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emiko-matsui · 1 month

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Okay, I just need to get something out of the way when it comes to the Kipperlilly conversation nobody's brought up yet, which I think is insane. Almost all of The Bad Kids would be more powerful if they didn't have their tragedy porn tragic backstories.

First of all, this doesn't apply to Fig and Gorgug because if Fig wasn't Gorthalax's child she would be a lot like Kipperlilly and not the ruler of hell. I wouldn't say Gorgug has a tragic backstory, he's got a pretty normal growing up experience with ups and downs.

Let's start with her #1 nemesis, Riz Gukgak. She's so jealous that his dad was murdered and that gives him an advantage in the adventuring life. To be crude, no, it doesn't. What would give Riz an advantage in the adventuring life would be living with someone who has a direct contact to all the government's inner workings and conspiracies. Now that would be an advantage. That gives you connections and clues that no one else can get. This is not what happened. What happened was eating cereal with water for breakfast, what happened was not getting an opportunity at college, what happened was a 9 year old who stopped sleeping, what happened was not your secret agent dad giving you an advantage in the school conspiracy because he's dead. Otherwise he fucking would've.

And now Kipperlilly's new #1 nemesis, Kristen Applebees. She was ostracised from her religion for her sexuality, she achieved sainthood, and raised a dead god back to life. None of this would've happened if she hadn't been raised in The Harvestmen. No, it wouldn't, but what would have happened if Kristen had been straight? Disgusting thought, yes, I know, but let's talk about it. A Kristen who never left Helio behind would have so many more fucking advantages than the one with Cassandra has. If she had followed her birthright she would be the only chosen one of one of the world's most powerful gods. Sol is the biggest god in Spyre and Helio is his son. Helio does not have a chosen one anymore because Kristen left. It's not a title that's just given out, it could only have been Kristen. You know what's an advantage? Being the chosen one of one of the world's most powerful gods, being a god's spoken favourite, and deified by all of that god's followers. Now that would be an unfair advantage. You know what's not an advantage? Being homeless at 14 and being at the mercy of your ex-girlfriend's uncle for housing, dying and having absolutely no one there for you so you're only option to survive is to trust your own abilities enough to raise yourself from the dead, and failing school because of biased teachers.

And what of Adaine Abernant? The Elven Oracle? Her tragedy porn tragic backstory is surviving an abusive home. Now I just have to imagine that Adaine would have it a lot easier than most students, an incredible amount of unfair advantages, if her old money parents paid for every wizard whim she wanted, kept her diplomatic immunity so she could do literally anything she wanted without consequences, and gave her a direct contact into the heart of the Fallinell government. Now that is what I would call an insane amount of unfair advantage. I would be furious at this rich kid who's never had to work for anything myself. This is not even close to the case. She's barely passing classes because she can't afford the material you're required, she goes to the guidance counsellor for panic attacks, and she's being hunted by her home government. I'd say that's about every single thing in her life working against her having it easy.

Fabian Aramais Seacaster. He's complicated since he is very privileged already. He gets 5000 gold a month just for existing. He's the captain of the Owlbears because he killed the previous one. He lives alone in a mansion. Yeah, that's pretty privileged. His parents are also so severely fucked up that if they hadn't been filthy rich they would've been absolutely horrible for him. If he had parents who unconditionally supported him and stayed with him through everything, then we could talk about perhaps the most powerful person in Elmville. In Solace possibly. The most feared pirate in history who single-handedly dismantled a monarchy and fights against armies on his own is at your beck and call, does whatever you ask him to, and loves you more than anything. The greatest swordswoman in the world, that bested the most feared pirate in the world, the daughter of one of the most influential elven families and immortal will do anything you ask her, loves you to bits, and would cheat any rules for you. To have that would just be insane. You can argue that Fabian already has unfair advantages because of his social status and inheritance. This is true, but this is also true within his own adventuring party. Now his parents aren't helping him with anything and are determined that he reach his legendary status on his own. Otherwise talk about a fucking advantage.

All this to say is that if Kipperlilly got all of The Bad Kids tragedy porn like she wanted she wouldn't have been better, but she would've made them better. There is an adventuring party out there in the multiverse that has a secret agent at their disposal, the only chosen one of a Sol religion, Bill Seacaster and Hallariel Lomenelda unprompted in their corner, and a seer with unending resources and diplomatic immunity. These would've been people you start a platform about adventuring not being fair for everyone because of. The people you went against was a homeless kid, a kid with an anxiety disorder, a trust fund kid, and someone with PTSD.

I've seen your posts about Kipperlilly being wrong for her validation, but right in the fact that The Bad Kids have been given larger plots and mysteries because of their families and circumstances and I don’t want to fucking see another one. When you make that I want you to think about the adventuring party they would've been without their backstories. The insanely powerful and privileged adventuring party that almost happened. Their life got made worse, not easier because their life could have been so fucking easy. Kipperlilly can take all the tragedy porn she wants and then maybe realise that that's not what makes the adventurer. That the reason she's mad at The Bad Kids is the only reason she can even tangentially compete with them.

#dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #kipperlilly copperkettle #the bad kids #fhjy #riz gukgak #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #fabian seacaster #d20 fh #the rat grinders

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honkaimethrail · 22 days

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Aventurine dating headcanons (part 1)

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Contrary to what a lot of fans believe, I don't believe Aventurine would spend a lot of money frivolously on the person he loves

Forming connections with people, letting them use him as much as he benefits from them, is a talent Aventurine honed and polished as years grew by, letting it come naturally to him. If you were just normal friends, he would willingly hand out thousands of credits to you, simply replying to your surprised expression with a chuckle.

He is well-aware of his power and status as one of the 10 Stonehearts of the IPC, but Aventurine's actual self-worth is in shambles. The first time, you actually do something nice for him out of pure goodwill, you'll immediately recieve a few thousand credits as a "meagre" thanks. He's seen these genuine gestures in movies, but Aventurine cannot bring himself to believe someone would do it for him.

Anywayss, on to the dating part! I hope you're patient because it would take a LOT of time before you're actually close. You will learn about him, gradually, but it will be slow.

Which is why there won't be a difference when you first start dating him, with the exception of your relationship being strictly hidden, Aventurine is a private man after all, and he was already taking a big gamble as it is by dating the person who has his heart.

I personally hc him as someone who's attracted to a person who has the freedom to make their own choices, more of an explorer. Which is why he's more likely to fall for a Nameless! Reader than one of the IPC workers.

One of the easiest ways to get close to him is by texts and calls. The amount of texts you'll recieve will increase two-fold, with your conversations ranging from your work, friends to miniscule details, your habits, his habits, multiple promises on your side to visit different views with him by your side, and silences on his end, before changing the topic. In Aventurine's defense, he gets sentimental at night, you only laugh in return and immediately, Aventurine feels his heart leap in his chest.

Physical affection is alien to him. Aventurine has had experience, no doubt, but none of them felt as real as with you. He's lowkey scared of the person he will become if he comes to reciprocate your touches, or even encourage them,so you'll have to be patient, he's trying his best to accomodate you in his world.

It will take a long time for Aventurine to kiss you but that's fine, because he secretly feels himself bursting with adoration when you intertwine your fingers with his, brush his hair, or trace along the length of his nose with your index finger. He's a goner, he's much more in love than he believed and Aventurine unfortunately knows that.

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It's not that Aventurine would say NO to you if you imply to do anything sexual, he's had experience of course, but he would blank out during the experience. It would make hin feel even more shitty because he's doing it with you. Memories of his past experiences would swirl in his head and he would become instantly naseous seeing you beneath him. Needless to say, you learned sexual intimacy is something that will take time do it again.

Aventurine views sex as a tool, something that either has to be simply released, or used as a chip in his plan. He loves you, loves you a lot, and the idea of sex between lovers, being much more than two bodies would take a while to settle in his head. His mind would keep alternating between his past exploitative partners, to the current you, feeling all the more disgusted with comparing you to them.

So you both take your time. Make out with each, kiss his face, hands, and reverently tell him things that you would do to him once you have the chance to properly make love again. It will melt Aventurine to bits, but he's also assured that doing it with you will be different.

"It will be amazing. To feel a part of you connected with me, I want to see you make the most wonderful expressions, Kakavasha. I want to see your face when you c-

"I-I get it! You're enjoying this, aren't you? "

When it finally happens, Aventurine is absolutely moved. Sex finally became something that felt comforting and good to him, and he makes sure you know that with how vocal he is (someone posted aventurine moaning on yt and it's... without context it's... Open to misinterpretation.)

I don't headcanon him as having a high sex drive, it's fairly moderate, or maybe higher than average when he's around you but that's about it.

Sexting happens more often than you think. A lot of times you both are unable to be with each other because of work, which is why it's time for Aventurine to whip out a handy tool called a phone to see your face, and in much more needy times, use your voice to gently coax him to orgasm, which he gladly does too in return.

Imo, he's a switch, but a prefers bottoming. Can easily top too but i dont think he would prefer to be a hard dom. That's just not his thing.

After the first time you had sex, Aventurine was honestly quite surprised. At himself. He becomes much more needy at the prospect of being so close, with you, turning putty into your touch. He's easier to turn-on, and slowly it becomes a challenge at times to see who breaks first.

(To be continued because this was accidentally posted lmao)

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doitforbangchan · 5 months

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All Bark and No Bite

Chapter 1

It's here! This is the first chapter of my first real fic here on tumblr! I am not the best writer so please be kind :')

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Alternate Universe SKZ!

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

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Summary: There's no turning back now, not when you know what you left behind. A dangerous situation now replaced with another. After the omegas disappeared you have to extra careful, especially now that you have left your pack and family. What happens when your car breaks down on another pack's land?

Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!)

Chapter warnings: Angst, anxiety, reader is VERY sad, minor violence, cursing, A/B/O (pls let me know if I missed any!)

MDNI 18+

Wc: 2400 ish

Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please.

You should have known better. All those hushed conversations your parents have been having, all the phone calls your father excused himself to take, even the trip to your packs doctor for a very extensive physical. None of it set off your mental alarm bells and that made you feel so stupid. But how could you have known that your own parents, the people who raised you and were supposed to have your best interest at heart, were planning on selling you off to the highest bidder once you became mature enough.

That's life for omegas these days, though. After a worldwide virus a few decades ago, omegas just stopped being born. The virus wiped the gene out almost completely, leaving a very small percentage of omegas left. Unluckily for you, you happened to be the only omega born in your area in the last 40 years. That made you highly sought after by alphas, especially dangerous ones.

Your hands were still shaking. It had been hours since you escaped your parents house in your car, yet you couldn't get your hands to stop shaking with the immense adrenaline you’re feeling. You had no plan, no money, nowhere to go and no one to help you. Your only friend, Ash, was a beta girl in your pack and as much as you liked her you knew she could do nothing to save you now. At least your car had a full tank of gas, the only good thing your father had done for you was allow you to drive to Ash's house on occasion.

All the adrenaline was starting to wear off as you drove, the realization of what this would mean for you and your life now starting to sink in. The constant looking over your shoulder, the uneasiness you will always feel, it was almost too much to handle. No. What would have been too much to handle is letting that filthy man get his hands on you. Kim Hongjoong.You had heard about the things that alpha had done to claim power over his pack. From sabotage to murder, none of it was good. From what you could gather he was on the search for an omega to complete his pack and somehow had heard whispers about you. The only known omega within a few hundred miles. He wanted an omega to raise his children and help him lead his pack and would do anything to get his hands on one; whatever necessary.

You imagine the sum of money he offered your parents was just too good for them to pass up on. Your alpha father was too proud to accept anything less than a hefty amount. Your mother was an omega through and through. Obedient and submissive to her alpha. Just as she raised you to be. She herself was a rare omega. Though back in her day the omega population wasn't as low as it is now. Now the numbers have fallen to less than 0.2%. Your mother molded you into the perfect little doll. Almost. Never in your wildest dreams did she or your father imagine you, their doll, would be disobeying and running from all you had ever known, yet here you are. That's what real fear does to a person. Fight or flight. All your life you had been all bark and no bite. Now this is your way of biting back.

