#so yeah: Threat 2: Rage Edition

[mysicklove]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 14: LEG HUMPING

With: Ryomen Sukuna

Word Count: 4.4k (wow)

Warnings: Sub! Sukuna, Gn! Reader, Yuuji and reader r dating (Yuuji x reader), lots of threatening of death/small violent acts,, reader slaps him, sukuna has 2 cocks in his true form, heavy power dynamics, mention of subspace, previous cuffing, small mounts of blood

A/N: i feel like i wrote this while i was high, but i was sober. idk. this is unedited but i will edit it tomorrow morning

“I fucking hate you, you know that? Despise every cell of your body.”

You hold back a laugh, running your fingers through his hair, which earns another near animalistic growl. “Well aren't you dramatic, King of Curses. Where did my Yuuji go?”

Sukuna glares up at you, lips curling upward. He was kneeling, with his hands chained behind his back, while you sit on a chair, crossed legged. He was in the position Yuuji was in seconds ago. The position that Yuuji asked to be put in. Sukuna, obviously did not agree to this arrangement.

Yuuji must have lost control when he sank into the subspace. Just for a second, which was all the curse needed to arise. He was watching the entire time, snickering when Yuujis begs got too dramatic, or joining in on the unwelcomed degradation when the boy started to cry. 

But the only time the king was silent was when you spoke. He would conjur himself on Yuujis arm, face, hand, and just listen.

His vessel was a pervert, really, and you were too. He watched the boy go through the most humiliating things, and still he would always end up begging for more. The curse would rather die than to steep as low as Yuuji did. It was pathetic, truly. 

But sometimes, when Sukuna sticks around for too long, he finds himself hypnotized by your voice. It was always so soft with Yuuji, full of adoration, but he could not miss the authority that oozed from your tone. Strict rules that were meant to be followed, commands that were not dared questioned, and punishments that were no empty threats. He was there when Yuuji was also punished, in those rare times. They were not fun, even if the brat held a raging hard on through it all.

But overall, Sukuna was strangely enamored by your character. He was always top dog, the strongest, the king of curses, but what about you sends a shiver down his spine? Why does he want to hear your doting words? Not to Yuuji, but to him. 

Sukuna realized not long after having these thoughts that he wants to fuck you. Or maybe just get a handjob while you whisper lewd things in his ear, the way you did to the brat. Or maybe you'll wrap your lips around his dick if he was to play nice for a bit. 

It will be just a one time thing. Just so he knows for sure that he doesnt want you. Yuujis thoughts of you must be clouding his. Tonight he was here to confirm.

“Brats gone. You’ve broke him or something. Humans do that,” Sukuna pipes up, rolling his eyes, and glancing back at the cuffs he has on. He rips them off without hesitation, sending the metal falling to the ground.

Sukuna was lying. Yuuji barely was dipping into the subspace, and you know his limits well enough. Sukuna was out because he wants to be out with you. But alas, you want to see how far this will go, so you continue to play with him. A fake pout covers your face and you sigh. “Those were Yuujis favorite cuffs, was that necessary?” Not a lie. 

Sukuna dramatically stretches his hands out, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. He still remains on his knees. “Annoying things. Not like they would work on me.”

“Yeah, because they weren't for you.”

He stares at you, flashing his teeth. “He could have broken out of them too.”

“But he wouldn't have. He is good.” Your foot presses on his thigh, where it was previously resting, and Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you. You were into this, he could tell. 

But he wasnt going to let you know, that he was also strangely intrigued as to what was going on right here. So, he rolls his eyes, and shifts under your foot, but doesn't move completely. “Doesnt fucking matter. Whatever. Brats pathetic.”

“He’s not. Dont be an ass,” You sigh, leaning back into your chair, and cracking a smile at the ceiling while you think about the scene that is about to unfold. Never would you have thought he would be coming to you. You always had small fantasies of fucking Sukuna, but you would never act on them, frankly because you knew that the curse wasnt interested. He was the one to nearly spit on the two of you during these times. But now, the cards were in his hands.

Sukuna’s hands creep onto your lower leg, and you try your best to ignore it. His nails gently scratch over your skin, and you dont dare to move. Instead, you let out a dramatic breath, and then press onto his thigh again. “Now what do I do…” You, very obviously, prompt, and Sukuna wants to roll his eyes.

“You want me to fuck you, that right?” He in turn teases, seeing if you will take the bait. The both of you are teetering on ice, waiting for eachothers next move.

To this, you lean forward, resting your arms on your knees so that you are face to face with the curse. He doesn't even flinch, just stares with an amused expression, while your fingers trail along his jaw. “But thats not what you want, is it?” You purr, face nearly inches from his. “And besides…Thought you hated me?”

He grins at you, smile borderline predatory. “I do. You make my vessel do disgusting things.”

“You watch us a lot, don't you Sukuna?”

He falters for a second, and then suddenly he feels your foot moves from his thigh, and toward his boxers. Yuuji was only wearing his black briefs when he was sent to Sukuna's domain. “Do you get off to it?”

The familiar glare replaces the smile, and his nails dig into your skin, harsh in warning, but not enough to draw blood. “As if. You two make me sick. You are corrupting the brat. You're disgusting.”

He can tell he is beginning to tick you off, but he does not mind, especially the way your foot slowly begins to press down on his cock. “Then why are you here Sukuna?”

“To fuck you,” He quips, rolling his eyes as if it was the obvious – he did already tell you this. The hand on your leg doesn't let up, and he hitches a breath when you step almost uncomfortably hard on him. A shiver runs down his spine, and he loathes the fact that maybe he is getting off to this.

“And why would I allow you to?”

But alas, his pride would never let up. “Allow me to? You think you can tell me what to do all of the sudden. I could kill you in a heartbeat.”

You roll your eyes at his bared teeth and the narrowed red eyes that are looking up toward you. “You are the one kneeling before me.” 

He doesn't move from his position and the two of you stare in silence. You restrain from voicing your approval, not wanting to piss the already tempermental curse off. 

Sukuna sighs and taps on the skin of your leg, signalling you to continue. “Get on with it. I want to see how gross your desires can be.”

“Will you be good for me and listen?”

“Is that what the boy does?”

You cock your head to the side, fighting the urge to furrow your eyebrows at him. “Yuuji? You know the answer to that question, you voyeur.”

The curse pinches at his brow, obviously peeved by your statement, and you cant help but giggle lightly at hin. “Not a voyeur. Just want…Whatever. Now for fucks sake, do something. Yes, yes I'll listen, do you want me to bark or some shit? I am not as pathetic and moldable as your other toy.”

The slap comes quick, sending a stinging sensation to his cheek, and Sukunas eyes nearly pop out of his head. He slowly brings his hands up to his face, touching the now pinkened skin, before turning to you. He didnt even have time to process it, or get angry about it, before you spoke. "Enough with the insults to Yuuji. Are you looking for some sort of attention?”

“Fuc-”

Another slap directly to the same spot, and Sukuna knows this time that he could have blocked it. You were a human, your attacks were slow, weak. But he didnt block. He let you do this. He was going mad, he had to be. 

His face stings, and your hand comes forward to grip at his jaw. He tries to hide a wince, but you watch him clench his teeth together. “Are you done?”

He had two choices in the matter. One to keep, willingly, Sukuna notes with much hesitancy, get slapped around, or he can get his dick possibly wet. He came for the latter, and so he will abide, even if it damaged his pride. He looks away, and that is the best answer you'll get. “Good. Well that was easy. Does your face hurt?”

Sukuna barks a laugh, and you raise your eyebrows. “Do you have any perception of how weak you are?”

You raise your hand up immediately to strike, and the curse flinches, preparing for what was to come next. But you just keep your hand there, eyes widening in glee, while Sukuna borderline growls. He doesn't say anything though, so you lower your hand, and rest it on his head. The act causes his whole body goes rigid, but he continues to remain silent.

“I want you to put your hands behind your back.” Your first command toward him, and Sukuna, as embarrassing as it is, feels his heart begin to pound. His mouth goes dry, and he slowly releases them from your leg and slides them behind him, his wrists crossing over. 

A playful smile pulls at your lips, and you lean over to him, ruffling up his hair as if he was some sort of dog to be pet. “Good little curse!”

Sukuna's heart pounds in his chest, and he begins to grow restless. His cock throbbed pathetically at the words, and he was embarrassed to admit that the praise felt nice. Different than the deranged pleasure he felt from the slap, and the harsh tone, but….Good overall. He nods with a scoff. “Yeah, yeah. Can you fucking hurry up.”

His hips gently buck into the pad of your sock, and you try your best to stay calm. He was liking it, all of it was so weird, but endearing, so you didnt move to stop him. “Are you getting frustrated, ‘kuna?”

The nickname has him catching his breath, and shifting on the pads of feet. The tone of your voice was sickenly sweet, and if he allowed himself to, Sukuna could melt into it. He tries to hold some of his dignity. “N-No,” He stutters out, and then curses under his breathe of how stupid he must sound. He quickly recuperates himself. “What do you want from me, you sick fuck?”

“Anything I want?”

“Don't hold your breath.”

You slowly remove your foot from his crotch, and the curse bites his tongue to hold back a complaint. He watches your eyes travel to the ceiling, lost in thought, before you turn back to him with a small grin. “Take your boxers off, and then put your hands back where they were. Exactly where they were.”

Sukuna was not shy, and neither were you, so he is quick to remove the article of clothing. Though of course this was Sukuna, so it was unnecessarily dramatic. He slices the thin fabric open with a single nail, and then throws the useless cloth away. Then he sighs when he looks down. “Of course the brat is small.”

Yuuji was many things, but small was definitely not one of them. He is well over the average size, and it was borderline intimidating. If Sukuna was calling Yuuji small then you didnt even want to know what the curse was carrying. “Small compared to your inhuman-freakish cock?”

“-s”

Your furrow you eyebrows and hum in question.

Sukunas grin is cocky, his body reeking of arrogance, even if he was the one kneeling. “You forgot the “s”. Cocks. Plural.”

Your face controrts to first shock, fear, and then finally lands on distain. “That's disgusting.”

“You say that now but when you are drooling on them later–” Another slap across the face, and Sukuna actually didn't see this one coming. It stuns him speechless for a moment, but then he shivers, cupping his cheek with one of his hands. His eyes flicker to you, but they don't hold any disdain in them – he simply just watches, curious of your next move.

He fails to notice the glob of precum that falls onto the floor after the slap. “Ah, are you leaking Sukuna? Does getting hit turn you on?”

It may be the pain, or may be the psychological aspect of it all. If he says something wrong, he gets punished, and for some reason or another, that drives him insane with desire. He gulps, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. “Of course not. I am not the pervert here.”

“But I bet I could make you do some perverted things.”

His cock, as humiliating as it is, likes the sound of that. It noticeably twitches, and he hopes that more pre doesn't slip out before starting anything. His hands shift from behind his back, but he doesnt dare to move them. “Yeah? How far does your twisted mind go?”

“Far. But I dont want to scare you off too badly tonight,” You sigh, leaning back comfortably in your chair. Sukuna holds off a growl, peeved at how you worded the statement. “Guess you can just hump my leg.”

He laughs, loud and proudly, but your smile withstands. You rest your cheek on your palm, and you wait for the booming laugh to die down. It does, not after long, and slowly when he realizes that you arent joking, the curse glares as you. “Oh fuck off. I told you I am not to be your dog.”

You sigh, and stand up from your chair. “Guess we will end here for the night then. Send Yuuji back when he is well rested.”

A clawed hand wraps around your leg, and Sukuna bares his teeth at you. “Fine. I'll do it. Would you stop being so dramatic?” He gets out through clenched teeth.

You nod and sit back down in your chair, kicking your leg out. Sukuna eyes it, as if unsure of what to do. “Mount it,” You encourage, shaking your limb ever so gently.

“I know how to, you fucking idiot,” He bites, and then slowly uses his knees to push himself forward. His red eyes lock onto yours, and he stares at you the entire time as he straddles you. Your foot rests beneath his body, and his cock barely grazes your lower knee. One hand rests on the back of your leg for security, and the other onto the edge of your chair.

You gulp, and move your leg upward, pinning his cock in between his stomach and the skin of your leg. The curse doesnt dare to move, and he holds a wince when he glances at the glob that drips from his tip and smears onto your leg. A token sign that he is unbelievably turned on. “Drooling over me already? I'm flattered.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Bite your tongue before I rip it off.” 

You don't even flinch at the threat, instead applying more force upward, making the curse curl inward on himself as he tries to lift his hips upward, away from the foot. “Get on with it,” You command, leaving no room for complaints. 

