a flick of his tail he was moving again, the lights he left were all the same level of dim. A safe dim.

Sand was kicked up by his claws as he swam. The brightest light was higher, but he wouldn’t go up until he had to. Other lights stayed low, he’d help on his way. He bumped his head on something ahead of him. Another shadow he couldn’t make out. The light he cared about was close, just above him. He dug his claws into the sand and started to drag himself up. He had to reach the light.

Once his head cleared the water his vision turned worse. The shadows were harder to tell apart. His light was glimmering. Another light was with her, a little dimmer. More like the ones he’d left when the brightest one needed him. He continued climbing up. Pausing to feel ahead of him. Making sure none of the shadows would be hurt by him. He couldn’t mindlessly break them, the lights needed them and sometimes they hid in them.

“Mel, are you sure you’re alright?” Kyrie rushed when he heard the dimmer light speak. He had to help.

“I… I’ll be fine. It was just another nightmare. Go back to bed,” the bright light spoke this time. He had to reach her. He kept his movements slow. Feeling the shadow he knew kept these lights hidden. He had to be extra careful of this shadow. The brightest light needed it.

“Mel, what happened? Talking about it used to help right?”

“I… I was back in that place. All the horrible voices and faces. I couldn’t move or think… I could swear it was real. I… Cap, what if I do go back there?”

“You won’t we took care of that, remember? The songs you wrote don’t have that weird magic tied to them. And I’ll shatter them again if I have to.”

“You don’t know that would work!” Kyrie pulled himself around the shadow closer to his lights. He heard noises that left him more concerned. He had to make sure they weren’t hurt. Heal anything that happened. “K-Kyrie?!”

“What do you want?” The dimmer light was mad. It didn’t matter. He just had to reach them. He ran his fingers over the shadow near them, it was empty. He could reach in. He squeezed two fingers inside hoping to reach the lights.

“Stop!” He froze. He couldn’t ignore this light’s demands. This light was special, different.

“Hurt?” he asked. The light used different words, it was hard to match them. He had to in order to protect them.

“She’s fine, go away.” Kyrie growled a little, he couldn’t help it. They were in danger and wanted him to leave. The glow of the lights weren’t injured, but the brightest one needed him. He was here for her.

“Protect you.”

Kyrie curled his tail around the shadow the lights were in. He rested his head on the ground, he could still see the lights. They were talking, soft noises he couldn’t hear well. The dimmer light left, it bothered him. The shadows would hide the light. Another growl escaped him.

“C-Cap is just going to his room. We’re safe,” his brightest light said. He didn’t believe her, but he wouldn’t break these shadows. These lights were special and these shadows too. He wouldn’t be forceful around them. He curled up around the shadow as tightly as he could. They’d be safe while he was here.

“Sleep. Safe,” he said. He could see the light moving around. She was doing something, it didn’t make sense. She should curl up. The light stopped and Kyrie chirped lightly. A small reminder of his promise to keep her safe. The dimmer light too, even if the dim light treated him like a monster.

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Kyrie felt rested. It was the first time in a while he felt like he’d actually gotten to sleep. His skin was dry, there was air around him. It made him groan. He tried to pull his tail closer.

“Kyrie stop!” Melody shouted. Kyrie froze. She shouldn’t be around him, that wasn’t where he was supposed to be. Slowly he opened his eyes and met the small siren staring at him with wide eyes. “Please stop.”

“...Melody,” he croaked. His throat was dry. How long had he been on land? It took him far too long to realize he was surrounding her den. He pushed himself away, his back landing in the shallows near Melody’s beach. His tail hung off the small cliff.

“Kyrie!” Her shout spurred him to move. He rolled to the side. The splash of his tail hitting the water was big enough to hit his back. He pulled himself into the deeper water with all his strength. He couldn’t stay here. “Wait!”

For the first time since he’d heard her song he ignored her call. Even before she sang he was always interested in her voice. Each word made him curious. He wanted to know what they meant. He shook off the thoughts and swam, he had to get away. He remembered seeking out the lights. She must have been the one he was after this time. 

It was hard to stay where he wanted as he swam. It was around the time other mers were out. He saw them and tried to avoid bothering them, but when he moved his tail it caused currents. The best way to avoid problems was to keep moving. As long as he kept his tail moving they wouldn’t be dragged out to the deep waters with him.

Kyrie knew he couldn’t leave things as they were. He needed help. The only person who could help him was the same one he never wanted to see again. Harmony. The massive mermaid made him angry. He didn’t trust her, even if the others said she was fine. She was the only mer with colors like him. The only one who could tell him why sometimes he could only see lights and shadows. Why some part of him needed to patrol the lights. And she was the one who wanted to kill his Melody.

“Guppy!” Pel called to him. He sped up. They weren’t coming to Harmony with him. He’d go alone… If he couldn’t control whatever was going on he wasn’t coming back. He’d find a way to trap himself somewhere that he wouldn’t trouble them anymore.

“Kyrie!” Byssal sounded angry. He’d probably thrown Pel as he swam past. It didn’t matter they’d find out what happened soon enough. They’d figure out where he was going. He flicked his tail hoping the new current would make sure both the older mers were gone.