All you had to your name was this old car (technically your fathers), an old backpack with a few changes of clothes, and couple cans of spaghetti o’s. Luckily this car had an old map in the glovebox. Better than nothing especially since you had no gps and no phone. You knew better than to take the main roads. Your pack would undoubtedly be looking for you and the car. Back roads it was then.

You couldn't tell exactly how many hours you had been driving at this point, too caught up in your mind to really pay attention to the time but by now it had gotten very dark and you found yourself on this old road going through a small town in the woods. You vaguely remember passing through the small community about half an hour ago. Of course you hadn't stopped in the town in fear of being noticed or recognised somehow. But now you’re wishing you had stopped at that little gas station and at least tried to get an ounce of gas with the spare change left in the middle console. The car was officially running out of gas. In the middle of nowhere. Just your luck.

“Are you serious?” You asked no one with tears starting to fill your eyes.

Feeling the difference in the vehicle causes you to pull off to the side of the road with a groan. You know it won't be going any further with the way it just gives up there on the side. Turning off the car and leaning your head against the wheel you let out a light sob. This wasn't the life you had envisioned for yourself. Once upon a time you thought one day you would meet your true mate, a caring alpha who would love you for you and want to make you happy. Seems as though that was just a fairytale after all. Even your parents weren’t true mates. They just settled for each other. You knew you couldn’t let that be you. You wouldn’t settle, especially not for a vile man you didn't love.

It was too late now to leave the car. This is where you will be staying for the night. Good thing it was late spring and not winter or you would freeze out here. Once your tears have slowed and the sobs have ceased you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“You will be ok.” You repeat to yourself a few times. “You will be ok. You will be ok.”

Will you though? It didn't matter. You had to be. With one last sigh you locked the doors and climbed into the backseat of the old car. Its seats were worn and uncomfortable but it somehow felt comforting. It felt like the last remaining bit you had from childhood. When things were simple for you. Were things ever that simple as you remembered it being though? Before presenting as an omega when you were 16 things were definitely simple. You had assumed along with everyone else that you would be a beta and go on to have a normal life. Sure sometimes you were a little agreeable and always had a gentle nature, but you had just thought you took after your mom in that aspect. Little did you know you would take after her in a different way. It wasn’t until you presented that it made sense to the pack why you were that way. It was then that the looks began from other pack members. The way their eyes would linger on you a little too hard. The way their nostrils would flare when you entered a room. It made your skin crawl thinking back.

From that point on there was no more public school for you. You were homeschooled the last few years of high school for your protection. “We're doing this to protect you not punish you, Y/N.” your father had said when he forbade you from going back to school. “You can't trust anyone these days. Not around an omega.” He was right. The thought never crossed your mind that you couldn't even trust your own parents. You wished you had been born a beta like your sister, or even an alpha like your brother. Being the youngest out of three you figured you would be like them.

The worst part was you didn't have the suppressants you had been taking since you were a teen. They were almost impossible to come by normally, but your father had somehow gotten his hands on a steady supply and had been forcing you to take them. Another thing that was for your protection. To keep alphas from detecting you by scent. You hadn't taken any this morning before you left so you imagine your scent was going to start leaking out for any one nearby to smell. Great. Another problem for tomorrow.

Adjusting yourself on the seat to lay down as much as you could, you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing. It wouldn't be long before sleep overcame you. The exhaustion of the whole ordeal catching up with you.

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The sun peaking through the trees awoke you from your surprisingly restful slumber. It seemed to be early morning if the dew on the windows was any indication. Peeking out the window you saw nothing around. Not even any animals. Perfect. You slowly unlocked the door and crept out quietly shutting the door behind you. Taking careful steps a few yards into the thickets ahead of you and relieving yourself helped you feel a little better. You made your way back to the car and took a second to breathe. In and out. In and out. The air was crisp and refreshing and helped you clear your head.

Now feeling a little better you noticed how bad your stomach was growling at you. Reaching into the trunk of the car you pulled out a small can of spaghetti o’s. Not your first choice of a meal but when you panic you grab what you figure will be easiest to take with you. Plus you could use a can as a weapon if needed!

Eating was the last thing on your mind yesterday, but now you knew you could no longer put it off. Popping a can open and taking a seat on the hood of the car with a spoon you dug into the food. It was….. food . Cold and disappointing but at the same time satisfying as you had an empty stomach.

There you were, sitting there on the old car contemplating your next move from here with now a half full can of disappointment, when you catch a scent in the air getting stronger with each passing second. It was another person, no it was people. More than one.

Fuck

You have been found. Whether by the packs that were after you or by a stranger it didn’t matter all you felt was terror.

There was no time to flee. Before you could even move from the hood you could feel a pair of eyes on you to the right of you. You twist your head to face the eyes that are peaking out at you from the trees ahead.

The stranger takes a tentative step towards you and comes out from hiding and you immediately go into fight or flight.

With an alarmed shout “NO”, you launched the half full can of spaghetti o’s at the intruder, hitting him square in the chest and sending the cold contents all across his shirt.

“What the fuck?!” the possible assailant yelled.

Spotting another figure approaching the first one you threw yourself back off the hood and onto the ground, then as quickly as possible you yanked the door open to the car and jammed yourself in locking it immediately. You made yourself as small as possible as to not be seen by them but you knew the damage had been done. There was no way out of this. No gas in the tank and even if there was you had no idea where your keys had gone.

You could hear them talking but you were too frightened to pick up any of the words except girl, mess and Alpha. Now you really felt terror. Without realizing how close they had been to you, you let out a shriek when there was a sudden knock on the window next to you.

Not daring to look at them for even a second you yelled through the glass “Please go away! Please please I don’t deserve this!” tears filled your eyes.

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The smell of your distress was making Seungmins and Jeongins eyes water. They had never experienced such a powerful scent before. Not even the odor from the Spaghetti Os covering Seungmins shirt would distract from the one coming from within the vehicle. The beta wanted to be mad that she had pretty much assaulted him, but at the same time couldn’t find it within himself to care much given how much pure terror he smelled coming from the young woman. The omega.

The young alpha Jeongin felt similarly now that he had eyes on her he felt this overwhelming urge to protect. He had never encountered one before and honestly thought he never would but now that he was laying eyes on her he felt his alpha side perk up. A part of him never wanted to stop looking at her.

Honestly the boys didn’t know what to expect when they came out here to investigate the scent that had appeared on their land late into the night. They truly didn’t expect the cause to be an omega girl that was holed up on the side of a path.

Seungmin tried knocking again, a little more timid this time so as not to frighten her more. “Excuse me, we could smell your distress. Do you need any help?” He asked slowly.

You spared him one quick glance then shrunk into yourself again. “No thank you, please go!”

He sighed and stepped back a few feet to look at Jeongin in amazement at the situation. Giving him one small nod he said “ We need to call Chan.”

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What felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, passed and you stayed in your same position. The boys had remained there but not so close to the car anymore to which you were thankful. They were quietly mumbling amongst themselves, no doubt about an omega being caught out here alone. Every so often you would move your head just slightly to peer over at them. You hadn’t noticed before in your initial panic but they were pretty cute young men. A beta and an alpha from what you could tell. Even covered in your thrown breakfast (a shame about that really) they still managed to carry themselves proudly. Though your smell is causing their faces to scrunch up, you could tell it was taking it's toll on them.

Not even a moment later after taking another look at them you could feel the change in the air as another pair of people was approaching. Not just anybody was coming this way, it was an Alpha. A very strong one at that. The smell was starting to permeate all of your senses and was quickly becoming intoxicating.

You could sense him before he even appeared. No matter how intrigued you may be though you can’t show weakness.

‘Keep your head down and wait it out’ you kept telling yourself like a mantra.

You knew he was approaching your door. It took everything in you to remain still. Then as if struck by lightning you felt your body alight like it never has before.

“Omega..”

(A/N: Please do not steal my writing and content! Reblogs and comments are encouraged tho 😙once again i would LOVE to hear your thoughts and theories! This has not been beta read all mistakes are my own.)

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bet-on-me-13 · 1 year

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Stranded Danny AU

Danny gets pulled into a faraway Dimension by a Villain one day, just after the events of Phantom Planet. He is barely 15.

He has no way to get back, but he does manage to unlock the power to make Portals. Unfortunately, none of the dimensions he ends up in are his own, and none have enough Ectoplasm to open portals for very long. It takes up to a week to scrounge up enough Ecto to open a single Portal into the next dimension over.

And none of these worlds have Technology strong enough to take him home either. The few times he did find some tech that could potentially get him home, it never worked or it was destroyed before he could finish it.

He spends well over 30 years of his own Personal Timeline trying to get back to his home dimension, constantly gathering scraps of Ectoplasm and Tech until the day he eventually collected enough to build a safe way home.

But time does not pass the same across dimensions.

What to him was a 30 year long Journey, was actually just 10 for his home Dimension.

And they had to move on without him.

Sam became a Business Woman who used her money to fund Nature Preservation Organizations. She hired Pamela Isley and helped her through her powers when she became Poison Ivy (still a Villain, but secretly working for Sam)

Tucker got a high ranking job at Star Labs, and helped Cyborg come to terms with his new life when he became a cyborg. He even helped upgrade his tech a few times.

Jazz became a successful Psychiatrist, and now works under Daina Lance as one of the Justice League's top Therapists, specifically their Child Psychologist for young Heroes

Ellie took his place as a Hero and became the new protector of Amity after he dissappear. After the Justice League was formed, she joined them and became one of their best members, always working and nor really taking many breaks.

They always wondered what happened to Danny, and spent many years trying to figure out what happened to him, but never succeeded. They finally began to assume that he was fully dead after a few years of searching. They had enough time to come to terms with it.

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So one night, while a 22 yr old Ellie is resting on one of her rare days off, she gets called in by the League about a possible Dimensional Breach near her Home Town. JLD was deployed to investigate, and she was asked to tag along since she was the Resident Hero of the area.

But she refuses, thinking it's just some random ghost trying to enter the Living Realm illegally after she began regulating the Portal. JLD would be able to handle it on their own, let her sleep on her day off!

Meanwhile, JLD has located the spot where the Dimensional Breach is about to appear. They surround the Area, and prepare to interrogate whoever is about to appear, or deal with them if need be.

Space begins to tear apart as the fabric of Reality breaks apart at the seams. And from that wound in existence, an Adult Danny steps out. He is 44 years old, and looks like a less buff version of Dan without the mustache (basically imagine Danny as Ford Pines from Gravity Falls)

The JLD can sense that he is strong, but not too much so. It feels like he is powerful, but like that power has been starved for a while.

"Who are you?" Asks Wonderwoman, ready to jump into battle if needed. "What are your intentions in this World?"

Danny ignores them. He is staring into the Night Sky, eyes wide. The Constellations he hadn't seen in 30 years were there. The stars were in the right locations. He takes a deep breath, tasting the amount of Ectoplasm in thr Air. This is it. He's home. He's finally home.

"Finally" He says breathlessly. A slightly manic Grin on his face.

"What the hell does that mean?" Demands Constantine. The grin had unsettled him, and he began preparing a few spells just to be sure.

Danny ignored him again, this time deciding to close his eyes and finally eat his fill of Ectoplasm for the first time in 30 years. He was ravenous, this was the first decent Meal of Ectoplasm he had been able to have in 30 years. He was giddy, he was so happy to finally be home.

However the Heroes didn't know what was happening. All they knew was that some guy had ripped a hole in reality, said "finally" with a crazy grin on his face, and started emitting a dangerous amount of Death Energy for no apparent reason.

