#it's the incredible power of trust and the incredible pain of it being damaged and the incredible effort in rebuilding it

[candy69gurl]

I love your Noncon stories so much... like DAMNNNN..... CAN you please do a teacher gojo (Gojo sensei) x student female reader noncon???? Where she trusts Gojo so much but at the end of the day she ends up being raped by Gojo..... pleaseeeeeeeeeee 💗💗💗💗

Are you.. not weak?

Teacher Gojo x student f!reader

Warnings- 18+, dark, non/con, mentions of violence blood (fight with curse), age gap (both are adults), public sex, misuse of trust, loss of virginity, nipple play, fingering, blow job, sex against wall, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), mutliple orgasm, raw sex (cumming inside), clit slapping, breeding kink

wc - 4.5k

ART NOT MINE !

The curse swirls and coils, spewing putrid venom at you. You dive out of the way, just evading the devastating strike. The curse screeches and lunges at you again, this time successfully scratching your arm with its sharp claws. You flinch as the venom sears like molten fire against your flesh. The curse charges at you again, its teeth and talons hungry for your flesh. You manage to dodge the assault at the last second, but your stamina is swiftly dwindling.

The curse's venom has burned and left your arm raw. The flesh around the cut is already growing septic, and the pain is excruciating.

The venom rushes through your veins like boiling liquid pain, impairing your judgement and equilibrium. You can hardly stand owing to the shock and anguish. You grab your arm, attempting to stop the flow of blood.

You see the curse about to harm you again.

A-am i going to die?

Gojo's eyes widen as he realises the curse is hitting you. He moves at incredible speeds, appearing beside you in an instant. He pulls you out of the path, accepting the curse himself. His six eyes sparkle brightly as he confronts the curse with strong focus and determination. The curse roars in rage, lashing out at Gojo with its claws and teeth. Gojo does not let the strike hit him due to his infinity blocking any attack attempt to hurt him.

Gojo got the news that you not in your dorm so, so he hurries out to find you, his six eyes narrowing as he tries to figure out where you could possibly be. His cursed energy rises as he explores his surroundings, looking for your scent or any indication of where you could be. He dashes from place to place, looking for any trace of you.

When he sensed you, he dashed to where you were, taking in the sight of you fighting a special grade curse.

He notices that you are damaged, with a burn mark on your arm and venom pouring through your veins. Without hesitation, he utilises his Purple Hollow to break the Special Grade curse. His cursed energy coalesces in his palm as he aims a massive blast at the curse. The Purple hollow hits its target with lethal precision, incinerating the curse instantly. The force of the blast sends the curse flying back and leaves a massive crater behind. Gojo lets out a heavy breath in relief as the curse is no more.

Gojo immediately rushes over to your side, his six eyes scanning you for any potential injuries. He sees that you are unconscious, your breaths slow and shallow. He can see that the venom is still coursing through your veins and the skin around the wound is beginning to scab over. He grimaces in concern as he sees the extent of your injuries.

He softly grabs your arms, lifts you, and carries you on his shoulder.

What was she even thinking.. he sighs, and in a second, Gojo transports you to Shoko using his teleportation power, your limp and unconscious body on his shoulders.

Your eyes fluttered open, and the scene around you became fuzzy and unclear as you tried to make sense of it all.

You're laying in bed with your arm bandaged and a dull aching from your wounds.

You sit up slowly, trying to recall what happened.

Your eyes survey the room, and then to Gojo sitting next to your bed.

"S-sensei?"

He gets up and moves closer to you.

"How do you feel?" he says quietly, his voice full of concerm.

"Mf'ne," you reply.

He gives you a slight smile, his eyes still full with anxiety

"The venom has been neutralised, so your condition is stable for now." He informs you. "You still need to rest. That was a high-level curse.I can't believe you were able to put them off that long."

"Why were you fighting a special grade curse alone.......Do you realise how dangerous that is?"

His tone implies dismay.

"I-", you try to make up something quickly.

He notices the guilt and embarrassment on your face. "You were trying to prove something, weren't you?" 

He asks quietly.

You were up against Miwa, who was apparently a fan girl of Gojo. You failed miserably, failing to land a single hit on her throughout the entire match while she effortlessly evaded your attacks and countered you flawlessly. After the match, you overhear Gojo talking to Miwa.

Gojo: "You did well. Your technique is impressive, especially the way you used the environment to your advantage."

Miwa: "Thank you, sensei."

Gojo smiled at her.

Gojo: Keep this up and one day you will be able to the strongest sorcerer like me.

Miwa squealed and blushed, her face brightens.

You rolled your eyes and felt jealous and embarrassed. You felt determined to prove to GOJO that you're just as good, if not better than her so you decided to go and find a special grade curse to fight, alone.

You continue to roll your eyes as you recall what happened a few days earlier, still feeling envious and ashamed by your bad performance and how much Gojo complimented Miwa.

You snap back to reality and realise you're still in the infirmary bed. Your arm injuries continue to pain, and you feel fatigued and weak. Gojo is still sitting next to your bed, staring at you intently.

"I asked you something, Y/N," Gojo squints his eyes, and you can feel it through the blindfold.

"I-i, yes. I only wanted to prove myself that I am strong, and I failed."

Gojo sighs with disappointment.

"Trying to prove yourself by fighting a special grade curse alone.. that was reckless. It's just too dangerous." He looks at you with a mixture of concern and frustration in his eyes. "You're just lucky that I was able to find you in time before anything even worse happened."

"S-sorry.."

He shakes his head, still looking at you with concern.

"It's alright. Just... don't try to do something like this again, okay? If something happens to you, I can never forgive myself", his voice laced with a slight hint of amusement.

"h-huh?" He smiles slightly "I mean it. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything bad happened to you." He pauses, his voice softening "You're my... favorite student after all"

He notices the blush on your cheeks and his smile widens. "Don't go blushing on me now", he teases, his voice laced with amusement.

He stops and gives you a serious look.

"You do understand that I'm saying this because I care about you, right?"

You nod without looking at his face.

"Just know that I'm constantly looking out for you and I will not allow anything bad to happen to you."

He pauses again, his face becoming more serious.

"I will keep my eyes on you."

You notice that Gojo has indeed been keeping a close watch over you. You can feel his eyes on you at all times, watching your every move and making sure you stay safe. He is also keeping an eye on who you talk to and what you do, making sure that you don't do anything foolish again.

He's been very vigilant and keeping a close eye on you, which makes you feel both secure and a bit uneasy at the same time.

Despite feeling somewhat uneasy, you trust Gojo and feel secure that he will protect you and keep you safe. You know that he is only doing this to make sure that you don't do anything foolish again, and ultimately you feel reassured by his watchful eyes.

It's true, you know that Gojo will come rushing to your rescue at the slightest indication of injury or discomfort. He's always keeping an eye on you and ready to act at any moment. His vigilance makes you feel both safe and loved, and you realize how lucky you are to have him. You know that he would do anything to protect and heal you.

The other sorcerers started noticing the strange behavior of Gojo. They found it odd that he began keeping a close eye on you and always watching out for you. They were wondering why he was doing this, as usually he doesn't bother about such small matters.

Whenever they pointed this out to him, he would give some reasons like "You're weak" and "You don't know what you are doing" which would make you angrily pout and say "I am not weak!", and "I know what I'm doing".

You are training with Yuji when something unexpected happens, and you find yourself in a lewd position with Yuji on top of you. Yuji fumbles over his own feet and falls on top of you, catching you both off guard. Both of you are flustered.

Just then, Gojo appears from nowhere. He sees you and Yuji in a very provocative position. He grabs Yuji's hoodie and pulls him off you.

"What you two are doing?" He notices Yuji blushing and stuttering, and you're still shaken and flustered by the situation.

"W-we were just t-training ..." Yuji stutters.

"Really. T-training is..." You also stutter, and you both appear flustered and embarrassed.

Suddenly, something explodes inside Gojo. At first, he thought it was just his annoyance with Yuji, but there was more to it. Fear or an unknown emotion he is not sure of it. He wanted to be your first choice, not anyone else.

Yuji says, "Uh.. I.. I have an important work.. I have to leave now." Yuji walks away with an awkward smile.

You both stand awkwardly, Gojo's expression unreadable. You avoid looking at him because you can feel his intense stare on you.

"Uh, I need to go somewhere," you suddenly say.

As you're about to leave, he says "You are not going anywhere."

"W-why not?"

"Because I said so. You are not going anywhere", his voice demmanding and angry He says with some intensity in that, his eyes are pinning you to your place.

" I-i don't understand why not ", you argue

"You don't need to understand."

You can see tension building up in his body, his muscles stiffening . He's acting weird than usual..... you cannot put your finger to it, but something's definitely wrong.

"Well , YOU CANT JUST ORDER ME AROUND LIKE THAT" you suddenly snap.

He stares at you with a fiery look, his eyes like daggers "Do not give me that attitude." His voice is laced with anger, he's clearly not in a good mood. He seems to be losing his patience with you.

"S-stop making fool of me infront of everyone."

He continues to stare at you for a minute, his rage rising

"Is that what you think?" He askss angrily, leaning closer to you while speaking.

You move back, now your back is against the wall of the Jujutsu High building

He appears to notice you leaning back and steps back slightly to give you some personal space. He's still looking at you with fierce eyes, and his voice remains keen as he speaks.

"I'm not making a fool of you in front of everyone. I'm just trying to protect you."

"I.. I don't need your protection"

He grimaces at that statement, his temper boiling up inside him once again. "Hah! You don't remember do you?", his voice harsh as he slams his hands on the wall trapping you against it. His voice is laced with anger as he speaks, he looks down at you. "You do not need my protection, then why the hell were you dying that day?", he growls.

"I.. am really grateful to you for that but that does not m-", you protest He interrupts you, his voice harsh.

"Shut up!" He's livid now, he takes off his blindfold with one hand and you can see his crystal blue, like diamond sword as he glares at you. "If you are really grateful why don't you show that to me?"

Your face shows confusion.

He's so close to you that you can feel his hot breath on your neck. He seems to be enjoying making you squirm, his eyes still filled with an intense look.  "Show me how grateful you are. Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

You try to push him away, but he holds his ground, not letting you go. You can feel his chest now against your body, heat radiating from him. He gives you a smirk as his hands move to hold your wrist, restraining you.

Your voice shake as you understand the situation you are in, "H-how am I gonna do that?"

"Hmmm..by giving me your virginity" he says with a hint of amusement in his voice .

Your eyes widen in fear and excitement, "Y-your joking."

His eyes are still intense and serious as he looks down on you. "Am I though?..."

"Sensei pls let me go", you plead, struggling.

"You wouldn’t wanna be on my bad side, sweetheart.” He grinned slyly, his grip tightening around her wrist. His breath ghosting across her cheek. He presses her against the wall more as his ears fill with her pondering heartbeats. “I will be gentle I promise..” His lips graze your earlobe gently, sending chills down your spine. 

"N-no please", your voice begging to let go.

“Hmm Don't you trust me Y/N? ” Gojo purs into your ear, his free hand roaming along your body, “I never intend to hurt you."

He releases his grip on your arms letting them fall down, and they shift to grab his shoulders to push him away. His hands cups your cheeks, squeezing them gently, keeping you close to his body. He chuckles darkly, a sinister look dancing in his eyes. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give you what you need.”

He does not wait for your response, his hands already travelling down to your legs going up to your thighs under your uniform skirt. You bite your lower lip closing eyes "Aww, you like that, baby? That’s good.” His voice dripped with seduction as he continues upward, lingering on your thighs. Gojo can't help but chuckle softly, his mouth hovering above yours.

