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[strawbeerossi]

Jealousy

18+ Content. Minors DNI

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Whenever the team tracks down the unsub they are looking for, it’s up to reader to lure him out of the bar with nothing but her charm and charisma. Spencer however, just can’t stand watching it. He makes sure to make his feelings known to the reader later on. 

Content Warnings: Post-Prison!Spencer, Jealous!Spencer, BAU!reader, case details, coarse language, Dom!Spencer, kinda mean!Spencer, sub!reader, possessiveness, degradation, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (F receiving), fingering, hair pulling, spitting, aftercare, fluff at the end

Word count: 3k 

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Well, here it is! Can I technically call this ‘Jealousy (Taylor’s Version)(From the Vault)’ ?

Spencer approached Emily, his brow furrowed with concern, as he held a file tightly in his hands. "Emily, we need to talk about Y/N's undercover assignment. I've been analyzing the data, and there are some significant risks involved that we need to address before we even think of sending her out there.” he began, his voice laced with urgency.

Emily, her expression serious yet attentive, met Spencer’s gaze. "I understand your concerns, Reid, but we've already vetted this operation thoroughly. Y/N is well-prepared and capable of handling herself," she responded, her voice steady and reassuring.

It wasn’t matters of him thinking that Y/N wasn’t prepared, it was him being worried because this unsub was taking women who fit her image description and killing them after doing horrible things to them. 

The male nodded, his worry still evident. "I know Y/N is skilled, but the circumstances surrounding this case are unusually complex. I just want to make sure we have contingency plans in place and that we're ready to support her in any way necessary," he explained, his analytical mind racing with potential scenarios. She could have a knife pulled on her and be forced out, this unsub could drug her by sticking her with something, he could kill her right there if he figured out she was a federal agent..

After being released from prison, Spencer became a different man. He used to be more composed, now however, he was more temperamental. It didn’t help that Y/N was his girlfriend, the need to protect her being obvious. Besides, who wants to see their partner talking with a man who was brutally stabbing women and doing horrible things to their corpses? Especially when each of those women could��ve been her twin. That put her in a high risk situation that wasn’t a guaranteed arrest. 

“Reid,” The Unit Chief let one hand come up to rub her face, the woman being tired of the argument. She could understand the worry and frustration, however this was Y/N’s job that she’d been doing for a good six years now. She knew the stakes as well as what she could or couldn’t handle.

“I promise that we will have this covered. We have surveillance all over the bar. Alvez, Simmons, and you are going to be inside, close enough to stop anything if things go too far.” She stressed the details, the woman just being exhausted explaining her decision continuously. “You aren’t changing my mind. I need you to understand that this decision was made with Y/N. You need to let her do her job.” 

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Y/N walked into the dimly lit bar, her gaze looking around for Marcus Black, the man’s face still fresh in her mind from the picture that Penelope had sent her while she was on the way over to the location, the woman trying to mentally prepare herself for the mental gymnastics she’d have to go through for this. It was a common misconception that undercover missions were much easier than having to risk it by assuming who the unsub is and building off the profile. 

Y/N would argue this is much harder. You have to stand in front of a person who did unspeakable things to others. You have to get close and personal, be able to hide that overwhelming feeling of being disgusted, nervous, and even terrified. This was a man who was definitely bigger than she was in every aspect, being able to take her down if he truly wanted to. 

That didn’t stop her from flashing a bright smile at the bartender as she’d approached the bar, sitting in a bar stool while ordering a vodka tonic. Across the room, she could get a clear view of Matt Simmons, the man keeping his gaze fixated on her as he gave a nod once the two made direct eye contact.

She had a wire, the team could hear everything from the earpieces they all had in order to communicate with one another as well as communicate with her, even if she couldn’t very well respond in an obvious way. 

Although as Y/N was lost in her thoughts, she could feel a presence beside her, one that oozed darkness. The vibe had dropped tremendously low, however Y/N needed to keep up a façade or all of this will go to shit, something the team definitely doesn’t need right now.

Especially when they could just taste the capture that was going to come. “Hi.” The woman spoke, a charming smile gracing her features while her head tilted ever so slightly to the side, her fingers playing with the straw in her drink. 

Which as she had struck up a conversation, Spencer was quietly watching from the other end of the bar, nursing a full glass of some mixed drink in front of him just to avoid suspicion. He knew that she had to fake interest but that didn’t stop a heat rising in his chest, one associated with jealousy.

Seeing his girlfriend giving another man bedroom eyes, laughing at every word he said, even putting her hand on his upper arm was enough to make him seethe in his spot, hazel eyes focused on his girlfriend. 

She was giggling, he could just hear it from his spot, probably telling him that she just couldn’t bare the thought of going home alone. He was just further pissing himself off thinking of the potential things she could be saying, not even tuning in to the actual dialogue because he knew it would’ve pissed him off much more than his own thoughts.

It was enough to make him clench his hand around the glass in his right hand. It was like his brain was trying to trick him into genuinely believing that Y/N was enjoying herself. He knew better, however the anger over the ‘what if’ had him shaking. 

It reminded him of when he was in prison.

Y/N would come to visit him and it was one of the only things that got him through the hell, however the other inmates always had their comments. Saying explicit things about his angel, what they’d do to her given the chance to ever see her outside of those four cement walls. He wanted to keep his head down at the time but god damn, if this version of him was in prison, he would’ve been throwing fists and starting fights over his girlfriend, adding onto his sentence.

This was absolute fucking torture, Spencer’s leg bouncing in annoyance as he was using his opposite hand to put the earpiece in his ear, just in time to hear something that would have him absolutely livid. “I don’t think you could handle me, sweetheart. However if you’re up for a challenge, I’m always happy to take a precious little dove like yourself home.. However.. I don’t know if you could take what I’m going to give you,”

The male’s voice was the first thing Spencer was greeted with. “Is that so? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. But I promise, once you've tasted the forbidden fruit, there's no turning back.” Y/N countered, her voice low and in a seductive tone while her fingers were tracing over the rim of her glass. 

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying, honey.” The man continued while looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Most women can’t handle what I offer. We make a wager..” There it is! Now tell her, you fucking fuck.

“If they can get through my little game, they get to go home. If not?” He began, reaching in his jacket pocket. Which was enough to make Spencer jump up from his spot before he was storming over, catching a glimpse of a knife being pulled from an inner jacket pocket.

It gave him probable cause to shove the man over the counter, making Y/N’s eyes widen at the surprise while she was jumping back. 

“Marcus Black, you are under arrest for the murders of Christine Brailey, Jessica Fredricks, and Emily Knight as well as the attempted murder of Amanda Grey.” Spencer spoke through gritted teeth, the handcuffs locking tightly on his wrists before he was shoving him out of the bar. 

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Y/N’s back was hitting the front door of the apartment as soon as she and Spencer made it inside, the woman gasping while she was trapped between her boyfriend’s body and the wooden door.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were enjoying yourself back there. I mean you were really trying to sell it, weren’t you?” Spencer asked, eyebrows raising as his hand was coming under his girlfriends chin to make her look at him. He looked furious, it was enough to make Y/N nearly fall on her knees right then and there. 

The thing about Spencer was that he was much different now, prison changing him in many ways. He was still a good man, there were no doubts about that, but now he had more anger.

Which Y/N was the outlet he needed when he was having a hard time, fucking her deep into their mattress where she was soaking their bedsheets with her cum, getting to the point where she was crying from overstimulation and begging for more. 

“Get your little ass in the bedroom.” Spencer spat, dropping his hand before watching his girlfriend scurry off, making a b-line to their bedroom. It took Spencer an agonising amount of time to lock up and make sure everything was turned off for the night before he was making an appearance.

“You know, I could tell you were truly enjoying yourself. How does it feel to be a fucking whore?” He spat, making Y/N clench her thighs together as she could just feel her arousal soaking her panties from the harsh words. 

“Look at you. Fucking pathetic. You’re really getting wet right now while I’m scolding you for being a whore?” He asked, taking a few steps over before letting his hand tangle in his girlfriend’s hair, tugging her head up to force her to look up at him from the spot where she was sitting on their king sized bed.

“So cock hungry.” He spoke while letting go of her hair while working to loosen his tie, urging his girlfriend to take his belt off for him. However as she was moving to start on his pants, his hand was wrapping around hers. “No.” He began, using the tie he’d loosened and taken off to restrain her hands behind her back.

“You don’t get the pleasure of touching me tonight.” He scolded his girlfriend before pushing her back onto the mattress, his hand grabbing her right ankle before he was pulling her to the end of the bed. 

The black dress she wore had a perfect eyeful for him, her tits threatening to spill over the top as he was running his large hands over her body, fingertips tracing over the straps before he was pulling them down, letting her breasts out of their confinement while he groaned lowly. He had seen her body so much and he could navigate it with ease, but seeing her was always like the first time. Just.. He knows what he’s doing now and he’s not as nervous. “Fucking gorgeous.” His voice was low while he was using no effort at all to tug the dress down her legs, throwing it somewhere on their bedroom floor. 

“The point of panties is to have something to cover you up.” He spoke lowly, chuckling as her needy, swollen cunt was practically swallowing the fabric of the panties that were on her hips. With a soft hum, his fingertips were running across her covered slit, collecting her arousal on his fingers while sighing, his head shaking.

“Look my angel. Who’s got you this wet?” He asked, his hands pushing her thighs apart more, falling to his knees at the edge of the mattress. “Y-you.” Y/N was whispering, shaking with anticipation as she was really desperate for something, anything. She knew the game Spencer was playing though. 

“Damn right,” He gave an arrogant smirk while blowing cool air on her soaked pussy, a chuckle leaving his lips at the pathetic mewl that fell from her lips. “That’s right. Me. Because you’re mine, Y/N. Gonna show you what happens when you get too into flirting when you only had to do the bare minimum.” He murmured, his fingers hooking in the waistband of the black panties, tugging them down her legs while discarding of them somewhere on the floor.

Spencer was delving right in, eating her as if she was his last meal and he was a starved man, the way Y/N’s whines and cries making his cock stand at attention. However it wasn’t long until he was pulling away, tongue paying attention to her throbbing clit while two of his long fingers were being pushed into her without warning. 

Her pussy was clenching around the digits, her back arching off of their sheets as she was blabbing her own praises, even if she wasn’t making too much sense because she was a sobbing mess as she could feel those long fingers curling.

Her hands were still bound, grabbing onto her own wrist, although she’d rather have her fingers in Spencer’s hair and being able to shove his face against her more. However, it was all crashing down when Spencer was pulling away, the male chuckling as his girlfriend was looking up at him with tears in her eyes. She was desperate for relief. 

“Shh.. I know.” The male chuckled, now getting off his shirt, shedding his slacks as well before his boxers were the last to go. He was getting situated, his hands wrapping her shaking legs around his waist while he was spitting onto her already soaked pussy, the tip of his cock teasing her desperate cunt by spreading the sit around as if she needed to be lubed up.

“Alright, angel. Are you ready for my cock or do you need my fingers a little longer?” He asked, an eyebrow raising. Even in his state, he’d always ask before going too crazy. Last thing he needed was to hurt her. 

“Cock!” Y/N blabbed immediately, eyes glossed over while her hips were rolling in an attempt to get some sort of friction, clenching around nothing as she was left to lay there helpless.

“Answer any faster, why don’t you? Someone is eager..” Spencer chuckled, however he was getting quite desperate himself. So, he wasn’t wasting time before his cock was pushing into her cunt, his head falling on her shoulder while he let out a low groan. 

Y/N was letting out a drawn out moan, a few whimpers following after. There was always a delicious stretch, the pleasurable pain having her squirming and trying to push herself against his cock for more, the only thing stopping her was a strong hand on her hip.

“Patience. I’ll pull out right now and cum on your stomach and leave you here to squirm. You know better than this.” He warned, his voice low as he kissed the spot under her ear. 

Feeling his rock hard cock stretching and stuffing her felt beyond amazing and she loved it. Once he was bottoming out, Spencer wasted no time in beginning to ram his cock into his girlfriend.

The feeling of her velvety, plushy walls was always enough to drive him insane. It was like she was made for him, not even just her body but her as a person. She complimented him so well and he did the same with her. It was safe to say that she was his person. Emphasis on his. 