Constantine reacts on impulse, trying to cast a Banishing Spell on this guy.

Danny, feeling the spell begin to pull him away from his home after he had just found it again after Thirty. Fucking. Years. Does something that he would consider reasonable.

He quickly dashes over to Constantine and slams him through a tree.

This sparks a fight between Danny and the JLD. And at first he is having some serious trouble, but as he continues to feed on Ectoplasm and recover his strength, he becomes progressively more Powerful. It comes to the point where the JLD can't keep up anymore, and call in Backup.

Ellie was enjoying her night off, but the desperate Call from JLD about a powerful Entity at the edge of Amity finally got her going.

She rushes over and slams into Danny just as he is about to attack Constantine again. Neither of them recognize eachother, since they have changed since they were kids (Danny moreso) and continue to Duke it out.

Ellie is trying to banter with him, but Danny is really angry at this point. So he resorts to his final attack, his Ghostly Wail.

He levels a good chuck of the Forest, and in the end he is standing over Ellie as his anger fades. He says "Sorry" and he starts taking a look around him to see if there is anybody else.

Ellie is on the ground, shaken because she recognized that power.

She gets up, and asks "Danny?"

Danny finally gets a good look at her and says, and says "Ellie?"

Meanwhile JLD still has ringing in their ears and thinks that Ellie just called Danny "Daddy"

(Which makes sense because of the new age difference)

#Dp x dc #Dpxdc #Danny phantom #Dc #Dcu #ellie phantom #Danielle Phantom #Planes walker Danny #Danny is stranded on the other side of the Multiverse #He can't open a Portal to the Infinite Realms #Danny has not had a decent amount of Ectoplasm in 20 years #Aged up Characters #Angst #Justice League Dark #The Justice League #Dimension Travel #Danny traverses the multitude like Ford Pines

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halfway-house-in-hell · 3 months

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alastor redesign

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ramblings under the cut!!

-alastor was a famous radio presenter in the 1930's. he was also a serial killer and a cannibal, who died in 1939.

-he wished to be famous in his life, but he could not safely become a tv show host or a movie star because of the racism of the time, so he chose to hide behind radio instead, never showing his face. he was quite poor in his youth and so became obsessed with eating, which led to him becoming a cannibal. he is always hungry. hungry for fame, hungry for power, hungry for flesh.

-he died of starvation. he was chasing a victim through the woods when his foot got caught in a bear trap. he was stuck there for 3 days before succumbing to his injuries. (thats why hes so alarmingly skinny)

-his reputation as a serial killer preceded him when he arrived in hell. major evils dying is always a big event, and he used this to gain power

-he now sits as a major overlord - but none of his empire is real. he doesn't have any major powers, and has lied his way to the top by implying that he has more power than he is letting on. he doesn't.

-he discovers Charlie's hotel through her tv show last-ditch pitch (same as the pilot, except ive now decided that that interview cost them the last of their hotel money, so the stakes to find an investor were higher). he decides to sponsor Charlie's hotel because he wants POWER, real substantial power to ensure his throne of lies is safe, and he figures manipulating Lucifer's weak daughter is the easiest way to get that power.

-he is immediately overbearingly friendly to her, which valtiel & the other guests find suspicious. he begins bending the hotel to his whims, making it more suited to his tastes.

-he has large amounts of money and a popular radio show, which he uses to fund and advertise the hotel

-he tends to disappear when fights start

-his best friend is nifty. they have a very strong bond. he often communicates her worries for her, and in return she spies on the guests for him. he doesn't even own her soul they're just buddies

-he's still aroace but not bc he only cares about himself. thats stupid

-he is intentionally mysterious and speaks in riddles & lotts of 1930s slang

-he is firmly still in the 1930s, to an unusual extent. he has all the dated ideas and mannerisms of the 30's, refusing to become more modern.

-his room in the hotel is entirely monochrome

-he shares Charlie's love of musicals, and often encourages her to sing. whether his like of them is genuine or an act is unclear

-ok thats it thanks for reading

#halfway house art #halfway house rewrites #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel criticism #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin #alastor redesign #alastor

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bluejay757 · 9 months

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Lets talk about Simon and Betty

spoilers for episode 8

So a lot of people are throwing around some strong accusations about their relationship, some I can see where they're coming from, and a lot are really reaching.

As for the ones that I think are reaching, a lot of people are saying that Simon and Betty were a professor/student dynamic, except they weren't. Simon wasn't teaching a class he was a guest lecturer, and Betty, having read his work was interested. She was excited to meet him because she liked his research. Simon was constantly mocked in his field, if you actually read the newspaper clippings from "I remember you" you'll see that even after he found the enchiridion, he was made fun of. People were literally laughing at him and throwing things at him while he was giving his lecture. Betty likely was mocked too, it makes sense she was so excited to meet him, because this was her chance to meet one of the few people that actually shared her interest. She did not yet have a crush on him at that point in time.

I think after she got to know Simon on a personal level her fascination of him changed, as she no longer viewed him as a "celebrity" (I use that term loosely for a lack of a better word, I can't imagine his books sold that many copies, what with him being a laughing stock and him being genuinely surprised that Betty had read his work), but rather a colleague and equal. She even said that after their trip together she had grown to admire him as a person, so it's not like she had any kind of feelings for him prior to that. Now that's not to say her feelings towards him were completely normal, but there definitely wasn't a power imbalance between them.

A lot of people are saying Simon was selfish for making her stay behind, but he didn't make her. She chose to stay behind. She could have still gone on that trip, and continued to write to him and talk to him on the phone, but she chose to stay with him and go on different adventures. You're forgetting that Simon and Betty went on expeditions together all the time, it's not like she gave up her career for him, that would be a whole different story, but she made the decision to continue working in her field alongside him.

Also Simon couldn't have gone on that trip if he did want to because he wasn't offered to go, who ever it was that gave Betty that opportunity, wasn't anticipating on her bringing a friend, he also didn't have anything with him but like his wallet and keys you can't seriously expect him to go to another country with no luggage, no plane ticket, no money, no nothing. A whole part of Fionna's character arc is realizing that life's not a fairy tale, she was expecting something out of a romance novel and got a story straight from reality. Realistically the two options were for Betty to stay or to leave Simon. And I don't think her giving up her trip to Australia was a sacrifice, because there were other trips and opportunities after that, she traded that one trip for an entire lifetime of them, (or at least it would have been if war didn't break out)

And if you're gonna call Betty impulsive, call her impulsive because she went on a trip around the world with a man she had never met, not because she walked through a creek barefoot lmfao.

I'm not saying that Simon and Betty were perfect but there are other reasons to criticize them.

As for the actual problems with there relationship, none of them are their fault. Betty going literally crazy trying to bring Simon back was because of Magic Man and Patience fucking with her brain, a human being cannot handle the amount of magic she was given and it drove her to insanity. And Simon now, with risking everything to bring her back, she's literally fused with a chaos god and is going to live for eternity in that state, did you ever think maybe he wants to get her out of that for her sake? That maybe he wants closure and to say goodbye? Since he never got that chance. No it's not healthy for Simon to drive himself as far as he did to bring her back, but Jesus fucking Christ can you blame him for not wanting his fiance to suffer for literal eternity? They don't need to break up, they need therapy. I don't think their relationship pre-mushroom war was unhealthy, and I don't think it ever would have been unhealthy without Betty becoming Magic Betty.

Their relationship flaws are more so their own individual flaws that have bled into their relationship as opposed to ones caused by the relationship itself, that's an important distinction you have to see.

#petrigrof #adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #betty grof

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auroraborealyss · 2 years

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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬' 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬.

⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader

⊹ summary: how morpheus, dream of the endless, the king of dreams, or as you know him: your love, expresses his love

⊹ warnings: some explicit language, but mostly none (however my inputs are slightly out of control in this one—case and point: this note)

⊹ word count: 3107

𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 you are talking to the king of dreams. the Endless who's responsible for seeing what people dream about, what they're scared of, and managing it. this is also the same Endless who thought it would be a fun idea to put his power into three of his favourite things. of course gifts is going to be his main love language

as the lord of dreams, of course his first instinct is to give you whatever you want. to create whatever you wan. he genuinely finds pleasure in creating something himself to give to you

(dare i say a kink)

has definitely fashioned a dream after you. whatever impact you have on morpheus (make him warmer, kinder, see the beauty in humans and their short but well-lived lives, etc...), that dream because that for others

no need to buy new clothes when he can just make you whatever you want

you want the top half of that one dress but the bottom half of another? check your closet.

you want the new book from your favorite author but it doesn’t release for another six months? check your mail.

you want that chocolate that was discontinued? check your cabinets?

even if you’re not in the palace of the dreaming at all times, he insists that you live in one in the waking world. so he buys/inspires an architect to make you your dream apartment/house

if its an apartment and you live by yourself? still gets you a three bedroom for no fucking reason other than he wants you to be comfortable. there used to be a hill that blocked your window? your architect was inspired to demolish it. you want it back? your architect is inspired to build one

if it’s a house, insert lazy river (honestly, if i had the money to waste and spend, i’d get one for myself. alas, the only lazy river i get is when my sink overflows) cue to you casually floating on a donut floatie while reading a book, doing laps around your house over and over again

if you do a form of art, you’ll get a room dedicated to it. a library. a painter’s studio. a photography room. sculpting nook. all of it and more.

there is nothing you could want that he could not give you

and never ever bring up money unless you want a mysterious and rude amount of money deposited into your account to wake up to

he'll also go to great lengths if you need a particular item (exhibit a: him going into the lake to get gifts for the fates. he did all that for his items, so imagine what he'd do for you)

but you want to know what the best gift he gives you?

his coc

𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 this man will be begging for you to let him do things for you. in this essay—

(did you see the calliope episode? because that part of episode 1.11 is basically exhibit b for this section)

someone said something mean to you? bam. they will be plagued by nightmares of someone he loves saying those things to him until he dies.

if you’re a better person than him and won’t let him mentally torture people for as long as he likes and thinks they deserve, he’ll omit telling you that he’s torturing people. what you don’t know, won’t hurt, right?

but if you’re flirting with the line that is morally good and you do consent to letting him torture people, he might show you his progress on them and their decaying sanity

“look at what i have done with the love i have for you.”

you still get nightmares when you sleep, not because he wants to hurt you, but because nightmares can actually help you. dreams can inspire us to be better, but so can nightmares. for example, being visited by a nightmare that shows you your fear of failing that test makes you wake up and be motivated to study. what he does do for you is restrain the nightmares? he lets them scare you enough to act as a motivator, but not extremely that you are crippled with fear and anxiety

protective morpheus (currently sobbing)

when you wake and leave the Dreaming, he’s gone but there’s always a cup of coffee with you

acts of service also include making others do acts. rather than get a phone, forces matthew to carry messages between you and him instead.

if you're studying and need information on something, he'll have lucienne prepare a stack of books, and maybe even notes, for you to see to when you return to him in the Dreaming

but the biggest act of service he can do for you is meet your friends

lets you drag him to parties and dinner and brunches

might not socialize (probably will not), and you might find him standing in the corner becoming a shadow, but he won't bother you to leave until you want to

he'll watch you the whole time

takes care of your drinks (and everyone else's)

or, he might follow you around like a shadow. no matter who you talk to, he'll be standing beside you, an arm around your waist

if you're a social butterfly, he admires that about you

if you're more socially introverted, he'll hang out with you in the shadows and leave when you want to, even if you've only been there for five minutes

basically he's a simp—and he might actually proudly admit to being one because who's the one who's dating you in the end?

𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 before his confinement, he wasn’t the most physical person. he wouldn’t pull away, but he didn’t reach for you either, though he always secretly liked it. after his imprisonment, he begins to reach for you. not just that, but he begins to crave your touch. touch is how he reminds himself that he is with you, you are with him, and that he is free

in public, it’s limited but clear that you’re together

the last thing he needs is hearing matthews’ teasing squawks in his ear about morpheus being the endless version of a cat

when lucienne catches pda, she’ll at least be respectful and dignified and not comment, though she will be grinning like a cheshire cat and her eyes will keep looking

your arm around his when walking around

his hand on your back

then your lower back

brushing your hair out of your face

sitting close enough for shoulder and legs to touch

standing close

(once again, I bring up the calliope episode—someone stop me from rewatching that over and over again)

did you see how close they were standing? then, when you thought they were close enough, he takes an even closer step? that. THAT.

whatever concept you have of personal space, a personal bubble, this man is inside it. yes, your arms might be linked while walking. but your sides will be pressed together.

and while it might appear that you're the one who links your arms together, he is the one who already has his elbow slightly bent and held out towards you

when you do hold hands, his thumb brushes over your skin absentmindedly, as if feeling your warmth isn’t enough and it’s a constant reminder of him that you’re there

but when you do the same to him, or gods help him, you squeeze it, he, with every fibre of his being, will feel it and nearly stop from the overwhelming feelings that threaten to send him to the ground

so keep it sparingly

...or not

kisses in public..truthfully, he's probably leaning towards no. full on make out sessions? probably not. when you guys are saying goodbye, i’m seeing more of a tight, slightly awkward dip of the head—a farewell not

but, bringing that calliope episode up once again, he won’t don't anything if you were to initiate it.

kiss on the cheek? you better hold that position for a few fucking seconds so you can let that man close his eyes and savour the intimateness that is the feeling of your soft lips against his cold cheek.

why don’t you press your forehead against the side of his head while you’re at it? you know, when you’re done kissing him but before you pull away. think of it as giving him a few seconds to revert back to cold, formal morpheus, dream of the endless, and not your boyfriend/partner

stares at you when you’re not looking

stares at you even when you're looking

stares down at you when you're asleep in his arms

stares up at you when he's down on his knees between your—sorry, wrong fic

imagine those intense eyes just looking at you and not looking away, not ashamed at taking in the beauty that is his partner

he has no qualms when someone is staring at you, because how he can be blame them

but he does have qualms when their gaze turns into a leer. that's when he'll send a couple nightmares their way for a few directions. not to mention, he'll turn his gaze from you to glare them down, and because they have now deprived him from admiring you for the few seconds this last, he blames it on them and gives them a...gift (and a visit to desire if he finds out they had something to do with it)

on the rare occasion that he's actually using his throne and sitting on it rather than dramatically sitting on the steps after he spread his coat out around him, he might let you sit on his lap (nothing more...in public)

not straddling him—god no—but sitting horizontal so your legs are over his lap and your side is against his chest with your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist

he does that when he needs to relax

he might whisper his problems and insecurities in your ear

but in private—in private—this man is draped over you

he’ll be like a cat who actually likes his owner and will curl up on you

if you’re cuddling, you’ll lie with your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders, maybe playing with your hair

he may or may not use a bit of his sand to help you sleep if you’re having troubles entering his realm, but with him drawing random shapes on your skin or the steady rise and fall of his chest, or, if you're really lucky, he's reading aloud in that quiet, low, asmr voice of his, you're gone all too quickly

he always feels a bit stiff when the cuddle session begins, but after you lie down on him long enough, his limbs soften before gripping onto you tighter

but back to that no-such-thing-as-a-personal-bubble with him

walls

bringing into evidence, exhibit c: episode 1.03 with johanna constantine

why does he have to be so physically close with everyone (that isn't me)

likes to walk you backwards until you hit a wall

once you hit that wall, he may or may not take an even closer step

then closer

and even closer, but his arms are still in his pockets because he's cool and edgy like that (and intimidatingly hot)

close enough until he's kissing you

then he'll press against you to be even closer

we can unpack the trauma that being separated from everyone he loves for 100 years and being physically separated by a wall of glass some other day. for now, enjoy his closeness

because basically, close is still too far for him

𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 not 24/7 hanging out, because he is the king of dreams and he has a realm to run, but he does spend his time with you wisely, and just because you're not with him all the time, doesn't mean he isn't thinking about you all the time

his favourite thing is the two of you being in each other’s presence but working on your own things. he appreciates it more than he realizes, and during the times you sit to the side as he makes new dreams, he’ll sometimes put aspects of you in them—intentionally or unintentionally

when you aren't together, he'll still be consumed with thoughts of you

he thinks of you all the time, actually. and because of that, he also talks about you all the time, sometimes subconsciously. and sometimes with no reason at all—or perhaps the only reason he needs to bring you up is because you're you and he's in love with you

"y/n did extremely well on her project, did you hear?" "did you hear about my report on the rogue nightmares, sir?" matthew asks. "she worked very hard on it. i'm proud of her."

thinks about you when doing research in the library with lucienne

wonders about you when going on walks with death

mentions you on dinners with hob

dates with him doesn't have to be the most exciting thrilling thing. in fact, he likes living in domestic bliss with you. doing dishes together. helping you with laundry. watching a movie. people watching. walking your pets.

he usually leaves you alone when you’re awake and uses that time for his duties while you’re busy doing awake things anyway, but when you do fall asleep and are in the dreaming, that’s when the two of you are always together, stuck at the hip (and we're back to the closeness)

takes you out to dinner everyday where he listens to you talk and rant about your day and give you suggestions. he eventually does the same with you, and you become the first person he goes to whenever he needs consultations for his problems

insert jealous hob when he finds him and you eating and morpheus actually talking to you and not just sitting there quietly like with him

but hob gets over it (he doesn’t) and sometimes he’ll join dinner with you guys.

family dinners in his realm with you, hob, death, lucienne, marvin (and only because you invited him), matthew (though morpheus gives him a dog bowl rather than a plate)

during the moments the two of you are together, he treasures and cherishes it

and during the moments when it's just the two of you together, he'll definitely make it worth both your while

drawing it out (if you know what i mean)

and i mean, teasing you for hours and sessions that go until you wake—

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ha no. did you see how emotionally constipated this man was? how he can't tell calliope he still loves her, admit to hob that they're friends, and ask for help from death? words are not the dream king's weapon

the most you get is a term of endearment, like my love or my beloved

always 'mine' though

but this Endless is not about to spout off a pride and prejudice speech at you, so don’t bother waking up early and going for a hike. just sleep and hang out with him in the Dreaming instead in silence

however he does have a beautiful voice—one that as his partner, you are allowed to take advantage of. cue making him read pride and prejudice at you (especially that speech: “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love…i love…i love you. i never wish to b parted from you from this day on.”) you with his head on your lap, him sitting against a tree with the branches over the both of you for some shade. one hand is holding up the book, the other is absentmindedly twirling your hair. when he finishes the line, he looks down at you, slightly amused but completely enamoured, especially at the giddy expression on your face, and he dips down to kiss you

he tells you that he inspired jane austen to write that speech for you—it’s up to you if you want to believe him or call it bullshit

while he might not be giving love confessions every three seconds, he does give you compliments. and not just when you do something that warrants a compliment, but randomly. because to him, everything you do is majestic and needs to be acknowledged as so

"you're beautiful" when you're in casual clothes, sweats, pyjamas, (or bare)

"what would the world do without you?" when you hold open the door for an elderly couple

and you know he says it against your ear, voice low, his whispered words hot and heavy. maybe even a little raspy—

but just because he might not be the chatterbox on the block, doesn't mean he doesn't want someone talking to him

so don't give him the silent treatment, because when he does, he becomes insufferable to everyone

he's all curt to lucienne. snappy with matthew. demanding with poor marvin. sharp with cain and abel. rude with death. threatening with desire.

no one has nice dreams and nightmares become so much worse

not you, of course. you're still sleeping perfectly fine, but you realize something's wrong when you meet up with your friends and one of them hasn't slept in days while the other hasn't woken up in days

if it's his fault, it might take death for him to realize his mistakes and apologize to you. again, no long speech, just the simple words, "i'm sorry. i was wrong. please forgive me, my love." and considering this man's flaw is his ego, that is more than enough

and if you tell him to say it on his knees he will as he whispers it against your—

but if you're at fault, he won't back down until you apologize. however, he won't leave you alone. he'll always be there in the corner of your eye, waiting for you to apologize. and when you do, he'll purse his lips, nod, and say nothing. but you'll know he's already forgiven you when his eyes soften and he gives you that soft smile that's reserved for so few people

he might not talk to you, but he does want you to talk to him, so ramble away

let's not get started on what he says in private, but i'll tell you this. he isn't so silent anymore, and he will definitely appreciate whatever you tell him in whatever form—and might even strive to create and draw such sounds from you

a plea

a cry

a groan

a whimper

a scream—

in conclusion, this man will love you with every piece of him. (and if i could, i would do the same morpheus please just give me a chance)

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 1.06 𝗍𝗈 1.11. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 this 𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽?

𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 14𝗁 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽

𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘶𝘴' 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

#the sandman imagine #morpheus imagine #morpheus x reader #dream imagine #dream x reader #dream of the endless x reader #sandman fanfiction #dream fanfiction #sandman imagine #sandman headcanons #morpheus headcanons

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Okay so as a non-American, i'm curious: what's the deal with Biden v Trump? How did it end up with only these two if everyone hates them so fucking much? If there are only two candidates, and neither are votable, what are people supposed to do on election day? Do you have a way of annulating the vote such that it doesn't just go to the candidate with the most votes? Or are you planning to just not vote and pay the fee? Wait, is voting even compulsory over there? If it isn't, are you just gonna not vote? Would that be better? Or is there some mysterious 3rd candidate no one's mentioned?

Dems & Republicans the only parties with ballot access because they're the only parties with money. They have money because they serve the interests of corporations, shareholders, etc.

Non-democrat and non-republican parties have limited ballot access across the 50 states and in order to get on the ballots, they have to meet whatever the standards are for ballot access in each individual state. Sometimes it's automatic, sometimes they need petitions, sometimes they need a Lot more than that. And doing all that costs money which again, a lot of them don't have.

If you don't have ballot access in all 50 states then you are at a risk of losing. You see, each state has a designated number of delegates. You need a certain amount to win. Some states have over 100 delegates. If you don't have ballot access in all 50 states then you NEED to win more delegates in the states you do have just to keep up.

This is why most people are stuck voting democrat or Republican even if we don't want to. And it's why we're told they're the more "realistic" choices.

That said, tere are several Really Decent 3rd parties running and I intend to vote for Jasmine Sherman if she's on my ballot in November. She is an AMAZING candidate if you ask me. Not perfect, but leagues ahead of our other options.

HOWEVER. Do to more bullshit, my vote won't matter as the state I'm in sends their delegates to whoever the majority of the state votes for... Which will likely be Biden.

Also Biden is only the nominee of democrats at the moment. He is not the only democrat running. The Democratic party does hold a Primary Vote to determine who will be the official nominee. Democrats have Very Shitty options this year. None are as shitty and violent as Biden, but- actually idk why they don't just vote for someone else. They could absolutely vote for a different democratic nominee.

The primaries are happening right now though, and it doesn't seem like that will happen.

Republicans do the same thing. Trump is running as Republican and like Biden, is expected to win the primary.

The winners of the primary are who people have a choice to elect for president in November.

Hence why our options are Biden v Trump.

Other 3rd party candidates will hold their own primaries (if the party they're in has more than one person running).

Again tho, there is no guarantee that they will be on the ballot in every state.

I personally don't know if annulating a vote is even possible.

Voting is not compulsory & there is no fee for not voting.

It's also not entirely accessible and every year democrats and Republicans fuck with voter boundaries and cut more polling places which makes voting take like ALL DAY if there's only one poll near you that needs to serve your region. God forbid you're disabled or elderly and want to cast a vote in a place like that..