“Guess you ain’t as resistant as you pretend to be.” He leans in, his lips brushing against yours, seizing the opportunity to capture your lips with his own. His tongue darts out to taste you, claiming ownership of your mouth.  Gojo wants you, he needs you, and now he's taking you right here. His hands roam freely, exploring every inch of your lovely body. As the kiss intensified, he feels your submission within it. His hand moves up to cup your breast, kneading it gently through your clothes.

“Let me have you,” he growls his teeth gently grazing your bottom lip. His other hand slide down your side, cupping your ass and pulling you closer, the heat building up in your core is unmistakable. 

"P-please not here, w-what if someone-"

"Then you better not make any noise." He whispers against your lips. His hands shift, beginning to tug at the buttons of your uniform shirt.

“We’ll do this right, ok?” He says reassuringly, yet demanding obedience. He can't resist the urge anymore, his body screams for you, his soul desires you. He needs to make this moment last, to imprint it onto both your minds forever. He starts unbuttoning your uniform, revealing delicate skin beneath.Your eyes follow his hand movements. 

A gentle bite on your neck made you gasp softly; a rush of adrenaline filled the air. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you from everything else.”

His voice was rough, almost animalistic in its hunger. He was determined to satisfy his primal urges. He unbottons all the bottons of your shirt.

You try to hide your exposed chest. 

Gojo's smirk widened as he feels you hiding yourself from him. "Don't do it.” He orders hoarsely, playing with the strap of your bra. "Don't you trust me?" 

You nod, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

He takes your hand which was hiding your breasts and kisses them gently. Pulling your bra up, he reveals your breasts, nipples hardening at his gaze. His thumbs brushed against your nipples, teasing them softly.  His hands travel down your waist, lifting your thigh up. His thumb rubbing against your clad clit.

You flinch at his touch, his lips curl up to an evil smile as he finds your neck again, nipping and sucking, marking you as his own.

  "Let me take care of you, baby." He pushes your undies aside, thrusting a finger inside you.

Your eyes shut close at his sudden thrust, "Aah, s-so sudden.." your one arm wrap itself around his neck and the other grabs his shoudler for balance.

"Your so wet yet you say you don't want this.. So Tight, ah" Gojo speaks, his voice low and husky. He adds another finger, stretching you wide. "You have no idea how much we both want this, Y/N. It's been killing me – waiting, watching you from a ar."

"nngh n-no more ssensei, c-cant stand"

Gojo's smirk grew bigger, his fingers moving inside you faster. “Can’t handle this, huh?” He chuckles darkly, thrusting his fingers deeper. "If you can't handle my fingers, how are you gonna handle my cock hm?"

"Pls I can't take anymore."

“You said you are not weak, why don't you try and prove it?” His voice was rough, his hips grinding against you. He hooks his finger on your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Hnghh-" you arch your body as his fingers move faster, hitting a spot that makes you whimper softly, your nails digging into his shoulder as you feel yourself reaching climax, he feels your walls tightening more. his other hand leaves your waist and grabs your breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching and rolling your nipples slightly. His fingers curl inside you, and you cry out creaming with his fingers in you.

"Shh", he harshly covers your mouth, "you don't want people to see you like this do you?"

You shake your head frantically, as knees shake and you gradually collapse to the ground. He lets you collapse on ground as you breath after such an intense orgasm for the first time in your life.

“Easy, my little bird,” he coos, unbuckeling his belt pulling his erect shaft. “Open your mouth” 

Your eyes shift to his member to his face "W-what?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Y/N." He says, his voice thick with lust. "Open your mouth if you don't want to get hurt when I fuck you with it." He repeats, his eyes boring into yours.

"I-its so big"

"Don't worry I will guide you through it" You slowly open your mouth, your eyes never leaving his. He smiles, his eyes filled with lust and desire. He slowly thrusts his cock into your mouth, feeling your tongue swirl around him. He moans softly, his fingers tangling in your hair protecting the back of your head, as he pushes your head against the wall. He thrusts deeper, feeling your gag reflex kick in.

He pulls back slightly, giving you a chance to breathe. He thrusts back in, feeling your throat constrict around him. He moans louder, his hands pulling your head closer to him. He thrusts faster, feeling your nose press against his stomach.

Gojo grins, "That's right, take it all." He groans, his hips pistoning harder, forcing you to take his full length. He slams into you, thrusting in and out of your mouth, his movements becoming erratic. He's so close, his eyes roll back in pleasure. His fingernails dig into your scalp, his balls slapping against your chin.

"Almost there..." he pulls out his dick before he can cum. "Mhm..Nah.. Not gonna cum in your mouth..", drools drip down your chin. You inhale as much air as possible "Good girl." He praises, his breath ragged. He picks you up with his hands beneath your thighs , he presses your legs tightly against the wall as he rubs himself against your wetness.

"D-dont go any further..", you protest.

“I promise I'll pull out if it hurts.” He says, his breath hot against your ear. He positions himself at your entrance, his tip sliding in easily. "I can never hurt you", he gives you a small peck on your lips, as he pushes himself for inside you.

"P-please it hurts .. Ahh.. p-pull it out"

"If you struggle more its gonna hurt you, so relax" He growls, his voice thick with lust. He pushes himself in, inch by inch.

Your body shakes with each inch he pushing inside you. Tears roll down your cheek, toes curling at the pain yet pleasure.

"You crying?" He asks with a teasing look in his face, his pace slowing down. "it won't hurt forever" He thrusts fully in you.

You body arches back against the wall.

"Just relax." He breathes, his hips rocking against you. "Feels good, doesn't it?" He asks, his dick sliding in and out of you rhythmically. He pumps you slowly at first, letting you adjust to the feeling.

Your mind is blank, your just taking everything he is giving to you. He starts thrusting faster, his grip on your hips tightens.

"You're so fucking good, baby. So tight and wet...” He pants, his eyes locked on yours. He slams himself inside you, your walls gripping his size. He bites his lower lip, trying not to release too soon. He slams against your womb, feeling you tighten around him. He kisses your forehead . "I'll cherish you forever, I'll protect you, promise". He holds your face with one hand, forcing you to look into his eyes. He leans down, his lips capturing yours. "I love you." He says between kisses.

"S-sensei hnghh .. a-ah .. l-love you too.. a-ah" Gojo groans, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher, You wrap your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

"Hah! I knew you felt it too.." He thrusts harder, deep thrusts making you moan loudly. He grips your ass, making sure every inch goes in. "Tell me again! Tell me how much you love me!" He roars, one of his hand squeezed your breasts while the other was placed on the wall maintaining balance. His grip on your ass tightens as he feels his climax approaching.

“Love you!” You scream, your nails digging into his shoulders. "

"Yes! That's it!” He roars, his hips bucking wildly. He sucks on your breasts alternatively and fiercely, his teeth grazing your nipple.

“Fuck! Yes!” He releases, your breast with a lewd sound turning you around, pushing you against the wall, by your neck as he slams into you from the back

"Gon' cum", you whimper.

His dick slides in and out of you at a frenzied pace. He spanks your ass, causing you to yelp. He thrusts deeply, your walls milking him.

"Cum for me, baby!" He groans, his pace increasing. "Do it!" His voice tingling your ears as his thrusts getting more and more forceful. His nails dig into your skin as he nears his peak.

"mhm y-yes.. ah", you  cum, squeezing his dick so tightly that he can't help but moan His hips slowing down letting you relax before jerking and spilling inside you, filling your womb .

He collapses on top of you, catching his breath. "You're mine.. Now that I have take your virginity." He mutters, nuzzling your hair. "No one can take you away from me." He whispers, his heart racing.

He lifts away from you.. Your nails glide down the wall as your knees go weak and you collapse on the ground with your ass high up and his seed spilling out of you His cum dripping down your thighs "W-why did you cum inside?", your voice still shaken. He smirks, kneeling beside you, he cleans you up, his fingers running over your sensitive clit. "The way your walls were squeezing me. Seemed they didn't want to leave my dick alone mhm" He spreads your legs, admiring his work.

"Don't worry gon buy you emergency contraception" He laughs, shaking his head. "Though you would look good with my child" He slaps your cunt only to watch his seed drooling down and your walls clench around nothing.

"Let's go shall we? or you gon keep your ass high up in the air for me to invade you more"

You get up, glaring at him and try to walk but falls down but gojo holds before you fall. Gojo chuckles, holding your waist not letting you fall.

“You’re so cute when you try to be mad but fail, Y/N.” He says, smiling brightly. "Looks like you won't be able to walk for a few days huh" He says, helping you walk.

Yuji and Nobara notice you two approaching them, and Yuji's face lightens with amusement.

"Are you Okay Y/N?" Yuji smirks and raises his eyebrow.

Gojo shrugs. "Ahahahahahahaha.. She just fell down and I had to look out for her as I usually do"

Nobara rolls her eyes and whispers to Yuji, who giggles. "I wonder what happened here." She chuckles, crossing her arms.

Megumi looks at you with concern on his face.

Gojo snickers as he holds you tighter. "I told you she's fragile," he says, his arm draped around your shoulder.

You yell back at him "I AM NOT WEAKKK"

[thewertsearch]

GG: i think you are projecting your own attitude on to others […] GG: rose just sent me a code for a crystal ball, shes my friend and is basically the best! […] CA: its probably a trap i wwouldnt trust her CA: she is a cunnin and treacherous sort trust me i knoww her type GG: wait do you have a thing for her too??? GG: did she reject you or something?

Annihilate him, Jade. This would be a good time to unleash that rage you've been cultivating.

CA: all of her FRAUDULENT MAGICS cannot come close to posin threat to my mastery ovver the TRUEST SCIENCES CA: an wwith my empiricists wwand i servve as the righteous hope that wwill incinerate delusion and the deluded alike

This dude's on some Methods of Rationality type shit.

I'm not sure why Eridan is on a crusade against magic. He's been insisting it was fake since his original introduction page, and it's pretty clear he has some sort of complex about it. Is there some unseen history here that we're not yet privy to?

GG: wow what are you talking about CA: so really you should be honored to inherit my old callin CA: both my armaments and my feud

To be fair to Eridan, he is accomplishing something useful here, even if it's by accident. Jade needs to get that rifle in her pen-pal's hands in order to fulfil the Endgame Bunny's time loop.

Recalling Eridan’s introduction reminds me that this is one of the most powerful riflekind weapons in existence. This should imply that top-tier weapons cost tens of millions of grist...

...but we just saw a weapon that costs much, much more.

Maybe the Proton Cannon has the same damage as the Crosshairs, but it also has an incredibly broken non-combat use.

GG: i have seen this before […] GG: i am very sure its the same rifle included with johns present […] CA: probably a cheap imitation of the original […] GG: i did not provide the weapons! GG: my penpal did […] GG: we worked on it together but he supplied the bunnys weapons GG: im pretty sure hes from the future! CA: wwhy GG: because he said hes my grandson

Really?

I suppose being raised by a Sburb veteran would explain why he uses terms like 'boonbuck' in casual speech - but almost nothing else makes sense when viewed through this lens.

If Pen-Pal is Jade's grandson, then he should be from decades in the future - presumably long after the game has ended. This doesn't sound like a problem, until you remember some of the references he made.

As much as it pains me to admit it, the Earth is probably gone for good - which means that any descendants of our Players will be raised somewhere else. Why would someone presumably raised in a completely different universe be so familiar with Earth's culture?

You could argue that he picked up his love of Earth movies from one of the surviving Earthlings, such as adult John - although that raises its own issues, because PP talks to John like he's never met him before. Maybe he died young, and passed his love of movies to PP posthumously - but as you can see, we're really having to stretch things to make this make sense.

Plus, there's an even bigger problem - namely, his 1920s 'accent'. None of the surviving Earthlings have it, and it's not like he just developed it spontaneously. If he was raised by Jade or her child, why does he talk like her grandfather would?

See, I'm still sure that PP is connected directly to Grandpa, and may well be the man himself - which means either PP is lying, or there's something more complicated going on here.