The trip was faster on his own too. As soon as he cleared his own den he could stop holding back. The speed he could reach without anyone to worry about was a bit shocking. He’d never admit he liked the freedom in the open waters. Although it left him no time to think before he reached the entrance to the siren nest.

The entrance felt smaller than the last time. It hadn’t changed and neither had he. The place felt like it wanted to keep him. That he’d never be allowed to leave if he made the wrong choice. Melody’s face flashed in his mind. He had to do this. He needed answers so he would face the only other creature in the seas like him.

It was a tight fit at first in the entrance. He might have changed, Melody said his arms felt softer the other day. It was fine, he just had to use his claws to pull forward. Soon enough the cave opened and he barely fit himself into the spot with the false roof. He rushed to open it. Using his tail he pushed with all his strength into the hidden tunnel.

The tunnel itself made him feel sick. It was made of scales like his own. The last time he was here he’d only noticed the bones guarding the nest from above as they left. The place was surrounded by dead and each had his scales. He wasn’t sure there was a way out that didn’t use Harmony with his size. She had to lift him over the wall in the air. She’d grabbed him in a tight fist last time.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come back yet,” her voice echoed in the tunnel. As soon as he was in the open water her shadow hid all the light. Staring up he got scared. What if he got that big? Melody was so small next to Harmony. He didn’t want to be big like that. He would rather get smaller, his old size. That size could protect them all and he could hold Melody safely.

“I need answers,” he said. She let out some chirps that made him shake. He didn’t like her chirps, they felt foreign. Byss said she’d been abandoned for her colors too. There was time for her to learn chirps before those showed up.

“Why should I give you them?” The shadow above him disappeared. A strong current started to tug against him. He gave into it. Letting himself be pulled as the mermaid moved her hand to drag him close. He never wanted to act like this. He wouldn’t control people with currents he made. Not on purpose at least.

“Why wouldn’t you?” The current stopped. It left him floating above her. 

“There’s not much you should need to know until you come here.” He didn’t like how she spoke either. He couldn’t explain it, nothing was wrong. Just some things sounded odd.

“I am here.”

“When you’re here to replace me, little one.” He frowned, she definitely knew his name. It was like she didn’t want to use it.

“I’m not going to replace you.” He growled at the idea. He wouldn’t leave himself trapped in the siren’s nest so this mermaid could go free.

“You will. You’re next in line. Like I was. I’ve already decided where my scales will join in protecting the nest.” He floated down, a bit closer to her face.

“What… what does that mean?”

“That’s for later. If you want to ask questions, ask me. If I feel like answering I shall.” Kyrie whined. If he could get the answer to the shadows and lights then he’d worry about the scales protecting this place later.

“I… I keep waking up with the world dark. All I see are lights that I have to go protect. It was once a week at first, but it’s getting worse.” Kyrie swam to the side of her face letting himself float to the stones near her. He didn’t want to admit what sent him here. “I don’t remember exactly what happens. I wake up somewhere else. I know I was going towards one of the lights. Sometimes I know I did something to some while swimming around. I hear voices in the back of my mind when I wake up, ones begging to be let go…”

”It seems you’re drawn as I was. Those protective instincts of ours are strong. You should have control after a decade or two…” Kyrie flattened his fins against his head. Melody told him that word once. It meant ten seasons? No… it meant more than that. A lot more than that. Byss and Pel said something about years… each was four seasons. He shook his head. That didn’t matter; it was too long either way.

“That’s too long! I need control now!” He brought himself closer to her eyes. It was the first time he noticed the clouded portions looked almost bleached. Like the shells Pell would leave out in the sun too long. He floated away, nearer to her gills as he tried to understand her eyes.

“Then control it.” She blew out a sigh. The water from her gills pushed him away from her. Harmony flattened her ear fins blocking him from returning to the spot he’d been in… Unless he chose to sit on her fins at least. “Controlling it isn’t always the same, I can’t tell you the steps to take.”

Kyrie let out a whine mixed with a growl. He needed to control this. He had to do better before he scared Melody more. He couldn’t risk her hating him. Harmony twitched her fins. Another sigh sent more water towards him, but he kept his place. He’d get answers. He’d keep Melody, Caprice, Pelago, and Byssal safe.

“I had to accept that I couldn’t always hold what I would protect. My predecessor kept me still until I’d learned to control myself.”

“Predecessor…” Kyrie hadn’t heard that word before. The way Harmony spoke sounded mixed with human languages as she said it. Kyrie yelped as her shadow engulfed him. Impossible fingers wrapped around him and pulled him to her face.

“The one before me would hold me like this as I struggled to reach my charge. Or place me under the weight of his tail. At times he held my tail with his teeth right at the fin.” Kyrie shivered, imagining her teeth on his tail fin made him nervous. She kept her hold on him as she moved. 

“I don’t want that!” His complaints were ignored. She let out a whine that made him freeze.

“Neither did I. He took the measures to stop me once my eyes were injured. He told me the lights had burned my eyes from being too close. I was much smaller than you and my charges were much larger. The light was too bright. Those spots show complete darkness, more complete than I thought there could be.”