TLDR: Our entire voting system is absolute trash and intentionally complicated to keep the capitalist two main parties in power.

#asked #answered #god the USA fucking sucks #vote #voting

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Vying (Alastor x Gn!Reader x Vox)

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cw: mentions of violence, drugs and vulgar language (minor stuff, nothing extreme)

wc: 3,750

Part 2

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Hell's latest arrival is fascinating indeed. They have already accumulated a vast amount of souls in an alarmingly short period of time. It has even the Vees in a mild panic as they discuss the matter in the conference room of Vox Tech Interprise.

"How come no one has even seen 'em?" Vox groaned, leaning back in his chair. Valentino was playing around with a few pills. "I don't know, but some of my whores have gone missing," he crushes a pill in frustration as he spat out, "I don't enjoy some new-comer threatening my business." However Velvet seemed the least bothered by it. She scrolled on her phone, whilst the guys kept discussing how to move forward. According to the web forums, imps and sinners alike have been attacked. "And none of your fancy cameras caught them?" Valentino asked, a snicker escaping his lips, "Looks like they weren't worth all that money..." Vox shot him a glare. White noise quietly filled the room before dying down again.

Sighing Vox replied, "That's why I'm so fucking confused! No matter who, I was able to track 'em..." "Heh, sounds like the whole Radio Demon thing all over again," Velvet remarked, still scrolling away on her phone. Vox clenched his fists. Valentino noticed and whistled lowly, "Carefule sweetheart, you're breaking the TV again." "Why are you even here if you're not bothered by the situation?" Vox snarled. Giggling Velvet answered, "Why shouldn't I watch you two losers panic over some nobody?" "This 'nobody' has killed several sinners and is on track to become a new Overlord if this continues," Vox retorted, standing up to leave the conference room, "it's going to be bad for business." Valentino continued fiddling with the drugs, whilst Velvet just hummed, "Don't get too upset though, darling!" Vox grumbled, leaving as swiftly as possible.

Either this new arrival will pose a threat to the business or become a new ally of the Vees, there is no other way to look at it, at least for Vox. Now that the damn Radio Demon is also back in town, this new-comer could also attract his attention. Sighing deeply, Vox can only hope Alastor won't humour their existence and just ignore it instead of making them sell their soul away. The infamous Radio Demon getting even stronger. Vox couldn't imagine how fucking annoying that would be. He was also expecting the hotel to take priority over the new-comer, at least for a little while.

Typing away on his broad computer, Vox quickly skimed through his camera systems in case they caught something. They caught no attack, however an unfamiliar figure appeared on screen. It was a far leap, that this was the power hungry new-comer, but it was at least something to go off on he supposed. Keeping a close eye on them, Vox continued stalking their moving. They are of a fairly small frame for sinners. Not necessarily petite, but small enough for it to be noteworthy. Their appearance resembles that of a beaver, Vox noted. They picked something up from the ground. A phone perhaps? To be honest, he thought he was wasting time. They were just aimlessly walking around and now seem to be entering an alleyway? Curiosity got the better of him and Vox switched into the right camera.

The scene before him shocked his very core. The one possibility he hoped to not unfold was staring right back at him. Alastor stood before them. His grin was as bright as ever. Both of them were conversing, but the camera was far high up, picking up only little audio. Vox was fuming, slamming his fists on the table. Should he go and interrupt them or just watch them? Alastor didn't notice the camera yet, seeing as how the screen was still clear. In the end, he opted to keep watching them.

In the meantime, Alastor was quite amused by the little copycat in front of him. "My, my! It seems my legacy is still intact on earth," Alastor declared proudly. The other sinner could only cross their arms. "Your 'legacy' is only known because you got caught," they snarled, pointing a thumb to their chest, "I never got caught! Only that wretched heart of mine failed me!" Alastor gripped his staff tighter as his grin started straining. "Carefule now, sweetheart. My death is a touchy subject," he warned, the static noise slightly increasing. They only rolled their eyes, Alastor however heaved a breath to calm down. "Nevertheless, you are just like me! Using the same style and method as I used to," he remarked. Clenching their fists, ready to fight, the other sinner barked, "I'm (Y/n)! I'm more than you! What the fuck is your problem? What do you want from me?" The Overlord twirled his staff as he adjusted his coat and said cheerfully, "Well you see, my dear! I've come with an offer." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow, but ultimately relaxed.

"I've noticed your rapid killing spree, yet again reminding me of the simpler times when I first arrived in hell," Alastor chuckled, a wide smirk etching on his face, "I thought to myself, a talented soul such as yourself would need a good ally to guide them through the furious flames of Hell, so I wanted to offer my services!" "No thanks," (Y/n) curtly answered, "I don't want to keep hearing your yapping." Alastor shrugged, "What a shame, I would have preferred to use no violence." Before the new-comer could react, Alastor pinned them up against the wall with his shadow arms. (Y/n) struggled against the demon's might, while Alastor stepped forward slowly. "I think you misunderstood, dear," he explained, static noise following his voice, "I need your allyship and I believe it to be quite beneficial for you too." "Why? 'Cause you won't kill me? I don't care!" (Y/n) shot back. Alastor snickered, but before his lips let another word leave, white noise fills the air.

Vox slides through the air and finally lands behind Alastor. He adjusted his suit before speaking, "Radio Demon." (Y/n) saw Alastor's grin exceedingly strain. He turned his head before fully facing the other Overlord. "Can't you see we are busy here?" Alastor asked irritated. "What the fuck are doing with the new-comer?" Vox replied. Clicking his tongue, Alastor retorted, "That is none of your business. Now shoo, we still have matters to discuss." "You're not discussing shit without me!" Vox barked, "I want them for myself and for the company." "Oh, piss off!" Alastor hissed, his static noise increasing significantly, "Your little group was too late and now I got to them first." "My Vees are more capable of taking such a soul than your old ass!" "Why you little-" Alastor stopped as he realised (Y/n) left his grip.

"How?" Vox exclaimed. He looked around the alleyway before they both hear a voice from above. "You guys suck!" They yelled from the rooftop, "It's gonna be on my terms if I wanna see you again, so leave me alone!" Swiftly they left, leaving the two Overlords simmering in anger. Vox sighed in defeat, "I guess, I'm taking my leave- Huh?!" The camera which got him here in the first place was now destroyed and hanging by merely a single cable. He looked to his side, seeing Alastor's leaving figure wave dismissivly without another glance. If Vox's internalt cooling system wasn't that effective, he would have steam escaping his frame right now.

After leaving the alleyway, Alastor made his way back to the hotel. How troublesome for Vox to show up. Alastor would have preferred this interest of his to not get noticed by Vox and subsequently by the other Vees. A contract with (Y/n) would certainly have been most ideal, but Alastor was ready to accept just about anything as long as they followed his lead. He viewed them like a little puppy and a very cute one at that. They keep on barking, but sound far too adorable to be threatening. "Maybe," Alastor thought, "we can even expand our relationship to something more proper." It was an indearing image to have them be sweet to him, especially since they have such a feisty personality. He would even graciously offer to be sweet as well. Ah, to get to that point will be difficult, but so thrilling as well!

His thoughts wandered back to the hotel. Charlie went on and on about how wonderful it would be for this 'oh-so' tortured soul to find themself healing in the hotel, so that also could have helped with his relations to her too. Alastor gripped his staff tighter. But of course that won't happen because of that noisy little picture box. The next time he sees that good for nothing demon, he is going to make him remember what it means to get on the Radio Demon's bad side.

Nevertheless Alastor kept his pace brisk and his destination in mind. "After that disaster, whatever chaos is happening in the hotel will probably lighten up the mood," he mused, grinning with far more genuine care. For what it's worth, the hotel has so far always been mildly entertaining at least. "Oh shit," a voice said as soon as Alastor entered. Before him stood (Y/n) who apparently just secured a place in the hotel, assuming by Charlie's big smile. Laughing hysterically, the Overlord couldn't help saying, "I thought you wanted to be left alone? Change of heart, my dear?" (Y/n)'s expression soured at the mocking display, while Charlie looked confused. "Wait do you guys know each other?" she asked, gazing between the both of you. "Yeah, we met. That fucker pinned me up against a wall," (Y/n) explained, frowning at Alastor who had stoped laughing, but still had a shit eating grin on his face.

"Oooh, kinky~," Angeldust remarked. Alastor briefly glanced at him before resuming to look at (Y/n). "So you're also staying at this wonderful establishment?" He asked, loving the way their eyes widened at the revelation. "Not anymore," they answered curtly, making their way out of the door. "Wait! Hold on!" Charlie intervened, placing a hand on their shoulder, "I'm sure we can look past this!" "No, not as long as that guy apologises for stalking me and pining me up against that wall!" (Y/n) stated, crossing their arms. Charlie looked at Alastor. Alastor looked at Charlie. He frowned. "You can't possibly be serious?" "Come on! It is the only way to fix the damage," Charlie expressed, placing her hands on her chest, "I know it's difficult to admit when we were wrong, but it is never too late to start doing the right thing." Alastor rolled his eyes. "Very well, as you wish," he cleared his throat, fixing his gaze upon (Y/n), "I apologise for my rude and improper behaviour. It won't happen again."

(Y/n) relaxes a little. Although she didn't really believe his apology, Charlie being able to keep him in check was good enough for now. "However!" Alastor continued, "I want you to keep in mind, my behaviour was purely made out of good intentions." "That's a lie if I ever heard one...," Husk chimed in dismissivly. Alastor shot him a small glare which made Husk turn away. Charlie was beaming, "See? We can all become good friends!" "I'd be fine with settling for acquaintances," (Y/n) stated, smiling for the first time since arriving in hell. "Just fine by me, darling," Alastor commented, "How about I give you a tour of the hotel? I know my way around here quite well." (Y/n) wanted to decline, however upon seeing Charlie's pleading eyes, they accepted.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Alastor clasped his hands together, "Let's start immediately, shall we?" He extended his arm for (Y/n) to interlink it and hesitantly they did. As they are making their way through the hall, (Y/n) hears Angeldust lowly whistle, "Damn, wouldn't have thought creepy eyes to have the hots for someone..." Groaning quietly, (Y/n) tried ignoring that statement. As soon as Charlie was out of sight, (Y/n) stopped holding onto Alastor's arm. He allowed it, continuing to talk about the hotel. They stopped at one particular room. Alastor taped on the door. "This shall be your room! Allow me," he said, opening the door and letting them in first.

The room was definitely spacious. A cushy queen-sized bed accompanied by a cute nightstand. "Sweet!" (Y/n) exclaimed, jumping face first into the bed. Groaning they commented in muffles, "So much comfier than my old bed..." Rolling onto their back, they sat up and looked more around. In the corner there was a closet as well as a nice couch coupled with matching table. A TV stood in front of the bed. However Alastor noticed the TV too and by the snap of his fingers replaced it with an old fashioned radio. It looked as stylish as the man himself, but (Y/n) would have definitely preferred the TV. "Hey! Why did you replace the TV?" "Well, I believe it to be way more entertaining than that picture box!" Alastor explained, adding, "You also know you will never have someone listen in on your conversations." Slumping back onto the bed, (Y/n) groaned obnoxiously loud. Instead of finding it annoying, Alastor merely laughed at the childish display.

"You can be quite cute when you're less feisty," he commented mindlessly. (Y/n) sat up straight. They looked at him. How can he make such a comment after attacking them? "Is this all a game to you or something?" They asked, genuinely confused at the disconnect this Overlord had to their situation. Alastor cleared his throat, adverting his gaze. "I do not view it like that necessarily, but I suppose the analogy might still work," the Demon began, stepping closer and closer to the bed, "The feistier you get, the more interested I become, so I win. You act more docile and you will still have to deal with me, so you continue losing." "But if I become 'docile' as you put it, you will lose interest, won't you?" (Y/n) asked, backing away slightly as Alastor's grin seemed to reach his eyes again.