The sinful sounds of skin slapping against each other and the moans, whimpers and cries from Y/N were filling the once quiet bedroom. Their neighbors hated them enough, Spencer could already hear the complaints from the woman next door. She’d already made several noise complaints in the past, which Y/N would joke with Spencer that it was because she hadn’t been touched in a good thirty years. What a life that would be. 

Spencer kept up his steady, relentless thrusts. His goal was always to have Y/N cum first, mainly because the mere sight of her creaming around his cock was enough to make him explode. “Sp-Sp.. I-I… C-Cu-“ That was all he got out of her before he knew exactly what she was trying to convey judging by the way her cunt squeeze tightly around him, a cry leaving her lips as she was doing hitting her orgasm, her back arching off the mattress as her nails were digging into her wrists.

“Fuck!” She cried, Spencer giving a few more sloppy thrusts before long ropes of his sticky cum were beautifully decorating her inner walls, his thrusts fucking it deeper into her while he was slowly coming down from his own high. 

Y/N was in full orgasmic bliss, her face flushed, her eyes glossed over, her once neatly done makeup running down her face as well as her face being all over the place. She was fully fucked out, making Spencer lean down and press a few loving kisses against her lips before he was pulling out and pushing himself to stand.

He disappeared off to the bathroom for a few moments, getting a warm bath ready for his girlfriend before heading back to the bedroom, a soft hum leaving his lips as he was carefully picking up his tired, fucked out partner.

“There we go. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He breathed, the woman letting her arms loosely wrap around his shoulders. She was still in the stage where she was crashing down from her high, so he was placing her gently in the warm tub before grabbing a washcloth. 

As he was washing his girlfriend, he was looking up at her face once he could see the content smile on her face. “Hi,” He whispered, the two sharing a little giggle amongst each other. “Hi.” Y/N responded, leaning over to press a kiss against her boyfriend’s cheek.

“I hope you know, I might be flirting with more people more often if this is the outcome.” She joked, making Spencer laugh. 

“Like hell you are.”

[bibluebutterfly]

It is truthfully so impressive to watch how we've watched Stolas grow as a seemingly asshole character to a genuine person who truly does want the best for the person we love. (HEADS UP: This is LONG)

Now, and we're only going to lightly touch on this because the Pilot isn't cannon, but it still contributed to the public opinion on Stolas. In other words, he was borderline predatory in a way that made EVERYONE uncomfortable. (It makes sense though since he was innitially supposed to be the villain. Which thank goodness that was changed because we already see enough bisexual predators in media as it is. Yes, I'm headcannoning that Pilot Stolas was bi.)

Then we get official episode 1. Stolas is... not much better. Although to his credit, he's not as bad or as creepish. The unfair power dynamic is very there, and he definitely talks down to Blitz, but at least he waits until Blitz agrees before getting to the pilot level of sexual.

And then we kind of just keep this up until episode 7. Stolas is VERY sexual and VERY horny with Blitz, and you either like it or you don't. It was consensual, nobody forced anything, and even Blitz says that he doesn't fuss about banging Stolas, but that power imbalance is very much there.

Stolas is calling him by pet names like "my little imp" and is baby talking him, which really comes off like his fetish is sleeping with the lower class. Again, you either like Stolas at this point or you don't.

HOWEVER, despite all his baby talk and just generally inappropriate behavior, we are shown very early on that Stolas has a loving side, mainly in the form of his daughter. "You Will Be Okay" was the thing that got most people from hating him to actually liking him. It was the thing that separated him from just being a horny owl.

Then Ozzies. Hooo boy. This is where we finally get to see Stolas apart from Blitz's POV and as it turns out... he's kind of a pathetic dork more than anything else. We see him go very low. Like the man is alone in his big house eating cereal for breakfast in his bathrobe and watching telenovelas. It's hard to go lower than that. More importantly, it's a stark contrast from how we saw him just one episode ago.

Not just that, but when he's asked out on the date he is genuinely so excited and awkward that you just can't help but feel bad for the guy.

And then we have Hells healthiest couple have their dick moment which leads to Stolas covering his face, validating every and anything Blitz had feared, which lead to him calling out Stolas which leads to them both crying at home.

AND THEN WE GET THE THING THAT MAKES EVERYONE EITHER LOVE STOLAS OR THINK THAT HE'S RUINED.... THE CIRCUS.

Yeah, so it turns out the arranged marriage theory was true, and that Stella has been verbally abusive for who knows how long. But the real kicker is how much it explains Stolas's behavior from season 1. As it turns out, Blitz coming on so strong that night resulted in Stolas trying (badly) to copy that energy. And it turns out that when Blitz told him to stop that first night, he still ended up tying Stolas up and banging him. So... understandable. It turns out that Stolas never wanted to be malicious with his intentions, but genuinely thought that the arrangement was something that they both wanted.

But at the same time, he realizes that misunderstanding or no, a part of him did recognize that Blitz wasn't as happy as he was, and that he can't gaslight himself into thinking otherwise anymore.

Now the big thing about season 2 we all need to talk about, is how hard and fast it took Stolas off the regal and powerful pedestal that I think we all subconsciously put him on. Whatever mystery and darkness that surrounded him in season 1 went completely out the window in season 2. But personally I believe that this fits as season 1 was mostly told from Blitz's POV while season 2 takes place in Stolas's when he's there.

Stolas does not see himself as something regal and powerful. Stolas, as it turns out, is a romantic as well as a MASSIVE dork. Like he's disney princess levels of dorkiness. The man even gets his own slapstick moment for crying out loud.

But aside from that, he's highly intelligent and a genuinely good person who will put others before him if he can recognize the benefit.

Also, while we're on the topic, I don't think that Stolas is as powerful as we or Blitz were led to believe. Like yes, he's got immense power to those who have none.

But at the same time, put him next to Asmodeus, and this demon who seemed so strong before is actually tiny in comparison. Especially when noted that Ozzie was still holding back in this scene.

Now we have the "Look My Way" MV. By now, any dark mystery is gone, we know who Stolas is, but what we didn't expect to see was how blatantly Stolas realized his mistakes and took responsibility. This whole season we saw him be sad over his relationship with Blitz, but we never expected him to realize just how badly he messed up.

But he did. And it was glorious. And again, we realize how much he truly cares for Blitz, this isn't just him saying "I care about him" then doing nothing. This is him realizing he cares about Blitz, and wanting to do something to make it right. Even if that means Blitz will never want to see him again.

Anyway. If you made it this far, I'm impressed. As I've said before, I'm proud of the owl boy and how far he's come as a character. Tell me if you think I missed anything.

[joanofexys]

I think what bugs me the most about what happened today other than the fact that I was the one getting vagued is the fact that the conversation got warped into one that is about morality and not simply theorizing on The Ravens and how The Nest works

my original post essentially said two things:

The Ravens are victims and to erase that because they don't fit the model of the perfect victim and some have even become abusers erases all nuance from that portion of Jean and Kevin's lives and the surrounding discussion

Cults are weird. I grew up in one. And it is very easy to manipulated by one and to feel trapped and to also be completely in the dark about what is happening in a cult even when you're in the heart of it

I did not say anyone had to forgive the Ravens (they're fictional characters. fake people. that wasn't even on my mind) or that any of them are by any means good people. i also didn't say that they were all oblivious or that there weren't some of them that were abusive. I also never made this a conversation about morality and whether or not the Ravens are good or bad people for staying in a cult.

For some reason that got warped into what we are currently discussing and involved some highly insensitive language surrounding cult victims including things being said like it's not crazy to expect people to walk away from things like scholarships, financial security, or career security if it means being complacent in abuse and that it's "just basic morals".

And I'm sorry for getting personal on this but as a cult survivor I think that's one of the most upsetting and insensitive things I have heard come from these conversations today.

It doesn't matter what x thing is whether it's money or food or housing or a career. In a cult they use whatever it is you need and make you dependent on them for it. Also with the Ravens in particular keep in mind it wasn't simply being complacent in abuse. They were being abused.

If you have been in a similar situation, if you are grappling with the guilt of leaving a cult or anything like a cult, know that you are not a moral failure for having stayed for as long as you did. You are not moral failure for staying for whatever reason you did. It is not just basic morals when it comes to living in a cult. Morality becomes warped and the concept of what is immoral and moral is something completely different and that is intentional.

It doesn't matter whether you think the Ravens were aware of Riko's abuse or not. Having differing opinions on that is completely okay. What you don't get to do is turn it into a conversation about morality where you then get to insult cult survivors like we're evil people for not walking away at the first red flag because we needed something. Because we were in survival mode and we weren't able to focus on other people.

We still don't have all the details on how the Ravens function or the type of abuse players even outside of the perfect court face other than it was extreme. It's fun to theorize. And it's okay if people disagree. But if you can't be mindful about where your opinion switches from theory to some huge declaration of moral high ground then you've lost the fucking plot.

I would love to talk more about the Ravens and my theories on them. I would love to talk more about how cults work and why I think it's possible they were completely unaware of Riko's abuse. There's a lot of nuance in those conversations and I would love to take the time to treat them with the care they deserve. I'm also still incredibly upset by a lot of the things said today and I can acknowledge that this is a topic that is very personal to me. So this is me opening up that can of worms (again) and I'm more than happy to have those conversations and answer questions but please be patient with me because if it isn't already obvious this is a topic that is incredibly sensitive to me

[xxkiller-muffinxx]

THAT FLOYD ONESHOT WAS SO GOOD‼️‼️ I'd love to see a part 2 for it!^^

(If you want to btw-)

As long as we're together

Floyd x reader (Part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Summary: after a long while of being reconnected with your favorite brozone member. You make plenty of sweet familiar memories, however a line is crossed when a familiar popstar duo enters the picture.

Words: 1475

Warnings: Implied death, angst, another semi-cliffhanger

A/N: I don't know why I wrote these so fast, but maybe it's because I stopped worrying about tiny details and just went with the flow. I don't think I got Velvet and Veneers personalities perfect but I just felt like their scene fit their dynamic as best as possible. Genuinely appreciate the support on the last part, your guy’s positive feedback gives me life. Stay golden and enjoy! Ps. Velvet and Veneer are the same color but I tried to make it clear who was talking in the writing, thank you!

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You remember the first week you two were together. So fondly. Back to back in your prisons and humming each other's favorite song. No matter how embarrassing.

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It's been quiet for a few hours, you're both recovering from the last concert and are giving each other time to process. When suddenly Floyd begins humming quietly. You look at him and raise an eyebrow.

He returns your eye contact and smiles warmly. He then whispers. “Don't you…forget about me.” He would quietly sing. He continued mumbling the words until you would join in, but instead with one of his songs.

“Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep. Dreaming about the things that we could be.” You placed a hand on the glass as your voices began to wrap around one another. Creating a symphony unlike anything else. It reminded you that sometimes just singing matters more than any perfect note.

The two of you continued until you couldn't anymore. You tried to keep humming but you threw yourself into a coughing fit. Floyd immediately stopped singing and looked at you. “Hey hey, it's okay. You don't have to.” he comforted, instinctively reaching out a hand for your shoulder but being stopped by the barrier between you two.

“I'm okay. I'm okay,” you responded, despite the deep pain in your chest. You sat up and leaned on the glass. “Can we still talk?” You asked. Then Floyd nodded.

“So mount rageous? Pretty cool huh?” he started the conversation, but you only snorted at his sad excuse for a conversation topic.

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In a similar regard. You remember him telling you about his brothers. You were getting a bit too overhyped over all of them though. Even if you loved every other brother, you had to remind him who the best of them was.

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“Then there's Spruce-”

“The heartthrob!”

“Yeah him. He was nice, I didn't like how much he butted heads with John though. I just wish I could see them again,” He looked at his hands, gripping the air as if it were life support. You frowned. Leaning into the glass.

You didn't know how to comfort him, at this point, you were both pretty pessimistic. So saying anything optimistic would have the opposite effect. So you decided to keep talking instead.

“Yeah, spruce was pretty cool, but did you go to the last Brozone concert?” You said, utterly messing with him at that point.

“Wait what?” He asked as he glanced back at you.