Kyrie couldn’t think of anything to say. She didn’t sound disinterested or bored this time. There wasn’t confidence in her words, just some kind of pain. She let him go, the water blew past him again. He swam up to her face, but she didn’t look upset. More… resigned.

“You may need to accept you’ll fail before you’ll learn control. That you won’t be able to protect all that have fallen into your charge under the siren,” Harmony said. Kyrie shuddered. She reached up and touched the remains that rested the closest to the surface. “One of the ones before had that same issue. They never learned true control.”

“I won’t fail. I’ll keep my pod safe,” he growled. He wouldn’t let the others be hurt, or stay hurt. He’d learn control, he was strong enough to stop this.

“You will.” Harmony sat up, covering him in darkness again. “Just as you fail to register what draws you to the siren. You say she’s your destined, one of those who raised you have said it. Siren’s don’t sing for their own mates. Their voices will never draw you in for themselves. That's why they always traveled in pairs.”

Kyrie growled. Harmony was lying. Melody was meant to be with him. Her voice made him positive. He’d already been curious and drawn to her before she sang. It wouldn’t change now and he knew what sirens did.

“Doubt me all you want, but I’m speaking the truth. You were drawn to her before you heard her song, correct?” Kyrie let out an affirmative chirp. It just proved that his love for her was strong. “That was because you’d found your charge. Had you never met her you would have been drawn here instead.”

“You’re lying! I love her!” He growled and flexed his fingers. He expected the massive mer to grab him and punish him. Instead she just blew water towards him. It made him spiral down into the nest. From there he was faced with how small he was next to the only mer he had ever met with his scales.

“You may love her, but there’s no promise you belong together. Question me, doubt me, even attack me if you like. It doesn’t change the truth. You exist to guard merfolk with one as your main charge. That one happens to be this siren, otherwise you’d be here. You two aren’t destined.”

Harmony didn’t move her hand towards him. Kyrie saw tears of his own traveling up towards the massive mer. She spoke weirdly again, but that wasn’t what mattered. She had to be lying. If she wasn’t… Melody might leave him. She might hate him and never give him another chance. He might scare her for good. He didn’t want this mer’s help anymore he just… he had to see Melody. First he just had to leave.

Harmony felt as Kyrie swam back into the tunnel he’d entered from. She waved her hand towards the tunnel hoping it would show him the path out. She returned to where she always rested and closed her eyes. I’m sorry little one, she thought, it’s best to move on now. Before you’re trapped alone in your grief as I was. Tears slipped from the massive mermaid’s eyes as she allowed memories she buried to surface once more. Memories from when she’d just become big enough to hear the ocean’s voice.

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Kyrie swam blindly once he’d managed to escape the siren’s nest. He couldn’t return to his den, the others would ask questions. He couldn’t go to Melody, he’d scared her again. He had to get somewhere far from everyone until he’d learned to control himself. Then… then he could go home. If Harmony was right it was better he stopped seeing Melody. He was just keeping her from finding her real destined.

A prick on his tail fin made him shudder. He stopped and pulled his tail forward, shocked to find small pale hands with white claws holding on. He held back a whimper as he stopped moving his tail. The mer tightened their hold as they were thrown up. Kyrie’s eyes widened when pale skin and a long white tail floated above his fin.

“Caprice?” he whispered. The human eyed mer stared at him before releasing his hold and pointing to the surface. Kyrie grimaced, but listened. He grabbed Caprice in one hand gently before bringing them both above the deep waters. The glare from the smaller man had his heart racing. Melody probably never wanted to see him again.

“Finally found you!” Caprice shouted. Kyrie wilted under his gaze. “I’ve spent all day looking for you.”

Kyrie just whimpered which received a burning glare.

“I went all over to find you. I even went to Harmony and she said you’d just left.” Caprice let out a sigh, Kyrie was tempted to run. The smaller mer’s face softened before he continued. “Melody started crying the second you left this morning! She’s convinced you hate her. You have to go talk to her. She's been sitting on the beach waiting.”

“...I…,” he tried. He didn’t know what to say. That he’d put her through so much only for her not to belong with him. That he wasn’t destined to be with her after all. He let his head sink into the water. Caprice swam closer and planted his hands on Kyrie’s nose.

“Did she scare you?” Kyrie jumped, the look was different than he expected. It was hard to make out so close, but… concern was all he could see. He offered a negative chirp. “Then go talk to her.”

Kyrie nodded, slipping under the surface again. He hesitated when he caught the scent of blood. He took a closer look at the human turned mer. The white tail was covered in small scratches with hints of red. The pale skin of his human half was peppered with marks of blood. One set of marks he could see was clearly the bite of a large fish or mer.

“You’re hurt,” he whispered. He felt a tug in the back of his mind. He pushed it away, focusing on the man in front of him. Caprice shrugged. A clear attempt to brush off his injuries. Kyrie cupped his hands around the smaller mer.

“There are bigger fish than I learned about out here. I’m fine,” Caprice said. His voice was garbled in the water. Kyrie let out a small chirp of worry. Caprice started to fidget in his cupped hands.

“...Can I fix it?” Caprice stiffened, but gave a slow nod. 