His eyes flicker toward you when he hears the strictness in your tone, and he blinks when you glare at him. He gulps, ignoring the pleasant shiver that runs down his spine. But he doesn't dwell on it, because you lower your leg again, and he is free to move. His hands feel strangely shaky, but he hides it well, not wanting to know how much power, Sukuna is discovering quickly, you have over him. 

He lines his cock to the middle of your leg, and thrusts forward without much hesitancy. The skin is soft, and it glides over with little resistance, and Sukuna’s eyes are glued to the spot. 

Its strange, not as pleasurable like all the previous women he has fucked, nor a warm throat, but for some reason or another, it sends his head spinning.

His hips retreat, and they push themselves upward against the plush of your leg. Eventually he falls into a steady motion, entranced by his actions. It's pathetic, and gross, but why did it feel so good? A leg shouldnt be pleasurable –  it doesnt wrap around his cock like he wants it to, but it is strangely addicting. 

He realizes quickly why it feels that way – Sukuna is no idiot. He likes the psychological part behind it. He likes that he is kneeling for you, and getting off to something so measly as this. It makes him feel gross compared to you – nothing more than skum, and you, must be some sort of god. It turns him on so much he can barely stand it.

His head falls forward, and it taps onto your thigh. His whole body seems to tremble, and the timing of his thrusts seems to pick up – they are quicker, frantic, and his cock nearly slides off more than it should. 

Your fingers fall to his head, and this time he doesnt move, in fact he seems to melt into the touch. This was weird, and you were both intrigued, and slightly scared. “You really seem to be liking this, huh?”

He doesn't respond for a long second, maneuvering his fingers to hold onto the back of your  leg with his thumbs left in front of the limp. It provides a makeshift “O” and finally the curse feels like he is actually fucking something, rather than just grinding. “There ya go,” He mumbles to himself, as if lost in a trance. His cock slides itself between your leg and his thumbs, and its driving him insane.

When he doesnt respond, you tug backward on his hair, forcing him to look up at you. To your surprise, he doesnt glare at you, nor let out a biting remark; instead, the curse moans. Its low, and holds a sort of vibration to it, but definitely there. “Oh you fucking freak.”

He lets out a lazy grin, neck uncomfortably craned upward. You watch the way he licks at his teeth, and he breathes out, “More.”

You press your leg deeper into him, and Sukuna in response lets out another gutteral moan, except this one holds a whine to it. The sound travels straight to your groin, and you sit up in your chair, eyes slightly widening. “What changed, king? Dont tell me your getting off to grinding against a mere human peasant like me?”

He lets out a small, breahthless laugh, but doesnt dare stop his motions. “Just this once. Just this once let me, and th-then I swear you are dead.”

Your leg is glistening in some small areas, from when he leaked and spread it into the skin with his tip. He stares at your face the entirety of it, even when you look away to glance at his cock. “But ‘kuna, whose leg will you frot against if you kill me? Aw dont tell me, youll find another to cling to. Y’know I am the only one who can take care of you.”

You drop his head and he goes back to resting his forehead on your knee. His pants are warm against your leg, and you feel him shake his head.

You are right of course. He would never dare show another this side of him to another. He doesnt want to either, even if he never would admit it outloud. “J-Just stop it. Please.”

Please was not in the king of curses vocabulary. Your eyes widen with glee. “How much do you like it? Tell me, does my leg feel good?”

“Does. Fuck. Fuck, I hate you. I hate you.” He nods his head into your leg, hiding his face. His body turns a shade similar to his hair, and it begins to glisten with sweat from his movements. He lets out small breathless moans, and stares at the tip moving up and down the fake color.

His body seems to curl around you your limb, as if trying to trap it in his hold. His lips, much to your surprise, press themselves to your knee and you can hear the smallest chant.  “Love it. ‘S mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

You raise your eyebrows at the deranged, borderline creepy words.  “So you hate me, but love my leg? Don't tell me you got some strange fetish.”

You feel his canines hover over the space just above your knee, a small warning from the curse. You blink at him, surprised by the small resistance, but dont do much. He licks at the flesh a second later, and pulls away. You have to bite back a laugh.

His hands by this point have dropped, and are instead clawing at your chair. He doesnt need them anymore, considering that he is so close to you that that his stomach and your leg are stimulating him on both sides.

“Fuck. I'm close,” Sukuna mumbles into your skin, pressing himself impossibly closer. You wish you had your phone to take a picture – he was basically cradling your leg as if it was some sort of prized possession.

“Are you asking me for permission?”

“N-No. ‘m not. Can I?” He paws at your thighs, nails threatening to dig into your skin. Of course he would never, at least not in this meager state.

“No.”

He bares his teeth at you and glares, but his eyes convey his true feeling: panicked. His pace doesn't slow though, and your leg is now sticky from the amount of precum lost. “I-Im going to whether you like it or not. Fuck. Fuck you. I hate you. Ngh, can you just–just agree!”

His mouth is back onto your knee, sending it sloppy kisses, and small bites. His tip is pulsing red, and it begins to throb. His legs were beginning to tremble, and he tries to focus on not cumming. For some unknown reason, Sukuna wants you to allow him to.

“But you were a brat all day? Boys who threaten death, dont deserve certain privileges,” You hum, and then run your fingers through his hair. “But I am a mere human, and you the king of curses. Why would you listen to my commands?” 

Sukuna bites his lip, immediately tearing blood. It dribbles down his chin, but he is quick to wipe it off, and reheal himself. His brows furrow and he scowls at the floor. The only noises let out are the grunts of his movements, and the moans that seem to get higher in pitch with each coming second. 

He is lost in thought. The curse doesnt understand why he wants permission, but he needs it. He cant cum without it, it was bound to dissapoint you if he did. The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, and finally, the pathetic words that he has been thinking this entire night come spilling out. “Cause I want you to! Command me, give me orders, do something to me. J-Just I–fuck! I need it!” 

“Why?”

He was growing frustrated and more panicked as the seconds go by. He was moments from cumming. “Because I–I ngh–Want to please you! Would you just fucking…” He warbles, praying that tears don't come. “Let me cum. I beg you. Let me. I'll do anything.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, and blood flows to your crotch. His watery eyes blink up at you, and he continues to rut against you, like some sort of dog. But thats what he is, or seems to want to be. So, you cock your head to the side, and provide him with a lazy grin. “Go ahead, Fido.”

His red eyes seem to light up at the approval, and he nods to himself as if bewildered by your agreement. But, he does follow through with the plea, and suddenly he is cumming. His whole body trembles, and he holds onto your leg with such force that you have to slide your hands on to of his, in a slight warning to be gentle. Cum shoots out onto your leg, but you can barely see it, considering his body has caved in on himself. He continues to rub himself out even through it all, as he pants into your knee. The curse wears a lazy grin through it all, and lets out small high in pitch moans. 

He collapses backward, landing on his ass and panting to catch his breath. You glance away for a second, at most two, to look at the cum stained on your leg. A chuckle falls from your lips. 

When Sukuna recovers, he goes straight back to scowling at you. In a heartbeat, he stands over you, borderline growling at you. His nails dig into your shoulders, and your eyes widen at the quickness of it all. Then he leans forward, a near inch away from your ear he whispers, “Don't get your hopes up. This will never happen again. Do you hear me?”

His nail presses uncomfortably hard into your skin, and so you are forced to nod. And with that your vision goes black.

For the next two weeks, Sukuna doesnt conjure up on Yuujis body anytime you are around. You dont mind it too much – it did save you from bickering with the arrogant prick. But to be honest, you were a little disappointed, having call his bluff. 

You werent disappointed for long.

Low and behold, two weeks later from the incident, you find yourself faced to face with the King of Curses, who was already kneeling before you. 

He glares at you, teeth on full display, as if he didnt realize what position he has put you guys in. “If you mention this to anyone, I will tear you to shreds.” Is all that he says.

But you arent too picky. So you grin, and hold your leg out.

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[mazzystar24]

Disgusting

https://x.com/deanchwita/status/1805905625890595067?s=46

The way I had no wifi when I got this and sacrificed the last of my data only to run out before I can type anything so had to write it legit in my notes app

Every day in the 911 fandom I’m terrorised by abhorrent takes on sexuality from straight people and abhorrent takes on racism from white people for real I wanna shake some people and say stick to your lane and stop talking over the actual people who experience this stuff

Twitter really is the cesspool cos I don’t have it but y’all send this stuff to me in my asks and I’m like wow a new low? who knew you can bring a shovel and dig even when you’re so low you’re in the pits of hell

As usual we all know it’s bullshit and disgusting but let’s dive into why it’s bullshit and disgusting:

“Sexuality equals attraction not necessarily being in love with the person”

Oof atp they’re making me mad mad

Be so fucking for real rn

And is attraction defined by sexual history??? Do you know how many queer people you just insulted?

Also COMP HET COMP HET COMP HET a person may think they were attracted to someone but it’s only cos they were doing what was expected of them one of my lesbian friends would actively pick a guy to have a crush on

Also michael literally had multiple children and was married to Athena for years and yall aren’t going around being like hmm he’s straight

Also what happened to bisexuality or other queer identities???

Also I’m adding this post abt why using Eddie sex life is just the most abhorrent take

But yeah to that dumb twitter user attraction and love are different things and 1. Not being able to feel one or the other toward the opposite gender is indicative of some form of queerness 2. And comp het is also a different thing 🥰

Anyways I think imma stop reiterating this stuff (unless I feel like a rant🤩) cos 1. I’ve blocked all the people with abhorrent takes on tumblr and I don’t think there is much overlap anyways so they’re not seeing this 2. They are fully rage baiting or just being stupid on purpose atp cos no way they can’t grasp basic concepts of sexuality or queer experiences

The truth is they get the queer codedness of Eddie but think denying it would discourage buddie fans and sorta boost a certain ship more

Like so many people headcanon Ravi as queer and like there is no real queer codedness to him and no one is making fucking straight Ravi edits or like longass posts abt the evidence against it BECAUSE ITS NOT A THREAT TO THEIR SHIP

anyways I just think idiots preaching abt rep or homophobia should stop being heteronormative as fuck in most of their debates and racist in the others

[devilofthehounds]

God Eater 3 Character Novel | Beginning of a Vow: Chapter 2

[image id: A novel cover. Hugo Pennywort from God Eater 3 is leaning against the bars of a prison cell. He is holding up his hand and looking at one of his armlets as if reminiscing. On the other side of the bars is a faded image of a young Hugo looking off into the distance. The text, when translated into English, reads “God Eater 3 Character Novel | Chapter 1: Hugo Edition | Beginning of a Vow”. /end id]

This is a fan translation. Original text here.

Masterpost 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

After losing my parents in the Calamity, I wandered through the wilderness as a refugee until I arrived at a satellite base.

The base was small, with only a few dozen residents, but the people living there were all those who had lost their families and homes in the Calamity. The bonds between those who knew the same pain were incredibly strong.

When I arrived at the base, I was at my limit, both physically and mentally.

But everyone there shared what little supplies they had, and thanks to that, I somehow managed to recover. I was welcomed as a member of the base and gained a new family.

More than anything, I wanted to repay everyone's kindness. And so, alongside some other kids who felt the same way, we formed the five-member "Self-Proclaimed Satellite Base Defense Team".

As we spent our days helping everyone at the base, we'd sometimes look up at the narrow sky surrounded by the anti-Aragami armored wall and talk about our shared dream.

"Hey, Hugo, did you hear? There's gonna be a new base near here called a Port. It's gonna be a place that's safe from the Ashlands. They're gathering up lots of God Eaters there!"

My friend's eyes shone with anticipation as they shared the news with me.

"Huh... I wonder if we'll be able to live there."

"Sure we will! So, if we do... Why don't we all take the God Eater aptitude test?"

Their words took everyone by surprise, including me. It wasn't because they were saying something unreasonable.

I hadn't though the chance to make our dream come true would come so soon.

To be able to truly protect this place, as well as those precious to us.

That wish was the dream we shared as the defense team.

God Eaters. The protectors of mankind who devoured the raging gods. Our dream was beginning to take shape.

In the past, only a select few could become God Eaters, but now I'd heard they were actively recruiting new ones.

"But wouldn't that mean... we'd have to fight Aragami?"

We all looked at each other. Soon, our dream could become reality.

When I had that thought, the first thing I felt was... fear.

During my journey to the satellite base, I'd seen lots of adults killed by Aragami.

To those without power, they were death itself.

Even if I did become a God Eater, would I really be able to stand up to them with only the strength of a child? I was filled with worry and indecision. No doubt the others felt the same way.

But.

"...Let's take the test."

As I spoke, I locked eyes with my friends.

"It does sound kinda scary, but... together, there's no way we'll lose! Right?"

I smiled, trying to push down my fear.

The dream we held in our hearts wasn't so weak that it'd succumb to the fear of Aragami.

With them by my side, I truly believed I could overcome anything.