“It was so good! I mean the pyrotechnics, the colors, ugh! The music! Don't get me started on the music!” you did your best to stand up and did an excited spin. Floyd followed.

“Woah hey, slow down.” he placed both hands on the glass and his eyebrows creased with worry.

“Though there was something I could never get over. Something that always irked me.” You stumbled back into the purple surrounding you, looking into Floyd’s eyes. He frowned and looked down. Seeming to already know what you’re going to say. However, you hit him with a curveball. “There wasn’t enough of that sensitive troll…what was his name again?”

He shook his head and said your name once. “What are you talking about?”

“He had pink hair, he was almost the youngest but Bitty B was too quick.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Bitty B was the star of the show honestly.”

You laughed and leaned your forehead toward him, he did the same. Your eyes met and you grinned. “He was the cutest troll and my favorite. No other brother could beat him.”

His cheeks turned red instantaneously, causing him to turn away. you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Which threw you into yet another coughing fit, Floyd was at your side quickly. Checking up on you to make sure you weren’t gone yet.

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Those moments, even if short. Meant the world to you. Now the boundary was crossed. Neither of you had much strength to talk or sing together anymore. To you went with compatible silence. That is until Velvet and Veneer took matters into their own hands.

You were in your usual spot when suddenly, Velvet stormed in. She was in hysterics, absolutely appalled by her performance. “I can't believe that happened!” she shrieked, kicking a shoe into a wall. Veneer came in right behind her.

“It's fine! One voice crack never ruined anyone's career! Woah!” Veneer dodged another shoe and hid behind a mirror just in case. Velvet wasn't having any of it though, she was completely thrown off course.

She stomped to the desk and swiped up the perfume bottle you were inside. “I don't care if it was one voice crack or five! I can't mess up like that in front of the world!” she growled and was prepared to throw you across the room. Before she stopped. She looked at you and smiled. “I just need more troll. That's all.”

She grinned, pulling the bottle to her neck and beginning to spray all around her. Veneer came from behind the mirror and put out a hand. “Hey, maybe we should ration those little guys, don't know how many trolls we're going to need, you know?” He tried reasoning.

Floyd looked up at Velvet and watched in horror as she sprayed as much of the music onto her as she could. There was nothing he could do. Velvet laughed in her insanity. Glancing at Veneer she made sure she was covered head to toe. “We won't need much more Veneer! If I nail this performance we’ll be made! I promise!”

Veneer shook his head and walked closer. When Velvet suddenly sprayed him in the face. “And face it. You love the attention as much as I do.” She hissed. Then once she was calm she slammed you back down onto the desk and left you alone. “Okay, now…I'm ready!” She was going to leave but Veneer stopped her. He pointed at your bottle and gulped. Velvet turned to look at you.

You were spent, your hair all white and your skin turning an entirely different shade. You were dying, and you were dying fast. Floyd dropped to his knees and whispered your name multiple times as if it would be the last thing he uttered. “Please be okay, please hold on for a bit longer.” He begged,

Then as soon as you were down, you were up again. Velvet groaned and handed Veneer the bottle. “You handle it. I have to get ready.” She said before leaving him alone in the room. Veneer grimaced as he watched her go. Then grimaced even more when he realized his duty.

Floyd banged on the glass. Trying to break it open to no avail. Veneer looked at Floyd. “Geez, you're making this harder. If I don't do this you know what Velvet will do.” He knelt down to Floyd’s level. Veneer’s eyes pleading for understanding.

Floyd shakes his head. “you don't have to do this, Veneer just let us go! Please, I'm begging you.” Floyd pushes hard on the glass, looking up into his eyes. Veneer, on the brink of being moved, stands up and looks at your nearly lifeless form.

Before he could respond, Velvet rips the diamond out of his hand. “What are you doing? I told you to deal with it. Not stand around playing with it.” She looked around and crossed her arms. “Ugh I always have to do everything. Hope you like flying.” she says, walking to the nearest window and opening it.

Veneer cringed at the notion, sitting down and looking away from her. Floyd began panicking more trying to get out more than ever, but of course. It wasn't working. He needed the perfect family harmony.

Without much of a second thought. Velvet threw you out of the window. Watching you fall and then dusting her hands off. She looked at Veneer. “Well? We have a show to put on. We have to get ready! Come on!” She walked out, leaving Veneer with Floyd. Veneer looked down at the troll and was going to comfort him when he decided, it probably wasn't for the best.

Veneer left, leaving Floyd all alone. Floyd was looking out the window. Thinking about you, thinking about all the fun you had in your worst situation, and he realized it was false hope. Being with you for the rest of your lives. He then realized there was no platonic explanation for his feelings.

He had loved you, but he didn't know it until you were gone.

Pt 3?

[inthestarsme]

Astro Observations pt.5

‼️Don't repost my Observations without consent and mentioning my page‼️

I very much respect non-binary or trans people. If i'm talking about man or woman, i'm talking about cis-men or woman i know, because often, due to societal coding/standards, there can be differences depending on the gender. But it could very much apply to you if you are non-binary or trans. Just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, as spiritual people like to say.🫶🏻

If you don't agree with my observations, please don't send any hate. They're only my personal observations that i'm posting just for fun. Especialy the specific ones can only apply to certain people. So don't take anything you read too seriously. It's not a science, just pop-astrology!😎

‼️TW: Mentioning of mental health struggles, abuse and other darker stuff. If you think reading this might trigger you, please stop reading!‼️

So let's go!

Lots of planets in the 7th house, especialy conjunct: A big part of this life might be about your marriage partner or life partner or just the relationship to your closed love ones. This can be amazing, but i need to tell you to be careful who you choose as a partner and who you let close to you in your life. As this is the house of open enemies too, this could also go south, especialy if there are also planets like mars, pluto or saturn involved. this could go from just staying in a unfulfilling relationship way too long (because your life seems to revolve around this relationship and you don't see a live without it) to being in an abusive relationship. ❤️‍🩹

Saggitarius AC: This gives the person bad guy vibes, but in a different way than Sag MC. In the MC it's more how the public perceives you, maybe through the career choices you made, but not necessarily how you actualy are as a person. In the Ascendant it is how you might actualy be like in more private settings or how you show yourself to your closer peers. Not a bad person, i feel like to be that saggitarius has way too strong morals, but just this bad b*tch energy that surrounds them and like a dark "emo" vibe. Or your actual personality could be described as "bad bitch"-like. could also really like dressing in black/ darker colours and/or with spikey/scary accessouirs.😈

Sun in Leo in the 8th house: I already talked about in another post how i've met a few people with leo sun who told me they love sex. One of those people has Leo sun in the 8th house, and he is into bdsm. so basicaly, i think the 8th (scorpio) house influence gives this love for sex a more extreme touch, and because scorpio is also posessive, stuff like bondage fits into it as well.⛓️

Chiron conjunct AC: You might've struggled with bullying or got outcasted by people who were dear to you because of the way you looked, dressed or how you behaved. But it doesn't have to be because of other people, it could just be that for some reason, you never liked your personality and always saw something wrong about who you are. Because of this, the thing you're most insecure about or hurt you the most is yourself or how you view yourself. I feel like this is a difficult placement for Chiron because it's hard to heal Chiron wounds. They are where we know how to heal others but we don't know how to heal ourselfes. And especialy because we might not think we're even worthy of healing, this placement might especialy struggle with dealing with their insecurities.🫂

Planets in the 22nd degree: As many may know, this is the so called "kill or be killed"- degree. How i personaly interpret it is, that in whatever planet or other placement you have this degree, it will be hard for you to develope the good trait of the planet. Let's take sun 22nd degrees in the 7th house as an example. You may naturaly love to be in love and love relationships, it's where your heart lies, but because of this degree, you have experienced so many relationship wounds, that you get a huge ego (the sun can also be ego if underdeveloped) to either hide your wound, or in the hopes of never getting hurt again (or both). This could then either make you completely turn away from relationships or a very narcissistic partner. And especialy when you have other more challenging planets conjunct the sun, it can make it even harder. You feel like, you either kill your heart, or you will be killed by it, because it may for example hurt too much. 🔪

Jupiter conjunct mars in the 10th house or conjunct the MC (also just Mars, but Jupiter "enlargens" the placement): Your career might be all about fighting. If it's just in the 10th house it's just your career and what you may be professionaly most respected for, conjunct MC may be what the general public knows you for. This can mean literal fighting like marshal arts or fighting in a war.🤼‍♀️

Ruler of the Ascendant in the 12th house: I personaly have this placement, and it's really hard for me to truly understand who i am and what defines me. As i get older i learn more and more about myself, but at the same time i have to unlearn a lot of stuff people told me about myself which i then belived to be true (because i didn't know who i am). For example, when i went to school i was always directly or indirectly told that i was more or less stupid. Everyone thought that, because i couldn't express myself properly in front of the class because of social anxiety. Because of this social anxiety, i was also always seen as shy, which is why i always thought of myself as shy and introverted by nature. But now as i got into university and learned how to approach people and my social anxiety has gotten a lot better, i now know i am actually way more extroverted than introverted as long as i'm surrounded by the right people and actualy not shy at all. And i learned that i wasn't actualy stupid, my struggle was just expressing myself properly and not having enough access to proper knowledge or the mental capacity to learn new things (i had quite a hard childhood, so i mentaly had to deal with a lot of stuff). So i feel like with this placement, it's important for you to always challenge what you believe to be true about yourself and be open to changing your perspective on yourself. Just because you may think something about yourself because everybody has made you feel like you are whoever they thought you were, doesn't mean you are actualy that. To you especialy i wanna say: i feel you, and you can got this!💪

Moon in the 12th house: This could mean your mother being abscent because of her having to stay in psychitric care or in prison or just some sort of very restricting place or situation. She might have been a drug/alcohol addict. Or she could've been emotionaly absend or it just felt like she was absent because the connection to her was missing. But i personaly could never make a connection from my moon sign to my mother, even though this is a interpretation a lot of astrologers make (which is why i feel like mentioning it, it's still valid). For me personaly, i feel like the moon just tells you about your emotions and how you might try to soothe yourself in different situations. With this placement specificaly, it might be very difficult for you to access your emotional life because you surpress your emotions and so they hide in your subconscious. Because of that, it might be very hard for you to know how to soothe yourself, so you might turn to drugs and because of that end up in prison or they express themselves in mental health struggles which may lead to you needing psyhchiatric care (or also to prison, if you do something bad because of that). But i don't want to make it seem like it's not okay for you to get the help you need. This is not an easy placement, so if you feel like you cannot handle what is going on with you psychologicaly, please seek professional help!🌘

Mars in the 7th house: This placement can indicate your partners (or just close loved ones) being potentialy abusive or you tending to be more aggressive towards your partners. Whoever is your open enemy might especialy try to go against you in a more aggressive way, so be careful with this one!🤕

That's it for today! If you liked it, feel free to leave a like, comment or to even reblog my post. Until next time, stay the beautiful human being you are.🫶🏻

[i-wanna-die-like-now]

I'm drunk and I have some thoughts on this.

@alteredphoenix I completely agree! The ice core is amazing and I love it for him-

But!

It has never really made sense to me, nothing about Danny screams ice or cold, I get that it's also a major factor in his ghost sense but man they missed hard, his character (to me) shows warmth and energy.

So... looking Into what Ice and cold can represent in media,

This one sort of fits, being a halfa is new territory, for both him and the ghost zone. Him falling into his powers and discovering new things. All uncharted, new.

Rigidity and stillness... Not so much, Dannys life takes off in so many new directions, there isn't a standstill in his life and he definitely isn't devoid of sentiment. If anything he has more, he's using everything he has just to save people, because it's the "right" thing to do. He has so many emotions and thoughts on all this new information he is being exposed to, processing so many new things.

Absent of hate, yeah I see that, true hate? That's something I think takes a lot for Danny to feel, along with wrath.

This one fits extremely well, Danny has to be really mentally unwell after everything he's been through, he's around his parents that are constantly spouting how much they hate his kind and what they want to do to them. Lack of love? I'm sure he's feeling that, ik I would be. But it also doesn't fit because he has the love of most people in his life, his friends and Jazz, even his parents (albeit half the time) I think it's a huge part of the show how much love he is surrounded with, their friendship is a huge part of it. Jazz accepting him and him accepting Dani, there isn't a lack of love.