"If that's what you believe, sure," he chuckled, "I might lose interest." Scowling deeply, (Y/n) hoped for their looks to kill. Sadly Alastor still stood before them and continued, "You know, I only mean well." "Yeah right," they retorted sarcastically, rolling their eyes. "No, no," he replied, taking a seat on the bed, "I'm quite serious, dear." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow, saying, "So that's why you attacked me? You make no sense!" "Alright, allow me to explain my thoughts," Alastor began, placing his staff to the side, "There are many dangers as well as quirks in hell a new-comer such as yourself wouldn't know." He gazed in (Y/n)'s eyes. Their shine reminded him of the stars his mother and he would wish upon. Alastor continued, smiling softly, "I mean, you thought I could kill you for example." (Y/n)'s eyes widened. "You can't?" They asked shocked.

Alastor shook his head, "No, not exactly. I do have ways to eliminate folks, but not to kill them for good. That specialty is reserved for angels only." Giving him a questioning look, (Y/n) silently asked for him to elaborate. Alastor did, explaining how the extermination takes place every year. Well, now it happens every 6 months. "Wow, yeah no," (Y/n) murmered, scratching their head, "I wouldn't have known that..." They scowled, "But wait, that doesn't explain you trying to force me into some allyship?" Chuckling Alastor explained, "That was far too forward, I'll admit. I just couldn't help, but find having my little fan in a contract with me to be most adorable." "I'm still not your fan, or copycat for that matter," (Y/n) pointed out, smiling at his ridiculous behaviour.

Alastor shrugged, "I suppose we will never come to an agreement on that." The Demon stood up before remembering something. "Oh! On that note, you might want to visit the cannibal district," Alastor suggested, loving the way their eyes lit up, "I'll gladly accompany you anytime you wish." (Y/n) nodded, joking that he should pay for their visit as an actual apology. Surprisingly Alastor agreed, calling it a 'rendezvous'. "Sure, as long as you pay, I don't care what you call it," (Y/n) remarked, finally relaxing on their bed. "Then that's settled!" Alastor declared, making his way out of the door after adding, "If you need me, I'll be in my room right across the hall." That made (Y/n) look at his retreating figure with wide eyes. This motherfucker planned this right from the get-go. What clever little asshole...

Ah, whatever! The guy is kind of okay now in (Y/n)'s eyes. I mean, he did give them solid information about this place, so that's good. Pulling out the phone, they stole, the sinner fiddled with the password before opening it. The background wallpaper was some red guy with a wolf? Werewolf? "I guess, I can ask Alastor about the creatures here...," They thought, mindlessly scrolling through the phone and occasionally changing bits and pieces. Their thoughts circled back to what Alastor said with how someone can listen into their conversations. Was he referring to that TV guy? And does this apply to anything electronic like a phone? I mean, a radio is also powered by electricity, but Alastor is fine with those, so maybe it's only TVs.

Chuckling to themself, (Y/n) muttered under their breath, "That TV guy was so lame... Showed up to just bitch..." White noise fills the room after the words leave their lips. Through their phone Vox entered the room. "Hey! That was uncalled for!" He yelled, pointing at (Y/n) who sat up on the bed with a grin. "I figured you were a loser, but you definitly topped expectations," they giggled, finding his flushed face hilarious. Vox was about to retort, but instead he cleared his throat. He lowly chuckled, "I think we met on the wrong foot, let's start fresh." Stepping closer, Vox took the opportunity to take (Y/n)'s hand and give it a quick peck. "The name is Vox," he looked up at them through hooded eyes, "I'm the CEO of VoxTech." (Y/n) retrieved their hand, wiping it on the bedsheets and murmuring a quiet 'ew'.

Vox frowned, but quickly bounced back with a smirk. "I told you, you suck," they reminded him, growling, "And if I wanna get to know you, it would have to be on my terms. Now leave before I show you what I'm capable of." "Oh, I know what you're capable of," Vox smiled devilishly, "my cameras caught a good handful of your attacks. It was truly fascinating to watch you eat those souls up." (Y/n) quirked an eyebrow, "You done?" Vox continued, "So I want you to join my team, the Vees. You will experience great benefits from it, I can assure you." "I don't wanna join some team. Alastor is already enough to deal with for now," (Y/n) explained, turning their back to Vox, so they could continue playing around with the phone.

"Hey!" Vox's voice was a little distorted. He turned (Y/n) to their back, effectively pinning their shoulders. "That old-timey freak is a waste of time. If you go with me, I can open any door you want! Everything will lay beneath our feet! All you have to do is join me," Vox explained, sparks of electricity flying through the air as he tightened his grip. (Y/n) blushed a little due to the closeness, adverting their gaze. Expecting some sort of rebuttal, Vox didn't understand their reaction. As he allowed himself to actually think for a moment longer, he realised the position, he put them in. "Oh wait, shit," Vox immediately backed away, stuttering, "I-I didn't mean to- Fuck, I blew it..." "I make that decision, mind you," (Y/n) reminded him, making Vox's eyes wide. "So you're considering my proposal?" He asked, his voice laced with pure anticipation.

(Y/n) couldn't help, but find the behaviour mildly amusing. If Vox had a tail, it would be walking back and forth right now. "I guess, I'll think about," they replied, noting the huge grin on Vox's face, "But I don't you to be around me and listening into my conversations. Especially those with Alastor's." Pouting Vox groaned in annoyance. "If you don't follow that, I will not only refrain from joining the... your team, I will also make sure to eat your soul up and leave no crumbs," (Y/n) threatened, making Vox chuckle. "Sure, whatever. As long as you consider me, I can follow that small request," Vox said, stretching his arms, "Well! I'm gonna take my leave now." Smiling softly Vox looked into (Y/n)'s eyes, "It was a pleasure speaking to you, sweetheart." And with a snap of his fingers he left as he came, finally leaving (Y/n) alone.

Heaving a big sigh, the sinner relaxed once again. What a weird guy... "He is just like a puppy...," they thought, smiling gently. Hell really is chaotic, as expected, but this certainly tops expectations. (Y/n) can't wait for what Hell has in store for them.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

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wanderingsoul6261 · 8 days

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Heavenly Skies- Part 2

credit for gif goes to fabiolajyx

James Beaufort x Reader

NOTICE FOR NEXT FIC. IT WILL BE 18+ FOR SEXUAL ACTIVITIES AND DESCRIPTIONS.

Synopsis: Part two of heavenly skies - Ruby and James get into one of their arguments during class, in which she tells him that no one would ever love him truly.

warnings: None? I think?

This one is shorter than other fics. I just didn't know what else to add, and everything else I thought about didn't feel right.

James had finally returned back to Maxton Hall, and upon his arrival, many could tell that he had changed. No one knew exactly what had happened, but after a bench and a plaque was erected in Y/N’s name, many started to talk, and eventually it had become an unspoken rule within the walls of Maxton Hall.

Don’t speak about Y/N. Specifically, don’t talk about her to or around James Beaufort. Additionally, it also became known that the bench that was dedicated to her, also belonged to him. No one else sat in it, and if they did, they received a heavy barrage from a certain Beaufort.

However, there was one person who didn’t care what she said, in order to hit all of the right buttons.

“How can you be so empty minded?” Ruby called out James in class, specifically the one that would help prepare them for Oxford and the expectations of the university. “Or is it the money talking?Did it go too far into your head that you lost all sense?” She had turned around in her seat. She glared at him, and Lin was doing everything in her power to try and calm her down.

“Money has nothing to do with my intelligence.”

“No, but you let it speak for you.” James puffed out his cheeks.

“It’s never about the money. From a business standpoint, money isn’t the only thing taken into account. There is more to it. Stats, logistics, the commercial avenue of the marketing industries and their customers-”

“Never about the money?” Ruby asked. She scoffed. The professor had tried to calm the two down, but when the two started to raise their voices, her own voice was drowned out. Her attempts were pointless. “It’s always about the money for you, regardless if it’s from a business standpoint or not. That’s how every single silver spoon child is. Money is their source of greed and they feed into it at every moment of every day. Your businesses only supply the rich and anyone else who tries gets ridiculed!”

His voice grew quiet.

“It’s not that way for all of them.” His mind wandered to Y/N. Images of her in his mind filled the empty spots. A thriving flower in the middle of a bunch of suffocating dandelions. She was the only positive thing about Maxton Hall. The only positive thing about his life. She was a vine, weaving herself amongst his body, taking root with the intentions to stay there for eternity.

“What?”

“It’s not that way for all of them.” He raised his voice slightly more.

“So now we are defending the money hungry people of society? The people that allow those of a lower class like me to suffer and be overwhelmed by the knowledge that they will never be as good as people like you? That’s such a relief.”

“You don’t know what you’re going on about.”

“I do.”

“No. You don't know anything.” He argued. Images of Y/N filled his mind again and he swallowed thickly, his eyes burning into Ruby Bell.

“I know you, and I think that’s enough, considering that you are the worst of those who go to Maxton.” Ruby bit back.

“You don’t know me.”

“I know that you look at every single lower class person the same way, including me. We will never amount to you and what you can achieve in the same way. You had everything handed to you on a silver platter and had eaten with silver utensils. You barely have to work for what you have now while me and everyone else like me have to work our asses off to get to where you are now. And even then, that will never be enough.” Ruby seethed as the two of them glared at each other. “And that is why no one will ever love you. Noone of their right mind will ever want to devote their time to you because they actually love you. They only want your money and that’s all they will ever want.”

James grew quiet and every single student had their eyes on him. He shook with anger, glaring at Ruby Bell, but couldn’t think of anything to say. The only person who looked at him with sympathy was Lydia, in which his eyes had glanced at her quickly, staking in her saddened look.

“James.”

“Yea, sweetheart?”

His eyes filled with tears as he looked around the room. What was he doing? Y/N’s face showed up in his mind again, imagining her laughter and voice.

“I love you.”

James turned his gaze back to Ruby Bell, who was opening her mouth as she continued to talk, but as he watched her lips move, no words could be heard. Even if he willed himself to listen to what she was saying, his mind was preoccupied. He was drowning in everything about Y/N.

“Promise?”

He clenched his fists together on the desk. His jaw clenched and he blinked away the tears threatening to spill over his cheeks.

“Promise.”

James abruptly stood up, grabbing his bag and coat, then stomped out of the room.

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Her parents weren't surprised when they got home and seen James in Y/N's study. He was curled up on the couch in there, the fireplace crackling in the background. James was wrapped in Y/N's favorite blanket, sherpa lined and extra soft, a maroon hoodie in his hands. Y/N's Maxton Hall hoodie.

James snored softly, twitching every now and then in his sleep. They noticed the tear tracks, knowing that too long ago, he had been crying. That he had even likely cried himself to sleep.

A bottle of Y/N's favorite wine had evidence of being open, with a half empty glass on the coffee table next to it.

They smiled softly, happy to know that James felt safe and comfortable enough to allow himself to be this vulnerable. They gave him a safe place to grieve and had welcomed him to come over whenever he wanted to.

When they finally turned to their left, where Y/N's paints had been pulled out, and a partially covered canvas filled the easel, they paused.

On the canvas was a loosely planned painting, the main colors being blocked out for just the moment. However, they knew already who it was going to be. Maybe it was the hair that gave it away, her clothing type, or even the position in which she was being painted, but they knew that the person depicted in the painting was Y/N.

And if that didn't work to show who he was painting, then his open sketchbook, littered with memory drawings of Y/N surely would have given it away. Even in death, she was still everything to him.

When her parents finally left the room, allowing James to have his peace and quiet, he opened his eyes. Tears pricked his eyes as he turned his head to look at the painting.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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#james beaufort #james beaufort x reader #maxton hall #maxton hall: the world between us

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strawberri-elixir · 7 months

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First Date Headcanons Pt. 2

Characters: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yuuta Okkotsu

Warnings: None.