"Hugo... Yeah, you're right! Our team's unbeatable! Let's do it!"

"Alright! The five of us will be the satellite base defense team for real!"

"Yeah!"

As our voices rang out, we raised our fists high in the sky.

That was when it happened.

The ground shook as the armored wall opened, and three black trucks entered the base.

Adults in uniforms wearing red armlets stepped out of the trucks.

"We are God Eaters from Port Pennywort! In order to confront the looming threat of the Ashlands, we will now select candidates for the AGE aptitude test. We expect your full cooperation!"

Immediately after he said that, adults with guns poured into the base.

"Whoa... God Eaters from a Port! Let's go!"

Right as we were talking about Ports and God Eaters, this happened. We rushed out to the adults' trucks with anticipation.

But then—

"Five brats... Right, then. You're coming with us."

"Huh...? Ow, that hurts! W-What are you doing?!"

Suddenly, my arm was grabbed, and I was torn away from the others.

"H-Hey! Didn't you come to take everyone?!"

No one answered. Without giving me a second glance, the man shoved me into a truck and immediately locked it.

It was hard to tell from the outside, but the inside of the truck was dark with no source of light, reinforced by a cage-like lattice.

Sunlight barely filtering in through the gap in the doors revealed a faint glimpse of the inside of the truck.

Amongst miscellaneous pieces of luggage, kids around my age were sitting on the ground, holding their knees and looking down.

I could hear the adults in the base protesting outside.

But the doors didn't open again. The sound of the truck starting drowned out everyone's voices.

"Hey, wait a minute... Hey! Open the door!"

No matter how much I yelled, there was no response.

I heard the armored wall open and close, and I knew we were outside the base.

In a matter of minutes, my world had completely changed.

"Huh...? What is this...? What the heck is this...?"

The dark cage was filled with stagnant air, as if in the depths of despair.

None of the other kids looked up. Only their sobbing echoed in the darkness.

"...H-Hey, are you okay?"

I looked over and called out to the kid next to me, but they didn't say a word.

"Were you guys thrown in here, too? Where did you come from?"

I called out so that everyone in the truck could hear me. But still, no response.

I was struck with an indescribable anxiety, as if I was the only one unaware of our fate.

Even so, I still wanted to get through to someone. I crouched down beside another kid and tried to look them in the eye.

"Hey—"

But the words died in my mouth.

Their face was freshly bruised, as if they'd been beaten.

Their eyes, murky and devoid of light, silently turned towards me.

"Did... Did they do that to you?"

They cast their eyes down in affirmation. A chill went down my spine.

To go so far as to hurt a kid like this? And for what?

Those adults said something about confronting the looming threat of the Ashlands.

No way... Were we being taken to the Ashlands now?

Using violence to keep us from resisting—because we were kids who were going to die anyway?

My breathing became ragged as the images of despair in my head slowly became reality.

It was awful. Even though my eyes had been shining with dreams just minutes earlier, the moment I felt the presence of loneliness and death, I couldn't stop my body from shaking.

"My... My name is Hugo! Where did you guys come from?"

I had to say something, and fast. I couldn't stand being alone. All I had were these awful feelings washing over me.

I wouldn't care if it was a flimsy bond. I wanted a friend I could lean on, right here, right now.

"Don't worry! You're not alone! There's nothing to be afraid of! Hey!"

Name. Family. Where are you from? What do you like? What is your dream?

Anything. I wanted a response. I wanted a connection.

I wanted to be reminded that I wasn't alone.

But even though I called out to everyone there, in the end, no one responded.

"Hey... Please... Someone, please say something..."

Even my own voice seemed to fade into the darkness. Wrapped in heavy silence, I was unable to resist the feelings of vertigo and weakness in my body. I slumped to the floor, my back against the wall.

Were the other members of the defense team put on a different truck?

Or were they still at the base, worrying about me being taken away?

Could it be... I'd never see them again?

No matter how much I thought, I couldn't find any hope. Feeling my heart slowly grow colder, my eyes drifted, following the light that was coming in so thinly, as if it would disappear at any moment.

Just then—

In the corner of the truck, I noticed there was someone behind the loaded luggage.

Someone I hadn't called out to yet. It was possible they wouldn't listen, just like the others.

Even with that in mind, I staggered to my feet and headed in the direction of the thin light.

Leaving someone behind is no good. If we don't help each other, we can't survive in this world.

That's why we start by reaching out to each other. The people at the base had taught me that.

The kid seemed so scared crouched behind the luggage, his hood pulled so far over his head that I couldn't even see his face.

"...What are you doing back here?"

I moved the luggage out of the way and tried to get closer to him.

But he stiffened and jumped back further into the corner like a scared mouse, his wary gaze silently warning me.

"Heheh... I won't hurt you. I'm Hugo. And you?"

Sitting in the thin light, I let my voice echo once more in the dusty void.

He probably wouldn't respond anyway.

But even so, I decided to stay with him.

One kid sobbing in fear. Another so immersed in emptiness they couldn't even respond.

In this place full of people waiting to die, there was only one person.

Only this one person showed me the will to live.

"...Luca."

For a moment, I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"...Huh?"

The kid was looking at me from behind his hood. He looked me in the eye and answered my call.

"Nice to meet you... Hugo."

I felt like I had found hope.

For sure, there was someone here, calling my name in the darkness.

The moment I felt that, an unbelievable warmth spread through my frozen heart.

"...Ah... R-Right! Nice to meet you, Luca!"

I wiped away my tears—from relief, perhaps—before they could spill over. I took Luca's hand.

"Luca, how did you get here? Do you know anything about those adults?"

"...My family died in the Calamity... I was the only one who survived. I was alone, running from an Aragami, when I got picked up by this truck."

"I see... You, too..."

"They're probably going to take us out to the Ashlands now. Are we... going to die there...?"

Anxiously, he squeezed my hand. I immediately squeezed it back tighter.

He, too, had been in cold despair.

Unlike me, he'd been alone for a long time, unable to find a place to call home.

Then I had to protect him. Just as everyone at the base had done for me.

This time, I...

"It'll be okay. No matter what happens, I won't die. I won't let you die, either."

It was a vow akin to a wish. I didn't want to lose any more connections.

"...Really?"

"Yeah. We're not gonna die, I promise you that."

Staring back into my eyes, Luca finally gave me a small smile.

Eventually, the truck pulled over. A flurry of activity began outside.

The doors opened, and several adults started yelling at us.

The other kids must have felt as though the gates of hell had opened.

But the two of us stood up, holding hands.

From the darkness, we headed out into a world full of light.

With our own feet and our own will, we took our first steps.

Translator's Note

[doomxdriven]

post 3-5 songs that remind you of your muse. repost, don’t reblog.

Jin Edition™

1. Metallica - The Unforgiven

what i've felt, what i've known \\ never shined through in what i've shown \\ never be, never see \\ won't see what might have been \\ never free, never me \\ so i dub thee "unforgiven" \\ he tries to please them all, this bitter man he is \\ throughout his life the same, he's battled constantly \\ this fight he cannot win, a tired man they see no longer cares \\ the old man then prepares to die regretfully \\ that old man here is me, yeah

2. Brand New - 451

i'm awake, there's no part to play \\ drinking drano, smoking grass, one under the pass \\ what we saw in the woods that day, repeat 60 cycle delay \\ swallow the pitch that flows from the earth \\ soft spot, lightning rod, my paint is peeling \\ a million suns won't fill you up if you can't see the wine flowing over your cup \\ last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling \\ pass the plate and you sit back down \\ go back to your hole in the woods under ground

3. Foo Fighters - All My Life

all my life, i've been searchin' for somethin' \\ somethin' never comes, never leads to nothin' \\ nothin' satisfies, but i'm gettin' close \\ closer to the prize at the end of the rope \\ all night long, i dream of the day when it comes around, then it's taken away \\ leaves me with the feelin' that i feel the most \\ feel it come to life when i see your ghost \\ and if i give it a twist \\ somethin' to hold when i lose my grip \\ will i find somethin' in there? \\ to give me just what i need? \\ another reason to bleed, one by one, hidden up my sleeve

4. My Chemical Romance - Foundations of Decay

see the man who stands upon the hill, he dreams of all the battles won \\ but fate had left its scars upon his face, with all the damage they had done \\ and so time with age it turns the page \\ let the flesh submit itself to gravity \\ let our bodies lay, mark our hearts with shame \\ let our blood in vain, you find god in pain \\ now, if your convictions were a passing faith, may your ashes feed the river in the morning rays \\ and as the vermin crawls, we lay in the foundations of decay

5. Taking Back Sunday - Bullet With Butterfly Wings

the world is a vampire, sent to drain \\ secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames \\ and what do i get, for my pain? \\ betrayed desires, and a piece of the game \\ even though I know - i suppose i'll show all my cool and cold - like old job \\ despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage \\ someone will say what is lost can never be saved

*. Honorable Mention - Chevelle - The Red (i mean how couldn't i list it, its literally the song on his character page lmao)

they say 'freak', when you're singled out \\ the red, well, it filters through \\ so lay down, the threat is real \\ when his sight goes red again \\ seeing red again \\ this change he won't contain

tagged by: @inun4ki TYSM FRIEND!! GOOD SHIT tagging: @glacialsin (or do i tag @mementohub ??) and uhhh tbh whoever wants to do this and actually read this far down go right ahead SDFHJGJGHSDFJSDGHFGHJDSFSDGHJ

[mirllop]

a fic hotpot?? hehe, don't mind if i do~

i hope you don't mind the direction i took it! i left it open-ended too, does anyone else want to add to the hotpot? :)

TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR: i really loved the concepts in the original fic! thank you for writing this awesome piece and leaving it open for us to add to 😊 ❤️ as a little note, I did take liberty with the timeline. I placed them back in class 1-A (in the fic above, you implied that they were 2-A) and I edited the four months thing to eight months. I'm so sorry! I hope you don't mind. It just worked better for what I had in mind.

•• –– ••

Those stupid extras, playing that stupid prank on him. Why did it matter, anyway? But the pit in his stomach kept growing.

Hmph. He was just looking out for Deku. As a future hero, you couldn't just choose anyone to date. The media would be all over it. Yeah. He was just protecting the image of class 1-A.

Everyone was still staring at him as he boiled his own personal stew of rage, anxiety, and nausea. "What the fuck are you all staring at?" He growled, the threat of explosions making the bystanders turn their heads away.

"K-Kacchan?" Wide green eyes found his, filled with worry and... was that fucking pity? Better not be, you damn nerd.

"Hmph."

––

Maybe stomping away and leaving Deku's question open-ended wasn't the greatest option, because everyone was whispering at lunch. And unfortunately, his go-to "Shut the fuck up, all of you," wasn't working.

"Bakubro, what happened this morning? Mina said ––" Kirishima started, glancing warily at his explosion-prone hands.

"You think you can trust a single thing that bitch says?"

Kirishima shrugged. She is our friend, were the unspoken words.

Kaminari looked at his tray and muttered, "She told him Midoriya was dating someone from another class... and he freaked out."

"Shut the hell up, Dunce Face," Bakugou popped a few explosions off.

"Do you maybe think you're overreacting, Bakugou?" Kirishima ventured. He'd always been the one to stand up to Bakugou, to say what was on his mind, to offer that helping hand despite it always being slapped away.

"No! It's fucking Deku! He can't just date––" Bakugou cut himself off, realizing his next words would probably be disastrous. "––some random extra. Plus, that isn't even the fucking point. Racoon Eyes lied." When everyone stared at him confused, he stood up with his tray. "This is pointless. Fuck off."

He knew what he was doing, dammit.

––

"Kacchan?" A knocking at his door pulled him out of his mathematics tunnel vision. "Kacch––"

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Can I come in?"

"No."

A distant chorus of laughter echoed from the downstairs common room, and it sure as hell felt like the universe was aiming those laughs right at him. What a dumb predicament.

"Please? I just want to talk to you. About earlier, I––"

"Go. Away."

"Then I'll just say what I have to say out here." Oh, great. His determined voice. Now Bakugou really wasn't escaping this nerd's rambling. "I... please don't get mad at me for saying what I'm about to say. I care about you, but... you can't control who I date. If I found someone from another class, why would it matter?" He paused. Bakugou gave no response. "I'm sorry Mina played that prank on you. I really had nothing to do with it and would have told her it was a bad idea."

"Are you done?"

"Kacchan. Please. I'm trying. Can you try? I know you're capable."

Silence. Bakugou didn't know how to respond to that. Despite his anger, Bakugou could recognize the logic. And he fucking hated that Deku actually sounded right.

"Fine. It was dumb. There, you happy?" He growled.

"Thank you, Kacchan," Izuku murmured. The fragility in that voice...

"You don't have to keep standing there like a weirdo-creep. Just come in already."