(I haven't watched the show in a hot minute tho)

Death, absolutely, he's dead. He's surrounded by death and other dead people.

I don't see Dannys character of one of hatred or destruction, Dan. Sure, but we're talking about Danny.

But most of these aren't in the show, they don't dive into it and so it comes off as extremely out of place. It's not like it makes no sense, him having ice powers was never something I thought needed to be changed, I still don't, it does make me think about why he does have an ice core though when electricity was right there.

Now here's my own thoughts on electricity and how that would have worked.

He died surrounded by electricity and ectoplasm, he can use ecto energy so it makes sense that he would also be able to use electricity. Vald isn't shown to use an ice core so it can't be that it because he’s half dead, there isn't a sold reason as to why it can't be electric. (I wish the show went into more details about cores)

Electricity to me shows warmth and power, Danny is shown to be powerful, he is a newly formed ghost and he manages to beat multiple strong ghosts that have been around for way longer than him. I took that as him being extremely powerful, he is also shown to be compassionate and caring. He's a good person with a good heart, being dead and warm doesn't go hand in hand but I don't think that matters all that much.

He's always moving and flowing, both with his movements in fights and his opinions and values. He's a growing teenage boy and is learning new things about himself and the world, ghosts and the zone included, he's growing and lighting a light in the kids of Amity. Sparking change for ghosts and painting them in a new light for humans. He's both a ray of hope for the citizens he's protecting and the ghosts he helping, almost like a new era, like when we discovered electricity and it changed our daily lives.

He's also dangerous, and deadly.

One wrong move and he could end a life, end whole cities (as shown in The Ultimate Enemy) much like one wrong move with electricity and you're left injured or dead.

Overall electricity is good and it helps us everyday but it can also cause serious harm and I think that suits Danny so well, him being afraid of what he can do with his powers after the whole Dan scare, the warmth he brings Amity and the zone, it fits him perfectly imo.

And them there's the angst of having a power that literally killed him, that would be terrifying.

[randomthefox]

Much as I prefer the Bardock special over Dragon Ball Minus and would prefer to stand by it, one thing I ALWAYS even as a kid thought was stupid was the way the animated series presented this idea. That Kakarot was sent to earth as a NAKED BABY who probably was less than half a year old at best. The kid probably wasn't even weened off of milk yet, and they were sending him off to wipe out planets?

What the FUCK was he supposed to do!? He had a power level of 2 for crying out loud. That's less than the farmer with a shot gun had. And he was just chucked onto this planet naked and sucking his thumb with no cognition of ANYTHING? Were they just banking on him happening to see a full moon before he died of lack of sustenance and hope that he'd wipe out the planet in a mindless great ape state? It literally makes no sense and the way it was portrayed always made it seem like if Grandpa Gohan hadn't found him, baby Kakarot would have instantly died.

I HATE Dragon Ball Minus, but Saiyan society hanging onto Kakarot until he was at least a toddler (three years old, somewhere around as old as Pan was when she appears in the end of the manga) and sending him off while decked out in armor makes WAY more sense. In the Super Broly movie they even add a line in the dub saying that Kakarot's mom thinks he's STILL too young for them to consider sending him off world even then. I really like this nursing capsule idea btw, it makes a lot of sense that Saiyans would chuck their babies into a machine that does all the heavy lifting to keeping them alive and nourished, considering even female saiyans would be too busy going off conquering other worlds to waste time nursing babies.

And it matches much closer to what we were originally told when meeting Raditz in the manga. What would be the point of Goku hitting his head and getting amnesia if he was too young to even remember anything about himself being a saiyan or planet Vegeta or his mission to exterminate life on earth (something which Raditz obviously expects him to know about)? There's no way baby infant Kakarot as portrayed in the Bardock special is aware of anything beyond his immediate surroundings, let alone has ANY idea of why he'd have been sent to earth. But the way it's depicted in Dragon Ball Minus, you honestly WOULD expect three year old Kakarot to know exactly what's his deal is.

And this matches with the story Roshi told about what Grandpa Gohan's experience of raising Goku was like before he got amnesia too. Kakarot wasn't a helpless naked infant in the woods. He came out the pod ready to throw hands, and the only reason Gohan managed to survive the encounter is because he was a martial artist.

Basically while I prefer to stand by the STORY of the Bardock animated movie, I vastly prefer the AESTHETICS of Dragon Ball Minus and the way it was adapted into animation by the Dragon Ball Super Broly movie. The portrayal of saiyan society, class hierarchy, social customs, and armored toddler Kakarot just all make way way more sense. Kakarot being old enough to be able to walk and probably even talk makes way more sense, him knowing he's a saiyan and the reason he was sent to earth makes way more sense, the way he'd be old enough to actually be the hellion he's described as being by Roshi makes way more sense with him being that age.

But the STORY of the Bardock special is soooo much better than Minus/Super's portrayal of Kakarot being sent off for his own safety by his loving parents. Gag me with a spoon. The original animated Bardock movie's portrayal of Bardock not giving a shit about his son because he was weak, and Kakarot being sent off to conquer earth because that's what saiyans do even as infants is just so much better a narrative AND fits closer with what we're told about Kakarot's backstory by Raditz.

Basically my preference would be to think of a combination of the two. The aesthetics of Dragon Ball Minus/Dragon Ball Super Broly and how it DEPICTS the characters, but with the STORY of the Bardock animated movie.

Seriously Kakarot being sent off as a naked infant makes literally no sense and it never has. Why the fuck would Raditz expect Kakarot to recognize him and be aware of his saiyan mission upon meeting him if he had been sent off as a baby fresh off the teet?

Seriously, Kakarot and Raditz clearly MUST have interacted with each other before Kakarot was sent to earth. Otherwise this dialog makes no sense whatsoever. Frankly the story of the Bardock special AND Dragon Ball Minus both don't make any sense as depicted, I have no choice BUT to stitch them together in my mind. To imagine a version of the NARRATIVE the Bardock special presented, that LOOKS like how Dragon Ball Minus/DBSBroly looks, and where that narrative takes place when Kakarot was at least three year old and thus has that much time to experience life as a saiyan with his original family members. Where Kakarot was raised and reared as a saiyan and knew what life as a saiyan was like, and was sent off as a low class trash child to some piddly little backwater planet that was beneath anyones concern. And that he happened to be sent away around the same time that Freeza decided to pop Planet Vegeta. That little Kakarot went to earth ready to fulfill his purpose by exterminating the entire planet but was only domesticated by Gohan happening to be able to subdue the child, and by getting a severe head injury that gave him amnesia.

That's really the only way anything could even make sense. Gotta read between the lines and find the truth that exists somewhere in the middle of the two backstories we'd had about Goku and the fate of Planet Vegeta.

[subsystems]

10.2.23

Disclaimer: This is my own musings about plurality. I talk about my personal experience with unification (final fusion) too. Don't read if that upsets you for some reason.

Something I haven't really talked about is my relationship with the idea of plurality. I saw someone talking about how they feel simultaneously plural and not plural, and I find that really relatable.

I used to despise being called plural. It brought me so much shame. Made me feel like this one single symptom of my disability was being cherrypicked and pinned onto me as a label. I felt like my vast and varied experience with DID was minimized for something much more palatable and "fun" to others. It was almost like the full DID was being pushed aside. Like being told "yes, you should continue to hide that and you should continue to be ashamed of it."

I also felt like plurality still applied to me, though. Yes, the blanket definition of plurality does fit me. I am a person who has multiple parts, a plurality of perspectives, I am "more than one." That fits...but that's not all?

I think another thing is that, when I got diagnosed, I didn't even feel plural even though I knew the term technically fit me. I hardly ever felt a presence of parts even though they were there. We hardly talked, hardly wanted to acknowledge each other, even though the evidence was there. For me, it was like being forcibly dragged in and out of existence. Someone else would replace me but I wouldn't know that, wouldn't remember. So, what do you mean that there are systems who never feel lonely or out of control because they're always co-conscious, voluntarily switching, and chatting inside? What do you mean that's even possible? Was I the only one living my own life in slivers and pieces? Was I the only one experiencing the unbearable loneliness that is my DID?

Yeah, I am "more than one" but...

It was complicated. There's probably old posts on my blog where I talk about how I'm not plural even though I have DID. And probably other posts where I'm calling myself plural as if my teeth are clenched. Like it's painful but necessary.

Sometimes I revisit those old feelings, but for the most part I feel at peace with the concept of plurality now. As a young trauma survivor, it was hard to separate the concept itself from the online culture surrounding it. But, ultimately, the way other people experience their plurality doesn't invalidate me. The concept itself doesn't minimize or shame me. It's just a word for an experience, in the same way that dissociation and flashbacks are words for experiences. The way these things are treated and talked about are ripe for criticism, not the experiences themselves. It's nice to have words for them.

And there's no universal way of "being more than one" because it ranges on a spectrum of experiences. Much in the same way dissociation can be mild or extreme, be it brought on by trauma, mental disorders, religious practices, drugs, or other things. Who fucking cares.

But when I think about it...when did I start actually feeling plural despite always fitting the concept? Out of anything, I think unification (final fusion) was actually what helped me finally feel my own plurality. Isn't that interesting?

Unification was when we finally felt each other. I feel the entire multitude because I am it. We're all together, all at once, at all moments. We're constantly in communication. There's no blocks, no separations, no barriers. I'm all of us and we're all of me: a big bundle of parts, connected together like a constellation.

That feels more like plurality than anything I ever felt before.

[archivalofsins]

Common Amane Innocent talk because no I won't shut up about her and nobody can fucking make me. Look at all the prisoners wielding weapons in the new minigram that they all have access to within the prison!

Scissors something everyone canonically has access to due to Amane's voice drama.

A fucking icepick?!

Why the hell is this here? Oh, the minigrams aren't canon, some will say. They aren't canon to the timeline we're in currently. However, the prisoners are still the prisoners, and they are still in Milgram. Also, Es has confirmed there is a supply closet with an unknown amount of items in it in Amane's second voice drama. All of these are things that would commonly be found in a supply closet or a toolbox that would also commonly be found in a supply closet. Explaining how they managed to fix the sprinklers and make sandbags when the water malfunctioned in that one minigram.

Literally, everyone here, including Shidou, has access to everyday tools that could be used as weapons. Which is fucking wild considering Mu is shown to kill someone with a box cutter that is shown to be a common everyday school supply she carries in her bag. Like everyone is literally screwed this intermission and voting anyone guilty twice in the hopes of getting them restrained could very well lead to that prisoners death.

It's important to think about both Amane and Mikoto's cases seriously.

Restraint doesn't just mean they can not hurt others but that they can not defend themselves as well. Something that is necessary for both of them as they've both had their safety threatened by Kotoko,

20/06/18

Amane: Thank you very much for teaching me. ……but, though I realise it’s strange me saying this after I asked you, I must admit it’s kind of unexpected. You give off the impression of someone who wouldn’t want to get involved in things like this.

Kotoko: ……well, you’re not wrong. I’m surrounded by people who could all be murderers, so I don’t plan on going out of my way to talk and make friends. I can’t let my guard down. But I like ambitious people like you. If you want to study more, then I’m happy to teach.

Amane: I see…… You look scary at first impression, but I quite like the way you treat everyone equally regardless of whether they’re older or younger than you. You don’t just treat me like a child or anything like that.

Kotoko: Treat you like a child? Hah, you’ve got to be kidding. Back when I was your age, I was already the person I am today. I don’t have any plans to let you get away with something just “because you’re a child.” ……remember that. There, I’ve finished marking. 83%. How do I put it… Even though you act like this, it’s not like you’re super brilliant at studying or anything, huh.

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while. Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? A lot’s happened, but fr now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate.

Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself.

Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……!

[TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.]

Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

X

And, they are surrounded by multiple people who have been implied to have killed individuals their age. From the beginning of Milgram.

From Shidou saying it's fitting that a child would be the one to judge him in his first voice drama, seeing Haruka's statements on not being good with children Amane's age turning into I'm no longer afraid of children along with being visually shown his victim was a little girl. Combined with his statements regarding Amane in his first voice drama, it is implied that his victim was around or Amane's age. Kotoko jumps a guy who doesn't seem much younger or older than Mikoto and is shown attacking people older than herself. Everyone here has killed, and they all have access to weapons.