We don't know anything about Grandpa's life after he fled the Crocker household. If he was somehow raised by an adult, post-Sburb Jade, then he could consider her his grandmother, while still talking and acting like the Grandpa Harley we know. Plus, it would explain why he acts like he's from the past, but knows about the future. He already has a history of time travelling - maybe he's been doing it since he was a kid.

Similar to my old theory about Spades Slick, this one is a little too convoluted to be 100% true - but still I think there's something to this idea. Being raised by Jade would neatly explain where he got the bunny's weapons...

Ugh, I don't know! This Pen-Pal really is the biggest curveball this comic has thrown at me. I need to think it over some more.

[random-and-average]

Yandere Miguel O'Hara with a Duplicating!S/O (via Yellow Cosmic Stone)

If anyone has seen that one clip from Kid Cosmic where Papa G is building, then you'll understand why I came up with this idea. Plus, the Papa G Stomp goes hard. On another note, I'm still trying to find a way to make Shadow Wizard Money Gang S/O exist. Shadow Spider Money Gang, perhaps?

TW: mentions of the following: NSFW, stalking, and murder

The mere existence of said stone is enough to give the Spider-Man a migraine

Will it disrupt the canon? Where the hell do they even come from? The fact that it's the yellow cosmic stone instead of the cosmic stone implies that there are multiple in existence, so where are the rest of them? Will those stones disrupt the canon?

After all, if one stone is able to give you the incredibly powerful ability of duplication, who knows what these other stones are capable of!

You will be interrogated about how the stone came into your possession, there's no doubt about that

From then on, Miguel will have two goals: preserve the spider-verse and contain all the stones (as he considers them to be "anomalies")

Lyla will for sure be working day and night to determine the true nature of these cosmic stones

He will try to take the yellow cosmic stone from you as well

Depending on how much you enjoy your power of duplication, he won't be getting it anytime soon though

Now, what he thinks of you depends on your reaction to his affection, so let's get into that!

Against It:

To put it bluntly, you're a pain in Miguel's ass. He still loves you though despite that

You will be kept in his room or be monitored by him or a person he trusts (like Lego Spider-Man)

He'll also look into ways to neutralize your power if he isn't able to take the stone from you

Should you escape from him, he'll order any iteration of you to be brought back to him with minimal damage

(I generally headcanon Miguel to be gentle with his S/O, regardless of their situation, and would only hurt them unless it's absolutely necessary, even then he'll try not to hurt them too much)

Since the guy has "observed" (*cough* *cough* he monitored and stalked you *cough* *cough*) you in the past, it doesn't take long for him to realize the difference between the real you and your clones: the real you wears the stone in the form of a ring

After that revelation, any clones of yours start to serve a different purpose while he and a specific group of Spider-People search for the real you

Should the clone be extremely submissive, Miguel would "experiment" with it before ultimately killing it as humanely as possible

(This is how he discovers his breeding kink as well as how arousing you can be when you're in an apron, among other things)

Should the clone be extremely rebellious, he will rough it up a bit, but not enough to make it disappear, and let it go to deliver a message to you: "Stop being childish and come back to me, mi amor. I only want what's best for you."

However, if the clone strikes a perfect balance between the two, he'll essentially air his grievances onto it and kill it afterwards

"Cariño, why do you do this to me? I love you so much, yet you continually refuse me. Don't you know that I will do anything for you? I will destroy hundreds of universes if it means you will stay with me."

"Uh, excuse me?"

Miguel does not feel any guilt towards killing your clones, by the way

To him, they're just imposters or cheap imitations that can't compare to the real you

Though he will never admit it, he does resent them to an extent

They're your clones, literal duplicates of you, yet they fail to recreate that je ne sais quoi that makes you you and instead dare to degrade your smile and your presence

Miguel only loves you, not some fake

And he doesn't know how long he can last without the true you in his life again.

Fine With It:

You're definitely granted a lot more freedom if you're fine with or reciprocates his love, such as being allowed to roam the base

Although, you're still not allowed to use the stone unless you absolutely have to

However, he'll (begrudgingly) let it slide if you use your duplicates to help around the base or even his dimension

Unknowingly, this makes some other Spider-People, as well as some civilians, yandere for you, but Miguel ensures that they know their place (Plus, that's a story for another time)

Don't think that your good deeds aren't rewarded though since he'll definitely reward you with whatever you want afterwards

However, helping him on missions is a definitive "no," and that's non-negotiable

I think, regardless of what powers you have, Miguel would never put you in danger by having you help on missions

He cannot bear to lose you. He wants you safe and that means staying back in his dimension

[pip-n-chips]

People who are supposed to heal you being the ones to do harm is so incredibly hot, okay? Yes, this is about Harper.

Harper's always so put together, and it's not surprising. He's been doing this for a long time, he's gotta be. But it can't last forever, and I want to see this man snap, lose his composure, break down. I want him to drop the nice doctor act and take what he thinks he deserves. (He sure as hell has the power to!) You know that one scene that occurs before you leave the asylum? Where you get better and he wants sex before you go? Have you ever declined his advances (or fought him off)?

Yeah. I think about it A Lot, that manipulative little shit-

He shows ANGER and it's not for that long, but it's there! Also, drawing inspiration from inkyquince's post from earlier for a sec, I bet he feels SO disrespected. He's done so much for you! He's helped you manage (or ignore) your trauma, you're more promiscuous because of him, and you won't even let him get some of the action? Not even as a thank you? What's stopping him from just undoing all that hard work, then? If you're not going to be fucking grateful?

(He needs your trust he needs your trust he needs your trust he needs your tru-

Fuck. Right. He needs you to trust him, so you'll keep seeing him. But what if he didn't need you to, though? He'll just find a way to get you landed in the asylum again, so you'll have no choice but to see him. Solid plan!)

Anyway, the next bit is probably out of character but that's kind of the point?

I'm thinking about him slamming you back down on the desk after you tell him no, and he doesn't even bother to hypnotize or drug you because he has no fucking patience for that. The doors are locked and his office is soundproof (recent installment, actually! and even if it weren't, the orderlies are instructed to turn their heads) so you can fight and scream all you'd like, but no one is going to come help you. Only him! He knows how much you need this, and so does he, so quit fighting--

Also thinking about after the fact, when you're in pain and covered in bruises he inflicted. He'll become all sweet again, fixing up the damage you caused (yes, you. you didn't have to fight so hard, you could have just been compliant. doctor knows best, not you) and- oh, look at that, you're traumatized again. Guess he'll have to cancel your pick up, keep you for another week. It'll do you good.

[marshmallowprotection]

Sambucus

Pairing: Reader/[Suit] Saeran Fandom: Mystic Messenger. Description: A miserable boy who desperately believed in happily ever after knew he wasn’t meant to be the prince, no matter how much he dressed himself as one, after all. Word Count: 3,150

[Read On AO3]

His blood was burning hot in his ears.

How dare you not play along with his game? How dare you question him and ignore his warnings? How dare you act as though you saw a difference between him and Ray? 

The Savior herself didn’t care for the distinction, lauding them as she liked, using the name she wanted no matter who stood in front of her, thinking that would beckon him to come forward. That wasn’t how it worked, but she didn’t care, pressuring them to feel confused and also unsure of themselves when she used their identities against each other. Saeran knew who he was, he was a sword and a shield, standing in the way of every obstacle that even dared to think it could destroy him or his Ray. 

That was his duty. It was his purpose to be strong enough to survive in a place that crushed Ray’s dreams underneath its heel. Ray was their heart and soul. He was the only one who was allowed to believe in dreams and fairytales, whereas Saeran’s only choice was to grit his teeth and bear the pain to ensure they didn’t lose their faith in goodness. This was the true power of Mint Eye’s paradise. 

A strength built on survival of the fittest. 

The only way to live in the Savior’s world was to become no better than she was. 

Ray wasn’t built to survive in a place like this forever, and as the Savior said, it was only a matter of time until he was destroyed because of it. It wasn’t his world. It was the Savior’s world, and her world was built to do damage to a fantasy like his… and yet, he just couldn’t stop dreaming of a world where the damned liar and traitor hadn’t abandoned them to rot, a world in which he could be with his family and extend a hand to the doll he had ensnared into his gleeful web of happily ever after. 

That wasn’t a world Saeran belonged in. 

Saeran didn’t belong in a world of fairytales and fantasy. He wasn’t born to extend a hand to a prince or princess in distress. He wasn’t put on this planet to relax in a garden with your eyes watching his every move in the hopes of being his next touch. He wasn’t created for happily ever after in the castle Ray built for you and you alone. He wasn’t allowed to have the same dream as Ray, because Ray’s dreams were intended to be nothing… but an impossible fever dream held out like a carrot on a string to lure an unsuspecting person into the Savior’s clutches. 

It was supposed to be impossible. 

You were never meant to return his fancy. 

And yet, you did. You clamored for his attention just as he did for yours. You smiled when he stumbled and offered your outstretched hand to let him see there was a gentleness in this world meant for someone as pitiful as him. You gave him something tangible, something he was never meant to have, the very carrot the Savior never intended to give him. All it took was a single bite of that damned carrot for Ray to consider changing his mind about paradise and their survival. 

You gave him hope. 

Hope was a dangerous, disgusting thing. Saeran knew it was incredibly risky to believe in a world beyond the walls of paradise. He'd like to tell himself it was safer to trust the devil he knew than the devil he didn't. It wasn’t hard to guess what the Savior wanted from them, and when he’d taken a moment to compare her familiar torture to the unknown of the agony Saejoong Choi might cause them if they left this place? It wasn’t hard to choose which one he thought he could handle for the rest of his days. 

They wouldn’t survive in the outside world for long, even if you’d given Ray that wretched hope to believe in circumstance rather than the odds of something going wrong, Saeran knew better than to believe you. 

After all, who was he if not the one who had been robbed of his hopes and dreams? Saeran was strong, Saeran was heartless, Saeran was cruel, and Saeran could chew up and spit out the monsters he feared the most because he listened to the Savior and did what had to be done. Now, Ray couldn’t do that. He couldn’t follow through, he could destroy plenty of enemies but he would never be able to get rid of them and send them to their graves. It was his disposition to believe in hope that caused that and it was Saeran’s job to shatter his little dreams before they became too big to control. 

They would ultimately survive to see the sunrise thanks to Saeran, but Ray wasn’t grateful for that. 

He sobbed, he cried, he wept, and he pleaded with Saeran not to destroy his things but if Saeran didn’t do so first, then the believers would, and if the believers didn’t crush him beneath their heel, then the Savior herself would take care of it. It was a nasty job, but a necessary one. Survival of the fittest, after all, didn’t care if you had hopes or dreams, it only cared if you could bare your teeth and fight to see the next day. 

Saeran made a grim tomorrow possible for the two of them, as much as Ray hated it, it was better to have a grim tomorrow than to have no tomorrow.

Saeran settled. 

Why couldn’t Ray?  

It was your fault, wasn’t it? You smiled brightly at him and told him he had a place in this world when no one else would. You fed him lies about the rest of the outside world, you told him he could survive as long as he held your hand, you told him stories of a world he dreamed of but could never have, and instead of crushing them as you were supposed to, you’d made him believe he could have everything he ever wanted in the palm of his hand if he just gave it a chance. 

A miserable chance? Saeran wanted to laugh in your face when you said those words. That world wasn't meant for us, and that was decided from the moment we were born. Do you think you can fill his mind with dreams he’ll never achieve to laugh in his face? How dare you tell him to believe in something we can never have? I’ll crush you beneath my heel and make you recant every. single. word. 

You refused to play his game in the chatroom, so he decided to take the game to you, instead. 

The door slammed open and shut as he entered your suite, “Princess, Ray’s face is here. Rise and welcome me, will you? I know you want to see your prince’s face.” 