“Might as well…”

Kyrie swallowed before opening his mouth wide. He grabbed Caprice in one hand, guiding his tail into his mouth. Caprice curled up until Kyrie was able to trap him behind his teeth. A warm feeling spread in Kyrie’s chest as he started to swim towards Melody. The rumbling sound he made around her sometimes started up from his core.

Caprice said something, but the noise from his chest blocked the other out. Kyrie just focused on a stable swim as he coated the other’s wounds. He half expected another taste along with the blood, one he hated. He tried to shake off the feeling by focusing on the human half once the tail was done. By the time he was near his den the wounds the partial human suffered were well taken care of. 

Once he opened his mouth Caprice swam out and faced him. That pull in his mind died out once he saw all the marks of red gone from the pale skin and white tail. Kyrie chirped happily as he reached towards the smaller man. Caprice dodged his hand and swam towards. Kyrie started to follow, but the partial human pointed in the direction of Melody. With a single nod Kyrie left.

He swam high, near the surface, as he traveled. It was past noon, the smaller mers were hidden near the sands. A part of him wanted to swim low and run his hand through the sand. It felt familiar too. He closed his eyes, the night before flashing in his mind. Lights all around while he swam near the sands until finally he reached the beach he knew well. He opened his eyes just before he hit his head on the land he had to climb up.

Kyrie stared up towards the surface. Caprice said she was hurt, but maybe she was just scared. He pushed the thoughts away. At the very least he had to tell her that… that he might have been wrong. That he loved her, but someone better for her was probably out there. That she might have a human she belongs with…

With a heavy heart he pushed himself to the surface. As soon as he met the air he found his siren. She was hugging one of her knees to her chest with her head buried in her arms. His shadow covered her quickly. He didn’t know what to say. How to apologize for scaring her. How to explain what Harmony said about his instincts and her voice. How to tell her… to tell her he might have been wrong.

“Go away,” she said. He jumped, barely holding in a whimper. She did hate him. Caprice was wrong; she was crying because of her fear. “I don’t need one of you to tell me he hates me. Just go away, either he tells me himself or I’m not moving.”

He moved closer, trying to see something to tell what she meant.

“Of course he hates me now. I did something to make him show up here in the middle of the night. He should hate me and never want to-” He chirped in worry, bringing his hands around her before she could finish. Her head snapped up so fast he thought it could hurt her. The brown eyes he loved were glassy, slowly filling with life as they stared at each other.

“You didn’t call me,” he whispered. She climbed to her feet and buried her small fingers in his skin. Sometimes he wondered if she’d hurt him doing that if she had claws. He wouldn’t care if she did. “I have instincts… make me want to protect. This time it was you… I just had to protect you.”

“I… I didn’t call you? I didn’t do some weird siren thing again?” She sounded excited. He let out a small whimper before nodding. Now she could be scared. Instead she tried to wrap her arms around his finger. He chirped curiously. “I thought I made your eyes look like that again. Protective instincts I can work with.”

“You’re not mad?” He didn’t remember much of how he acted. Most times he didn’t, but this time it involved Melody. He must have done something cruel again. She pressed her face into his finger and shook her head no. He chirped a few times trying to understand. “Wasn’t it like the beach?”

“Sort of…” He whined, but she tightened her hold on his finger. Kyrie leaned down and pressed his nose into her side. He didn’t expect how quickly she moved to hug his nose instead. He loved her, he didn’t want to lose her. “Your eyes were empty again. You tried to grab me, maybe Cap too. This time you listened. I told you to stop and you talked to me. If you’re like that I can handle you showing up when I have nightmares.”

“Nightmares?” He nuzzled his nose into her. That was a word she told him once, but he couldn’t remember what it meant.

“It was a bad dream… I wasn’t me again, someone else was controlling me. I was singing, Cap said I woke up screaming. Then you showed up and your eyes looked so empty I thought… I thought I…”

Kyrie pushed Melody with his nose knocking her off her feet. She grunted, but he moved to flatten her against the ground. His cheek covered her, but he made sure to keep her face clear. He chirped a few calming sounds to make the tears he knew were starting disappear. He would keep her from the nightmares too.

“Melody is Melody and safe. I’ll keep you safe,” he mumbled. She laughed, making his cheeks grow warm. “I’ll keep nightmares away.”

“I think you will,” she whispered. “I felt safer after you showed up, although I felt guilty too.”

She pulled her hands free, using her small fingers to draw on his skin. It made him shudder. He loved his tiny mate… He had to tell her they weren’t destined, that she might belong with someone her size. Someone who doesn’t scare her. He let a bit of time pass before picking himself up. He folded his arms in front of himself then hid his mouth behind them. He stared down at Melody, dreading her reaction.

“What… what if I was wrong?” he asked. She tilted her head. It was hard to admit it. “About being destined. What if… we aren’t?”

“Destined?” she said. He chirped to confirm, but she kept a confused look for a little bit of time. Her eyes widened and her small lips formed an ‘O’ before she spoke. “Oh right, the merfolk form of soul mates… I mean does it matter if we aren’t? Honestly I’ve always believed in love at first sight, but I think you choose your soul mate, or I guess destined. Maybe no cosmic being says we’re good for each other, but what do you think?”