A/N: I felt like I had to include part 2 to be able to include them in future headcanons (and cuz I really enjoy writing these-) THIS IS THE POLL WINNER BTW

ANYWAYS. ENJOY

Requests are coming up next ‼️‼️

First date: Amusement Park

𖤐 You asked him out first

𖤐 Because he’s so oblivious

𖤐 There was a local fair that came up yearly and you thought it would be a fun idea to ask Yuji out on a date

“Yuji!” You ran up to him before pulling him into a hug in front of his classmates “Are you free this weekend?”

“Huh? Yeah I am. Why?” He quickly reciprocated your hug.

“Let’s go to the fair!” You had a small blush on your face.

“Sure!” He happily accepted. He loved spending time with you and really wanted to go to the fair together.

“Great! It’s a date then. I’ll meet you at your house at noon!” You waved goodbye and walked off.

He waved back before turning back to his friends with a huge grin. “They’re such a great friend, aren’t they!”

They just looked at him dumbfounded. How could this boy be so oblivious?

𖤐 It wasn’t until right before you knocked on his door that he realized you asked him out romantically

𖤐 You offered a small smile and Yuji continued to struggle processing the information

𖤐 The two of you walked in silence towards the fair grounds

𖤐 It was the middle of autumn so it was getting quite chilly outside

𖤐 You thought you’d be okay so you left your gloves at home (You weren’t)

𖤐 But as you walked, you felt a warm hand encompass yours

𖤐 He was holding your hand

𖤐 The first thing he did when the two of you arrived was buy you your favourite hot drink

𖤐 You guys wandered around for a while, going on rides, taking pictures, and doing all the fun offered activities

𖤐 Eventually, you found yourself in the game area of the fair

𖤐 You found yourself staring at one of the prizes for a little longer than you would’ve liked to admit

𖤐 Yuji noticed and gave you a smirk

“Hey… let’s play a few games.”

𖤐 The two of you ended up blowing most of your money on those games

𖤐 And Yuji, having quite the immense amounts of physical power, ended up destroying winning most of the games

𖤐 You guys got kicked out after winning too many of the prizes

“Hey you two, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave. We’ve gotten a few complaints already about you guys winning too many of the games.” A security guard placed a hand on both of your shoulders.

“Is that even possible?” You look over to Yuji, who’s already looking back at you, suppressing a laugh.

“Well its never happened before, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be the first.” The guard chuckled. “Why don’t we buy you a hot chocolate or something and let you be on your way.”

“We’ll take you up on that.” You laugh.

𖤐 So, the two of you got your free hot chocolates and walked away with your prizes.

𖤐 And it was quite the haul

𖤐 Yuji won most of the brute force games but you managed to win a few of the luck based ones

𖤐 He walked you home and helped you organize them neatly in your room

𖤐 Since your date was cut short, you asked him to stay over and the two of you watched a movie instead

First date: Museum date

᯽ You had to ask him out first

᯽ The two of you had some very obvious pining going on between you since day one

᯽ He had been meaning to ask you out for a while, but would always fumble with his words

“Hey Megumi, how’s your day going?” You’re seated on the stairs, taking a break from sparing with Maki.

“Good.” He gave you a curt nod. “Speaking of… I have a question.”

“Oh? What’s up?” You flash a small smile.

He was done the moment he saw your smile. To him, it was the brightest thing, he would argue that it could rival the sun itself. Any and all attempts at asking you out just fizzled away.

He stood there in complete silence, staring at you. When he saw your smile morph into a look of confusion, he knew he had to say something. “Uhh… Lovely weather we’re having… right?”

“Yeah! The suns out today but there’s still a cooling breeze out!” You respond. He’d ask you that very question every time he approached you. “I actually have something to ask you as well.”

“You do?”

“Yeah! I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me.”

The question was so straightforward, he honestly thought you were messing with him for a second. Nonetheless, he agreed but absolutely insisted that he’d be the one to pick you up and everything.

᯽ He also told you about his plans to ask you out

᯽ So you found yourself being dragged out to a museum (Not that you complained)

᯽ It was one of those really big, really fancy museums

᯽ Honestly one of those Pinterest worthy ones

᯽ While most of it was just quietly admiring the pieces, you had your moments of immaturity (mostly you)

᯽ Like you’d be looking at one of those nude sculptures and you’d find yourself trying so hard not to laugh when you looked lower

᯽ And Megumi would just walk away like he didn’t know you

᯽ But the overall experience was worth it (To you, and to him)

᯽ After the two of you decide to call it a day, he takes you to a cafe

᯽ One of those cozy, family owned ones with lots of cute decor

᯽ You took a lot of pictures for your social media (Most of which had Megumi as the main focus)

“Megumi! Look over here.” Your camera covered your face. The boy looked over to you, a blank look on his face.

“Don’t you think you’ve taken enough pictures?” He takes a sip of his drink.

“Never.”

᯽ You guys talked for hours, consuming questionable amounts of caffeine in order to stay in each other’s company for longer (He bought most of them)

᯽ Needless to say, neither of you slept that night, but you didn’t care

᯽ He insisted on calling a taxi or an uber for you

᯽ The two of you took the train home together after you kept declining his offer, insisting that you can walk home on your own (Big no no)

᯽ He walked to up to your doorstep and gave you a small kiss on the cheek before letting you go

᯽ Later at night when you were asleep, you feel your phone buzzing on the table beside you

᯽ Megumi sent you all the pictures he took on your date when you were distracted (There were a lot)

First date: Picnic date

✰ He asked you out first

✰ You assumed that his heart was closed off due to his history with Rika, so you never dared to cross the line between friendship and something more

✰ So imagine how awkward you were when he finally mustered up the courage to ask you out

“Say, Yuta. Have you ever thought about dating again?” You were worried about being seen as insensitive, but it was too late to take it back now.

“ Well… not up until recently.” He pondered for a moment. “But I’d like to say that i would give it a try with the right person.”

Hearing him say that peaked your interest. He was thinking of someone already?

“That’s great! I’m proud of you.” You give him a slap on the back. “But we have to approve of them.” You gesture to Maki, Panda and Toge who all stood a little ways away.

“Ah- well i’m sure they already approve.” He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

“Oh? That’s even better!”

“Mhm… so will you go out with me?”

“…” You stared at him. “Huh?”

✰ He ended up spitting out a whole confession out for everyone within a ten foot radius to hear

✰ None of the second years let him live it down (Ever)

✰ The only thing he told you before he rushed off, was to meet him at your favourite park later at night

✰ When you arrived, his eyes lit up as he greeted you at the entrance

✰ He led you to a hidden area in the park by the lake under the willow tree

✰ He set up a blanket, pillows, and those little fairy lights around the base of the tree for the two of you

✰ You saw all of your favourite things scattered around the blanket

✰ He seriously went through all the trouble to find your favourite snacks

✰ And he even found a cute plush of your favourite animal to give to you

✰ You saw a little basket of food in the corner, he really thought everything through

✰ There were even little crafts for you to do

✰ One if the first things he wanted to do was make little flower crowns for you (He doesn’t know how to)

✰ So you teach him

✰ Or at least tried to

“No… you’re supposed to tie it the other way Yuta… to keep the flower in tact.” You watch the boy decapitate another poor flower.

“There’s no way this should be this hard.” He grumbles, tossing yet another flower stem into the pile.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Who knew one of the strongest sorcerers would be so bad at crafts. “It’s fine. Just do whatever feels right.”

And so, Yuta gave up trying to be gentle with them and just tied a bunch of flowers together. The results were about as good as a toddler’s attempt, but you loved it.

✰ It became abundantly clear to you throughout the date that Yuta was not one for arts and crafts

✰ At least he tried his best

✰ You helped him a majority of the time

✰ The two of you spent hours sitting there, watching movies, playing games, doing crafts, etc

✰ When the date ended, he asked you if you’d like to go on a second date in the near future while he drove you home

First date: Aquarium

ꕥ He asked you out first

ꕥ Well, it was more like a note

ꕥ Since he chooses to only talk in rice ball ingredients, he gives you a piece of paper because he wants to be able to get his feelings across properly

“Ready for another mission?” You grin. Toge had been sent on a week long mission and would probably end up staying for longer to tie up any loose ends.

"Salmon." He gives you a nod.

"Well then I guess I'll see you in a week!" You continue walking with him to the school entrance. When you got to the gates, you knew it was your sign to leave. "Stay safe."

You begin to walk away when you feel a hand around your wrist. "Salmon cod roe." He used his other hand to reach into his pocket, grabbing a folded note and handing it to you.

"For me? What is it?" You shoot him a confused look.

He just gives you a blank look before turning around and walking away.

ꕥ And so, you were forced to wait a whole week to give him your answer

ꕥ It's not like he was doing any better, poor boy kept losing focus, his thoughts drifting back to what your answer would be

ꕥ When he finally got back, the first thing he did was look for you

ꕥ You were already patiently waiting for him

ꕥ His eyes lit up when you said yes

ꕥ That following weekend, he officially took you out to the aquarium

ꕥ Since he avoids most conversations due to his cursed speech, he thought that something like the aquarium would be the best option

ꕥ And it went well! You guys got to see all sorts of exotic fish as well as other sea creatures

ꕥ There were quite the handful of activities to do like a petting exhibit, cardboard cutouts for photos, and even a scavenger hunt

ꕥ The two of you turned that little scavenger hunt into a competition (Which was made for literal children might I add)

"Toge! Look!" You dragged him over to a table with colorful maps spread across the surface. 'Scavenger hunt!' written in big bold letters on the sign.

The boy just lets you drag him along over to the table as you look at the lady standing behind the table. She offers a small smile and hands you one of the little maps. "Come back if you end up finding all the fish."

You were supposed to find each fish listed and take a picture of it. But the further down the list you went, the harder it was to find the creature.

"Just one more." You pointed to the little striped fish shown in the picture. "Probably won't find it since it rarely comes out of its hiding place."

"Tuna tuna." He lightly pats your shoulder, pointing to an ugly looking fish swimming along the aquarium floor.

You turn your attention to where he's pointing and low and behold, there it is. The ugly little fish was aimlessly swimming around.

ꕥ When you returned to the desk, the lady looked at the two of you, shocked

ꕥ Apparently there's been barely any winners since they started the whole scavenger hunt activity

ꕥ So you guys got your picture taken and hung up on the wall of fame

ꕥ And you got a little fish plush

ꕥ You insisted for Toge to take it since he's the one who spotted the fish in the first place

ꕥ The two of you got something to eat at a local ramen joint afterwards

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blond-jerk-tourney · 13 days

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Blond Sweetheart Tourney: Round 3, Poll 13

Propaganda from submitters Under Cut

Laios Touden

He cares about his sister so much he was willing to solo a red dragon to rescue her. He doesn't care about money, power, or fame, he just wants to help his sister and learn about monsters. He might seem weird and offputting, but his deepest desire is to find a way for people and monsters to live in peace together to make life better for everyone. One of his biggest faults is he assumes the best of everyone.

Laios is already winning, but I'd like to point out that he's kind despite the fact that pretty much everyone (sometimes including his own party!) treat him with suspicion or outright hostility? It's not just Shuro and Kabru; it's everyone who contemplates what he might do as Lord of the Dungeon, the village kids when he was growing up, Chilchuck repeatedly treating him as an outright threat. Everyone hates Laios, but he doesn't sink to their level.

Louis James Moriarty

Devoted to a fault. Burned his face to prove his loyalty to his brothers. Tries extremely hard to keep not one but *two* mansions in pristine, clean condition with no household staff (well, a gardener an a colonel who dirtiest the London house and will not do chores) because he knows that Albert's OCD requires cleanliness and because it's something "useful" he can do. All he wants is to be useful. Louis is a sweetheart and deserves to be loved forever.