So, I find it very interesting to see who's treated as a threat and not by the fandom.

[pomplalamoose]

If you are ever down I would love your take on a Luke with a ND partner, maybe one who isn't expressive or picks up on social cues. says what ever comes to mind. Takes things a little too literally, is blunt in conversations. Like someone who struggles with their tone so people think they're bored or mean when they really have constantly racing thoughts and new ideas and are always open to new relationships.

I'm pretty sure it has never taken me this long to answer an ask before, but I wanted to make sure I'd put the same time and effort into yours as I did with every other one so far. Sadly I never seemed to get the free time to do so until now, so I REALLY want to thank you for your patience, anon, and hope you're happy with the result🩵

Please note though that for requests like these I'm only able to draw from my own experiences which possibly differ from those of others.

Accordingly nothing I said about "you" is meant to impose any kind of insinuations about behavioral patterns on those reading this, nor is it my intention to criticize or sound harsh in any way.

It goes without saying that Luke, as a friend as well as a partner, couldn't be any more wonderful to be around and I believe that especially for someone on the neurodivergent spectrum it's basically a dream come true to date him.

(Apart from that he's definitely that one friend who listens to you when you think nobody else does and waits for you when you need to stop to tie your shoe laces.)

He's empathetic and sensitive to the emotions of those surrounding him and thus would never make you feel like you don't belong, are weird for acting a certain way, or like you'd be better off pretending to be something you're not to "fit in".

And while Luke's connection to the Force certainly adds a lot to the fact that he has no trouble reading you, he would manage to just as well without it.

Still there's no denying how useful his abilities could prove themselves to be in a relationship, especially should his partner struggle with expressing themselves.

I won't go into much more detail though, because many of the things I already talked about in my other posts regarding his understanding and supportive character can be applied here as well.

(e.g. Master Luke Skywalker headcanons, Luke with a partner on their period, Luke x a reader with mental health issues, breaking down in front of Luke)

However I think it'd be really interesting to take a look at his initial reaction to getting to know a neurodivergent person with the behavioral features you described since I believe they differ depending on which Luke era we're talking about.

• ANH Luke wouldn't even bat an eye

• on Tatooine everyone has to put up a rough exterior in order to protect oneself

• it's not a place of friendly conversations and common niceties; people know they're better off minding their business and staying on their own

• you're very blunt and speak your mind?

• you seem unfazed, even bored during most encounters?

• good for you, it's not easy to navigate this corner of the galaxy and much safer to hold others at a distance

• growing up Luke came across a wild array of all kinds of beings too, one more interesting (and really scary) than the other

• he's not put off, instead even used to supposed unfriendliness

• also he doesn't know anything about where you're from and your people, maybe that's just the way they are and how you were raised?

• he probably thinks you're very cool too

• because surely you have seen a lot? Been on great adventures across the galaxy?

• he really wants to do the same

• if you come across as mean without meaning to it's not a big deal, it only makes him want to spend even more time with you

• ("if mean, then why friend-shaped??")

• most importantly ANH Luke judges a person more by their actions than their words, so there is absolutely no need to worry about how he may perceive you

• it's safe to say you're not getting rid of him as it's nearly impossible to shake him off once he decides he wants to be someone's friend

• he's more than delighted once you get to know each other better and it turns out his intuition was right!

• ESB Luke, on the other hand, may be a bit slower to come around

• not necessarily because he dislikes you but because he doesn't have the time nor the patience to put effort into really getting to know you

• people talk and so he probably heard a thing or two that has him eyeing you curiously

• most likely he won't pay you much mind as he's gone most of the time anyways

• generally speaking though, I think you'd get along pretty well, Luke is a friendly and open minded person after all and would surely grow fond of your quirks before even knowing about their source

• still there's a possibility of the two of you butting heads should it come to an actual meeting

• nothing really severe, of course, but still I can see Luke growing easily frustrated at, for example, your lack of expression, or at your questions when you don't quite get something and want to make sure you understood everything correctly

• and while he's not going to show it or tell you outright that he thinks you're a bit annoying, he's not that good at surpressing dramatic sighs or a roll of his eyes

• HOWEVER if you catch him off guard with blunt words said in a tone that could come across as mean it could definitely get a rise out of him

• after all we get to see that he has developed a certain attitude; he's snippy, quick to talk and slightly judgemental

• (mainly towards Han and Yoda but I can see him acting this way quite often because of all that he's being put through)

• I'm sure that under different circumstances Luke wouldn't react as strongly but with how things are during ESB he might hurt your feelings without meaning to

• once the dust settles and he has a quiet moment to himself he'll feel awful though and most likely seek you out to make amends

• naturally RotJ Luke is a different story altogether

• (the character development this man went trough is absolutely crazy, and I'm amazed every time I do comparisons like these)

• before even taking to you for the first time he'd regard you with a warmth and patience you seldom get to experience

• he quietly smiles to himself when he overhears you having a conversation in that special way of yours or when he senses something sparking an idea

• he appreciates your bluntness

• maybe at first you'd think he's laughing at you but don't worry, he just thinks you're cute

• he feels you in the Force, senses your excitement, your curiosity

• it draws him in

• he is able to see you as a whole, not just what you present on the outside, and so isn't deterred by what others would view as a potential attack or criticism

• (take notes ESB Luke)

• once you've grown closer he's always there to point out social clues you might have missed and/or walks you through certain situations to explain how your behavior might have looked to others when it's something you're worried about

• often he knows what you're going to say before you do and, if that's what you want, gives you a sign you agreed upon, letting you know if maybe it'd bet better for you to be silent instead

• (he absolutely explains dumb sexual jokes to you when you don't get them and I don't care how self indulgent this is, I could really use someone to do that for me, thank you very much)

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 12

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: and we're back to violence

Summary: Jason spirals

Note: this chapter is shorter than what I've been doing but I felt it was important to let Jason have this one

You hadn't expected Jason to keep a regular schedule, to come see you or contact you everyday. Hell you didn't even have a phone number for him. What you didn't expect was for him to disappear for six months.

Jason hadn't meant to vanish from YN's life. He had meant to come back right after Two-Face's bank heist, expected that he would be one step closer to gaining the guy's territory once he stopped his cash flow. He knew Two-Face was desperate though, his funds were running dangerously low and Jason had been able to buy some guys in his crew due to lack of paychecks. It was going to make the bank job easy, until Jason arrived, stalking through the upper offices of the building, getting into position. Then he heard it. Laughter, very familiar laughter wafting through the large open room below.

"Well, well, well, it seems like my traps are working!" Joker said, clapping his hands. Jason forced himself to peer over the ledge of the balcony into the main bank room below. Two-Face was with Joker, balloons surrounding the room. They were probably fully of poison gas. At the sight of Joker Jason felt the air leave his lungs. He couldn't inhale, nothing happened. His heart raced. He had to get out of there. He ran out the way he'd come in, glad he hadn't had any other guys on this job with him, he would have lost a lot of ground looking like this much of a coward. As he flew above the streets of Gotham he was haunted by laughter, feeling like it was chasing him. He kept glancing back, expecting to see a stark white face and green hair, a flash of purple before he was hit with a crowbar. Or maybe just shot because a fitting end to Jason Todd would be being shot on a rooftop, probably with one of his own guns, never to be found.

He had been about to climb in your window and wait for YN to get back from wherever she was when he heard a scream nearby. He panicked, thinking it might be her screaming so he booked it to the alley it was coming from. He could see it wasn't YN being attacked but he jumped down anyway, the pit rage rising. He grabbed the guy off the woman and she ran, and Jason started throwing punches. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. By the time he was done he was pretty sure the person who found the body was going to need therapy for life. He couldn't do this. He couldn't be spiraling, but he was. He took off again, once again finding his childhood home and curling up fetal on the mattress in his old room. He couldn't hear anything but the laugh, felt like someone was stabbing him with little pins all over his body, he wasn't sure he would ever be able to breath again. He was weak, he was pathetic, he couldn't handle this, he couldn't protect YN when at any moment he might spiral again. She was better off with her memory, their one good night together, that was enough. It would be enough for him, wouldn't it?

By the time Jason had recovered enough to start doing real work again, not just surviving in that little room, Two-Face had been apprehended by the GCPD and he swooped in to take over the Bowery and East End full. Greasing some palms in the rest of North Gotham meant he had complete control over the area. It would keep him busy running that, planning his next attack, probably on Penguin's territory, that would give him almost unlimited funds. He could forget about her, throw himself into work. Maybe even figure himself out enough that he could talk to her again.

Batman would shockingly be the person to push Jason back in YN's world again. They found each other while Jason was busting a sex trafficking ring, and Batman was doing the same. He seemed surprised to see Jason when he came into the office of the head pimp after taking care of guards keeping the very young women captive. Jason had just gotten the guy under control, gun to his head when Batman barged in, knocking the door off its hinges. Jason looked up and the pimp took advantage, shoving at Red Hood and running towards Batman, like he would save him. Jason fired, hitting the guy right in the heart before he even get halfway across the room.

"No!" Batman said as the guy fell dead before him.

"No? No! Why in the fuck do you care if that guy is dead?" Jason asked, disgusted. "Those girls down there? None of them are even old enough to graduate high school and you care that this shithead is dead?" He shook his head.

"You know we don't kill," Batman said. Jason rolled his eyes, knowing Batman couldn't see it.

"You mean you let murderers and rapists live. I kill the bad guys," he answered. He was about to jump out the window when Batman spoke, taking a step towards him.

"She misses you," Batman said and Jason froze. He stepped back into the room and turned, gun aiming at Bruce.

"Don't you talk about her," he snarled. Batman was unfazed. The bullet wouldn't kill him, but it would hurt like a bitch at least. "You of all people know that they are better off without us."

"I don't know about that," Batman replied. "You are clearly having some kind of neurotic episode, probably because of the trauma of your death. Did seeing Joker really send you spiraling this far out of control?" Jason growled. Of course Batman knew about that, knew everything, he always did. "And if I have learned anything from both Nightwing and Robin finding their soulmates its that the right person is the only thing that truly keeps you strong and sane." Jason didn't know why he was still standing there. Maybe he was wanting to hear this, wanting to get permission to find YN again. He didn't want to be selfish and keep her close only for himself though. He hadn't been able to get that laugh out of his head and he knew that the only person to clear it away was YN but he didn't want that to be the reason he found her. The reason she suffered just because he needed her chase away nightmares.

"She doesn't need me making her life miserable," Jason said, finally lowering the gun and slumping a little. Batman shook his head and tentatively took a step forward. When Jason didn't shoot he walked over and put a hand on Red Hood's shoulder. Jason hated to admit it but he liked the feeling. It reminded him of when he was Robin and he had messed up, not violently, but just missed a step in a plan, was off on the throw of a batarang by an inch, missing the perpetrator, and Batman would comfort him, would actually be a father to him.

"Red Hood, she is absolutely miserable now, without you. And you know I've been watching. You're back to being ruthless, murdering, not just killing the bad guys. You don't do things like beat pickpockets to death in alleyways. You need each other. She's going to be at the Iceburgh Lounge tomorrow night getting some information about Penguin," Batman said, stepping back into the shadows. Jason sighed and looked down. When he looked up, as expected Batman was gone. Jason wondered how cold it was in hell knowing that Batman had just told him to go find a girlfriend.

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: APPLICATION ANXIETY (SEASON 3, EPISODE 3, PART 3)

Luke marches next door to confront Taylor about his malt shop scheme. I love Luke giving Taylor a good smack down. This episode is so chock full of verbal smack downs, I'm positively giddy.

He's not wrong you know. I fully believe there is a dark side to The Hollow. I wish to one day explore it in my unrated spinoff chock full of swearing and gritty realism and Naked Adult Jess titled...The Hollow.