You were pretending to be asleep in bed. His lungs were hot as he hadn’t stopped to catch his breath on the trek from his office to this room, but even as his chest rumbled with the burning ache for oxygen, he could see the way your body twitched in response to the thunder. It wasn’t just his body that was unable to stay still in the face of a threat, you weren’t that different than Ray was in that regard. You couldn’t hide your emotions… not even if you wanted to. 

Even if he didn’t know what those emotions in your eyes were, he craved to see them quiver in agony rather than stare at him in what he imagined to be contempt. You weren't as strong as you claim to be, and he wanted to make a show of it. He would prove to himself that you didn’t care for Ray, you only cared for the attention he gave you, and once he had that proof in hand, he’d know for sure what you were. 

A liar, no better than Jihyun Kim or Saeyoung Choi, and that very proof would assure him that he made the right choice in biting you. 

They wouldn’t survive if you weren’t what he knew you to be. You had to go for the sake of their survival if you were truly a weakness, but why did his chest ache at the thought? Was it jealousy? Was it knowing that the Savior would dispose of you in the days to come if he couldn’t figure you out? Was it the notion he wouldn’t be able to figure out what made you tick because he had to show you the survival of the fittest instead? It was a strange sensation, but what could he do except what he was created to do? 

Saeran growled, “Don’t pretend to be asleep. I saw you flinch. Are you tired of Ray already?” 

You sat up, and your eyes dug into him as you dangled your legs off the edge of the bed to address him, “You’re not Ray.” 

That was what you said in the chat room. You refused to play along with his game and confess how you felt about him. You wouldn’t dare look at him with the same eyes you used that night he first met you face to face… the same worried, gentle eyes that lured Ray in like a fish on a hook. The eyes that made him risk their livelihood. The eyes that saw something in a lovesick fool that tricked you from the beginning. The eyes that gave a liar a chance when you could’ve scorned him and abandoned this damn place with Jihyun Kim in tow. The eyes that… confounded and confused him. 

“But, Ray used to occupy my body,” Saeran tutted. His long legs carried him across the room as he stopped in front of you. You didn’t dare turn your head to look away from him. His palm cupped your right cheek as he cooed condescendingly. “Don’t we give out a similar vibe? After all, I think you know by now that we share the same face. That makes us one and the same in the Savior’s eyes.” 

A perplexing look washed across your features as you contemplated his words, whispering, “But, you’re not the same…” 

Saeran ignored those words. He gripped your face tighter, forcing you to look at him directly with nowhere to turn. He was in control, he was the one with all the power, and he wouldn’t dare be told what to do by that look in your eyes. You didn’t wince in pain, but your eyes looked pained, and that was enough to lead him to believe he’d drawn the right response out of you. 

You would admit it soon enough. 

Saeran knew it was only a matter of time until you shattered, and it was all the more reason he’d donned these clothes before he stormed out of his office. The magenta coat with a frayed blue rose pinned to the lapel, the tan pants that’d wrinkled without the aid of Ray’s iron to it, the old gloves that did nothing to stop him from chewing on his digits, and the tight vest that couldn’t hide how small their body had become while in Mint Eye. You would crumble at the very sight of Ray’s clothes and his oh-so-precious face. 

As he leaned over you, his form dwarfed yours, “Come on, look at me. Here’s Ray’s face. The face you love so much. Isn’t there a list of things you want to do to him? I seem to recall you whispering nonsense after you embraced him… telling him all the things you’d like to do to him if you had more time to show him what he did to you.” 

Your lower lip quivered. Still, all the same, you refuse to turn away from him. The believers didn’t dare look him in the eyes, but you? You always did. Even when you trembled in what he knew to be fear. Why? You had to give up one of these days and drop that mask. Drop the mask of lies… and wicked dreams that couldn’t ever be Ray’s… or his. 

“I—I said I wanted to share experiences with him. I would never do something to Ray… I wanted us to do everything together,” you said. There it was, he sneered, as your voice cracked and trembled beneath him. As if Ray could ever consent to those experiences you had in the back of your head. Why would he walk into torment knowing that it would be the death of him? 

A single kiss was almost the death of him. 

He couldn’t hide his weakness from the Savior, not when her agents were waiting around every corner, just waiting for him to slip up and reveal something that mattered more to him than paradise. A show of weakness, a show of desire, a show of temptation, all of that was what the Savior needed to spark a catalyst flame. 

Ray dared to reach out for something they were never intended to have, and where did that land him? He was wallowing deep within their tiny heart, begging and pleading for someone to put him out of his misery.  Even if the Savior let Ray get away with him at first, it wouldn’t change the ending, and they both knew that. 

A miserable boy who desperately believed in happily ever after knew he wasn’t meant to be the prince, no matter how much he dressed himself as one, after all. 

“Hahaha! What were you even thinking? Where did you let those stupid fantasies of yours take you?” He asked. 

You didn’t answer him. 

“What? Are you too shy to tell me? You’re a toy. You shouldn’t be feeling shy now. You shouldn’t be feeling anything at all, toy! You lost your right to have any emotion except for obedience when you failed your mission! Do you not understand your place? Are you going to keep your head up to the bitter end? Are you that delusional?!” 

You didn’t respond to that, either. 

He scoffed, “You’re too stupid for me to play with, toy. You’re no fun. Should I just throw you away? I can throw you away after playing with you in the basement. You should entertain me if you don’t want to end up there. That’s what happens to everything Ray cares about, toy. It’ll all be destroyed sooner or later. He was never meant to have anything in the first place! Now that I’ve explained it nicely, don’t tell me you still don’t get it.” 

Ray was never meant to be happy. 

Ray was never meant to survive. 

Ray was only meant to be given a carrot on a string to chase for the rest of his existence until the Savior decided Saeran needed to be the only one to exist. 

So, why? 

Why did you continue to believe in him? 

Why did you continue to affirm his existence? 

Why did you look at Ray with those hopeful eyes and not give him the same when he was no different than Ray at that exact moment? If he and Ray were the same just as the Savior said over and over again, why wasn’t it enough to wear his clothes and style his hair?

Why wasn’t it enough to receive the affection you lauded onto Ray? 

Ray was the only one allowed to experience your tenderness for a fleeting moment, and you’d given it to him without a second thought. Why did he earn your affection when he was never meant to have what he wanted to begin with? Why couldn’t Saeran be granted the same adoration you gave Ray? He was wearing Ray’s clothes, he styled his hair no different from Ray’s, and he’d given you every little detail to treat him the way Ray had been treated, and you refused! 

You refused to treat him as you treated Ray! 

This was the only way he would ever come close to understanding why Ray was willing to risk it all and you wouldn’t budge! You wouldn’t let him have a moment of tenderness under the mask that would give him a chance to taste it as far as the Savior was concerned! Saeran wasn’t meant to experience love and adoration, and neither was Ray, but Ray had been given a chance to embrace it, and how Saeran clamored to know what he felt as you cradled Ray’s face in your hands and kissed him over and over again before it was too late to ever know! 

The Savior would get rid of you soon enough and he wouldn’t know what it felt like to be wanted by you. 

The person with unbreakable eyes who saw something he couldn’t confess to himself. 

His words were almost desperate, pleading with you underneath what little venom he could scrounge up, “I’ll pretend to be Ray. So, do that thing again. You know, what you did in the garden. Come on. If you waste more time, something terrible will happen. I’m Ray, you stupid toy! Treat me like Ray!” 

Your breathless voice cut through his heart like a knife as you laid your hand on top of his and cradled it against your face. It was the first time he ever felt you touch him. “You aren’t Ray. It doesn’t matter if you try to force it, Saeran. You’ll never be him. I don’t want you to treat you like I treated him… it would be disrespected to you, Saeran. You’re Saeran… not Ray. He’s Ray, not Saeran. You’re not the same. You’re two people who I care for deeply, just because you share a face doesn’t mean you’re the same.” 

His eyes widened and his hands fell from your face. 

“I’m sorry, Saeran. I didn’t realize that’s what you’ve been asking for all along,” your eyes reflected a vision of a man in tears staring back at him. He hadn’t yet realized that the man in your eyes was him. “You don’t have to pretend to be Ray.” 

“Yes, I do!” The words tumbled from his lips in a heated shout. His head had begun to ache, pounding at the seams like it might split apart if that hidden truth escaped further. “Saeran isn’t meant to be loved! He wasn’t created to be shown love and tenderness! He’s only meant to be a sword for Ray’s survival and shield for all his beatings!” 

Your gentle hands then cradled his face and swiped away the flowing tears that burned hotter than any elixir in his throat. “I think Saeran deserves love just as much as Ray does.” 

Your words were the very reason the Savior wanted to destroy you because you not only gave Ray hope, but you gave it to Saeran, as well. 

[greydoesthearts]

Disability/Pride Headcanons!!

Just having fun and explaining some of my personal lore stuff more :]

Basics:

Jackie: He/him transmasc nonbinary, quoiromantic and gay. Autistic, vision and hearing loss.

Marvin: He/him genderqueer with fem tendencies, queer unlabelled. AuDHD, magic-related chronic pain and headaches, farsighted/astigmatism.

Henrik: He/him cassgender, demiro-gay. ADHD, PTSD, anisometropia (nearsighted+farsighted), memory issues.

Anti: He/it, also cassgender, queer with a preference for men. AuDHD, power-related nerve damage.

Chase: He/they cis and pan. ADHD, PTSD, hearing loss, nerve damage.

Jameson: He/they demiboy, bi-ace. AuDHD, C-PTSD, magic&trauma-related memory issues.

In-depth and bonuses below!!

Jackie

He's autistic with a focused struggle in sensory issues, social interactions and sense of danger. He also has pretty big trauma responses to certain things which isn't great for his field but he deals.

His sight is pretty bad so he wear glasses in civilian form and his mask has special lenses for hero duty, and his hearing isn't great either (from braving... several explosions) but he doesn't really do much about that.

Marvin

He's AuDHD. His ADHD makes him struggle to focus his mind on most tasks unless they catch his attention but once he's focused on it, His. Mind. Is. Set. Affects his magic sometimes. He's very touch-averse with most people and gets irritable quite easily. His magic causes pain flare-ups so he uses a cane sometimes.

He wears glasses, too, but for a general farsightedness and slight astigmatism. He suffers from headaches frequently.

Henrik

He has ADHD and has the same focus difficulties as Marvin, with a side serving of getting frustrated incredibly easily about it. His PTSD and accompanying flashbacks are also quite a challenge, causing a bad memory/a memory he doesn't really trust.

He's nearsighted and farsighted and got teased for his glasses as a kid, while others were fascinated bythe differing lenses.

Anti

He's AuDHD, glitches are a form of near-constant fidgeting/stimming, and he hates the feeling of anything on his feet hence he doesn't wear shoes or anything.

His body feels pretty numb from what he speculates is nerve damage from his glitching, but of course it hasn't really gotten that checked out, nor does it have a way to.

Chase

Unmedicated ADHD and suffering for it, though it's mostly due to his time at I.R.I.S. and being unhoused and he just. Never got back to it. Has horrible insomnia and PTSD/accompanying flashbacks.

Hard of hearing in one ear. Also has nerve damage but moreso located to his spine so sometimes he can't move all too well, nor do his arms work well when he's flaring up. He has a cane and hearing aids but is bad at using both.

Jameson

He's AuDHD with C-PTSD. Has trouble with both controlling and portraying their emotions for reasons connected to... well, everything.

They also struggle with memory problems but that's connected to time travel partly, as well as dissociation. He's looked into and tried some coping mechanisms but hasn't found any one thing that works quite yet.

(+BONUS)

Stacey

She/they intersex woman, ace-lesbian.

She also had the AuDHD, struggling with organisational things and having a disjointed mind, mostly.