His untouched math homework lay mocking him. Oh, screw you.

The green-haired boy crept in and sat on the floor. Bakugou noticed that he didn't even take two steps inside the space. He was scared. The explosive blond sneered in annoyance.

A few moments of silence blanketed them uncomfortably before Midoriya spoke. "Why did it bother you so much to hear I was dating someone?"

"Fuck off. Don't make me kick you out."

"Kacchan."

Katsuki refused to look at him. "It's just... I don't know. I don't like the thought of you dating some extra." He mumbled.

"O-oh," Midoriya mumbled after a few seconds ticked by. "I just thought you were angry, you know, because you hate new people in your life, and––"

"Stop rambling. It–– they wouldn't... deserve you." His rough voice traveled through the small space and needled itself directly into Izuku's heart. Shiny rays of hope wove through him–– and old shoots of hope, ones he had uprooted so desperately out of self-preservation a long time ago, stirred.

Something Bakugou had said earlier struck him suddenly. Some random bitch you couldn't have even known longer than eight fucking months? What the fuck, Deku?"

The only person he'd known here more than eight months was him.

"Y-You mentioned time as a factor. Kacchan, did you... you just seemed so angry. Who would I date that I've known longer than––"

"Get out. GET OUT."

"Just talk to me, Kacchan!"

Pop. Pop. Warning explosions lit up in Bakugou's palms, familiar reminders of what the warrior could do. "Get the fuck out of my room right now."

And while Bakugou usually existed in a constant state of varying degrees of anger, this outburst was not like his usual outbursts. It was hotter. Wilder. Ready to devour and burn anyone who came close.

Midoriya knew he'd lost. The door that had opened was now firmly closing shut. All he had wanted was to build a bridge, but the raging fire on the other side had set it ablaze the minute he tried to set in a support beam.

An empty, sickened feeling filled him.

He hauled himself to his feet, muscles aching in protest. Turned his back and stepped through the door.

Red eyes watched as he closed it behind him.

Fic hotpot-(unfinished, add to it if ya want)

In which Mina is a fucking bitch(and Katsuki loves her for it)

“Morning, Bakubabe!”

Mina’s here early, Katsuki thinks. The first one to make it into class, only after Katsuki himself.

Weird. Usually its Izuku walking in a few minutes after Katsuki, with Mina dashing in with seconds to spare before class starts.

The mischievous glint in her eye makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise up like a cat. She’s fucking up to something, as usual. Goddamnit.

It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to figure out what.

His ears manage to drown out her mindless chatter until a certain set of words cut like a knife through his consciousness, throwing him backward and reeling, trying to catch up.

His eyes go wide.

“Wait-fucking-what?”

“Huh?-wait. He seriously didn’t tell you? I heard from Shira-san in 1-A last night that her and Midoriya were dating! Isn’t that just the cutest!” The bitch has the nerve to clasp her hands together and sigh like a lovesick school girl. Katsuki barely even notices.

“He fucking-he, he’s fucking dating someone? What the fuck?” Katsuki’s breathing stutters, his mind swimming with so many thoughts, so many feelings he couldn’t understand, couldn’t place, couldn’t-what the fuck.

What the fuck.

What the FUCK.

Mina is staring at him with her beady fucking eyes, with the biggest shittiest grin he’d ever seen on the girl.

He could care less in the face of his sudden panic.

“Good morning Kacc-oh! Morning Mina! You’re here early!” Izuku walks in then and has the balls to act normal. As if he wasn’t fucking dating someone right in front of him.

What the fuck.

Katsuki abruptly stands, shoving his desk away, just because it seems like the right thing to do in the situation. He’s stalking up and staring Izuku down with the fire of a thousand suns before he even knows what’s happening.

“You’re fucking DATING someone? What the actual FUCK?! I-what-fucking- what the goddamn everloving fuck? Some goddamn extra from 1A? What the fuck? You’re really so fucking horny you’d settle for some random bitch you couldn’t have even known longer than four fucking months? What the fuck, Deku?” Katsuki is seething, barking his grievances in Izuku’s face with all the restraint of a rabid dog. If his vision hadn’t tunneled so badly in the moment he might have seen Mina staring at the two of them with a look of absolute unhinged joy.

Deku has the gall to look confused.

“I-Kacchan-what? I’m not-who-wha-“

“Fucking Shira-bitch? Are you fucking kidding me? Gonna lie right to my fucking face? How fucking long, Deku?”

“Shira-who? Kacchan i dont-I’m not dating anyone. I don’t even- there is no-who is Shira-san?” De-Izuku has the audacity to look confused at Katsuki’s accusations. Not a hint of dishonesty marring the green haired boy’s stupid features.

The realization smacks him right across the face.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

This fucking BITCH.

“YOU!”

Katsuki whirls around on the alien bitch and Mina yelps, moving to dodge from one of his explosions, barely managing to escape with a bit of fringed hair before Izuku grabs his arms from behind and holds him in place with blackwhip.

“Kacchan, stop!”

“What the f-that fucking bitch told me you were dating fucking Shira-cunt! Ashido you stupid bitch! I’m gonna melt your fucking shitty stumps right off your goddamn head!”

“KACCHAN! Why would it even matter if i was dating someone! It was just a prank! There isn’t even a Shira-chan in class 1A! Calm down!”

And-didn’t that hit him like a sack of bricks. He deflates in record time and something searing hot settles in the pit of his stomach.

Katsuki feels nauseous.

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

you know what? fuck it. Threat 2.

[yeah, i decided to rewrite Threat a little bit, as to where bonecrusher switches from the 'scared ex-husband fearing for his life' to the 'hyper-revenge-fueled man who's lost his wife to his nemeses'. he's a lot more aggressive this time around, and i forgot most of the original script so you're getting a paraphrasing up until the new bits. enjoy!]

[footmuncher, groundrumbler, nebula and terraterror are in the living room, playing a game of monopoly. they're enjoying themselves, as they should (<3), until a confused bonecrusher rolls into the living room with them.]

BC: where's my wife gone at this time of night?

[terraterror is the first one to respond.]

TT: well, we've just woken up.

GR: -not quite. i've been awake for a couple of hours.-

TT: -when'd you last see her?

BC: in my bed, with me wrapped around her as if i were a boyfriend corset.

RR: [mighty Russian yawn] did someone say 'boyfriend corset'?

BC: oh, hey, roadie. have you seen my wife anywhere?

RR: no, unfortunately.

BC: ...hmm. what if... [indecipherable]

GR: what if what?

BC: what if she was kidnapped by the autobots?

FM: rockie? kidnapped? dude, she's oughta be the biggest, toughest bot i've ever known! she can't've been just snapped up like a piece of candy out of a halloween bowl! impossible.

RR: ...halloween? is that a human tradition?

TT: yeah. either you hand out candy to some fellers dressed up in spooky costumes or you are a feller dressed up in a costume that receives candy from those who hand it out to you. some people are pretty lazy, however, so they set out candy bowls infront of their front door or porch, so you c-

[BANG. A loud screech is heard, with a sword having been shunted through the bunker door. It quickly retreats out the way it came in.]

BC: oh primus.

TT: roadravager. check the door.

RR: 10-4.

[roadravager approaches the door, making as little noise as possible. he checks through the little scar the sword made in the bunker door.]

??: Hey, Roadie! Mind if I come in?

RR: oh, rocketjumper! [he opens the door for her. of course, you already know what happens.] absolutely comrade, come o-AAGH!

[A large sword makes itself known through Roadravager's back, fresh Energon dripping down its length. The poor guy is raised up into the air, and sent into the kitchen counter.]

A!RJ: How are we doing in here, then?

[everyone reacts in different ways. footmuncher hides behind the couch, nebula finds that she's able to teleport through the ceiling and does so, terraterror and groundrumbler ready their weapons against rocketjumper, and bonecrusher's mind 404's.]

TT: rocketjumper, stand down! you're outnumbered!

A!RJ: Hell, doesn't look like it. One o' you's already down, two've you've hid somewhere, and y'all three look pretty fuckin' shook already. 'Specially that prick behind you.

GR: what? bonecrusher? nah, don't worry about him, he's just contemplating all the ways he's gonna skin you alive!

[Rocketjumper lunges forward and snatches up Groundrumbler by his neck.]

A!RJ: What was that, little guy? Speak up this time.

TT: ...bonecrusher? if you could react, now would be the best time.

GR, struggling to breath: you! are fucked! for trying this today!

BC: [he grows a stern expression.] ...alright, well.

[Rocketjumper ALMOST breaks Groundrumbler's neck, yet she's stopped by a mine claw shredding her abdominals. She drops Groundrumbler and stumbles back a little bit.]

[seeing an opportunity while rocketjumper's not looking, terraterror signals footmuncher to get to the terminal and have nebula lazer rocketjumper.]

A!RJ: Finally, a real fi-

BC: yeah, no. here's a warning, you autocunt. i'm only going to say this once, so you'd better listen. get the fuck out of here before i turn you into a tiny little puddle of mercury in a 5 foot crater.

A!RJ: [Tch.] You think you can do anything significant to me, hunchback, then come on and try it. At least you'll go down fighting.

BC: ...y'know i never wanted to do this to you rockie, but if it has to go down this way, so be it.

[bonecrusher and rocketjumper engage in a quite brutal yet quite quick sword/claw duel. buncha deflections, a couple of hits are exchanged. once they're done, rocketjumper's armor is effectively gone and bonecrusher's left arm is left on the floor. terraterror sneaks over to footmuncher, who's gotten to the terminal. footmuncher is tending to roadravager's injuries.]

TT: alright... nebula. need your help.

N: i'm here.

TT: i need you to target the outside of the base. i'm going to have the gang lure rocketjumper outside, so you can bring her down all of her notches. whaddaya think?

N: sounds good. i'll be on standby.

A!RJ: Good to see you've got some fight left in you, skater boy.

BC: ahuh. can't share the sentiment, personally, because i'm LITERALLY BEING MURDERED BY MY OWN EX-FUCKING-WIFE.

A!RJ: Finally, there's some of that world famous rage. So, how're you gonna try to kill me, huh? Have those bastard tanks shell me to death? Put me in a headlock and rip my guts out? What's rocking around in that tiny head of yours, hmm?

BC: well, i've got one thing for you. [he whistles, and kicks rocketjumper hard enough to stumble her into range of... well, the tank battalion.]

BB, from down the hall: FIRE.

[bunkerbuster, doomback and fortslammer throw some shells downrange, hitting rocketjumper in the chest, left foot, and right shoulder. somehow... she's sent flying out of the bunker door. the bunker door is ripped from its hinges and killed due to this. the guys must've had some high-kinetic shells or something, i dunno.]

TT: BRING HER DOWN!!

N: you got it!

[Rocketjumper adjusts her hat, and spits out a mouthful of blood.]

A!RJ: What, you think that's enough to- [She stumbles over.] -to kill me?!

BC, with a... VERY angry expression: TRY LOOKING UP, YOU FUCKIN' IDIOT.

[Rocketjumper looks up at a VERY ORANGE star in the sky, which she comes to learn is not in fact a star. She gets fucking MELTED, near-immediately, not even giving her enough time for a death scream before she's hit. She doesn't even DIE from this.]

N: direct hit. i've done enough in terms of ballistics. gonna film this for the optimuses.

TT: hah. good idea, that'll show 'em.

BC: what was that about murdering you? huh?!

[No answer.]

BC: ANSWER ME, YOU RAT BASTARD.

[Rocketjumper, looking... really melted, to the point that I honestly don't know how to describe her appearance right now, manages to get up on what's left of her feet.]

A!RJ: Still alive, asshole.

BC: down but not out, huh? perfectly fine. here's something you should've thought up before you got kidnapped and brainwashed, you bitch. 'what am i willing to put up with today?' NOT FUCKING THIS. I'M NOT WILLING TO PUT UP WITH MY OWN FUCKIN' WIFE TRYING TO KILL ME BECAUSE, oh I DUNNO, SOME SOON-TO-BE-SCRAPMETAL LOOKIN' ASS CLOWNS DECIDED TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME. WE USED TO HAVE SOMETHIN' TOGETHER, Y'KNOW! [he coughs, not having screamed that much in a while.] i am not going to stand here and pussyfoot around and almost get killed. not today. not yesterday. not tomorrow, and- IT'S NOT HAPPENING. IT NEVER WILL HAPPEN. [he rubs his head.] we used to have something together. you were such a kind lady. i loved you. [saying this, he grows even more enraged, gritting his teeth.] I... arrgh... you are such a piece of shit today. I COULD'VE LET YOU LIVE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN PEACE, AWAY FROM ALL OF YOUR TRAUMA, BUT NO. you can't let that happen. you won't because you've decided you wanted to kill your ex-husband. [he lets out a heavy sigh.] y'know what? do you or do you not have any last words?