How creepy is it that Taylor has surveillance cameras all over town? Also, I think I can be forgiven for wrongly assuming Taylor was going to show Luke a picture of Jess. He's chosen to use a couple of skateboarders as an example of moral decay in Stars Hollow when Jess and Shane were macking it against a tree in front of hundreds of people in broad daylight at a festival HE was overseeing. That's funny. I’m glad Taylor decided to leave Jess alone and turn a blind eye to the furious public groping. I'm thinking since Jess could use a couple of friends he should introduce himself to these skateboarders. I think he would fit in nicely. "You want to open up a soda shop next to the diner? Taylor, no, no, no. Every day from now until the end of my life, I am going to come in here saying "Taylor, no." When I die, I'm gonna be frozen next to Ted Williams, and when they find the cure to what I died of and unfreeze me, my first words will be "How's Ted?" followed closely by, "Taylor, no." Another glorious Nuclear Rant! Hey, I actually understood that Ted Williams reference! Umm. Let me have this article unpack it because this post is going to go wildly off script if I attempt to do it myself. Ted Williams' decapitated head was cryonically preserved in a Frankenstein-like plan to resurrect him in the future

Here's what Lorelai is reading (the magazine is dated August 23-30, 2002).

Lorelai informs Rory that she met with Charleston and he suggested Rory meet with a Harvard graduate for an alumni dinner...Aw crud, I remember that. That whole thing where Rory goes to a very awkward dinner with a bunch of intellectual dorks then she goes upstairs to find some girl putting on a bunny costume, and then the bunny gives her life advice about being yourself and not following the crowd or something.

Hey Dave.

Stop it AmyShermanPalladino. Just stop it. *grumbles and googles* Danny Davies Gans (October 25, 1956 – May 1, 2009) was an American singer, comedian and vocal impressionist. Gans was a performer on the Las Vegas Strip and the surrounding area, where he was billed as "The Man of Many Voices."  This was in reference to Lorelai impersonating Rory's voice on the phone.

And now, time for the alumni dinner.

She has a digital organizer. That's how we're supposed to know she's really rich.

Lorelai makes a joke about how she thinks the brother and sister in the family are having sex with each other. Welp. At dinner with the Harvard Dorks, Rory and Lorelai exchange looks when the father implores his supposedly incestuous children not to "Fight over the breast." What is happening? Mom and Dad won't talk about Carol (the bunny). The dad is kinda Richard-Esque. The next several minutes is just an excrutiangly long game of Harvard Dork Family Playing Trivia at the dinner table and would you look at that, Lorelai feels like a fish out of the water for not understanding anything they're referencing. HA, HA! NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS!

Look at all the kooky crap on the walls. It looks like a TGI Friday's. And she's dressed as a 50's car hop. We already know this girl (Carol) is going to be so quirky. Rory thinks this chick is pretty keen and appreciates her taste in music. Spoiler alert: Rory does not make a new friend. Bunny Carol is Fun and Cute and Quirky and Not Like Other Girls and she intends to make it known that Rory is nothing more than a Harvard Sheep. Baaaa.

If only Rory could be a bunny/waitress like Carol and not stuck on The conveyor belt of Expectations, then she'd truly be happy. Well, who knows, since the journalism degree obviously didn't pan out, maybe at one point she did. There's a big hole in the Gilmore Girls timeline between 2007-2016. LOL @ Rory waiting tables or entertaining children for a living. Even April waited tables at Luke’s and she was like, 12 or something. I don’t remember. Anyway I made myself laugh just now. Rory: I've dreamt of Harvard since I was 4. Bunny Carol: LOL, a lot of little kids dream about that, right after meeting Harry Potter. This bunny is downright vicious.

Getting screen shots of that giant pencil to make jokes about how Rory is always holding oversized props that are vaguely penis-like is the only reason I ever venture into season 7.

I swear there was a fourth penis prop because I referenced that pencil not long ago and can’t find it now.

Take that, Crusty!

Sure, Lorelai is easy to please. Unless you date someone she doesn’t like, or you talk to your grandparents, or you invite your grandparents to a thing, or you take the advice of your grandparents, or you conspire with your grandparents to help your mother financially, or you consider a college that your grandparents suggest, or you consider other colleges besides the best ones, or your quarter on a string goes missing, or your friend gets you into a car accident, or you break up with Dean and suddenly there’s no one around to pleasure her sexually anymore… Otherwise Lorelai is super chill.

Things googled while watching gilmore girls: Ted Williams, Entertainment Weekly Gangs of New York, Danny Gans, How Much Did A PalmPilot Cost, Could A Palm Pilot Make Calls, Inflation Calculator (to calculate the price of a Palm Pilot in today's money, which could be between $400-$700)

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Who's Gonna Love You In The Middle Of The Night

Just a little side thing that happens between some forthcoming chapters of my HOTD fic: Sins Of The Father. We're not really gonna see any of the stuff surrounding this in-text because it's side characters that don't have the most to do with the main plot (not atm, anyway, & not in a way we'll ever see their POVs in the main fic), but I talk about Ser Yarwyck Royce & Cassana Strong a lot with @emilykaldwen, & we're both incredibly soft for them. So enjoy some Caswyck because I needed to write Them™️. Main Fic [ship context] | Fic Art | Projects Page With Other Links | Title Song

Cassana startled when the door opened again, Yarwyck pushed unceremoniously through by the throng of Valewomen who had half stripped him during the procession to his apartments. Their apartments. She had a room adjoining his now instead of the private rooms afforded her as the only young woman in The Hand's tower.

Ser Yarwyck’s short ringlets were disheveled, and his belt and white, dagged bliaut with bronze studs had been pilfered by the grabbing hands of the procession. The pale gray tunic he'd worn underneath clung tight to his broad chest, and it falling down to his knees was probably the only reason his trousers were still on. Their close quarters, Ser Yarwyck’s objective handsomeness, and the lingering specter of the giggling women who'd brought him here made Cassana self conscious. Everything made her uncomfortably aware of her own body; of its undoubted (and exploitable) inadequacies, of its limited assets that only counted to some.

She crossed her arms over her middle, then frowned when that made it look like she was propping her breasts up, and uncrossed her arms. Cassana twisted her hands in her skirts. The white and bronze gown fit strangely now, no longer holding her up and in due to the lacings at the back of her dress and holding her puffed sleeves to the low, scoop-necked bodice having been tugged loose. The dress was only still tied enough to hang on her because Ser Robert Tyrell noticed her discomfort and put a stop to the other men's revelry.

Cassana and Ser Yarwyck both opened their mouths to speak, words stumbling over each other before they stopped short. They were silent for a moment and the air felt thick between them, or at least it did for Cassana.

“You can go first.”

She tried to smile so Ser Yarwyck would know she was grateful, but the expression would not form. Cassana looked down so he would not see. “We do not have to do anything if you do not want to. I am under no illusions of being everyone’s taste.”

“Who told you to take my line?”

“Who’s taste would you not be?” her brows were furrowed over a disbelieving gaze when she looked back up at him, “There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I meant about not having to actually have sex if you do not want to, it is not like we’ve had some sort of desire for each other beforehand…right?” Ser Yarwyck looked suddenly unsure, as if the possible incorrectness of his words had only just occurred to him. Given he had spent nearly a full year in Essos with Lady Ella without even sparing a single letter to Cassana, they probably hadn’t. She wasn’t offended, he was right, but it was nice knowing that he cared enough to notice things now at least.

“We have not, but I have not had to want you since we met to notice what you look like.” She sat on the edge of the bed, toying with the clasp of her white under dress: a small brooch depicting the branching rivers of House Strong’s sigil.

A satisfied grin spread across his face, it was easy and charming and made his eyes half-lidded. Cassana snorted, it was an expression she’d seen on her eldest brother’s face more times than she could count.

“Do not get too smug. You had very little to do with how handsome you are.”

“Still nice of you to notice.” He replied nonchalantly before grabbing the collar of his tunic from behind his head and pulling the garment up and over till it slid down his arms and dropped on the floor. Heat flooded Cassana’s cheeks, and she glanced down at her lap. She had not seen a man this intimately since that night over three years ago, it was exciting and shameful and it made her heart race.

“So I take it you do not, since you said something about it first,” there was a soft thunk from one of his boots coming off, “that is fine by me. I’ve heard girls can be nervous the first time.” Another thunk.

“I am not nervous.” Not about something that had already happened.

“So you just assumed that I don’t want to have sex with you?”

“I am not worth such attentions, Ser Yarwyck! Not meaningfully, not romantically.” The words came louder than she meant them to, ringing out into the silence of his chambers as tears pricked at her eyes. Ser Androw Selmy had made sure she knew that when she’d had to threaten him with her brother to keep him from spilling inside her, when he’d left her uncared for, when he’d stopped being kind to her once he'd gotten what he wanted.

The bed dipped as he sat next to her, and he gently bumped her with his elbow. Cassana looked at him from the corner of her eyes, and his smile was softer now; warm and friendly and a bit crooked. “Who said that?”

“No one said it…”

“I’ll fight him.”

“I said no one–”

“Cassana, you would not come to these conclusions on your own. I’ll fight whoever made you think so poorly of yourself.”

“Why?”

He blinked at her, slow and a bit confused. “I know I was rubbish at sending letters to you, I was rubbish about it with everyone, but we were at least friendly at the hunt and at Yorick’s wedding. You know, until that mess happened and everything got called off…”

“You do not need to trouble yourself.” She mumbled, going back to fiddling with the brooch.

“I like troubling myself with my friends.” The bed shifted again, and Cassana fully turned her head to look at Ser Yarwyck now. He was leaned back with his weight on his hands, and his pale blue eyes were fixed on her face. She did smile this time, and a chuckle soft as a breath left her.

“As your friend, I am asking you for the favor of not troubling yourself.”

“Alright,” he sighed, resigned to accepting her request. Her smile brightened, and she dropped her hands to her sides, resting them on the bed as her fingers spread out over the soft linens.

“So, do I get to fuck a pretty girl tonight, or not?”

Cassana’s face felt even warmer, and she was sure she was red as a beet. She wanted to say something, but all she could manage was pointing at herself and mouthing “me,” obvious unsurety hanging between them.

“Who else would I be talking about?”

Lady Ella, or any number of the women who'd half undressed him. “You think I'm pretty?”

“You said yourself that I don't have to have wanted you from the first moment for my eyes to work properly.”

Cassana smiled, giddy and anxious, before standing up and fully loosing her sleeves and pulling them down to drop onto the floor with Ser Yarwyck’s tunic and boots. She stiffened when she felt his fingers on her upper back, arching away from him as a tickle ran down her spine. She glanced over her shoulder to see him up on his knees on the bed, tugging the final laces of her gown undone before sliding it off her shoulders to pool around her feet. Cassana stepped out of the dress, and shot him another nervous, excited glance before she unpinned the brooch from her under dress and placed it on a table near the bed. She shed her final layers, and her heart hammered in her chest now that all of her pale, ample flesh was bared.

“Come here,” Yarwyck’s voice was low as he took her soft waist in his hands and pulled her back onto the bed. She squeaked as she was brought flush against his chest, and his laugh filled her ears as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Do not laugh at me!”

“Don't squeak, then.” He teased, wrapping an arm around her as he did.

“I will not squeak if you kiss me.”

He brushed his lips against hers, teasingly light until, giggling, Cassana tangled her fingers in the curls at the back of his head and pressed her own mouth more firmly against his. Her lips moved easily against Yarwyck’s, and she hummed into his mouth as his free hand came to one of her breasts, his calloused fingers toying with the nipple. Cassana shifted against him as heat pooled in her belly, and he groaned when her backside brushed against his cock.

“Hold still,” Yarwyck grumbled as he adjusted how he sat, “this isn't about me yet.” She looked at him, confused and flushed. When she did not say anything, he continued.

“If I cannot fight whoever made my friend view herself so badly, then I will have to make her feel better about herself by taking care of her how she truly deserves.” His fingers trailed down from her breast and across her soft stomach, making Cassana giggle as gooseflesh rose on her arms. As his fingers dipped below her navel, she parted her legs, and his hand came to her thigh.

“A little more, Cassana.” He gently moved her leg further, hooking it over his. She swallowed and adjusted a bit to get her other leg over his. With her now fully exposed to the dimly lit, empty room, Yarwyck’s hand went between her thighs, and she gasped when his fingers swiped through her folds. His movements were slow and deliberate, and he pressed a kiss to her freckled cheek as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

Cassana whimpered as his fingers circled the sensitive bud at the apex of her thighs, her hips bucking up in search of more. Yarwyck kissed her shoulder, and everything was soft and wonderful and much more fun than the first time had been. Her hand flew to her mouth when he pressed one of his thick fingers fully into her, and she moaned into her palm.