They had patellofemoral pain syndrome (runner's knee) with no treatments that helped so they had surgery and ended up with chronic pain that required a cane.

Kid Brody

All pronouns, grew up in a pretty queer household.

They were AuDHD as well and still figuring out what affected them the most as well as how to cope. He dealt with chronic insomnia from having hella nightmares.

She was also born prematurely and was a T1D so used an insulin pump.

Sam Septiceye

It/its, pan-aroace.

It's an eye. There's not much to say on disabilities but it's gotten some scars over the years and as it ages it's slowly getting more and more worse for wear.

It's got some trauma from living in a tank in Henrik’s office and witnessing the stuff that's gone on. But mostly it'll just freeze or fawn in any circumstance that might bring attention to it.

[guardian-of-fandoms]

"This is him?"

"Yup..."

Everyone crowded around the bed, staring at the stranger in a mix of confusion, astonishment, and dread.

Doc stared at the cybernetic in fascination, then studied the charts.

"Incredible... While damaged, this technology is astonishing! Powered by the body's natural bio-electricity, INGENIOUS!!!"

Dani nodded, glancing back at the charts.

"Doctor Mcswain said his body produces an unnatural amount of it, though. From what he did to the traffic light, we know he can absorb power, would that explain it?"

"Excellent deduction!"

Doc nodded, carefully scanning the metal and wires.

"If my guesses here are correct, our visitor has some truly unique abilities! It appears that the Cybernetic's ability to absorb power converts it to bio-electricity, which our visitor requires high amounts of. Not only does he require high amounts of power to power the cybernetic, but it appears that his body has simply.... altered itself to accept this electricity as a natural function. This process would've taken years.... astounding..."

"And i noticed something else.... Shields, shooting electricity, Isn't that familiar? It's just like Cody- Our Cody's- Repulsor Badge... before it blew up, anyway..."

Doc nodded again, musing at Dani's observation.

"Interesting... By the laws of the Multiverse, anything is possible! Perhaps in this other reality, the technology was perfected, and never encountered the shortcomings it did here."

Kade scoffed, leaning against the door.

"Yeah, yeah, he's a cool science experiment. Look, Can we find out who he is or not?"

"Ah, right!"

Doc held out his tablet, and a small scanner.

"I'll simply preform a Biometric scan! If he really is a version of Cody, then in theory, he should match identically on a genetic scale."

Kade rolled his eyes, watching as Dani examined the stranger's gear.

"Let's just get this over with... Once Doc does his science thing, we'll prove once and for all that this guy isn't Cody!"

Dani examined the back panel of his armor plate, frowning as she stared at the engraving.

Like she'd spotted earlier, it was the insignia for the rescue bots, but something was off.

Going diagonally across the mark was a large crack, but not a real crack. It was clearly part of the design, but she couldn't understand why....

".... Whoever this guy is... it seems like he went through a lot..."

Charlie stared at the scars, at the damaged cybernetic, the signs of struggle and pain.

"... What happened to you..."

A small chime came from Doc's scanner, and he stared at the tablet.

".... I'll be..."

Wordlessly, he handed it to Charlie, who let out a long, slow hiss.

".... My god..."

It was a match.

Dani and Graham instantly leaned in for a peek, a similar shock washing over them.

"So... That's it, then? He really is a version of Cody?"

"It... It's a genetic match.... If the Biometric is accepting him, then... that means-"

"Absolutely nothing."

Kade threw his hands out, groaning as he pinched his brow.

"No offense, Doc, but your Tech's bugged out how many times now?! No, no, it's...... it's a fluke or something!! I've said it before, THIS. ISN'T. CODY."

"WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?!?!"

Dani groaned, pushing past Graham to jab a finger at Kade's chest.

"Even if he's not Cody, he's clearly in trouble and needs our help!!! Why are you being so hard on him?!"

"Needs our help?! Are you all forgetting that he attacked us?! No matter why he's here, we can't just trust him!"

"We should at least hear him out."

Charlie tried to calm things down, coming between both his kids.

"Listen. Doc, why don't you scan him a few more times, just to be sure? In the mean time, we can at least make sure he recovers from his injuries. Once he wakes up, we'll let him tell his side of the story, and decide where to go from there."

Dani and Kade couldn't meet the other's eyes, but seemed satisfied for now.

Doc leaned over with the scanner, musing to himself as he eyed the cybernetic.

"Incredible... such advanced designs... as well as ironing out the flaws in the repulsor badge...."

He leaned in for a closer look, and gently ran a hand over the shoulder, trying to take in the connective wires and delicate parts.

"Perhaps once he wakes up, I can asess the damage, and attempt base repairs..."

Doc gently grasped the damaged plating, as Kade shook his head.

"Sure, give the random guy his electricity powers back...."

Dani shot him a dirty look, and Charlie could only sigh.

"Look. We don't know what's going on here, but we're going to find out. we just need to-"

"AH!"

Doc suddenly yelped, and everyone glanced over, the stranger's left arm tightly gripping Doc's wrist.

Everyone tensed, as the stranger quickly sat upright, his eyes wide as he gasped for breath, whipping his head around the room.

"WHERE AM I?!"

Charlie ran up to the Bed, throwing his arm in front of Doc.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay. We're not going to hurt you, we took you to the hospital. You're safe here."

He gasped, but his breath slowly evened out, and he let go of Doc, the man wincing as he rubbed his wrist.

"Quite the grip..."

"Sorry... You scared me, Doc."

"You... know me?"

The stranger stretched out, examining the damage to his arm.

"Well, yeah, You look just like the Doc Greene from my world. You even have the same tie."

"Fascinating!"

Charlie couldn't help but chuckle over how quickly Doc bounced back from the scare, but leaned closer to the bed.

"Look... We need to ask you a few questions..."

The stranger sighed, rubbing his neck.

"I figured... But first, what happened to Morocco?"

"He escaped, but-"

"YOU DIDN'T TRACK HIM?!"

He shot up, sliding his legs over the side of the bed.

He could be anywhere by now!! Do you have any idea what he's capable of?!"

He attempted to stand, but instantly felt weak, his knees nearly buckling as Charlie rushed to steady him.

"We'll find him, I promise. But you're in bad shape, you need our help."

Charlie wasn't prepared for the darkness in his eyes.

"None of you are supposed to be involved in this. I came here for ONE JOB, and i FAILED. I have to find that... Monster... before it's too late..."

"Well, we're involved now, deal with it."

Kade glared, slowly coming closer to the bed, his face set in a deep scowl.

"Don't think for one minute that i trust you. I know sketchy when I see it, and I'm not letting you out of my sight. I want answers, so start talking."

The stranger was quiet, then slowly let out a dark, sarcastic chuckle, pulling away from charlie as he leaned on the bed's railing.

"Ever stubborn, Kade... You're just like mine used to be..."

"Used to be?"

Kade felt uneasy at that, as the stranger sighed, before looking around at everyone in the room.

"My name is Cody Burns. I came here from another Dimension, a reality parallel to this one. If i'm right, i'm guessing I ran into my dimensional counterpart already."

Kade's glare didn't drop, his eyes sharp.

"You told him and Frankie your name was Cole."

"It's best if they don't get involved. I feel bad for lying to them, but it's for their own safety."

"That why you kicked our butts earlier? For our own safety?"

"I was trying to keep you all out of this, I was just trying to keep you out of the way."

"If you know so much about us, then why don't you know that it's our job to get involved with this crap?"

The visitor met his eyes, a pointed, cold, sense of emptiness in them.

"Don't do that... Don't pretend you know me...."

Cautiously, Charlie gripped his shoulder, feeling a pang in his heart.

"... How old are you?"

The visitor looked surprised, hesitating, but sighed.

"... Nineteen..."

"Nineteen..."

Charlie studied him carefully.

Was this was Cody- his cody- would look like?

He was slim, but near Kade's height.

But despite the scarring, the damaged cybernetic, what haunted him most, was the emptiness in his eyes.

His Son's eyes, so full of life, so vibrant, so kind, were now dull, pained, haunted by a darkness Charlie couldn't understand.

... What happened to him? What happened in his world to cause such pain?

"... Son-"

His face changed instantly, and he quickly pulled out of Charlie's grasp, his jaw clenching as he hissed out a slow breath, his eyes meeting the floor.

"Don't... I'm....I'm not yours, I'm not your son."

Charlie pulled away, another pang shooting through his heart as his eyes widened.

"I... I'm sorry..."

The air in the room grew tense, a heavy weight hanging overhead.

All except Kade, who only narrowed his eyes.

"... Look, Uh... Kade has a point."

Graham nervously trailed his eyes to the floor, feeling everyone turn to look at him.

"I'm sorry, but, you can't take on your Morocco alone. You're hurt, and most of your equipment needs repaired, if not completely rebuilt. As the Rescue Team, it's our job to take care of emergencies, and i'm pretty sure this counts."

Dani nodded, adding,

"Yeah, Alternate Dimension or no, you're still a Cody, right? That means you're family, and family takes care of each other. You're going to need us."

"... You have no idea how dangerous the Morocco of my world is!"

Dani practically snorted.

"He's Doctor Morocco, we have a guess. And, maybe you should tell us, then!"

"Is he... Human?"

Graham reflected on what he's been in the woods, the monster of twisted metal.

The visitor only sighed.

"... I don't even know anymore. Doctor Morocco.... He had this obsession with... Immortality."

Dani only groaned.

"Is there a version of him that doesn't?"

"He was obsessed with living forever, keeping his mind perfect for eternity. Once he discovered Cybertronians... He got... Ideas."

He leaned away from the bed, now able to support himself, but unsteadily.

"After he learned about them, he was convinced his human body was holding him back. So... he decided to upgrade. He fused his immortality technology into a robotic body, and implanted his brain inside."

Jaws dropped, and even Kade looked surprised.

"... Woah..."

"All he is now is a ghost of what was. But it doesn't matter what form he takes. He's dangerous. And he needs to PAY for what he's done..."

The pain in his eyes sent a flurry of dark possibilities through the minds of the team.

He slowly rubbed his right shoulder, His eyes closing as he grasped the metal.

".... I promised i'd hunt him down to the ends of the earth. Instead, i followed him across the fabric of reality. I won't stop now. I won't stop until I tear him to pieces with my bare hands."

Silence rang out across the room, heavy and swallowing.

Everyone exchanged glances with one another, shock and horror filling them.

Despite himself, a dark, ominous feeling sank deep into Kade's gut.

The visitor took an unsteady step forward, his face dark.

"Got any smart comments about that, hothead?"

Kade was quiet for a moment, then shook his head.

"Just wondering what happened to you."

The visitor stared at him, then slowly, barked out a slow, bitter laugh.

"Sometimes, I wonder that too..."

Charlie awkwardly cleared his throat, trying to redirect attention.

"Anyways... What do you say? Will you accept our help?"

Charlie gazed at him softly, trying to sound convincing.

"I Promise. We'll do anything we can to help you catch him."

The visitor stared at him, then sighed.

"... Do i have a choice?"

He moved to the side, spotting his equipment.

"Seeing as I don't have a choice, fine. But let me make one thing clear. Morocco. Is. Mine."

Charlie nodded sollemley, and the visitor sighed.

".... So, what now?"

"First, we need to talk to Doctor Mcswain about discharging you."

"Wait!"

Dani suddenly remembered something, explaining,

"Doctor McSwain has him on file as a John Doe, she's going to need a name."

The visitor sighed, pulling his jacket on over his bandages, surpised that somebody had apparently washed the blood out.

"Look, to avoid any confusion with my counterpart, why don't you all just call me... Cole?"

Charlie nodded, handing over his chest plate.

"If that's comfortable for you, we can call you Cole."

"Thank you..."

He buckled his chest plate in place, but struggled, his cybernetic sparking as it made erratic movements.