A!RJ: [Her eyes flicker red, seemingly telling Bonecrusher that his loving wife is still in there.] Well... no. No, I don't. You've pretty much summed it all up. Y'know, Boney-

BC: YOU DO NOT GET TO CALL ME BY THAT NAME.

A!RJ: [She kneels.] ...apologies. I, uhm... I didn't want to be like this. This... massive, walking Russian bunker of death. For the record, I am sorry for causing such a disturbance today. I probably caused you some turmoil, huh? [She chuckles.]

BC, having calmed down a bit: alright, is that all you've got?

A!RJ: Mhm.

BC: good. rest in peace, babe.

A!RJ: Thanks.

[Another lazer of death comes down from the heavens to vaporize the rest of Rocketjumper for a solid 5 minutes. A 15-foot crater is melted into the ground of Antarctica.]

RR: [coughs up a bit of blood] aw, man. she was such a nice lady too.

MB: [he suddenly lands in the crater, getting some rocketjumper on one of his feet.] ...what happened here?

BC: to sum it up briefly, my wife recently became my ex-wife, tried to kill us, and got melted to hell for it.

MB: i see. sorry for dropping by late. had some business to take care of myself.

TT: don't worry about it, and uh... look up. you've got incoming.

MB: hmm?

[nebula teleports onto one of marrowbomber's shoulders.]

N: hey, dude!

MB: oh, hi there.

BC: ...i'm gonna go visit patchwork. feeling a bit woozy.

RR: allow me to carry you, comrade. i'm not as weak as you right now.

BC: yeah, ye- [he stumbles, roadravager scooping him up before he's able to hit the floor.] ...yeah, alright. god, you're strong.

RR: well, i am russian.

FM: damn right. [he grabs some cubes of energon.]

GR, with a raspy voice: hey, is one of those for [hacking] ...for me?

FM: absolutely.

[and so, with that comes the end of autobot rocketjumper's attempt on bonecrusher's life. everyone settles down, old faces meet new faces, and life goes on. bonecrusher's nightmare realm visits become quite a bit more vicious, unfortunately.]

[alright, post over. have a good one, and thanks for reading.]

[itsdappleagain]

CS WEEKLY: The Hot Rocks of Rio Caper Part 2!

HERE WE GO PART TWO BABY!!! START OF THE DADOWSAN ERA!!!

Le chevre looks so confused im crying

I LOVE THE RAGE ON HER FACE if this betrayal was real she would have GONE AFTER his ass

The operatives there have never heard shadowsan talk so much lmaooo

It would be such a good moment if carmen didn’t say falsehoods pls it sounds so unnatural

Shadowsan just powering through because carmen CANNOT take a hint im crying

Also MOSCOW IM CRYINGGGG i like how he was like ah yes. The only thing unbelievable about that is that coach brunt has never been there. Carmen being russian is otherwise totally plausible

The confusion on carmen’s face she looks so hopeless for a second :(((

PLS SHE BLINKS ONCE AND ALLL NEGATIVE EMOTION JUST VANISHES SHE GOES SO SOFT

The awkward threat im sobbing she’s so bad at acting on the spot ig

Tigress he is carrying a full grown woman WHY would you expect him to high 5 you

Also YEAH HE CARRIES HER LIKE A SHEEP

Carmen just making faces at him 

POOR LE CHEVRE JGSGTFHJ

Also uhhhhh carmens shoulders did a full rotation because her hands were tied behind her back before and now they are in front what happened there

CARMEN AND SHADOWSAN BICKERING IS SO FUNNY 

AND DO. YOU. MIND IM CRYING THEY HAVE SUCH A GOOD DYNAMIC FOR THESE COUPLE EPISODES they’re still figuring everything out

Shadow-san is used to an unruly sixteen year old he can boss around but now she’s just an unruly 20 something year old who he CANNOT boss around

Love how maelstrom doesn’t question le chevre tied up on the floor he’s like damn none of my business

She looked like she was about to ugly cry  The face in question:

Oh nvm they cant see le chevre my bad

PLS MAELSTROM JUST GOING omfg and putting his head in his hands is so funny

CARMEN STILL TRYING TO ARGUE WITH HIM BECAUSE SHE HAS LIKE 20 YEARS OF GRIEVANCES SHE NEVER GOT TO ARGUE WITH HIM ABOUT 

Pls carmen is unsufferable about it i love her

SHADOW-SAN JUST BLANK FACED SLAMMING THE TRAPDOOR BEHIND HER AS SHE GETS HER CLOTHES I NEVER SAW THAT BEFORE

Player is literally the smartest one here

MMMMMM OKAY THIS IS A FANTASTIC CHASE SEQUENCE there’s almost no dialogue so it gives everyone’s personalities time to shine in just how they RUN (and like. jump). I don’t have access to wifi rn but there’s a really good post analyzing how carmen/shadowsan/le chevre climp the same wall and how it showcases their personality/style read it if you can!!

edit: this one

The bus <3

Also i love carmen and shadowsan kinda just being buddies sometimes. Giving each other looks and smirks and shadow-san smiling when carmen half introduces him to player as an old friend

Mm the little tiny hints and clues as to shadowsan and carmen’s real history even this early in the season. Good shit

The dramatic zoom out revealing that the cleaners are cleaning up brunt’s temper tantrum wheeze

I ALSO really like carmen sort of being desperate to prove herself to shadow-san. Giving big wide smiles when something works her way, butting heads with him on method, trying to one-up his plans and ultimately having worse ones because he still has like 25 years of experience on her

HAHSHJDG did shadowsan even know they were working with carmen or did he just kidnap two random bozos and show them to carmen like

I wonder if they just pressed a rag up to abby trott’s mouth and told her to scream into the microphone JHDGD

WAIT WHERE DID THE ROPES GO

Zack sticks his tongue out for a split second jhdfgshfkhsd

Carmen having angry rants about shadow-san to her crew is so funny sahjdghsda

Zack was CHEATED he and shadow-san could have had such a fun dynamic but shadow-san HATES FUN

“Why would our perpetrator so oppenly flaunt her p" ZARI SHE’S DONE NOTHING BUT OPENLY FLAUNT HER POSITIONS????

ALSO JULIA IN TH ACME SUIT REVEAL SHE’S SO CUTE

Man she whipped her head around so fast that her glasses slid all the way down her nose

Julia is just like “don’t fucking trust devineaux zari literally he sucks so bad”

CHIEF DID DEVINEAUX….i was gonna say dirty but honestly accurate

Wasn’t there a month when it was super popular to simp over the supervisor guy

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MMMM NO

The music SLAPS

“MORE CHILDREN” he’s so funny

She’s hiding how disappointed she is that shadow-san didn’t acknowledge her “belly of the beast” line sobs

QUACK QUACK

YEHEAHHH INFODUMP SECTION once again blown away by how this show is able to make anything child friendly they’re talking about LITERAL D-DAY AND WORLD WAR TWO WITHOUT MENTIONING…ANYTHING. NO NAZIS NO NOTHING JUST DUCK BOATS

If it quacks like a duck and floats like a duck THEN ITS A WITCH A WIIITCH A WITCH

But yeah anyway there again is carmen looking to shadow-san for approval about it heheh

That poor child is going to see some shit

NOT THE HORRIFYING GREEN DRAGON FLOAT THEY COULD NOT HAVE BEEN ANY LESS SUBTLE ABOUT THAT

“Its a beast” okay how about uhhh TIGRESS LE CHEVRE AND EL TOPO ARE STANDING ON IT

VILE trying to run those random people over is SO FUNNY

Also i feel like vile could have made that plan way easier. Like doing the float and duck boat could not have been easier than just smuggling them to the beach like. Normally

Him <333 when he has no further doubts about murdering shadow-san <333

WHAT IN THE HELL IS SHADOW-SAN CLIMBING ON THE GROOVES IN THE PAPER-MACHE BRICKS??

CARMEN WRECKING EVERYTHING AGAINKWHSFHGDFH

I love them bickering its so funny theyre just like. God yeah okay we’ll argue later but first lets kick some ass

Tigress eternal catgirl

MAN I DONT CARE IF THAT WAS FAKE ARMOR THAT HAD TO HURT SO BAD

“HAHA! “ “HOHO!”

“Teacher’s pet” okay ‘bossanova’

Fantastic fight scenes as always

Nah its just some random sinister unmarked green boat

HSDGDHGD YEAH GO SHADOWSAN

(mufasa voice) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THEY ARE  S O P P I N G

Legend has it shadow-san eyebrow is still going up

The grudging admiration as shadow-san gets engulfed by a giant duck

BRUNT RAGING IN THE BACKGROUND AS MAELSTROM CONTINUES BEING SILENTLY DISAPPOINTED IS THE BEST GAG IN THE SHOW

Or how about THE ONLY FLOAT IN RIO THAT CAN GO ON WATER

IVY AND ZACK DANCING IN THE DUCK COSTUMES ARE SO CUTE

Shadow-san youre going to end up adopting those children

“Team carmen” oh no ma’am we call it team red around here. Canon means nothing to us

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP SEEING THOSE GIANT SPARKLY PURPLE GEMSTONE AND GOING “uhhh its a rock”

Imagine waking up one day and rio has been randomly gifted HALF A BILLION DOLLARS

Carmen’s teensy tiny teacup

Lets make being at each other’s throats permanent <333

Okay so Ivy’s thingie is gone, so we have two options here. One, zack stole ivy’s thingie and threw it, then blamed it on her (doesn’t he like shadowsan?). TWO, IVY THREW IT BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T LIKE SHADOWSAN AND THEN SHE BLAMED IT ON ZACK which i think is the more likely and MUCh funnier option (also zack was TOTALLLY TATTLING ON HER)

“My crew my rules” only takes one arrest to turn into “MY CIRCUS MY MONKEYS”

God shadowsan and carmen have a fantastic dynamic together

Psh again with carmen never. Saying thank you or acknowledging anything ever. She got her emotional wasteland from shadowsan SAD /j

UGH you can SEE the conflict on his face- whether or not to tell her the truth. Its all just half truths but he’s SCARED

Carmen unknowingly leaning in and then checking herself…

Zari powerwalking across the street while julia is just like GIRL I CANT SEE

“Agent zari we keep making out in my dreams i know her face REAl well”

I like julia’s tiny hesitation. Zari is the senior agent, so she lets her lead across the street. But she also doesn’t jump at the chance to go. She takes a second, but knows what her job is

Also NINE LANES OF TRAFFIC agent zari KILLS it at crossy road

I love carmen’s look to the agents versus shadowsan’s. Carmen’s little smirk versus shadowsan’s disdain- shows the difference in perception between them

Gone With the Bus

Also julia’s gasp versus zari’s AUGH

I like how zari had to use the scanner to confirm that they were the same person like just. Look at the two pictures

People are constantly throwing evidence at julia that says carmen is working with vile and julia is constantly batting that evidence out of the air and spitting on it because she’s too gay

I mean it sort of gets to her I think. In Milan she tries to arrest Carmen but she changes her tune real fast

He’s been using that pen for. How long now

I LOVE THAT TRANSITION WITH THE PEN CLICK CUTTING TO BLACK ITS SO GOOD

Alright anyway these two episodes (hot rocks pt 1 and 2) took me my whole three and a half hour flight to analyze somehow. I guess I know why I get behind on them

ANYWAY yes so I love these two episodes. FANTASTIC setup for the rest of the episode and they introduce every major plotline that goes throughout the rest of the season beautifully. I’m so excited to see Julia in action more!!! Season 2 is my favorite season out of all of them so YEAHHH I’m so excited. Only a month left until summer and then I hopefully won’t get as behind on everything (fingers crossed)

[porcelaintoybox23]

Invincible Episode 8 Review

Finale Spoilers!!!!!!

The good...?

I respect that Mark just straight up punched him

Eugenics? I'm not surprised. I knew the Viltrimites were fucking nuts and colonizers! I fucking called it!

Lucky you sick fuck?

Shit, are the other Viltrimites coming???

Nolan, you raised a human, not a killer.

You shouldn't have raised Mark among humans, jackass!

Please choke-

*gasps* a PET??!!! Straight up, FUCK YOU NOLAN!

"I will not calm down!"

It's only been 5 mins, shit-

Yeah, how is Mark supposed to beat Nolan? He's gonna die

Thank you Rudy for the title card intro. That thing is bloody

What a dense motherfucker. You didn't raise a sociopath, Nolan! It's too late to change that.

One, I saw that coming. Two, why the fuck is Cyborg voicing every black character??? Hire other people, PLEASE!

JESUS! Poor Mark....

I can tell he's going to go through a lot of physical pain in this series...

This is horrific...

*retches* Heroic BSOD or Rage fight?