“...I love you and want to be with you and near you.” The smile on her face made the rumbling sound in his chest start up. He kept forgetting to ask Byss about that. It didn’t matter. Melody smiled wider every time it started.

“I love you too… and I want that too. Isn’t that enough?” He nodded. Melody walked over and slid down to sit next to his arm. “By the way, the cops finally finished with that guy you saved us from. Apparently he kept a copy of the song I recorded before everything… Do you want to hear it?”

Kyrie gave an affirmative chirp. The way Melody dropped things always made him feel better. He knew she would still think about it and they’d talk about it, but for now he could just smile with her near him. He’d accept if she found her real destined someday. If it made him lose himself he’d get Harmony to stop him. However she had to.

Melody played for a bit on her tiny box that she called a phone. After a bit the speakers Caprice set up for times like this started to make music. It was more like what Melody played when she was working and all he could do was watch. He jumped when he heard her voice. It sounded different. It caused a foreign, but warm feeling to bloom in his heart.

“Apparently any version of my singing had to be wiped. The closer to when I turned twenty the stronger the songs were…” she said, her voice was shockingly quiet. “I used to hate what happened, but I don’t anymore… I like that I can sing just for someone so important to me.” She ran a hand over his skin. “That I met you, Byssal, and Pel. Besides… I think we are soul mates, destined, whatever you want to call it.”

Melody stood up and walked away to face him. That warm feeling in his heart turned into a fire. He couldn’t stop himself from chirping, the calls he knew should call his mate. She stared at him and he could feel how much she loved him. This wasn’t like the other times she would sing around him. It was softer, warmer, kinder, and amazing. The other times it was all consuming and demanding, this time it just made his love stronger and made her shine.

“I think you’re right,” he whispered. He lifted his head up intending to kiss her. He loved feeling her body against his lips. His own smile was wide as he brought his lips near her.

“Wait, Kyrie, show me your teeth,” she said. He whined, but did as she asked. He could feel her tiny hands on his lips as she walked towards his left side. A shiver ran through him when she touched the gums near his teeth. “Hold still.”

Kyrie whined, but did as she instructed. Rather he tried to. The second she climbed onto his lips he shivered again. Melody grumbled, the song from the speakers petered into silence. It took her a few tries, but eventually her touch disappeared. Kyrie pulled back before she said to, hoping to know what happened.

Melody was holding a scale bigger than her head. The color was a vibrant shade of violet. His head filled with pain as part of his actions came back. A smaller mer that he grabbed and stuffed in his mouth. Healed, but terrified. He leaned forward to get the scent. An explanation or apology had to happen. The scent struck his heart with fear.

Without a thought he tried to hide himself in the sand. He didn’t want to see that color, smell that mer. He couldn’t see them again. Never again. Melody’s hands on his arms kept him from running and hiding completely.

“Kyrie, what's wrong?  Did I hurt you?” she cried. He shook his head. He couldn’t speak, all that would come out were whimpers. He felt her small body pressed against his arm. He cupped a hand around her, hiding her from anyone who could arrive. He didn’t want those mers near her. They might hurt her… they might think she was dangerous too. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you. I don’t know if I can help, but I’ll try.”

After a few more whimpers he whined out, “That scale is from a mer in my first pod.” Melody tensed against him before burying her face in his skin. Kyrie pressed his fingers against her back, adding as much pressure as he could. She was safe and they couldn’t leave him to die again. He’d make sure it stayed that way.

[stoopid-turtle]

BTS in Order Addendum 2

Second and final addendum for rn! This covers the translated bts clips for June that I found. Sadly, the playlist did not have July or Aug, so I can't go over those. If I ever do find July and Aug, I'll try to add it on.

As before, the timeline posts are already updated. I'm just highlighting some things here for those who don't want to hunt for the updates. Also, I tried to clean up some of the formatting but y'all, the formatting on Tumblr is just weird. I can't figure it out and I'm not gonna invest the time to do so, so I've done my best!

I can see where the WZC/GG pairing came from. GG and WZC seem quite close, often playful, and similarly physically affectionate to ggdd. Their dynamic is different, but I can def see how people could pull together a compilation of their bts clips for CPFs. (Not saying they were a real couple, like ggdd.)

Madam Jin did not seem to realize she was cast in a bl adaption.

There's much mentioned of dd's afterglow on 6.19 after the Dragon Boat Festival date, but I've never seen anyone mention that GG is also in a really great mood the next day. His first scene is in the forest with JC and JL, and he's all smiles and says, "I'm so happy this early morning. I really love my team."

JC says "Happy? What nonsense!" For some reason, this sets gg off on the giggles.

Needless to say, GG had his own afterglow.

Also on 6.19, there's this cute exchange between gg and the older lady producer (?), who is also from Chongqing:

Crewmember: So many beauties come from Chongqing. GG: I'm beautiful. Producer lady: More beautiful than me? GG: How can that be? Can't compare!

And then, a couple days later on 6.23, when dd is still gone, gg is in a hellishly rotten mood. He's visibly moody and unresponsive to xl and JC, both of whom try to cheer him up. At one point, he asks someone (his assistant?) if he has any crying scenes that day. And later he says, "Remember this feeling. After a month, when filming, definitely will..." I think he says something more to XL here, but I guess it was too quiet for the translator to hear. The implication to me is that he's gonna try to bring up the experience of his feelings in later scenes when WWX is having similar feelings.