"Here..."

Charlie held him get it in place, frowning at the massive dent in the front.

"Hmm... After we get your discharge in order, Doc, can you fix him up at the lab?"

"Certainly!"

"No, No, I don't have time!"

Cole sighed as he pulled away from Charlie, clutching his Cybernetic as he took a step back.

"I need to find Morocco as soon as possible!"

"And we'll find him. Alright... How bout this? Doc, Graham, you and Boulder take Co- Cole... to the lab, and get him fixed up, and find a way to take out this Alternate Morocco. Dani, Kade, we'll do patrols of the island, and see if we can find any trace of him."

Cole reluctantly nodded.

"Alright... I'll go along with this, for now. But the second you find anything, i'm handling it from there."

Kade scoffed.

"Oh, I bet you will, "Cole"."

"And here we go, classic Kade!"

"Oh, I bet you know all about me, huh?"

Cole took a heavy step forward, jabbing a finger at kade.

"Yeah, I do! I know you're an arrogant hothead, and you HATE accepting that MAYBE, SOMEBODY KNOWS MORE THAN YOU!"

"You know what I know right now?"

Despite the near match in height, Kade was just barely taller, and kept his tone even as he stared into "Cole's" eyes.

"I know a thing or two about putting on a phony Tough Guy act. And I know that if you storm out there like this, you're gonna get yourself killed."

"You don't get to lecture me.... You have NO RIGHT to lecture me."

"And why not?"

"Because I've survived this long without you!"

He cut himself off, his eyes going wide, a thin gasp escaping him.

Kade's eyes went wide, before he sighed.

".... We done here?"

The visitor clutched his arm, pain etched across his face as he turned his back.

".... We're done..."

The implications of his statement rang cold, and charlie rubbed his neck.

"... Kade... Take a walk."

Kade shrugged, then motioned to Dani and Graham.

"A word?"

They followed him out, and as the door closed behind them, dug a hand through his pocket.

"... So... I think that's telling."

"You were too hard on him."

Dani gave Kade a pointed glare, and he only sighed.

"We needed answers, didn't we?"

"I wouldn't exactly call those answers a victory."

Kade stopped, and held out his find from the forest.

"... He dropped this, earlier."

"Is that... a comn?"

Kade clicked it open, revealing the photo inside.

"He hollowed it out, like a locket or something."

"Woah..."

Dani gingerly took it from Kade's hands, recognizing the photo instantly.

"Isn't that-"

"Yeah."

Graham leaned over Dani's shoulder, frowning as he studied the device.

"I don't get it... why a Comn?"

"Think about it."

Kade leaned against a wall, his eyes trained on the comn.

"We use the comns to comunicate, to talk to each other. If this one wasn't getting it's intended use-"

Dani traced the photo, a dark realization clicking inside her.

".... Then there's nobody to talk to..."

Kade nodded solemly, and Graham clicked the comn closed.

"... I guess that's it, then."

"Wasn't that hard to figure out."

Kade took the comn back, his eyes softening as he glanced back at the door.

"I'm not saying i'm totally on board here, but... IF that really is Cody... Then there's no way any version of us would just send him on a crazy mission like this alone. At least...."

Dani finished the thought, slumping against the wall.

"... Not willingly..."

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hello!!

I don't know how to explain so I will probably ramble a bit, before, yk, actually explaining.

So, I have this friend, they are of this analogue-to-god species. They look like sapio enough I guess, I'm no expert on this subject and sapios are kind of basic.

Of course, unlike sapios, they have the typical symbols of a deity: hands with wounds, an eye on the tongue and the most beautiful horns, intertwined around the entire skull like a crown and yeah, I also think they're super badass, even without the miracles and powers and everything.

The fact is that they are having problems at university. We don't know who, but someone is filling their dorm room with these most horrible notes about them being a freak or a demon (which isn't bad, but it's said in such an offensive way) and someone just shoved all their books in one of the university lakes and now they are banned from borrowing any more books and I helped them make a formal complaint and still no one will do anything about it! My friend is incredibly sweet and kind, they can't hurt a fly, even though they definitely damaged space time when he was born, but who hasn't?

The thing is, we recently discovered who was behind it and we've come to an agreement: maybe it's time to teach them why they called us monsters in the first place. A little payback? Installing a bit of fear of god on their souls? Nothing permanent of course. Nothing that could be tracked back to us either. But if these bastards think we are freaks, well we can behave like ones.

Still, I don't know. They don't know either. When is it revenge and when is it simply survival? I don't believe that if you break a nazi's arm you're equal to one. I do believe that a Nazi with one arm has one arm less to make Nazi stuff. Anyway, we need advice.

This is an extremely difficult situation, reader, and I'm so sorry you and your friend have been put in this position. I agree, it is a ridiculous bit of rhetorical nonsense to say that anyone acting against bigoted behaviour is “just as bad” as their aggressor. It is one thing to take violent objection to a person's (violent) behaviour. It is another thing entirely to object to a person's mere existence.

All this said, I am simply not in a position to condone violence towards this person, much less encourage you to any particular act. This blog is not a private conversation, and it would be highly irresponsible of me to say anything about your situation which might be construed as encouraging violence.

I must say, I am frankly appalled at your institution's lack of response. Please do double check your university's harassment policy. You have every right to demand action in accordance to that policy, especially if you have evidence of who it is behind these attacks.

If they continue to drag their feet, you might explore other ways of putting pressure on them to act. Peaceful protests, letter-writing campaigns, or going to the press with the story of their failure to protect vulnerable students are just some of the ways you can press the issue.

I also feel obliged to mention the possibility of getting the police involved. This seems to me a rather clear-cut case of harassment, but I understand if your friend does not consider this a viable option. Goodness knows the police have done little enough to earn the trust of the liminal community over the years, and you must be led by your own personal politics.

All of this to say that there are other options here, and I encourage you to explore all of them before resorting to violence. As I said, I cannot possibly condone violence on this platform – no matter how extremely tempting it might be to do so. Besides, if this person were, for example, to suffer some kind of extremely painful and humiliating accident, you and your friend would be the most obvious suspects.

Besides, it would be extremely unethical of you to curse this person to within an inch of their life, causing them never to know a moment's peace, plagued as they are by visions of a world more horrible than they ever imagined. Under no circumstances should you and your friend stand your ground, bare your teeth, and show this revolting excuse for a human being the true meaning of monstrosity. Certainly not.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[the-void-writes]

For Riley!! 🎮📚🩹🎶🔺🌈🍎💔💘😊!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH 😁💖 I’M SO HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT THIS KID

Here’s some references for Riley. Credit to Wervty and Naylissah on Picrew for the images

🎮 What are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

Riley loves guitar and wants to learn how to play it. He also likes exercise, even if Rio’s training gets ridiculous or excessive. To everyone’s surprise, he shows a lot of interest in studying health and medicine. Avery makes him his unofficial apprentice.

📚 What level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

Vesely has a school program for patients, so technically Riley is still getting a high-school education. The last official schooling he had was in junior-high.

🩹 Does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

I’m not sure if it counts, but since his powers generate large amounts of electricity, it scars his arms and damages the nerves. Too much use of it also starts to affect his heart.

That’s why Riley and Thomas work so well together. Thomas’ phasing means that when they touch him, the electricity can move through his body without hurting him, but he also had less control over it.

🎶 What type of music does your oc like? Do they listen to music very often?

Lots of alternative rock, stuff he can turn on during training and headbang to. He also loves the older rock that Jason listens to like Venus Wonder (the Freaks-universe equivalent of the band Queen).

🔺 Does your oc know how to use any weapons?

Aside from his powers, which generate strands of electricity, Rio teaches him how to use a staff as a conduit while he fights.

🌈 What is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? What pronouns do they use?

Riley is bisexual and transgender, the latter of which he is very defensive about. He won’t tolerate being called anything other than “he/him.”

🍎 Where was your oc born? Do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? How do they feel about their birthplace?

Riley was born in a small town somewhere around Preston (I haven’t come up with a name lol). He hates everything about that town, from the school that bullied him, to the church that called him a demon, to the childhood home where his mother called him horrible names and forced him to wear dresses and regularly called the cops to have someone take this kid away. Thankfully, Jason and Rio were the ones to rescue him, and he’ll never have to see that town again.

💔 What are three of your oc's negative traits?

Riley is incredibly defensive to the point where he starts fights that aren’t necessary. He’s so used to pain and having his heart broken that he lashes out the minute he thinks someone is going to hurt him.

He can be grumpy, even with friends. Kevin lives and breathes to pester him, and though their banter is mostly playful, there are times where Riley says something hurtful. He always apologizes later.

He has little respect for grown-ups or authority figures. There have been days where this highly-powerful and rightfully-angry teenage boy has hospitalized trained officers by electrocuting them. The only adults he trusts are Jason and Henry, and eventually his adoptive parents (Avery gets a pass because he’s still technically a college graduate).

💘 What and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

His friends are the most important things in his life. They welcomed him, supported him, and loved him when his family refused to. He says he would kill a man for them, even though he doesn’t really want to.

This also becomes true for his adoptive family. He doesn’t trust them to stay, at first, but he grows to love them dearly.

😊 What are your oc's career/general life desires? What do they want to get the most out of life?

Riley wants to be a doctor. Ever since Jason mentioned it as an option, ever since he showed faith that Riley could help people, Riley’s wanted to follow that path. He never thought he was capable of anything other than destruction, and now he wants to live up to the hope that Jason gave him.

[the-real-maglev]

I'm still not done with my competitive Cassette Beasts hypothetical. I now present a list of moves that I think have an argument for banning, some much more than others.

Hypnotize & Snooze Spore: The way statuses work in CB makes Sleep incredibly OP, thus meaning I will be banning every move that can inflict it on the opponent. These two are the obvious ones, but that also includes...

Trick, Wonderful 7 & Vengeful Curse: All of these moves inflict a random status effect (three in Vengeful Curse's case), which has a chance to be sleep, banning all of them. No, this does not ban the Allseer like, they're just locked out of their signature move (not that it matters when Triphinx has 190 base RAtk STAB Gear Shear). Two of them can also inflict Petrified, which I deem to be insanely broken for the same reason.

Stony Look: Petrified is also a stun that's extremely frustrating to deal with. This move's extreme rarity does nothing to make it legal.

Avalanche: Completely nullifies melee attacks for a turn and is given to a bizarrely wide array of monsters (even Sparktan of all things can learn it). Close Encounter and Hot Potato combined with this move are outright cheeses and this move is frustrating at the best of times, so it's a very good ban candidate.

Glitter Bomb: Using this move even ONCE can instantly derail a battle due to how Glitter works. Bootlegs got their own format already for undermining typing and this move is in the same boat. The fact this move is extremely widely distributed and costs zero AP doesn't help its case.

Prismatic: Do I even need to explain why this is banned?

AP Refund: You know the risk-reward aspects that make the 10 AP moves super enticing yet ultimately balanced? What if we just through that all out the window with a single coin flip?

Critical AP: Enables your RNG addiction.

Random Starter: Definitely not quite as insane as it would be if multiples of the same sticker were allowed, but it's still uncompetitive and RNG reliant. At least Pre-Emptive strike is predictable after it's revealed and amounts to chip damage.

Custom Starter, Automate & Chemical Imbalance: RNG bad.

Dodge, Treat & Shear Luck: Evasion sucks. I don't think I need to elaborate any further. Creating and exploiting evasion boosts through element chemistry may also be grounds for disqualification.

Battering Ram, Blizzard & Peekaboo: Accuracy down is every bit as painful and evasion up. I thought I could trust you, Bansheep...

Damage Roll: Not only can it apply both of the above statuses, it's also just RNG incarnate as it is, with it giving you a 5% chance for having a move nearly as strong as Headshot for a measley 3 AP.