Of course, Nolan is abusive. It's his fault my ass

HOLY SHIT THAT IS TRUAMATIZING! MARK, I- I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY!!!!!!

They really emphasized Mark's butt as Nolan beats him. Why?

I'm actually tearing up. This is horrible

Ya'll need to help him. Fuck off, Rudy. Go and help!

There he is.

Nolan's going to use Mark to destroy the whole planet...

I love the reality. Mark is beat

That "or die" line was the first time I saw J.K. Simmons shine through Nolan

Mark's just being beat for 20 mins straight.

He's always been like this. He's always been this shitty. How did Debbie not notice?

Nolan's a sociopath, hun.

Is he going to have a Dracula moment? I'm killing our boy

Those red eyes are consistent but really funny. It kinda ruins the tension.

You piece of shit

He just...left? Is he gonna come back?

I was right, Mark got bodied.

Love the effect of the copter blades with the medic scene.

I wanna drink too, man. Too bad I'm 20

How did Nolan become a threat? He lied.

I am truly, truly heartbroken for Mark and Debbie.

Ma'am you have no clue where Nolan went and there's a whole planet of even more sociopathic hims out there.

Cecil is actually a nice guy? She says very hesitantly

I love that Black Samson just walked over MG

Rex is right.

Awww. And she climbed up.

Nice song choice *tears up*

Two weeks? Nice heal rate.

Don't pull out I.V.s Mark

Gotta love a blank white room.

Cecil drinks his respect women juice

How the fuck? That's really fucking ingenious. Poison the water.

Yeah...I don't think the Viltrimites are just gonna leave Urath alone. They're coming and there's only one Mark.

Maybe that's why Nolan felt bad about Mark's powers. He felt worried for his son.

Still a piece of shit tho

Trauma, baby!

Poor Debbie...

Amber my love, just perfect!

Yay William and Eve! Friendship squad? Please say yes

Also, William cannot keep a secret, like at all.

They gonna fuck?

That's why Art sounds like the Joker...

William, shut up

Their faces when Mark whooshes away

The shade! Poor Eve

So he wears his suit under his clothes? Is he not hot?

It is Allen!

Little too late, Allen...

Yeah, that's what I was thinking, Allen.

Fuck yes! Takedown the space Nazis!

Yeah, is there a multiverse because Mark needs way more of him.

The Martians!

Doc Seismic is alive? Awww

Uh oh, those dudes didn't all die...

You cannot trust the U.S. government.

This setup was great!

Rating: Obviously a 10! Invincible's been renewed for 2 more seasons and I can't wait! This is one of the best shows I've ever seen and I've seen pretty much every American cartoon that has existed since 1990. Fantastic, but I'll let my review above speak to my thoughts.

It's been nice talking and interacting with you guys. See you next season!

Edit: It cracks me up that this review is so popular since it’s just a stream of consciousness. I am appreciative, and I promise to write better ones when season 2 arrives.

[boldlyanxious]

Water under the bridge

Part of meet cute Mondays

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Marinette had gone with a few of her coworkers to tour the Wayne Manor. Apparently it was a big deal around here. She wasn’t really sure why, but it was for charity. All the proceeds from the event were going to help provide food for those in poverty or were homeless. The tour guides and door staff were paid separately and all the donations would be doubled by the family.

She liked the inside well enough, but not as much as her companions so while they went around trying to see more and maybe catch a glimpse of the family Marinette went outside to wander the grounds. It had been a very good decision. The gardens were lovely. Walls with hedges and stone surrounded separate areas that had different gardening and architectural themes. She sat for awhile in a gazebo that led to a stone path across a pond. She left to get a closer look at a turtle that was trying to go after a group of frightened ducklings and a random single cow.

She had to step past a couple men on the path. At first it seemed as though they were talking and enjoying themselves but she was concerned by their conversation. One of them was definitely threatening the other one. He was bigger and looked stronger and she felt the rage fill her at the injustice.

“I don’t have to do what you say,” the smaller one said.

“True, but I will throw out all your coffee if you make me,” the other responded.

She didn’t catch the response to that. She wasn’t even sure how she was going to react before she turned and shoved the bully off the path. Unfortunately he reached out with lightning quick reflexes on his way into the pond and grasped Marinette’s arm.

She went into the water right where he had disappeared. She could feel him moving in the water. She tried to right herself to get back to the surface of the murky pond. He must have found his way up first because he pulled her until her head came out of the water.

The one still on the bridge appeared to be offering to help them out of the water but he couldn’t stop laughing. She started to lift herself up to climb out be the one in the pond with her lifted her and she was able to get up easier. He didn’t wait for her to stand and offer to help with one quick easy movement he pulled himself up and onto his feet gracefully. He then turned to her where she had just finished standing herself up. She stepped slightly back from him. His mouth was tensed in anger.

“Okay. What *the hell* was that? Some kind of dare or attempt to get attention?” he asked.

“No. It was defense. You think just because you are bigger than others you can push them around?” she channeled her righteous anger and walked right up to him jamming her finger into his chest. “You were being a bully and I was demonstrating how it feels to be pushed around.”

“You heard me trying to get my brother to sleep so you shoved me into a scummy pond?”

“He wouldn’t agree with you so you said you would make him. You threatened to take away is coffee. Is nothing sacred?”

She turned to walk off but she was stopped by the other brother. His face was still red but he had mostly stopped laughing.

“Hi, I’m Tim and I’m now your biggest fan.” He gestured towards his brother. “This is my brother Dick. He is more of a mother hen than a bully. He likes to make sure I take care of myself and sleep. He does threaten coffee but its more of an empty threat.”

“So I just threw him in a pond for being concerned about you?” He nodded his head. “Alrighty then. I’m going to run away in shame now. Lovely meeting you.”

“I didn’t get your name,” Dick said.

“Yeah. That’s probably for the best.”

“Marinette!!”

She turned at the sound of her friends calling her name, missing his triumphant look.

“There you are, we have been looking all over for you,” Issy said.

“We found no sign of the Wayne boys inside we should have stayed with you.” said Stacy.

“Clearly. You found 2 of them and took one for a swim. How did that happen.” Alice asked.

“Hi, Dick Grayson. My brother Tim Drake.” He gave them a brilliant smile. “Marinette here said she would jump in the pond before giving me her phone number. I was just speeding the process up.”

Sorry if the editing sucks. I kept talking asleep

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

JACKSON ‘JAX’ TELLER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: Helloo! Could I request a jax teller x reader! A Jealousy one💕 Thank you

Anon #2 asked: 87+104 w/ jax teller please?

Prompts:

87. “Put on my kutte”.

104. “Don’t ask me to stop, I’m just gonna go harder”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 2.5k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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“Having fun with Rafi?”

His voice doesn't surprise you, giving him your back while you look for the tequila Marcus has asked for. You know exactly what's happening and you're trying to not laugh in his face, or this shit is going to be serious. But it's the same situation when Sons of Anarchy and Mayans have a party together. Rafi, president's right hand, is pretty kind with you and an interesting man, so yes. You have a lot of fun talking about something else than motorbikes, drugs, guns and bitches. Before you can turn around to leave the warehouse, a hand surrounds your throat, feeling Jax's chest accommodating against your back.

“I. Asked. You. A. Question”. He says into your ear, sounding a little angry and upset.

You know exactly how it works, how he works. But you're not in this shit anymore. It's been six months since you fucked for the first time. Sex is good. So fucking good. But you're catching feelings and you don't know if he cares about you in the same way. His jealousy confuses you, because no man can touch you but you gotta put up with whores flirting with him.

“Yes”. You just say, keeping some seconds of silence. “I'm having fun with my friend. Are you having fun with those bitches, uh? All th—”.

“We are not talking about me, darling”. His free arm wraps your abdomen, pushing you a little more closer, while his fingers squeeze your neck.

“We should”.

You know that these words have confused him when he puts away his hands to let you turn around. You're frowning your eyebrows, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I'm not… gonna blame you for anything. But if I don't have the right to tell you who can or who can't touch you, you're not gonna do it, Jackson”. You say with a firm tone of voice.

The man turns his legs to stretch a hand and close the door, locking it to not be bothered by anybody. You can see how his face turns from confusion to incredulity, from zero to one hundred, in just one second.

“I don't want anyone else, (Y/N)”.

“Then, prove it. But don't demand me a respect that you don't show me. You wanna be fuck friends? Cool. I don't have any… compromise or a relationship with you, I get it. But then, I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do”.

“That's it? It's a question of status?”

“It's a question of that I love you, Jax. I truly do. For who you are to me, not for who you are to them. I don't give a shit about your club and your matching outfits of badass bikers. I'm more into what you make me feel when we're alone, without having a knife hanging on your belt”.

“So, you're basically asking me to be my Old Lady”.

“No, Jax! Why the fuck you end up bringing everything to the club business? You're not the fucking president of the United States, and I'm not that… bitch. I wa—”.

“The club is my life. And if you don't understand it, it's because you don't know me, (Y/N)”.

You nod. You don't want to think about these words, because it's enough pain what you are feeling without thinking about it.

“Then, I don't know you. And I don't want to”. You sentence, before leaving the warehouse. And the party.

You would be lying if you say that you slept last night. Even if you didn't want it, his last words were chasing you the whole time, walking through your house and touring every room trying to get tired to sleep. But there you are, sitting at the table in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee and having a sip. Your gaze is in the middle of nowhere, not knowing if you are disappointed or dealing with a broken heart.

The door ring pushes you back to the real world, dragging backwards the chair to get up from it. Covering your mouth with a hand, because of a loud yawn, you open the main door to find Jax there. He looks like shit too, with the same black bags under his eyes, the same clothes and messy tufts of blonde hair falling on his forehead. Supporting a shoulder against the frame, you cross your hands on your abdomen.

“Can I come in?”

“No”.

He nods biting the inside of his lower lip.

“I'm sorry about last night”.

“Yeah, me too”.

“Are you…?”

“Yeah. I'm sorry for telling you about my feelings. The last thing I was expecting was you shitting on them”.

“Listen…” He says rubbing his face with both hands, pulling back his hair. “I'm sorry for talking to you as I did. I really want you to be my girlfriend, or whatever you want”.

“Why now do you want it? What you didn't want it like… seven hours ago? What changed? That I sent you to hell? Is that? I didn't know you were the kind of child who wants his toy back, when someone else is playing with it”.

“Could you please stop being this rude?”

“This rude? Oh, do you mean the same ‘rude’ you were last night, Jackson?” Rolling your eyes, you chuckle.

“I'm telling you that I love you, (Y/N)”.

“Good, thank you. Anything else?”.

“Shit… If you were one of my brothers…”

“What? You would punch me?” Standing up from the door, you raise both eyebrows. “Try me, blonde bitch”.

Adopting the look on your face, he can't believe what he's hearing. But he likes it. He likes the fact that you're talking to him without giving a shit about his club, his job, or whatever other thing. Touring his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, he gives a quick step to grab your throat with ringed fingers, pushing you into your house to close the door. You're not scared, you're not even thinking about defending yourself because you already know what it's going to happen.

The blonde man crashes your lips with his, tangling your fingers on the Reaper Crew shirt under the kutte, while you walk backwards to the sofa. He urges you to sit on his lap with his legs among yours, pawing your body desperately while your hips swing over the growing lump under his jeans. The rage because of your behaviors and the feeling of alleviate get mixed inside your mouth, and your tongues giving a pulse to each other. Taking you off the shirt over your hair, his teeth attack one of your nipples to suck and bite it, while the other receives the attention it needs pinching it with his fingers. Yours getting tangled on his hair, gasping with closed eyes, looking for some friction for your core.

“Fuck, Jax…”

“Don't ask me to stop, darling, I'm just gonna go harder”. He growls onto your skin undoing his belt and the zip of his jeans.

Without asking for it, nor expecting, Jax thrusts two ringed fingers inside you using all his strength, until his hand finds your limits. A pleasure scream comes out from your mouth, with his pace speeding up.

“You're the only bitch I'm gonna fuck”.

“Call me bitch again and…”

You can't stop the threat, when he pounds you harder.

“You what, honey? I didn't hear you”.

You try to speak two times more, having the same result. Jackson is teasing you and chuckling because of your reactions, until you slap his chest.

“Fuck me, baby”. You get to say, looking for his blue eyes.

“Get up, take off those panties and put on my kutte”.

Following the instructions in silence, the Son takes the advantage to roll down his jeans and his boxers to his ankles, throwing away his own shirt. His right hand goes to his hard dick, the one you love to ride and suck, watching you so focused on the way you have to wear the leather kutte of his club. And he can swear that he hasn't seen anything more perfect than it. Jerking himself off, Jax looks at you kneeling over the sofa to sit on him.