Not everything with regards to the boys has to be about ggdd, so it's possible that gg's bad mood is bc of something else going on in his life. Family, friends, something with his company, politics, a stranger being a jerk, whatever. DD's one possibility among many. I did check out what dd was doing on 6.23 and 6.22, and he's on Produce 101, where he looks as DD (with a mullet) as ever. But there aren't any bts or unscripted clips of him where he might reveal a similar mood, so it's hard to say anything.

So basically, make of gg's bad mood what you will. It could be literally anything.

I need to talk about JC's fake butt

So the clip on 6.25, with JZX, Mianmian, dd, XL, and gg all chatting starts with them talking about JC wearing a "fake butt". I'm guessing butt padding? Some highlights:

DD is confused because he's "not even wearing jeans", to which gg asks if it makes sense to wear a fake butt in jeans.

The "reason" why JC wears this is apparently only known to XL and GG. XL refuses to explain.

GG says if she doesn't explain, dd will just walk up to JC and ask him, "JC, you wear a fake butt?"

Poor WZC did seem a bit put-upon on the set.

Also, unrelated, dd thinks sweat is sexy.

Also, the nasal spray that got passed around: looked sus, but not actually that sus. It's a Thai herbal nasal inhaler, which apparently looks a lot like people doing some uppers. (So much so that gg chastises the cameraman for filming it and XL turns her back to do it)

Also also, gg's rotten mood is gone. The clip on 6.23 of him being in a bad mood is only about 5 min long, and there's only a 45sec clip for 6.24. So basically, we have no idea what might have cheered him up and there are almost a full 2 days of stuff we know nothing about.

[vulpini-mage]

tell me about your HON rewrite

Uhhh, this is so much longer that i was expecting it to be and not cohesive.

some pretext about what happens before Zoey shows up. Nerefet is the big bad of the series. rather than being this major powerhouse that everyone is in awe of, she's this overzealous social climber that was banished from high vampire society and is slowly building up power to take everyone down and take what she considers her true place, the ruler of all vampires.

Aphrodite was her most recent pet project after the last one died on her.

Aphrodite was a major vampire nerd before being turned into, a menace in every vampire forum, studying everything publicly known about vampire culture, you get the picture. but it worked out.; in vampire society, she has been making a name for herself.

The important thing here is that Nererfet only cares about being the most powerful and at the start of the rewrite that's vampires. once she discovers something better, she will sell out the entire vampire race to get something greater. Aphrodite actually cares a lot about vampires and vampire society. and once she figures out nerefet isn't as devoted she wants to annihilate her for that

zoey is the perfect replacement.

zoey is fucking dumbass; she's sorta a heather duke/Starscream; always been kept mostly in check by a queen bee (her mom, her older sister, and her friend Kayla) is constantly trying to be the head bitch but the second she gets a bit of power, she can't handle it. so in this zoey's not so much mary sue, she is just not considered a threat compared to other characters so she gets to glide by while in house of night. she will not let go of any sort of power for love or money and will take everyone down with her.

so we have; gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss: vampire edition, and these three are the most powerful spirit users in centuries.

everyone else in vampire society: why tf are we stuck with them?

other than these three let's talk about zoey's friends.

stevie rae is the most reluctant about becoming vampire; of all the nerd herd she is the most put together before being turned; meaning she'll be the one going through it the most. she's desperately holding on to her humanity.

the twins, their gimmick was paper thin, made no sense, and fucking stupid, so now they're actual twins with Erin being albino. Erin is not part of the herd; she's part of Aphrodite's crew here. she's been alienated most of her life from her albinism, kids are cruel and she's always got called a vampire; it got worse in high school. so when the opportunity to be a creature of the night came up she jumped on it.

Shaunee's been told to look out for her sister for as long as she can remember and being her sister's keeper has colored a lot her personality. the second most reluctant to become a vampire; at the start, she and her sister aren't talking. no one knows that they're twins, just that they got to the school at the same time.

Damien......I don't know. his personality was basically gay™ and the only one who studied for the SATs. here's the tentative plan for Damien; since this takes place during '07 he would have gotten bitten to escape his homophobic parents and maybe he got the idea to be bitten by an online friend/boyfriend.

I'm struggling to figure out how to remove zoey's Cherokee background/ magic; mostly it doesn't make sense, I believe it used to just add a mystical element into the series and I do not feel comfortable touching that.

a little expansion on my part: in the original, there were humans, vampyres, red vampyres, and oc gods, and gods.

in this: vampires, ghouls, damphirs, vampire hunters, and humans, maybe some others.

Stevie Rae still dies in book 2. Book 3, no wait. lemme explain the timeline.

the series og timeline fucking stupid, semi takes place in real-time of the 7 years (2007-2014) that the first books were being published then another 6 books from the end of the original books to the start of the spin-off.

but by the time series is over everyone is about 17. Zoey was 17 for 9 years. I know I really should give a damn about the timeline but that does mean that every single thing that happens in the course of the series happens in a little over a year. and that does bother me.