His arm came from around her middle and he gently took her wrist, pulling her hand away from her mouth. “Don't do that.” 

“What-what if someone hears?”

“Why should it matter? We are married.”

That was right. Nothing needed to be kept from her parents or her brothers; this was his bed and his home and Cassana shared them now. There was nothing wicked about what they were doing and no one would get in trouble for anything.

She let herself moan and whimper as the need came, unmuffled by her hands and unexpectedly loud when Yarwyck slipped a second finger inside her. The tension coming up from the heat in her belly grew, a rope being cut that was barely hanging on by its final few fibers. Cassana’s breathing was erratic, and her hips moved in time with his fingers inside of her until the tension finally snapped. She arched away from him as her toes curled and she cried out in wordless ecstasy. Slowly, Ser Yarwyck withdrew his fingers from her cunt, and she leaned her head back on his shoulder as she panted.

“Feeling better?”

She nodded, and closed her eyes when he gently brushed his lips against hers again.

“You can keep going if you want to.” Cassana’s voice was breathy.

“Do you?”

“I think it'd be fun.” She trusted him much more than Ser Androw. Yarwyck had actually cared for her, and had only said nice things.

“Alright, let me get up then.”

Cassana moved from her spot between his legs and laid down on the bed. She rubbed the backs of her fingers over the pillow as he stood back up. Was this the side he slept on? Would she have to move later?

When Ser Yarwyck’s trousers hit the floor, she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him turn back around towards her. He was thicker than Ser Androw had been, and curved. Cassana's dark eyes were wide and her lips were parted slightly as she regarded him, she had assumed all cocks were going to be more similar than they apparently were.

“You ready?”

Her gaze darted back up to his face, and she brought her lips together again. Cassana smiled up at him as she nodded. A mischievous grin spread across Yarwyck’s face, and he dragged her closer by her ankles. She shrieked, before descending into a fit of giggles as he crawled on top of her, laughing himself before quickly kissing her scrunched nose.

[beevean]

Idea: What if Hector at first enjoyed creating Innocent Devils because they loved him unconditionally, but came to realise how hollow and empty it was to only be loved by creatures that he specifically created to love him. And what he really wanted was someone to love him for who he was (even if he had to change to earn that love) rather than something that loved him because it was made to.

See, this was my first thought, that little Hector would simply be happy to be surrounded by creatures who love him unconditionally after a lifetime of being hated. But I just can't make it fit with what we know of Hector.

Another big difference between the two Hectors is that, if you pay attention, N!Hector's pets are only dead animals:

And this is very interesting. For how much N!Hector is associated with pure, simple love for animals, he doesn't seem to be interested in real, living pets. Only undead creatures that he brought back to life. The more you think about it, the creepier it is, and the more unsavory implications it brings.

I could also talk about N!Hector's morbid fascination with death, how he surrounds himself with death and how he learned to defy it since he was a child and didn't even understand what he was doing, just the childish desire of "no, poor doggo, I can help!"... but eh, can't be bothered to put more work in than the writer did 🙃

Hector, on the other hand, seems to attract normal animals.

Of course, they came to him because he was "cursed", so it wasn't unconditional love either, but it's definitely more balanced. Hector didn't do anything to force them to him, they're still living, conscious beings (until the demons speak through them lmao), and it's implied that he sees himself in them, as all these animals are considered bad omens or simply disgusting.

So no, Hector just doesn't have N!Hector's tendency to force his will on other creatures. As I pointed out, he displays more signs of being love starved and willing to devote himself to anyone than the infamously gullible N!Hector. Everything about him implies that he believes that he has to earn the right to live and be loved, by serving Dracula, by repaying Rosaly in chores or with his own possessions - the complete opposite of creating creatures that will easily, mindlessly love him.

It is possible, of course, that little Hector simply didn't understand the implications of what he was doing. He was just like "yay i can create fairies with my own hands :D new friends!", and that was that, not that deep. The "unconditional" part would not register to him: he's more than happy with conditional love, oh hi drac 🙂

We do know that later on, in PtR, he muses more about the nature of IDs, but it comes from a place of concern for them, and his problem was in how he was forced to use them:

Is there an innate “sin”? Nevertheless, we are born… Why? Don’t go, Hector…

[Forgive me...] It's not your fault... For something like this...?

("fault" could also be "sin")

So I think that yes, while he still saw them as his friends (as per the last cutscene of CoD), eventually Hector grew horrified at the idea of using innocent creatures who only understand their devotion to their creator to kill equally innocent humans. As if he was taking advantage of them, you know?

Oh hey. A "child" created through magic who is intensely devoted to his master and made to commit atrocities because his master is a bastard who took advantage of the pure love of said child? Reminds me of someone else 🙂 <- i am normal about this parallel

I went on a tangent. I suppose that yes, in part, I could include the detail "Hector at first is simply happy with his new powers before he grows up and understands how truly cursed they are, and not just because they go against God", but I simply can't shoehorn N!Hector's very specific warped view of love and attachment, because it's the opposite of what we're shown in canon. And it's frustrating, because you could really eviscerate it to bring to the light a creepy, yet sympathetic character.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

APPLE x Park Jimin

[Vampire AU]

INTRO

Side Characters: ot7

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, death, drinking blood, torturing, sex, porn, smut, killing, sharp objects.

....

20 years old.

I should be married already, but my father always supported me. He didn't wanted me to be unhappy and instead, he told me i should live a long life and try as many things I can before marriage, so i know what kind of man i want to belong with.

My mother was the opposite. I saw them fighting many times because of this matter. But now everything has changed.

My father died of cancer five months ago. My mother soon became indebted. All the money we had was used to help my father recover but, he died and now we don't have much left.

For that when mother said i should get married, i had no other choice. I couldn't do anything about it and i had to help her too. She was all I have now.

That's why I'm here now.

It was a long way from our house to the Salvatores mansion, i was quiet most of the time only talking when my mother reminded me of some etiquette and formalities i must follow when we get there.

Never once i looked at her in the eyes, i hated everything about this situation and sometimes I'd curse my father for leaving us, then I'd feel bad and cry again.

Instead of cursing my dads death, i chose to look at the window of the carriage. I used to love nature and being surrounded by it, how the trees looked so green and big, the flowers so colorful and beautiful. Now everything seems so blue and grey. Cold. Like death.

The trees are big but sad, the flowers are beautiful but I hate their smell and every time I look at the sky, it seems like a storm is about to fall.

- why are you wearing this dress? - my mother asked - I told you to wear the blue one, you'll look more pure and beautiful in it.

Pure.

- i don't like colors - I simply said. My eyes still not leaving the sad trees and gray clouds.

- you couldn't wear something normal at least today?

- what is wrong with the way i dress?

- you're always dressed like you're going to a funeral! - she suddenly exclaimed - it's months already, you should get over it.

- well maybe I just like the color, mother.

This time I look at her eyes, she avoids it. But I keep my eyes glued to her face. I notice how she trembled. The memory of fathers death still as clear as water.

Before I could say anything about it, the carriage stops.

The mansion is bigger than I thought, and i am supposed to live in here later? I'll lose weight just by walking from my room to the dining room.

A man soon approaches us, he's old and wear a typical worker uniform. Simple and neat. He escorted me and mother to the mansion, the walk from the gates to the door there's a fountain right in the middle of the path to the mansion. It's big enough fit at least ten people in it maybe more, there's flowers everywhere and I see some apple trees a bit further away from left.

As we enter the mansion a wooden smell fills my lounges, the house smell like men.

Disgusting.

Mother looks at me with disapproving eyes and scolds me, did I say that at loud? My bad.

The entrance is a big room with too big stairs one on each side of the mansion, in the middle there's a small stable with red roses on top of it. Further behind it is we're we follow, we turn right and the men announce our arrival before opening the door.

...

We've been sitting here in this room for hours, mother and mister Salvatore - my soon to be husband - are the ones doing the most talking. After all, she's the one who arranged everything.

There's nothing especial about him, he's much older then me, like a father. That thought makes my stomach do flips, but I try remain calm. Even if I wanted to, I could not express any other facial expression then my usual dead face.

- you two will live here in three days, correct? - mister Salvatore asked.

- yes, will get everything ready and in three days it should be done just fine - mother answered.

In three days me and mother will change our homes and start to live here, than in two months the official marriage will happen. Till then the preparations for the marriage will be happening, mister Salvatore wants a big ceremony and mother loves it, she gets all excited while I feel a crack inside my heart instead.

Little by little I feel a bit more dead.

Through the big windows I saw a storm did in fact start, it wasn't just a small storm it was a thunderstorm, and mister Salvatore notice it too.

- oh my, how unexpected - he said - did you too came in a carriage?

- oh, yes we did - mother said - we are gonna have to wait until it goes down a little before going home.

- do not worry lady ... - he said getting up from his seat in front of us - it could be dangerous for the two ladies, you can spend the night and go in the morning.

- if it does not bother you mister Salvatore - mother says fallowing his movements.

- it doesn't - he says - besides we will soon be a family.

- oh yes, mister Salvatore - mother said and thanked him.

The same man who escorted us here, waits for us at the door to show us our rooms for the night. No one says a thing while we walk in a long corridor, first stoping at the room for my mother.

She tells me a simple good night and reminder to not put my nose we're I'm not supposed to and to stay in my room. Then the man escort me to my room, while we walk through the corridor we pass an empty room with a big mirror wall and only a piano in the middle.

I look at it for some time, remembering how dad used to teach me how to play it until I eventually get better then him and end up teaching him instead. The memory makes me nostalgic, i bearly notice the man standing besid me.

- it used to be masters ex-wife piano - he said. - she used to play it everyday before she died, master couldn't get rid of it so he just left it there.

- I see.

- Let's go my lady. This will be your room.

He opened a door at the right for me. I thanked him and closed the door.

Once in my room I lay down in bed. Contemplating my wonderful life. My soon to be husband was once married, I knew that, mother made sure to tell me everything about it.

The only thing he wants from this marriage in exchange of all the fortune and anything I could wish for, he wanted a child. Since his ex-wife died before they could have a heir.

I could not wished more for death to take me.

With that thought I fell asleep. I dreamed of the piano, there's was a man playing. It wasn't just any men, his white silver hair shined even more with moonlight the came through the big windows, the strong wind making the curtains fly almost looking as if it was a dance.

He played beautifully until he stoped. His head slowly turning as he noticed my presence. I couldn't make up his face except for his eyes... red like rubies.

A nock on the door woke me up and I cursed who ever decided to interrupt my sleep so much, it was enough to write a book about it. Why is it they always do this at the most important parts of dreams?

- lady your dinner is here - a female voice said behind the door.

- come in.

The small girl holding a silver tray enter, she quickly puts the tray on the table in front the bed, there was two sofas and the table in the middle of them.

The room was so big it almost looked like a house it self.

She asked if I needed anything else but I quickly denied, wanting to be alone as soon as possible.

What kind of dream was that?

Doesn't matter, it was only a dream anyway.

...

3 days...

And i already want to kill myself.

Here I thought that once our debt was paid, mother would let me live my life. But, no. 3 days living in this mansion and she already bombarded me with marriage etiquette, what to eat and not eat. What to eat for better making baby.

I had to steal alcohol late a night so she wouldn't throw a tantrum because of me drinking one cup of wine.

How am i supposed to deal with this sober?

Later i found out that the piano room has been locked, every since i played the first time. When we moved Here 3 days ago, i just had that same dream again and couldn't go back to sleep. So I decided to play the piano. It helped me but the day after that the room was locked.

No one told me anything. I was left in the shadows again.

Now here I'm. Sneaking my way out of the room late at night, making sure I'm as quiet as possible as i walk down the corridor. My dear husband has a small room that is not used for anything, it looks like a meeting room. There a some bottles of wine and whisky there. And is the closest to my room.

I hear steps coming closer to my direction and make sure to hide behind another corridor at my right. An older staff is walks by and turns left.

Almost.