“I would let you be my president”. He jokes rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, provoking you a soft moan. “I love how your pussy feels, darling… Warm as fuck, suffocating me, suffocating my cock. I wanna fuck it every night. I wanna fuck you every night”.

“And every morning”.

“All the time”.

Moving your waist from back to forward, you focus your attention on his parted lips begging for something else.

“Ride me, darling”. He asks, getting a little more comfortable on the sofa.

You bounce onto his cock without waiting for any single word, separating your legs over the cushion to go deeper. Jax is big, so big, and when you're more than one day without being fucked by him, you need to take some seconds to adapt your tightness to how hard he is.

“This pussy drives me insane… You're so fucking wet I could drown myself in it”. He mumbles putting a hand on your pelvis to bring his thumb to your clit, stroking it to make you feel better. “I could eat you out the whole time. You're fucking delicious”.

“I'm gonna fuck you like no one else can, my prince”. You mutter resting your forehead on his, before starting to move.

And you don't work him slow like sometimes, you go rough, fast and anxious hitting your g-spot every time you let your body fall down. Every pound brings you to heaven, drinking his pleasured grunts when your wetness wraps his sensible skin so fast that he doesn't have time to finish a moan and start another one. Your hips dance furious above him, trying to show to the Son one of the things you can offer him, although he already knows it well.

His free hand slaps your ass hardly, making your back get arched because of the stinging, screaming out his name every time he does it; as if he was punishing you. But you like it. You like that he doesn't control himself, wanting to please you every single second, while you ride wildly his cock. Your cock. He has you bewitched, rapturous, out of the world with his thumb jerking off your clit with the same speed that you're fucking him. No mercy, non-stop, careless. Just you two giving in to your most primal instincts.

Leaning over him you catch his mouth with your teeth, biting his lips before kissing them, with all his fingers getting nailed on your buttocks. Squeezing and pinching them, leaving some beautiful marks that are going to hurt like hell.

“Shit, darling… Look at your fucking precious pussy, engorging my big dick once and again… to the limit.. Does it feel good? Do you like my dick, uh?”

“Yes… I fucking love it. I fucking love when you grab my hair and fuck my mouth inside my car”.

“Yeah, you like it? How much, my princess? Tell me”.

“Fucking much, Jackson… I love when you wake me up fucking my pussy, always ready for you. And when you're so fucking jealous, grabbing my throat and impaling me until making me cum”.

“Do you like that much?”

You nod in silence, feeling your legs starting to shake close to the orgasm.

“What about my mouth? Do you like it?”

“Fuck… Yes, Jackson. I love when you eat my pussy… When you come from the club and eat my wet pussy on the counter… Your tongue licking me, oh, shit…”

“You taste so good, my love… I love your little pussy”.

“Fuck, Jax… I'm gonna fucking cum…”

“Go harder, baby. I wanna feel you”.

You speed up with every thrust to your center, being wrapped by the sweat and the heat of the moment, crying out his name with your back arched at the moment you reach the orgasm. He fills you up, maintaining your gaze and enjoying the look on your face. So pleased, so ecstatic, running out of air.

“Put on your knees, darling… I'm gonna fuck your mouth as you like”.

You have to take some seconds on top of him to process the order, before doing it, settling yourself between his legs over the floor. Jax grabs your head with both hands pounding your mouth with fury, while your lips wrap all his extension, hitting your throat once and again. It hurts you sometimes, but you love it. The Son presses his swollen glans against your limits when he fills your mouth up, feeling his hot cum spilling inside it. He growls loudly lifting up a little his pelvis, with your nose touching his skin, forcing you to take it all.

“Fuck, darling… Fuck… It feels so fucking good…”

When he frees yourself of his cock, and some threads of your saliva mixed with his seed falls down by the corner or your lips, Jackson urges you to lie down on the sofa while you try to recover your breath. And when you're trying it, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, his tongue finds your throbbing core sucking it as if it was going to be the last thing he was to do in his life. Placing both legs over his shoulders, he cleans every trail of your juices, drinking them so delighted that you're about tu cum a second time when he slides three fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck, Jackson!”

Shrinking under his caresses, you bring down your hands to his hair, sinking his face into your pussy. He's devouring it like no one else could do it, keeping his eyes on you with his ringed fingers fucking you so painfully pleasant that you can't help but find the ecstasy again. The heat is suffocating you, but he doesn't stop. His tongue toures your entrance, before catching your clit among his teeth biting it gently.

“FUCK, JACKSON… JACKSON, PLEASE, STOP”.

You're inside a bubble of pleasure and you are about to cry. You have never felt this good, but he's making it up to you as hard as he can. Pulling out his fingers of your tired pussy, he licks them crawling above your body before tucking them inside your mouth.

“Taste them… This is the most fucking delicious thing I ever had the opportunity to relish, darling”.

Tasting yourself, you spread your legs to give him some space for his body.

“I fucking love you, keep it in your fucking mind, (Y/N)”.

[magnetothehedgehog]

Shadow IDW:Another Maria.

By now, its pretty much agreed a lot of people dislike Shadow's characterization in the Idw comics, even more so with the big need for him to be Sonic's "Bitter Rival." Character mandate.

But let's take a moment and just appreciate?

Despite this restriction, the Idw Team has not only made him have relevant goal making his appearances in the comics have PURPOSE, despite Shadow's lack of telling anyone what that seemingly random puprose is. But also they have, Evan in particular from what i can tell, have painted this beautiful picture of the inner person shadow is despite his outward exterior.

Let me explain a bit. And Imma cry a little with this.

Shadows Goal: to protect the planet from threats, but specifically, to protect the planet to keep a promise to the one person he loved the most.

That's right.

Maria. Thats why he showed up to fight mettalix. What other reason would he have to? To prove he was the strongest? No, that wouldn't be true even if he told you that was what it was. He's shown he doesn't "seem" to care about others, so whats the matter if mettalix destroys some stuff here or there.

Yet how come shadow shows up whenever there is a major threat or seemingly new rising up danger similar to eggman? Why did he try to take out Mr.Tinker?

Shadow was tasked with protecting the planet, but thats a big ask, and something he doesn't quite know how to do. He himself was created for more than being a weapon, but since his release in sa2 it was all he came to know.

In shadow the hedgehog he had to annihilate the whole black arms species because they wanted to consume the planet. And while they where trying to eat the planet and the people in it, having to obliterate them, especially knowing one them is technically your dad, probably lingers in his mind a bit. He probably thinks about it. Maybe it bothers him.

To Shadow, the only way to deal with a threat is to take it out- merely avoiding thee problem leads to nothing but more trouble, and more heartache.

Which leads me to number 2 😢😢😢😭:

He doesn't want another Maria. For him, letting a threat go on to threaten someone else or something he holds dear is the worst crime. Think back. He tried running away from the Gun soldiers with Maria. In all the sequences he was running away with her, not fighting. In the hero story of Shadow the hedgehog on the ark, Maria asks you to save the scientists, which leads me to believe that canonically, shadow didn't actually fight on the ark, just evaded. But look what happened. His best friend got shot and died, because he ran away. Because he let the threat live. He probably wonders if its because he didn't fight.

Take the latest issue. He goes straight for Starline instead of outright releasing tails or rouge (who has already practically released herself mind you). This previous experience comes back into play, maybe even doubling because of how tinker turning back to eggman unleashed the virus which shadow couldn't stop. If you look closely, hes almost losing himself when Starline gets away.

Only Rouge's words of wisdom pull him out of his rage filled trance. Perhaps she knows that all that killing would weigh on him even more. Yeah, even if he did take out one person, to take out another? And another? All that guilt piling up on his conscience.

But yeah I think they did a nice job on how he's constantly battling with whta he thinks his promise means and what he should do so he can still sleep at night and have a healthy life going forward.

Obviously this could be different from how they may see it or be writing it towards, but this is kinda how I perceive it/like to think they are keeping in mind.

(Edit: I made this a little while back and forgot to post it/work on it so I kinda forgot anything else I was gonna write)

Anyways, these are my thoughts :)

[druid-for-hire]

UNSWAYED PT. III

(pt i) (pt ii) (pt iii) (you are here) (pt iv) (pt. v) (epilogue) (askblog)

this one’s got some revisions/retcons/refinings and new content. there will be some minor rehashing. this edition is more on the drama eurydice goes through on the path to find orpheus, orpheus’ deterioration in the Beyond, little bit of persephone and even littler bit hermes, finding orpheus, and finally getting to leave

thank you @supercantaloupe, @sonyalone, @unholy-boi, @s-aint-elmo, @ferretteeth for helping author this & help out w ideas and all!! sasha, u esp.

ok.

sits down and rests my old creaking bones in a rocking chair by the hearth and lights a pipe

gather round kids. this one might be a little long

one note: 

on the same night that orpheus falls, persephone, when she finally composes herself enough, marches up to hades. the fury is still present in the vitriol with which she speaks. “you can’t have done that,” she says. “you can’t have just thrown him away. he didn’t sign any papers. you can’t make him work.” 

 “there were no papers,” he agrees, “but prisoners do not get papers.”

ok jumping back to kind-of-present

it’s taking a while to find orpheus. (too much of a while)

in between work and searching for him, both of which already take up so much of her time, eurydice... makes her attempts to craft a new guitar. hades took orpheus’. he’s going to either want it back or want a new one, and right now, she doesn’t think she can manage the first. it’s going to be important to their escape, she thinks, because she isn’t planning on staying in hadestown forever

but she’s not skilled, and making a real, good, balanced guitar is incredibly hard. she’s not trained. it never comes out good enough, never remotely close to a properly tuned instrument, much less the guitar that seemed to fit perfectly around orpheus' hands. and she doesn’t have a lot of time

so as it turns out, stealing back the original is the more feasible option

problem being: it’s a trophy. hades didn’t smash it, but it’s locked away with his other little “victories,” and he’ll notice it missing eventually

(those other trophies are other relics from other daring humans he’s had to deal with in the past. no one has come as close as orpheus)

but she does have more buffer time than usual because it's also a reminder of the martyr and the fact that his marriage is in the shitter so it's been put out of sight (and out of mind), so she's got a few days or more before he'd notice it's gone

as she keeps searching for orpheus, telling her story and getting help and word of her spreading...

eurydice stirs the town as the ladle stirs in the pot; out of all the feelings her story wakes, the most dominant—and most important—is the anger.

and for the first time, somewhere in some could-be-anywhere part of Hadestown, someone says no.

the age-old, unmoving, immovable hadestown, begins to... change. there’s persephone’s crack in the wall, and then there are others, and then they join, and then there’s unrest, and then there’s the threat of riot.

(which i know i already established but shhh im reiterating my point for this:)

unholy-boi: hades was at least formerly hands on enough to give orders, to scrape down new souls, to preach about the wall

now he locks himself in his office, head in his hands, unable to handle the idea that he’s losing control, and every MOMENT he spends locked away he loses control more, but he needs to think, he needs to think, he needs to think--

The fates are at his door, they sing horrible music, things he doesn’t want to hear, lies and twisted truths to manipulate the king. except he’s not being manipulated at all. this is all him, he knows it--this is just him and his paranoia and the workers' rage beginning to boil on his doorstep.

the god is hidden away in his office and hardly lets anyone in. he isolates himself and Persephone barely even visits this winter anyway.

he wonders if the martyr boy really did fail.

(no, he tells himself--he did fail, because his goal was to get him and his lover out, and now both of them are damned here forever. all of this? an unfortunate side effect.)

hades... was very nearly swayed by orpheus, but took his “obligation” to a city (that he’s already lost) over the slightly breaking voice of orpheus, and the rumors. however when he sent orpheus away, things only got worse. but how could he just crawl to pull orpheus back now? would that not be sacrificing his iron will? his grip of steel? how can he turn to go back if he’s already made his decision? moreover- how can he trust bringing orpheus back will fix anything at all?

a lamenting reprise from hades with orpheus’ guitar would be cool. i don’t know if it’d be in character or appropriate to the story but. its been a fun thing ive been tossing between my hands

it probably starts when he accidentally kicks it over--there’s a trophy room, but he hasn’t cleared a space for the guitar yet. he kicks it over, and when it hits the ground the strings hum Menacingly at him

after the song he puts it away--out of sight, out of mind

show them a crack.

and they’ll tear down the wall.

besides the immediate danger orpheus is in and his voice failing being drives to find him as soon as possible, eurydice also has to worry about the fact that persephone won’t be there to help her soon. the hadestown debacle happens on the onset of proper spring

persephone, for once, is grateful that hades keeps her late. it means she can help the lovers. for so many weeks she sends  that boy’s voice on a wind straight for Eurydice to keep her going

but later is not never, and to the surface one day she goes, and bitter with the absence of his wife Hades drives them all to work harder

which strains Eurydice for time and energy even more

things are harder when she’s gone, as always—eurydice has less time to track him down, and without persephone’s sing-sing wind, pinpointing him is more difficult. 