In this version, book one takes place over the course of 3 months from 10/31 to 12/24, Zoey's birthday

book two is from March to June. etc.

Zoey in og was 16➡17, so she was a sophomore. in this, she's 15➡16, and is the youngest of the group, so her awful self entitled attitude makes more sense.

aphrodite and Erik are 17 so they will be full vampires soon.

oh like I said, Stevie rae still dies but her spirit is still around. Zoey gets attacked by her ghoul self and accidentally fuses stevie rae's spirit and body together and makes her into a damphir. stevie are runs away in the chaos and later we find out not only can she walk in the sun but she has spirit powers in addition to her earth powers and has been turning ghouls into damphirs. they're the same group as the red vampyres. this includes Kramisha, nerefet's former pet project.

she still has the gift of prophecy but not bad poetry. Aphrodite still has her visions. kramisha's gift is limited in information but focused on a target while Aphrodite's vision is overloaded with information but happens randomly.

There's more but this has been sitting in my drafts for months and maybe I'll get more ideas to do something with this

[starlightshadowsworld]

Danganronpa 3: Future arc episode 3.

Back to... This.

I regret everything.

.... It was fake....

She's alive!

I dunno whether to be more mad or relieved.

So she's alive but still hurt?

... Nope it's a toy knife and ketchup.

Fuck you guys I got scared.

... Wait whys everyone scared?

GOZU!

NOOOO!!!

My boi!

The fucking emotional whiplash and I've just started this.

Oh they strung him up and oh... Oh fuck.

Of course it's one of the people who was sweet and I liked.

And it makes sense why him of all people.

But still!

Everyone going through it I mean a fake body, and than a real body.

Were they trying to kill Gozu and Asahina? But they can only kill one so that... happened?

Why the red herring?

Makoto hun it's not you're fault.

Kyoko instantly sus of the director. As she should be.

Asahina being the one who's pumped up and ready to go.

But Makoto not so much, it's like they switched moods.

Thank you Monomi for the exposition dump.

Okay so this was designed to be an overseas branch of Hope's Peak.

That later became what it is now.

Also we can just call it the Incident or the tragedy, we don't need to say the full name everytime.

It's a mouthful.

Wait so this means Makoto had ketchup on his hand how did he not notice?

... No yeah that situation was traumatic as fuck it makes sense it took a while.

"No one diess on my watch."

Oh Makoto...its just the beginning.

And yeah he figured out Miaya's forbidden action.

She can't go right.

Which is so random compared to "no running" and "witnessing violence" but fair.

Makoto easing her nerves by sharing his forbidden action with her.

It's dangerous but that's how you build trust in others.

People may think Makoto's preachy but he means everything he says.

And Asahina joining in only adds to that

"Be hit with a punch or a kick"... she's come close.

Way to close.

I love seeing Asahina confident, ready for whatever comes. It's so her and it's nice to see that again.

Hmm... Someone's here...

"I'll lead them off."

"With what, power walking?"

See that's how insults work guys.

Asahina be safe!

And Miaya's going with her.

Which is great but now Makoto is alone.

Makoto who is on everyone's hit list.

... Oh boy..

Seiko is... Pissed.

Yasuhiro is still on roof outside, oh man. He has no idea what's going on inside.

Shame, he could've gotten help but those missles(?) won't let him go.

Kyoko might be older and more polite, but she's still Kyoko.

I like seeing her way, Makoto is in a group that easily shares his weaknesses.

But Kyoko is with those who are guarded, and thus she is also guarded.

Makes sense.

I can't trust you if you don't trust me.

Makoto announcing Gozu's death as "bad news" just makes me laugh.

And finally he gets to explain himself.

Makoto meeting Izuru just a wild concept.

The manufactured hope and the one born of hope.

You know when you think of how Makoto was in a killing game.

Saw how own classmates kill each other.

But still saw goodness, still saw hope in them.

Would later reflect on the memories that were stolen from them that they had shared.

It makes a lot of sense in retrospect why he can see the Remnants as people rather than monsters.

Because he's seen what despair does to a person.

What it can drive them to.

He couldn't save his friends, but maybe he could save them.

In a way I feel like he did it because he wanted to help, because he saw good, saw hope in them.

But maybe also to atone in some way?

They all suffered under the hands of Junko Enoshima.

He had the means to help them he hadn't had before.

It makes sense why did the things he did.

Whether people agree is a whole other story but I'm glad he got to tell it.

Maybe sharing your weakness with people trying to kill you is a bad idea.

But if he wants people to have faith in him, to trust him.

It's a danger you have to take. And one he's willing to do so.

He knows how these things work afterall.

Kyoko's smile after he does so though. Because she knows him, she's knows he would do what's right.

She's not suprised at all.

"Lamest speech I've ever heard in my life."

No asked for your option Juzo!

Also fuck off Munakata.

Makoto knows true despair.

He went to class with them.

Badum tss

He's fallen to the bottom. Both figuratively and literally and bought himself back up to the top.

You're the one who's superficial.

You're the one who says they fight for hope, despite already succumbing and dooming yourself and others into despair.

Juzo not being mad at being left behind but instead saying "go for it big guy."

Idk if its just me but that sure sounded flirty.

... Is Seiko okay?