Once inside the meeting room i quickly make my way to the small table with alcohol on display, grabbing a bottle of wine just as quickly as i made myself in i leave. Walking faster this time as i hear voices close by.

Usually is quiet, why are so many staff ladies walking around this late?

My curiosity gets the best of me when I see one of them crying and another holding her, i make sure to hide as behind de wall as i try to hear what they are whispering.

- it... It tried to kill-kill me... - she was crying and shaking desperately.

- i told not to go there! Didn't master said too?! - the other scolded her.

Go where? Master... mister Salvatore?

- at least your not badly hurt - the other said - it would've killed you!

- let's just make sure that door stays locked and tell master tomorrow.

One of them parted ways while the other two stayed. I guess she is going to the door.

I did not have to think twice about it as i quietly followed her. The other option is to drink alone and depressed in my room. I'm craving a bit of drama.

It was hard to fallow her as i was trying not to get caught But, i manage to find what door she was talking about. Surprisingly it was close to my room. Hidden in the middle of a corridor, it looked like a room for a dispenser of materials or a basement.

I saw her closing the door with trembling hands. Then takes the key and put inside her pocket. I'll need that key if i want to open the door. But how do i get It?

She starts walking again and i fallow her.

She stops at the kitchen were she takes of her apron and put the keys down on the table, making her way to the stove to boil some tea.

Easy.

While she is distracted i walk on fours towards the table, slowly grabbing the keys from it. Once they are in my hands I walk back and run from there.

I feel so more alive now.

What is it behind that door? An animal maybe?

The fact that it was close to my room was even better, that way if they found me i could just lie and say i was taking a little walk since I couldn't sleep.

But no one found me.

And once I stood in front of the door i put my hands above it and my ear to try and hear anything from It, but nothing no sound. Quietly I opened with the key, it was dark so i had to grab one of the candles that was in one of the small tables on the side of the corridor. Then i made my way in and closed the door.

A chill went up my night gown, it was cold in here. Walking a little there was a stair to go down and so I went. The candle in my hand bearly doing anything to illuminate, i held on my dress trying not to fall. Once I was there i saw nothing.

There was nothing.

But a cell.

And a small boy inside of it.

He wore white, his clothes were big on him and looked dirty. What is this?

Slowly I approached him using the candle to see him better, he didn't move at all. Was he...

- hey... little boy... - i tried to call him softly but he still didn't move.

I had to do something. Putting the candle down on the floor I tried to opened the cell, it was so old the once i forced enough it opened. Quickly I made my way inside to check on the boy but, the closer i got he didn't seem so small anymore. He looked more like a man now. Was it because of the light?

Regardless of it i made my way to him, once my hand touched his check i immediately felt it. Cold.

- he is...

What in the world is happening Now?!

- humm...

- what?

He made a sound? It was so quiet i almost didn't hear it.

- are you okay? - i held his face with both hands, he was breathing.

- humm...

He looked like he was in pain, and his skin was so cold. I quickly took off my sleep cover gown, it was thin but i just acted instantly covering him with it.

Slowly he stared to open his eyes.

- don't worry little boy I'll help you - i said, still holding him.

- help... me? - he said, his voice was low and dry. - cold... so cold...

He cried falling back, i held him so he wouldn't hit his head wich end up with his face deep in my neck.

- don't worry... I'll get out so you can get warm...

- ha ha .. ha

He started to laugh.

- I'm so hungry...

His arms closed around my waist holding me tight. It took me a while to realise what was going on, he was so strong I could bearly move an inch. With one hand he kept me in front of him and straddle my thighs, holding my face with his other hand he looked at me in the eyes.

- i knew you would come.... - he smiled and then i saw it. Red eyes.

That was the last thing he said before he sank his teeth into my neck. The pain was something out of this world, it just hurts so bad it makes you wanna cry. And I did. Blood and tears were dropping from my skin at the moment, although he no longer held my arms I couldn't do anything to stop him. He was too strong.

I tried. Punched him, scratched him he didn't move. The sound of his groans and low moans every now and then as if this was the best meal he ever had.

My mind was going in circles. I didn't have strength to fight back anymore. So I just lied there helpless.

- sorry darling... i didn't meant to take so much from you. - he said, his red eyes staring into mine - but you just happened to be so delicious.

Next?

Sorry for any grammatical errors hehe 💖😅.

[soleilnmity]

Hello, thank you for sharing these scans! The Nyarlathotep/Tatsuya pairing is pretty rare, I'm curious about what you like about it.

Oh my god anon you don't know what you've just unleashed, I've been waiting to talk about it all my life---I don't know how to start. I'm so delusional but bear with me because I really really love nyarutatsu hold on. Nyarutatsu I can divide it in several concepts that are appealing to me.

>Eternity as a whole (Ouroboros, Samsara) >Another representation of Nyarlathotep (deity) obsessed with a human ala Randolph Carter >The questioning of what makes humans human at all to begin with >The after effects and repercussions of trauma >selfcest (fake) cough The concept of "Eternity" is pretty headcanonized but bear with me.

Something that really struck me while playing EP was the Three Poisons that Nyarlathotep mentions, which fit each of the P2EP party members.

This was actually mistranslated in the english version (and not corrected with the patch, either but translated somewhat correctly in other instances?) the three poisons are "Anger" (Dvesha), "Ignorance"(Moha, but also Delusion) and "Desire" (Raga, which can also be Greed or Lust but most importantly, Attachment). Katsuya is anger (mostly repressed anger, towards his surroundings and circumstances), Baofu is ignorance/delusion (in which moha also can mean "emptiness") and Ulala is desire (*wants* so much, and more than anything attaches herself to the need of being *wanted*) Due to these, humans become trapped in the cyclical eternity of Samsara. While these 3 primarily match the EP cast, there's somebody we're forgetting right? I feel like these 3 poisons as a whole match Tatsuya as well. A key factor of Moha (ignorance) is attachment, primarily to people. Specially the 'illusion' that is "the world", "Maya". In other words, this is in regards to Tatsuya's attachment to Maya that is both an attachment to the person itself but the illusion that is "Maya" "Maya" as he knows her, doesn't exist anymore. He's attached to the image of her, the illusion of her. This attachment is both of ignorance and also craving, exemplified by "Raga".

While "Moha" is a fundamental ignorance of the self and most predominantly means naivety/stupidity. Foolishness. It's due to ignorance that you crave and desire, desire something that is not even real. This attachment is poison.

"Dvesha" is self explanatory as anger and aversion which can be attributed to placing his anger towards Nyarlathotep but ultimately his anger is not so much towards Nyarlathotep in itself (it still is, don't get me wrong) but towards himself most of all. Because it is he who caused everything by his own attachment and desires, attachment to the earthly world and the people in it.

Symbolically speaking, if not literally, Nyarlathotep taking his form is well enough to signify that Tatsuya, truly, hates himself most of all. That's his weakness.

By fulfilling all 3 characteristics, Tatsuya's stuck in his own Samsara. This is why I, at least as a headcanon of mine, belive that Tatsuya didnt get to return to the Other Side, he's experiencing karmic retribution over and over again.

It could also be that, he's doomed repeat the same events time and time again. Without a chance to change anything, without a chance to escape. Not being aware of being inside the hell of his own making. What makes you believe /this/ is the only world that has been created? There may have been countless worlds created, and those of which he can never return in the flesh. And this cycle of one's perpetual mistakes being represented by a creature that in on itself represents humanity as a whole is so appealing to me because, Tatsuya is truly so human. Being so ignorant, foolish, craving attachment and connections is so disgustingly human. Tatsuya may be stuck with Nyarlathotep for eternity in the Collective unconscious, and it's not like he didn't even agree. Nyarlathotep already marked him, through the brand. Philemon mentions is as a way to showcase what belongs to him, enchanted by the shadows, and Tatsuya is his.

Even Tatsuya says as much in the PSP scenario that "I'm the only one he can do as he pleases with" (what exactly that "he can do as he pleases" entails, who knows! The possibilies!).

Speaking of the scenario, this is where I bring up Ouroboros. Destruction and Creation.... Tatsuya needs Nyarlathotep as much as Nyarlathotep needs him. His main driving force in EP is both keeping everyone's safety as well as hoping to destroy Nyarlathotep, driven by his anger towards him (this 'anger' which Nyarlathotep enhances as a whole).

And as mentioned earlier with the Three Poisons, Nyarlathotep mentions that these are "his primary source of power". If a mere human alone is so rotten in poison, that makes him the perfect thing to own. They both feed each other pretty much. Tatsuya funnels his eternal rage driven sorrow into Nyarlathotep and he absorbs it and to him that's sustenance to his being plus ""love"". They hate each other in an all-consuming ouroboros, where neither of them will ever get out, trapped in their own cyclical eternity. Nyarlathotep doesn't need tatsuya to love him he just needs tatsuya to need him as much as he needs Tatsuya. Repetition!

And yes, I mention "love". Nyarlathotep "loves" Tatsuya, but in a way that is not the way you could exactly think of traditional "love". what is love No seriously, in the way we understand it, what encompasses love? Compassion, affection, kindness? Love is as much of a positive emotion as it can be a negative, contradictory emotion. Love enough to be obsessed, possesive, destructive. Love enough to destroy, to want, to own.

Nyarlathotep mentions that he's grown fond of Tatsuya when you first encounter him (again, mistranslated in english and not corrected in the patch)

(wow they're flirting) The original line is: そう熱くなるなよ。私はお前が気に入ったんだ。どうだ、似合ってるんだろうか？ (Don't get so worked up. I've taken a liking to you. Well, don't you think it suits me?) <- The latter part referring to imitating his appearance, but not the full sentence. As 気に入ったんだ means to grown fond of something, like a "like" but not 好き 'like'. (delusional).

Constantly wanting Tatsuya to submit to him as well.

Sure, you could interpret these as typical villiany talk, but I ship it because I think it's interesting. Another factor to me is that, Nyarlathotep sometimes is less of a "being" and more of a "concept" at times. The brand in Tatsuya's arm left in him by Nyarlathotep is as much of a showcase of ownership as it is a sign to showcase that, everything that had happened, happened. All his pain and suffering, his fears, his anxiety and dread---they're all part of him. He just has to eventually move on.

I really like this line that Tatsuya says in town dialogue. Nyarlathotep is a natural part of humanity, the negative traits found in all humans. Hence why, as long as humanity still lives, he will persist. This is mentioned even in the novel I translated too, that Nyarlathotep was "summoned" by Tatsuya due to the fear in his heart.

Tatsuya is so *human*, with all these fears and desires and wants and struggles. Nyarlathotep, who is drawn to humanity, likes these aspects and wants to exploit them for all he's worth. And of course, I do like that he uses his appearance to show this obsession, yet it's also a form of mockery, as mentioned earlier. Nyarlathotep tries to imitate a human's skin, but he himself is not so human. Or is he? He may be more human than what we believe.

And I like to 'humanize' him. Because Nyarlathotep is /human/ in a sense, negative traits found in humanity makes us as human as positive traits do.

I probably have a loooooot more than what I'm allowed to say I didn't even mention how Katsuya factors into Tatsuya's life and Nyarlathotep's control of him because it's also important but in essence, this is what draws me to them. Also, it's pretty much the most popular ship in jp spaces as of late, so there's that!

I guess in a sense, it's not "ship" in the way people normally would think of. Oh they go on dates, they're adorable, they're cute! kiss kiss love love! No, it's suffering on Tatsuya's side. Living with horror, loved by something beyond his comprehension. Something happened to him that he didn't ask for, he didn't want. And it has stained him. And he's there, always been there. Maybe before he was even remotely born (this is also another line Tatsuya has).

It's terrifying, bizzarre, dreadful and simultaneously so beautiful. There is an appeal in Tatsuya's suffering----and I like that.

Also this fucking line. This fucking line. Did they really expect me to go through the game and be normal about it. Why would he say this. What. I mean, do you get it? It's so petty. It's probably the most petty thing to do. He's aware of Tatsuya's attachment to Maya and went as far as even create an in-universe fanfiction in which they don't end up together (Tatsunoshin and Maihime). He has to tell Maya "well you may like him but he belongs to me, so" IT'S JUST SO. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM.

tldr; It's also this, basically.