Stab in the Dark: Here for pretty much the same reason as Damage Roll, it's an uncompetitive dice roll of an attack that's a 10% chance of half a Last Rites for free.

Jagged Edge: You know what's worse than evasion strats? Evasion strats that punish you for factors out of your control!

Ecolocation: Multitarget is a really good status, being able to create it through chemistry (even exploiting Shrapnel to do so) is a big appeal of Lightning types and Broadcast is a viable move as well. This move allows you to get it for completely free just by switching in. It's not even like the monsters you have to switch in for this benefit are weak either, some incredibly dangerous ones like Triphinx and Robindam can learn this move. Definitely overtuned.

Two Heads: Same case as Ecolocation, however I'm slightly more willing to let this one slide since Multistrike has the weakness of also doubling AP consumption.

Fusion Power: Not only does it apply a random status, it also has a random attack type. Its niche is covered by Last Rites, Headshot, Gear Shear and Cosmic Kunai regardless, all of which are at least possible to read. The legality of fusion in general is dubious, but even if it's allowed, this definitely isn't. Fusions are still terrifying foes without this up their sleeve.

Moonshine & Djinntoxicate: Confusion is also pushing it because RNG.

Uncommon & Rare Stickers: Too many variables and most Rare stickers have unfair RNG effects.

[iwoszareba]

Aqil and Sosiel fluff x5 thanks to everyone who sent prompts, i had a good time thinking up little scenarios and i hope you will enjoy reading them!! timeline is not very specific but i guess the important distinction is that the first two snippets happen before they officially get together and rest is after  

Caring for each other while ill for @lairiend (Sosiel please stop worrying about everyone else for 5 minutes)

Sosiel looked at the Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade fluffing his pillows like it's the most normal thing in the world for someone of that rank.

He wanted to protest, say that there are far more important matters to take care of. That he was fine, really, he received everything he needed to speed up his recovery. Now it was only a matter of rest.

"I'm sorry." was all that came out of his mouth.

"What for?" Commander raised an eyebrow at him as he took two steps backwards to make some space "It's not like you got sick on purpose."

Bed covers felt incredibly inviting, even warmer than expected. Did Aqil use some kind of spell to heat up sheets for him and did it discreetly enough to not have it mentioned? That endearing smile made Sosiel want to believe in this suspected sleight of hand kindness.

But was he allowed to enjoy the pleasant sensations? Could he relax when everyone else was working hard to support the Crusade and ensure their survival?

"I'm no use to you like this."

"No one is useful one hundred percent of the time. There is balance to all things."

Aqil speaks of balance often but as Sosiel found out he rarely frames it as demands of good or the struggle against evil. Adjusting to such a different point of view wasn't easy but with some time and effort he started to understand it better.

"I need to turn the aspect of protection towards myself or I will damage my health further."

His words sounded more hesitant than he would like to but they still earned him a nod and a grin.

"See? You get it. If you destroy yourself you no longer can protect anyone."

The Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade leaned in and left a ghost of a kiss upon Sosiel's brow.

"And I do not wish to see that happen." - - -

Patching up a wound for @turbulentpumpkin43 (i know this isn't the usual direction for this prompt but consider: oracle curses)

Being a healer involves seeing many bodies that are hurt or bruised but distress of it evaporates when Sosiel feels power of his goddess flow through him and sees the wounds close and injuries mend. He was however unsure how he felt about an ailment that completely refused to respond to the positive energy he was channeling... Something about his expression must have betrayed his thoughts.

"You don't have to do it if it's making you uncomfortable."

Usually Aqil would deal with his burned limbs on his own but today he used up all his magic during a particularly nasty fight so he asked for Sosiel's help and the cleric agreed without a second thought. He appreciated the trust that the Commander bestowed upon him and was not about to go back on his word.

"I just wish there was more I could do..."

"You can't heal it, nobody can. I only need some pain alleviated, that will be more than enough."

The gold glow of magic lingered for a while longer, bathing them in a warm light. After it disappeared neither of them seemed in a hurry to separate.

"So you are used to it?"

With some hesitation Sosiel decided to broach the subject. Aqil didn’t look at him and just shrugged with feigned nonchalance.

"I've been like this since the day I was given my oracle powers. The divine magic flows through me: raw, unbridled… burning. I knew it would affect me one way or another, I just… didn't quite expect the severity."

There wasn't any easy flowing response to such admission. To uncommon vulnerability in Commander's voice. In a wave of sudden emotion Sosiel raised the cursed hand and gently kissed the delicate skin. Then the moment passed and he found Aqil staring at him wide-eyed.

"I'm sorry, I- forgot myself. If I overstepped…"

His hurried explanation was cut short as the rough palm cradled his jaw.

"I thought you would resent that part of me… it's not the prettiest sight."

Sosiel covered the hand on his cheek with his own, leaning into the touch.

"There is not a single thing about you I could resent." - - -

One character playing with the other’s hair for @spyridonya (you said foxy so this is where my brain went hehee)

"It's getting colder again."

The sun almost completely disappeared behind the horizon and yet Aqil said that with a sense of betrayal worthy of something other than everyday occurrence. Few seconds later he was in his kitsune form, visibly more relaxed.

"That's much better." he said as his tail wagged vigorously.

The sight was so cute Sosiel couldn't help but smile.

"It must be nice to have fur that protects you from the weather."

"You bet. I'm still not sure how you people live without it all the time. Must be quite miserable."

He was teasing, his fox features well suited for a playful expression. It seemed like a waste to not respond in kind.

"It can be less miserable when you share warmth with another person."

"Ha! I see your game. You must be one of those fabled wily humans."

Without a warning Aqil pulled Sosiel towards him and wrapped him in a tight embrace. Close and comfortable. When they parted, Sosiel affectionately stroked his beloved's cheek. Pleasant texture under his fingers.

"So your fur is not only warm but also soft?"

"Mmmm, what can I say? We are perfect like that." - - -

Sharing a dessert for @dujour13 (i mentioned that on discord already but i loved writing that intro dialogue hah)

"...he was known as the master of ice magic. Real serious stuff too, evocation at its finest. But when he eventually decided to retire he publicly announced that all he is interested in now is practicing the art of frozen desserts. You wouldn't believe how big of a controversy it was among Nethys' faithful at the time. One group was adamant that his actions are a waste of his magical talents and therefore a clear heresy, while others argued that since he was using magic to pursue his culinary goals he was free to do so as the All Seeing Eye does not limit what magic should be used for. I personally agree with the latter group, more practical and down-to-earth uses of magic are often devalued in the academic circles which in my opinion is a deliberate attempt to keep magic in the hands of the wealthy elites. Don't you think people would be more interested in studying the arcane arts if they knew this path can lead to frozen treats?"

"About the ice cream…"

"Yes?"

Aqil snapped back to the present moment to look at Sosiel who with a soft smile was pointing at their shared bowl.

"...they are melting."

"Ah! I got carried away… again."

The spoon was in his hand the whole time, he had been waving it around for emphasis, now it was sheepishly returned to its intended role.

"You should have stopped me sooner."

Sosiel chuckled, his head resting in his hand, his eyes full of affection.

"I didn't want to. I like when you are so passionate." - - -

One character adjusting the other’s jewelry/neck tie/ etc. for @commander-lariel (Aqil is a brat that needs to be wrangled asdfgh)

It felt like several long minutes since Sosiel started adjusting different elements of Aqil's formal attire. Half cape, necklace, earrings… It seemed that nothing would escape cleric's scrutiny.

"Now you are just fussing. I won't be as impeccable as you, no matter how hard you try."

"It's not just fussing and you understand that as well as I do. First impressions matter a lot in diplomatic relations. I want this to go well."

With unyielding determination he went to retrieve a comb from one of the drawers to which Aqil let out a faux gasp.

"I can't even keep my bun? It's not that messy."

Sosiel did not even deign that with a response and simply returned to his previous position.

"It adds to my roguish charm! And that worked on you."

Little smile let Aqil know that his partner is now in on the teasing so he let his arms wrap around his waist and pulled him closer.

"You are not trying to seduce the ambassadors."

There was something incredibly delightful about the sternness of Sosiel's words combined with the playful glint in his eyes.

"I'm not? I'm pretty sure that’s exactly what Daeran suggested."

"Ah yes, Count Arendae, a veritable fount of good ideas."

The unfailing deadpan delivery of that remark made them stand in complete silence for a moment before they both burst out laughing. Aqil reached for his hair tie and pulled it loose.

"Fine, fine. Do your worst."

[dalamusrex]

i always think of vampire bites from the point of view of the vampire (Dal) because there's so many delicious things you can do with it--carnality, brutality, sexuality, hesitation, delicacy, hurt and comfort, trust, regret--but i have to appreciate the Willing Bitten, as well.

I mean, human bites can already be painful, and extremely nasty and get infected so incredibly easily. To bite hard enough to draw blood is even more painful bc of the fairly blunt teeth.

Even if a vampire's teeth are sharp enough to pierce flesh without too much blunt damage from surrounding teeth to surrounding tissue (difficult bc of the give of the flesh there), that's still gonna hurt. Like, imagine being stabbed by a pencil tip? TWO even? And if the teeth aren't anatomically super-sharp--imagine being stabbed by anything blunter???

Even if a vampire's saliva has anesthetic properties, that wouldn't do anything until the saliva gets in there through the bite. The pain has to come first.

Even if a vampire isn't carrying nasty diseases (aside from vampirism itself) in its mouth to accidentally infect someone with, there's still (at least) two open wounds in the skin which can get infected from outside sources--if the vampire's saliva has anticoagulant properties, even worse, now it's bleeding more uncontrollably, too!

The neck is a very sensitive area that houses extremely important structures. Typically one's instinct is to guard the neck from harm.

And then, if the particular vampire's lore allows for vampirism to be transferred through a bite alone, what a dangerous risk to take!!!

I don't even like bugs on my skin on the off-chance I'll get bitten and have a reaction, so for someone to allow a painful bite from a creature of a similar size as them who could probably overpower them if control is lost, potentially allowing a life-changing (or ending, depending on how you look at it) affliction into their system if not life-threatening bleeding, all to nourish a vampire they've consented to feed..........

if that ain't some kind of powerful love and god-tier trust idk what is

Also no one talks about vampire bite aftercare and I think we should. Tending to the wounds, cleaning them, disinfecting them to the best of their ability, wrapping and dressing them. Getting them a cold compress to reduce swelling and itching and lessen bruising. Offering them a soft, safe place to lay down if they're light-headed. Getting them some fluids or juice, tea, broth, or some snacks. Doing favors for them so they can rest and recover. Checking on them to make sure they're doing alright and if they need anything.