He's exceptionally caring towards his brothers and his "found family"

Louis was a young, orphan boy with a heart condition. Louis lived in an orphanage whose money had been slightly mismanaged and who was rationing food to the kids. A different kid noticed the lack of food, and was still hungry after devouring their plate. They wanted seconds, but there were none. And Louis gave them his plate. His plate of firsts. He didn't even He downplays his literal heart condition so as to not cause his brother, Will, too much worry. He doesn't ask for treatment, or a better lot in life, or anything. He asks to not be left alone. More than anything, that's all he is afraid of: being left alone, even after he lives through surgery as a Victorian child and gets better. So, vote Louis, don't leave him alone. He has us, his fans. Who I am sure he can't even process that we exist, because he's always seeing the good qualities of others instead of himself, and he, like William, deserves our love as well.

VOTE LOUIS‼️‼️ He deserves to go far after his brother got absolutely sweeped 💀

Louis James Moriarty is SO incredibly kind and sweet. He constantly goes out of his way to take care of his brothers. As mentioned in the propaganda, Louis keeps TWO mansions clean for his brother Albert. Louis consistently shows care for his brother William as well. William has fainting spells and falls asleep at random times. Louis is ALWAYS there to make sure that William is okay and taken care of while he's asleep. Louis and William lived on the street for some amount of time as orphans, and during this time, Louis would have to watch over William while he had a sleeping spell. Louis went out of his way to interact with a man that he hates to keep his brother safe. He is so sweet and kind. He constantly goes out of his way for others, especially for his siblings!!

louis, on the other hand, is devoted greatly to his brothers, a great cook, might seem indifferent at times but is actually very sweet. he has had great character development and has gone from living as his brother's shadow to actually living for himself. he keeps two mansions clean because he knows his eldest brother feels frustrated in a disorganised place, is practically the scabbard for the two brothers if one's a shield and the other a sword. see the scar on his face? that's something he willingly did to himself so he could prove his undying loyalty to his brothers and their cause. he must have gone through and felt huge amounts of pain and grief since one brother was allegedly dead and the other was imprisoned. yet he moved on forward with the best of his abilities even though i'm sure he wanted nothing more than to breakdown at times. so, yeah. vote for louis.

#blond sweetheart tourney #round 3 #polls #tournament polls #laios touden #dungeon meshi #louis james moriarty #moriarty the patriot

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bex-inxo · 3 months

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Some kind of Dungeon meshi Pissa au idea i got after watching it

(i haven't read the manga and don't know much about its world building, but i love it so much)

For species Phil is a half elf, but have more of a human side (like 25% elf, 75% human) and Missa is an elf

Phil and Missa are just friends at the start, but Missa has a crush on Phil and Phil really likes Missa's beauty, especially his hair

Phil and Missa originally met when Phil joined Missa's group to go through first few layers and go back, with Phil getting his part and leaving. But Phil showed his great attack magic skills and impressed teammates, especially Missa, the healer of the group, who didn't know any attack magic and always was bad in it

With time Phil and Missa became really close, always having each other's back in deadly situations (with Missa, he had to revive Phil A LOT, cause man can't stop but sacrificing himself for others). Missa learned few powerful attack magic from Phil so he could protect himself when he's isn't there. But those spells can't be used when there's other people around cause it takes really big radius and good for self defense (it WILL end up being a problem in the future)

Other members of the group are Quackity, Roier, Mariana and Spreen (Missa and Spreen are blood brothers)

They were never interested in beating the dungeon and getting all the goods from it, it was enough for them to loot dungeons and get all money from them. Not once they robbed dead bodies, waiting for their revival (or Missa was reviving the bodies and others tried to gaslight people to give them money for that). But with Phil on their side they started going deeper and risking more, that were really concerning Missa, but Phil was always saying that everything will be okay

But after a lot of risky moves, one eventually ended up hurting them. In one of the visits in the dungeon they went deeper than they ever had and met the dragon, that none of them had to face before.

To this point they had a lot of loot because really small amount of people even came that deep so all their bags were already full of goods. And Spreen and Roier insisted on going on that dragon and try to get even more treasure from its area, but after few minutes it already was clear that they couldn't win that fight. Spreen got killed by dragon's fire almost immediately and the group lost their most powerful fighter. Q, Roier and Mariana couldn't even hurt the dragon's thick skin and Phil did almost no damage with spells. Missa tried to get Spreen's body, but it was too close to the dragon so he couldn't do anything

Eventually everyone run, taking all the loot they got with them. Except for Phil, who was trying to stop Missa from getting Spreen's body and run away as well. Missa didn't listen and run to Spreen's corpse, trying to cast the reviving spell. But then he heard the roar behind his back and turned back only to see dragon's fangs right in front his face. Phil tried to cast the spell to distract the dragon, but it was too late, Missa was already in dragon's throat

For the whole day Phil tried to fight the dragon, but lost all his energy with no results. For few weeks he was doing short attacks on dragon, trying to kill it and, eventually, when he run out of all his food, he managed to get to its weak place and kill it. Few hours of unpleasant opening of the dragon and Phil found Missa. Or better to say, that was left of him. Because of active fighting with Phil dragon was loosing his energy too fast and had to digest its food faster which ended up on that there's nothing had left of Missa but his bones and hair

Phil never knew reviving magic as good as Missa, but he knew, that either he tries or he'll lose him. Nobody would risk going that deep to just help unknown elf's bones so he had to do that. So Phil tried, remembering all lessons on that Missa tried to teach him, from that the best result Phil ever got was a dog. But he had to do it, or he would never see Missa again

And he tried, multiple times. And eventually, full of rage, annoyance and fear of losing his best friend, he did it. But something was wrong. Missa's skin nor muscles didn't formed properly in few places and his bones were seen. His face had a look that only ghosts had. His skull fortunately was inside, but his skin became deadly grey in places where the cheekbones and eye sockets should be

Few hours had past for Miss to wake up. Phil hold him so close, like he would die again the second he pull him away. But Missa answered very cold, not hugging back and even trying to get out of the grip. When Phil asked him what's wrong he looked at him and asked "who are you?"

Phil was shocked by how Missa was looking at him and talking with him, like they've never met. He tried to tell him about all adventures they had together, Missa didn't seem to remember most of them but eventually he remembered Phil, maybe that were only few moments, that were lacking of context, but he remembered him

After few days of living on dragon's meat and Missa getting at least some of his power back they decided to go back. Missa easily agreed with Phil, going first to the entrance, not even looking back at the body of his brother. Phil didn't have enough strength nor space to get him so he silently followed Missa, leaving him there

On their way to the start of the dungeon they saw few groups, that after having one look at Missa tried to get away from them as fast as they could. In one of those groups, the magician of it screamed Phil to look around and attacked Missa with exorcist spell, from that Phil protected Missa, pulling away. Phil tried to explain that he's just an elf, not ghost or spirit, but that group just looked at Missa with the sign of fear and walked away

On one of the levels they found a bunch of bones that were left from killed and not revived people and Missa took one of the skulls and made himself a mask and pulled his cape's hood on to blend in better

That really concerned Phil because Missa usually loved to show off with his long hair that were important for his magic, but now, he would better want to hide every piece of his body

And this's all that i have that is at least a bit structured. I don't know if I'm gonna do anything with this, but there it is

(sorry if there's any logic or grammar errors, English isn't my first language)

#pissa #qsmp pissa #pissa au #just putting it here

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spencer-reids-adventures · 10 months

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for @tobias-hankel!

cw: drug addiction

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He doesn’t think anyone knows.

Last time, of course, they knew. They knew he’d just suffered a major trauma. They knew he kept arriving late to work and snapping at the team. They knew something was very, very wrong. And they never said anything to him about it, not really. Some vague words from Gideon. A few suspicious looks from Morgan. Utter befuddlement from poor Emily. But no one ever said a word, and so, neither did Spencer.

This time, he’s more careful.

Once again, it’s not his fault, not really. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself. It’s not his fault he wasn’t coherent enough after being shot to tell the EMTs not to give him narcotics. It’s not his fault he was unconscious when the rest of the decisions about his knee surgery were made. It’s not his fault he limped out of the hospital on crutches with a bottle of Percocet, and it’s not his fault he took it, or that he took it upon himself to increase the dose. Small increments, a few days at a time. He’s a doctor. It’s fine.

It’s not his fault his team was too busy focusing on Hotch to notice any of it.

It’s not his fault that when the Percocet runs out, he manages to make his way to a crummy neighborhood in the middle of the night to pay an embarrassing amount of money for a moderate quantity of Dilaudid, and it’s definitely not his fault that the relief is so powerful, it actually makes him cry.

No, it’s not his fault, he assures himself. But it’s still a problem. It’s still a secret. It’s still scary and shameful, and Spencer is weak and broken, and he can’t let any of his teammates find out what’s happening.

He tries to be careful. It’s easy at first, because he’s on leave from work. Once he gets back, he does his best to look normal, to arrive on time, to be kind to his coworkers. He tries his best, and it’s so hard, and he truly doesn’t know if he’s succeeding. He’s not sure of much, at this point. He’s just trying to get through each day the best he can, to manage the pain in a way that’s familiar for him.

Hotch returns to work not long after Spencer, and from the look on his face, he can tell something is wrong. He doesn’t say anything, though. He never says anything. Spencer tries to brush it off, pretends it doesn’t bother him, pretends he’s not desperate to just talk about it with someone.

He tries, and he tries, and he tries.

And then one evening, the phone rings.

The call shows up as Unknown Caller, but Spencer answers it anyway, expecting someone trying to scam him or sell him something.

“Just listen,” the voice says on the other end. “You don’t have to say anything right now.”

And Spencer couldn’t say anything even if he wanted to, because it’s Gideon’s voice on the other end of the line, a voice he hasn’t heard in years, though he hears it in his memories and his dreams more often than he’d like to admit.

He waits, speechless, for Gideon to continue.

“Hotch called me. We talk sometimes, you know. He keeps me up to date on what’s going on. And he told me that something’s going on with you. He’s really worried about you.”

Spencer swallows. Why would Hotch reach out to Gideon instead of just talking to Spencer himself?

What would Spencer have even said if Hotch had tried to talk to him?

“I’m assuming it’s the same problem you had last time, when you missed that plane, though Hotch couldn’t confirm anything. Maybe it’s not that. Maybe you’re just struggling emotionally, or maybe it’s something else I don’t even know about. No matter what it is, Reid, I want to help you. I want to be here for you in a way that I haven’t before.”

Spencer rubs his face with his hand. It doesn’t make sense, none of this makes sense. Gideon left. He left, and he’s gone, and Spencer made peace with that a long time ago. And now—now he doesn’t know what to do at all. Now, nothing makes sense. Nothing at all.

“Can you tell me what you’re thinking, Spencer?”

Spencer sighs. Pulls at his hair. Wrings his hands out a few times, and switches his phone from one ear to the other.

“I messed up,” he finally whispers. “I missed another plane.”

“We can fix this,” Gideon says immediately. “Are you home? Are you safe? Can I come to you?”

“C-come to me?” Spencer repeats incredulously.

“We obviously don’t want you detoxing on your own,” Gideon says matter-of-factly. “I’ll come help you.”

“Detoxing…”

“You know you can’t keep going like this. Something needs to change. I’m not going to let you kill yourself with this stuff.”

Spencer is quiet for a long time.

“I’m… at home,” he finally whispers.

“Stay there,” says Gideon. “I’m coming to you, okay? It’s going to take me a little while, but just—don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t,” Spencer promises.

When Gideon shows up 30 minutes later, a needle and a vial are sitting on the coffee table, but Spencer hasn’t moved.

#maya writes #cw drug addiction #spencer reid #jason gideon #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction

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