Soo Ruruka and Seiko seem like they have history.

Okay Seiko's on... Something.

I'm sus of the director but yeah that's Makoto alright.

He believes in what he says, doesn't mean he doesn't know how crazy it sounds.

... Fucking hell someone just threw a chair at Kyoko.

She's fine though.

Looks pissed but she's okay.

Ugh Juzo.

And Munakata's got to Makoto.

Fuck.

Makoto I love you and I get your vibe but there's a time for words and a time to goo.

I don't think you can talk down a murderous Munakata with a sword.

Even you're not that good.

I know it was a killing game but saying Makoto only won because it was a game.

Is fucked.

Also Makoto was supposed to lose that "game", do you not remember the 5th trial?

If Alter Ego wasn't in the system, Makoto would've died in his execution.

How is that not real enough for you?

Also saying that Makoto only won than cos the rules were vague and here they are cut and dry.

But also saying your words and attitude mean nothing because the real world has no rules.

Pick a lane man.

Also yes the real world does have rules.

"You don't know the hell we've put ourselves through to keep people alive."

Not specifically in your case but... He knows the feeling.

Very much so.

It's kinda his whole thing.

You guys need therapy not a sword and a chair.

Of course Makoto believes in his words, to him they aren't hollow. And they've gotten him this far.

Munakata for all your posturing, don't realise you're in the exact same game that you ridicule Makoto for.

Your a hypocrite.

"Exactly. If anyone can do it is you. Which is why I can't allow you to escape.

Your hollow words may spurr people forward, heaven knows to what."

... Boy you got issues.

Ah yes I will kill to destroy despair.

... Where have I heard that before.

Fucking hell.

Okay I will say "how unfortunate, too bad this wasn't a class room trial" is a cool line.

But also fuck you.

[floralovebot]

Ok I’m sorry if you’ve already answered this before but I saw some of your older posts talking about your headcanons regarding Helia’s Dynamic with Miele as well as Flora’s dynamic with Saladin and they were just so wholesome! I’m just a sucker for wholesome (future) in-law dynamics. So anyway, it made me wonder if you had any thoughts or headcanons on Helia’s dynamic/relationship with Flora’s parents, Rhodos and Alyssa. Its already a crime that we don’t get to see Flora’s family that much in canon (not to mention her parents don’t get introduced until season 6/7 of all things). Its an even bigger crime that we get practically zero interactions between Helia and Flora’s parents in canon (from what I remember). Like at least between him and Miele, we get a little something in the comics, but NOTHING with Rhodos and Alyssa! So yeah, I’d like to hear your thoughts

AHHHHHHHHHH OBSESSED

i have mentioned this before (teehee)! but it's not suuuper fleshed out so i'm taking advantage of your ask to talk about helia more ajdgkdag

you're so right it's an Absolute Crime that we didn't get to see her parents till the later seasons (and we don't even know if they're what rainbow/iginio originally intended her parents to be like either), but i actually really like her parents! rhodos being So Goofy and making a bunch of puns?? AMAZING also fully obsessed with both flora and her mother having strangling vines that grab everyone like we really see where flora gets it from aldhgjlg

anyway, with how friendly they both are, i think they would fully adore helia! especially since flora probably talks about him a lot or at the very least doesn't hide that she's in a relationship, i think they would end up knowing a lot more about him than he realizes ajhdgl i definitely don't think it would take till s7 for them to properly meet though! i can see flora officially introducing him near the end of s3 or sometime in s5 (considering the earth gap year)!

but Anyway, headcanons!!

rhodos and alyssa are absolutely devasted that helia has next to zero knowledge about plants and plant care, so rhodos takes it upon himself to teach helia every single time he visits

rhodos is also very excited to say every single pun/joke about plants he knows since he figures helia hasn't heard them yet (helia: takes one step outside - rhodos: well, I can't WHEAT to see you again ;;;;))

in ep6 it shows them taking care of the magiwolves and since i also hc that helia has some good medical knowledge, i like to think that he'd be able to impress them with that! i can see them comparing notes and maybe even asking for help with other animals!

in the comics, they mention that flora and helia played together when they were kids and i hc that it was actually alyssa who remembered him and told them!

rhodos is way too friendly and cheerfully tells helia that he can call him dad if he wants to. helia's too nervous to tell him he thinks that's weird as hell ajdgl

helia still calls them mr. rhodos and mrs. alyssa decades after meeting them aladhg

i mentioned in the miele post that she would eventually ask to know when he's going on missions, and i think after a couple years (probably around s7 time), rhodos and alyssa would also ask for that information. timmy helps him make a little timetable that he can just fill out and they can access whenever

i think i mentioned it in the first post but they absolutely try to subtly drop hints that they're okay with florelia getting married aldghl (they're not subtle At All but they're trying okay alhdgl)

helia would definitely be a little awkward and nervous around them at first, even more so after experiencing how nice they are to him. i can see him feeling like he doesn't deserve it or like he needs to earn their respect. that would last for a couple of years but eventually he would have a moment where it just kind of clicks that they literally don't care what he does as long as he treats flora with respect and love.

after that, he would randomly get a lot more comfortable with them and they get excited because they think it means florelia are getting married or something ajdhgl