[pinnedangel]

yes closer by nine inch nails is a really hot song for regular reasons but to fully understand its effect you need to consider its place in the larger narrative of the downward spiral. your narrator is a man who, throughout the first third of the album, has just been through all of the events that kick off his spiral of complete and utter self destruction. the painful betrayal of someone he used to trust, which he cannot even admit to himself hurt him in any way. the utter loss of faith in a religion he was clinging onto, because he cannot conceptualize of a loving god in the face of the suffering christianity has brought upon him and the world in general. and lastly the violent subjugation that authority and society at large has used to pick him apart no matter how much he tries to please them. all of that leading into a song that on contextless listen mostly sounds like it's about desperate animalistic sex. which it is. but once you take those events into consideration, it becomes so much more clear that there is also the gorgeously erotic desperation of a man who is beginning to lose touch with humanity because of the violence wrought upon him, seeking to redirect that violence through sex in order to feel any sort of power. it's in how much the narrator emphasizes that the subject is "letting him" violate/desecrate/penetrate. it's in how much baggage saying that the subject brings him closer to god has when two songs ago he was screaming about god being dead because of the manipulative nature of his experience with religion, being brought closer to god now taking on the meaning of being able to desecrate her entirely. it's in the focus on the primal senses he's feeling, the desire to get away from himself and his sense of reasoning, when in the broader narrative this is the last point before the narrator actively starts to distance himself from humanity and become more machine than man. it's in the fact that when he says "you make me perfect," that is essentially the only positive thing he says about himself or anyone else throughout the entire album, and it is directly followed up with "help me become somebody else."

essentially, it's about using sex as a method of feeling anything pleasurable at all when you feel like you're at your lowest (and then getting even lower afterwards). it's about feeling like you are stuck in an absolutely horrific life where you hate every fiber of your being and are utterly powerless against any of the forces keeping you there, but the one thing that is holding you together and convincing you that you are worth anything as a person is the animalistic sense of power you have over someone else by means of subjugating them sexually. which. once you have context for them, all of those things make the song even hotter.

and all of that of course feeds into the reasons why, while closer is undeniably an incredibly hot song, the hottest song on the downward spiral is reptile. where the narrator, now having lost all humanity, returns to this same person because of what we now learn is (at least to him in his machine-state) her sexual manipulation towards him. faded behind the last chorus, you can hear him begging her to let him go, screaming no, even begging her not to hurt him in some live performances of the song. (i recommend listening to the woodstock 94' performance in particular to hear the begging and screaming better, but that's also because i'm normal about trent reznor covered in mud.) i could go on about this but i will save us all time and conclude with if you, like me, enjoy emotionally damaging freak sex as well as industrial music, you can and should be beating your meat to all of the downward spiral and not just closer, not because closer is not worth jacking it to, but because it is even more worth jerking that thing to closer when you know just how fucked up the sex they're having is. thank you and goodnight.

[creature-wizard]

Scarlet and Teal share quite a few important similarities.

Teal has the entire base of what she is teaching people formed upon personal views and ways she used to cope with her psychological pains in her youth. In her book the completion process, she alludes to the fact that the abuse she endured was: 1. Something meant to happen/ chosen by her before incarnation to serve as a " trigger " in her awakening, and 2. It had to happen as well because she is a non human soul ( I think she identifies as an andromedan starseed) and she came on earth with extrasensorial powers and the elites, bad people and every lower vibrational human being on earth is after you if you are this kind of special. This is a burden to be encountered only by these special souls, so if you're abused then it's because you're so so special. ( do I need to say why this is not OK to believe? ) This is the exact same thing scarlet does as well, but in her book you're an angel or demon.

I'm not trying to say here that if someone says they endured some sort of abuse, be it physical, spiritual, psychological or a combination of these should not ever be trusted or taken seriously. The issue arise when someone is not finding a way to properly heal and goes on to preach about the methods they used to help themselves out a bit, which are highly personal and can actually be damaging to other people. Not everyone feels the same and both teal ans scarlet use their very personal experience as if its some sort of divine elixir.

Teal has a very weird way of telling people to get rid of s*icidal thoughts, by envisioning themselves in a world where they already did it. This is supposed to make you realise you actually matter and want to live. Speaking from experience, this is the worst idea you can have. This will push people to actually do it.

Scarlet on the other hand uses fear mongering and tells people they'll be punished if they do it, because they ended their life mission and this is some sort of transgression. They'll either have their soul shattered , many burdens in their next life , or become monster like spirits who remain on earth to torture others. The last thing someone who is fighting with pain in their life is to tell them that they'll endure more pain or that wanting to get rid of that pain is going to transform them into monsters.

Both have actually not properly dealt with their trauma( imo) and instead found some solace and comfort in spirituality(something I've seen many people do when faced with pain and difficulties), which now heavily shaped what they preach. I read teal s book a few years ago and I'm pretty sure she didn't mention going to therapy, but rather speaking to a glass of water and then drinking that " intention infused water " which somewhat healed her from inside out. And scarlet went on to identify as lilith and change her entire persona, because the reason of her suffering was that she was actually not knowing who she truly is.

I did struggle a lot with mental health and I can understand why you'd fall for this type of" help " , but it's not gonna do anything good for you - sincerely one of the anons who was part of scarlet s cult.

Yup, Teal Swan basically built her cult on starseed stuff, whereas Scarletarosa built hers on Lilith stuff. There's differences in what they believe, but at the end of the day they're both pushing incredibly harmful beliefs and practices with a similar "you suffered because you're special" angle.

[great-axepectations]

ooh bird info post for avian hybrids? also, what kind of bird? parrot, canary, chicken, domestic pigeon, something else?

I am the proud owner of two small parrots: a cockatiel and a black-capped conure. Birb tax!

I might as well do the avian hybrid post here! I think there are certain insights a bird owner could offer that would be useful to people writing avian hybrid characters. My expertise is small parrots but I'll try to be as general as possible. It's all fiction so none of this is law, but maybe there are some facts here that will help writers with fun details.

One thing is that birds have very high metabolisms! An avian character might be munching on snacks constantly to keep up (they also poop constantly but you don’t have to mention that in writing). This also means that they have very high internal temperatures--around 106 degrees to a human's ~98. Avian hybrids would be very warm to hug! A dangerous side of this is that birds also have very high blood pressure. It's likely a bird will bleed out before their blood can clot, unless you apply corn starch or styptic powder. Remember that if your avian hybrid is injured.

Birds are SO LOUD. Vocalization is how they communicate over long distances in the wild so they need to be heard! If my 90-gram conure is sitting on my shoulder and peeps at full volume, my ear will be ringing for a while afterwards. Some larger parrots can hit decibel levels comparable to a jet engine. If a bird hypothetically had human-sized lungs, they could probably cause permanent hearing damage. It's plausible for an avian hybrid to have a sonic screech attack!

Molting occurs about twice a year, when a bird gradually drops their ragged old feathers and grows them back. If a bird has clipped wings, it will eventually molt the cut feathers and grow new ones, making them capable of flight again. A new feather forms in a sheath or 'pin' that crumbles away when the feather is fully grown. These have blood in them as the feather growns, so it is painful if the sheath is broken too early. Pin feathers are itchy and uncomfortable, but mutual preening with a trusted partner to get those hard-to-reach spots is a wonderful bonding exercise for any bird or avian hybrid. The removed sheaths can make a mess, though--depending on the type of bird, it's either an oily dust or a very fine, chalky powder. An avian hybrid's home will probably need excellent ventilation, frequent dusting, and a powerful air filter. Some birds also maintain their feathers with dust baths--god help you if your avian hybrid does that indoors.

Most birds are prey animals, so they are constantly vigilant for predators (if your avian hybrid is a raptor then I can't help you). This means they have very good hearing and sight. They are also jumpy, and if something spooks them they will go "NO THINK, FLY NOW" and smack right into a window. A sick bird will be picked out of the flock by a predator, so birds will hide any symptoms of illness until they are nearly dead. An avian hybrid might be more capable of expressing their illness, but I can imagine this trait being used as the basis of an angsty sickfic.

Your avian hybrid might be more resilient than an average bird, but birds are incredibly fragile. The hollow bones thing is true, and they break easily. Their powerful little lungs are very sensitive to fumes (canary in a coal mine, anyone?), and even something like a cleaning spray or scented candle can be deadly. Common household substances can be poisonous, like chocolate, coffee, and avocado. (If this post is making you consider getting a pet bird, do A LOT more research. Bird ownership isn't just having a pet, it's a lifestyle choice.)

But to end on a happier note: birds are as varied as humans in showing affection. A happy and relaxed bird will have fluffed-up feathers, one foot tucked up, eyes closed, and slowly grinding their beak (maybe your hybrid could instinctually grind their teeth to imitate that?) Most birds are not cuddly, but my conure is never happier than when she's snuggled in my hand or sleeping in my shirt. She doesn't mind being picked up like an ice cream cone--my cockatiel would throw a screeching fit if I tried that with her. But she will still spend all day napping on my lap while I work, and will tuck her little head up under my nose so I can give her kisses.

This post is already WAY too long but please do send more questions if you want help writing more realistic avian hybrids!

[fordearlife]

to those who hate August and Sara

cw: su*cide

First, listen – Sara is not without fault, but she IS autistic. anyone who isn't autistic is extremely unlikely to be able to fully understand all of her actions and decisions in S2. I want to write more on that (I did a bit more below), but for now I'll just say that the hate she's been getting is unfair and sometimes ableist. Lisa recently shared on instagram that the neurodivergent rep was Intentional and that autism does influence her character, which is something I believe to be obvious among autistic viewers.

August is very clearly not without fault, but I'm begging folks to consider the bigger picture of his circumstances. He has a drug problem, an eating disorder/body image issues, and an incredibly weak support system. he doesn't trust or rely on his mother. His dad also had a drug problem and killed himself, and he hasn't had space to process this with anyone in his life. His good friend (Erik) died and he didn't have space to process this in his own way either, albeit partially by his own doing. He wasn't connecting with that friend's brother (Wilhelm) in the way he expected to, and his friends at school ditched him at the first opportunity to exert power over him to meet their own needs. His shitty behavior (misogyny, etc.) was encouraged/excused by Erik and all of his school friends. Vincent is at least classist, possibly racist (S2 rowing scenes) and homophobic. August feels pressure to succeed at school, he faces financial problems that he's left to navigate on his own and a choice of giving up two things that are equally important to him (the land, art, etc. left to him by his father and the things he's earned on his own at school), and now he has the added pressure of being Wille's backup as crown prince. Meanwhile, he has an inconsistent supply of the drugs he's dependent on, a secret relationship with the sister of the Wilhelm's love interest, who's problematic in the eyes of the royal court, a history of selling/doing drugs and consuming alcohol at school, which he lied about, and the guilt of taking/uploading the video, which is separate from the weight of the consequences. I dare to call all of this canon (except where I've specified otherwise).

The boy has made some BAD, HARMFUL decisions. But we also see him in a very different light when he's with Sara. He puts all of the manipulative shit aside during his time with her and only does his shitty thing again when he feels backed into a corner in S2. I believe that he shows that he's capable of change. What we haven't been shown yet is an avenue for that change. I think that Sara was an important step toward this though, because she seems to be the only person he really cares about in the entire series so far, and hurting her visibly caused him pain. He needed this to happen so he can begin to understand the hurt that he's caused to others.

I speak now as someone who believes in police and prison abolition. August needs help from folks who have been minimally affected by his actions. I want his stepdad and the royal family to keep him out of prison (if Sara was in fact reporting him and not turning herself in to take the fall, I have a Theory™️) and I want Sara, Simon, Wille, and Alexander to get more tangible justice. He should absolutely be removed from them so they can heal in their own way, but he needs therapy, and he needs to find a way to understand that failing to take accountability and face consequences for his actions will cause further harm to both the people around him and his current and future self. He needs better role models, and he needs a chance to form new emotional bonds with others so he can keep learning what it means for people to care for each other.

A final defense for Sara: She didn't just say that she lost her way because she was in love, she said that she thought the damage of the video had already been done and that she was convinced that August was trying to change, and I believe her. She barely saw any of the ugliness that happened between August and Simon in S1. She saw Simon upset with him at parents' day, which would've seemed over-the-top without the context of the money/drugs, and she knows that August posted the video (correct me if I'm missing anything). She DID incorrectly convince herself that he wanted to turn himself in – he never hinted that he would – but he otherwise showed her an entirely different side of himself. He genuinely said he would never hurt her, he wanted to be seen with her in public, and he comforted her when she was upset about Rousseau (that meltdown is also specifically attacked by an upsetting number of viewers as being childish and evidence that she's an uncaring person/sibling with misplaced priorities). They were happy together. The fact that she got that kind of love (from AUGUST even) as an autistic teen who felt so out of place at that school was beautiful, and it absolutely represents a justifiable source of internal conflict for her.

/fin (for now)