Hermes is there at the station to greets her when she returns to end the winter

“how is he doing?” “not well.”

“you think they’ll make it?” “i don’t know.”

hermes asks her, “how long?” how long will orpheus last? how long will it take for them to find each other and leave? how long will it take until hades finally snaps? persephone can’t answer any of them

(hermes knows, of course. but he has a role to play)

the summer roars to life on top, but persephone can’t stop thinking about the lovers underground. she knows that orpheus won’t make it through the summer. she sneaks down below for two weeks in june and in that time, a hurricane devastates the surface without her to control it.

the sing-sing wind returns with a straining melody and eurydice wonders. she’s grateful, but she wonders

and... one day it doesn’t. she feels the breeze, but there’s nothing on it.

nothing.

i’ve fucking had enough, eurydice decides. i’m stealing that fucking guitar, hades be damned.

in the sleeping hours of hadestown she sneaks her way up to the palace, dodging searchlights and finding havens, already at an advantage because she’s scoured Hadestown so long and made allies in so many places

and when she makes it up to the palace, the... the guards, the hounds, all of them are... either missing or intoxicated to shit. which is odd, she thinks, but doesn’t question it

she makes it to the trophy room (after a Lot of searching, because she doesn’t have a map)

she walks in and marvels in awe at all the trophies

she wonders about the histories behind all of them

to be honest, she doesnt know that this is where the guitar is, but it’s a pretty good guess (and the right one)

and then there’s a sound at the doorway. eurydice freezes. there’s nowhere for her to hide

she turns, and... it’s persephone in the doorway. persephone, who should not be here.

they lock eyes for a moment, and then she points at a locked case in the back of the room and keeps on walking. whistling loudly. a very “nope, nothing here at all” move

... well, works for her

eurydice breaks off the padlock, gets the guitar, and flees

musing on kampê for unswayed because i really dont want her to just be a two dimensional villain: 

- homegirl is bitter. she used to rule the underground. she was the queen of the dark, and every god and titan knew her name, and hades did fear her too. 

until. well. 

and now she’s practically half-forgotten—a footnote. she hates it. hades and persephone are both her younger and yet they came into her realm, and she was shunted aside to this dismal little hole, and she has to answer to him and she fucking hates it. no mortal up Top or even in hadestown remembers her name. if an old dragon like her has no place out there... if she can’t make herself known in the outside world anymore, then she’ll fucking sear herself into the minds of the people she has, in the only way she knows how

(it should also be noted that homegirl is. unstable. i think kampê sort of violently switches between abhorrently vicious to weirdly sweet and manipulative and anywhere in between depending on the day/time/situation)

(also, she wasn’t always deaf. but being even older than the world, than hades and persephone, things... happen)

also, part of how she keeps everyone here is 1) working them to death and 2) telling them that they’re needed here, and that hadestown is an oasis of stability outside the chaos up Top

orpheus is not doing well.

orpheus forgets.

orpheus wears down.

(orpheus gets sick.)

whoops! That’s An Issue. but still he works, because no one can rest long, and the coal dust and ash and smoke and stifling heat do him zero favors

his focus drifts; he loses track of eurydice, of his songs. the work is first and foremost

you ever get worked so hard and pushed past your physical limit that u get like, spots in your vision and want to throw up? yeah thts orpheus

orpheus doesn’t stop sneaking off every day to the spot at the edge of the Beyond. he doesn’t sing out for help anymore, but... he sits, because he knows that it’s important. this place, where he sang out for a lover he doesn’t remember anymore with songs he no longer has

(cue Flowers but for orpheus, in quiet & faltering breathy lines)

he’s “forgotten a little thing called spring” 

kampê still comes after him to drag him back to work. sometimes it’s wordless; sometimes she yanks him to his feet by the straps of his overalls, sometimes all she needs to do is put a hand on his shoulder and he’ll get up and shuffle back into the mines and smokestacks

other times she asks why he’s still doing this, why he’s still out there. other times she tells him that there’s no need to come out here anymore. he shouldn’t have in the first place. out there--it’s no better than here.

the times when she yells--few and far between, because fetching him is hardly much of a chore anymore--he winces, since it’s not like she has the finest grasp on volume control, being deaf

the scene we see is her sing-speaking some fucked up reprise of hey little songbird, beckoning him to come back and taunting him; i didn’t write this one out but i imagine there’s some fun things to be had with the “vipers and vultures” line

and orpheus sing/saying, in this cracked, hoarse voice, “I wanna lie down forever”

he’s. so tired

(also singing his voice, long since shredded, sorta finally collapses in this one and i don’t imagine him having another sung line after that)

the canary in the coal mine isn’t dead yet but he will be

eurydice goes into overdrive after she steals orpheus’ guitar back

(she strums a few notes on it, and it hums warmly of sunlight in her hands. her chest fills with something indescribable. god, she missed this)

she takes more risks. sneaks out farther and strays out farther. skips out on work, keeps cutting close, nearly gets caught more often than she did before

eventually. finally. finally, she finds him, almost unrecognizable in the crowd masses, but she catches him alone

and she calls out to him, her arm outstretched, “come home with me.”

so i’m going w the “recognize her right away one” and following what i wrote in the first post

BUT: the callback to “come home with me i” with orpheus’ forgetting in “come home with me” “who are you?” is Too Fucking Good and I ended up writing my own lyrics to a “Come Home With Me III”

i’ll post it somewhere. i’d link the google drive link here directly but then tumblr would nerf this post off of the hadestown tag.

 you can play off of that if you want, toy around with it as a sort of small canon divergence to this au, but for the main one i’m rolling with what i already did in the first post... it’s unfinished btw there’s this small section i’m stuck on but i didn’t wanna delay this post anymore for something so minor

eurydice sees how much the beyond has ground him into the dirt—his eyes are sagging and half-lidded, dulled and shadowed and barely focused on her, miserable but too exhausted to feel

she sees this plenty in the ver. w/ Come Home With Me III before he remembers her, and for a moment in the other version before his eyes light up with recognition and suddenly it’s like some of the soot has sloughed off of him with the way his whole face lights up

also she shoves his guitar at him and he’s !! 

it’s. horribly out of tune though. he’s tuning it while they talk a little

but either way: the steam whistle blows, the signal to get back to work, and orpheus is immediately lowkey fearful and trying to get back before kampê catches them

eurydie is completely “oh hell to the fuck no i JUST got you back after MONTHS of searching you are NOT leaving”

orpheus is just afraid of what kampê’ll do if she sees them together, he doesn’t plan on leaving her -- he doesn’t hand her back the guitar, after all

again, kampê isn’t the most stable

then uhhh Whoops they spend too long there and she catches them, a la Papers

cue panic

cue tousling w/ eurydice and somehow getting kampê still enough (probably w pinning) to try and listen to Orpheus and she's just waiting to kick his ass because no music is ever gonna sway her, boy

(the dogs get placated by a few chords plucked out)

he can't sing, but he plays

and the other workers listen, and are moved

they are moved by eurydice's act of coming here after him

by listening to orpheus sing of love

by listening to orpheus forget, and deteriorate 

by having spent months listen to their love last and finally succeed with eurydice's arrival, this stalwart notion of hope

they didn’t ignore it. everybody knows the walls have ears

and they join by accompanying orpheus' song with the heavy metal sounds of the factories

they stomp, they clang, they turn grinding gears that crash and pound, in synchrony 

(where the little wheel squeals and the big wheel groans)

it’s a percussive song that they make

more than a simple tune, a steady beat, more than just the music of machinery

it shakes the entire Beyond with the force of the determination of a thousand weary souls, of the hopeless regaining hope for the first time in centuries

Forced through the percussive force of the entire Beyond, implicit in its rhythm and shake, is the old song. all of this old and rusted metal, all of this harsh machinery, all of it singularly resonant in the notion of la, la la la, la la la 

kampê feels it all through her feet and it rumbles in her chest, it shakes her to her very core and rattles her down to her bones, twists in her gut and forces in her fear and awe, and awe and wonder, and... something else

eurydice feels her loosen under her grip and backs off from pinning her and she still doesn’t move

at some point she lurches forward with her fist raised--orpheus doesn’t stop playing but he does shut his eyes, thinking oh god this is it, and eurydice rushes forward to pull her back

but she just... punches her fist into the ground by his feet

she feels everything not only through her feet but up her arm, more directly to her chest, to her heart, to her head

at last, swayed, feeling far more of something other than fear or anxiety or anger than she ever has in a long time...

she lets them all go

ok ngl there’s some blank spots here. i’m blanking here. idk how to transition

but

it's an entire exodus out from this tiny secluded part of Hadestown

The Great Beyond empties itself out and Kampê is left behind

the move is headed by Orpheus & Eurydice and the mood is very similar to the exodus from Egypt by the jewish folk in the movie Prince of Egypt

including the dark lighting, teal against the warm orange-yellow of their torches (lamps in this case), the wind, the craggy rock, everyone together, overall just the general tone

so during this walk from the Beyond to central hadestown with orpheus & eurydice more or less alone at the front is when Promises happens

it’s. a hell of a lot sadder here, but also a lot softer and more tender

orpheus’ lines are spoken like with Come Home With Me I / II coz he ain’t singin’ anymore. he can’t

and that’s the thing, he can’t sing anymore. 

all those things he said in wedding song, all his promises--that his voice would convince the world to give them everything they need

orpheus... doesn't have that anymore, or at least not nearly as strong, or traditionally lovely as it used to be

his voice was cut into pieces from the nasty shit air in the places he was sent to work

all he has is his guitar, and while he’s good at it, his real strength is in his poetry--it’s his voice and his words that makes the rivers and the trees and birds sing along

the people of the Beyond may have been inspired to percussion by his guitar, but they were more swayed by the notion of their love that was built up over the past few months ever since he got banished

so like. to walk with eurydice and be by her side for as long as he lives, is really all he can really promise her at that point anyway

it's not even that he doesn't have anything and broke the promise that he’d sing them all they needed. he can’t even do that anymore

the voice that charmed her, that said he’d provide for her, is gone

would she love him now, he wonders, if the great poet can no longer sing

and many thanks to @sonyalone for contributing this:

he offers his devotion to her. the only thing he has that’s worth anything, the only thing he can do. and when he does hes so afraid that he'll see in her eyes the understanding disappointment, the pity and "i suppose so" that he fears, but he finally raises his head and he cries because her eyes are shining with joy and love and hope. thats all she ever wanted from him. she just wants to be with him, voice or no, amenities or no, and hes never felt so loved

he weeps, and she weeps--from grief and relief and love--and they hold each other close

sheltering under each other

and they have never been more secure in their love

he walked the whole length of the railroad into hell for her, he survived in the pit for her, she scoured the underworld for him, she came for him and she's keeping him

and the return of all these workers startles everyone in central hadestown and a lot of the work gets stalled out

which, of course, draws hades’ attention.

tune in next time for more on this shit ✌️

(pt i) (pt ii) (pt iii) (you are here) (pt iv) (pt. v) (epilogue) (askblog)

[randomguywithwords]

Thanks For The Assist Chapter 1 (Itsuka X Neito)

26/5/20 Update: Posted on AO3 with the proper edits (I hope I got them all). https://archiveofourown.org/works/24384310/chapters/58814230 . Enjoy!

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The stage meant something to Neito Monoma. It was a platform for performance, for showmanship, for bedazzling and leaving your audience awestruck. But it was also a place to wear a mask, or several. The character on the stage is not the same as the actor leaving it, no matter how dedicated they are to the role. 

And as a famous playwright said, “All the world’s a stage, and the men and women merely players.” 

As he walked to the test ground, he surveyed the crowd. A large ensemble cast present, all doing their own thing. Some were concentrating in silence, some looked as though they were about to breakdown (stage fright, he smirked), and others were engaged in excited conversation.

He wondered how many of those faces were masks. Perhaps the nervous-looking ones were simply trying to let their competitors’ guards down so they could upstage them in the midst of the exam. The ones chatting – he saw their masks just fine. It could not have been more plainer. All of them were thinking the same thing, Will I beat you?

Exams were like that. A cutthroat competition, and he played along. He wouldn’t be able to do anything first but watch the rest use their quirks. 

His lips widened into a grin as he overheard a conversation behind him. Some side character talking about his quirk. “I can launch any object I pick up at high velocity! This test’s gonna be easy dude!” 

Spinning around with invigorated interest, he gave a light slap on the guy’s back and smiled. “Dude, that’s an awesome quirk! You just gotta throw it?”

The student looked startled at first, but quickly put on his cordial mask. “Yeah!” 

“Wow, I’d wish you good luck, but I don’t think you’d need it!” Monoma stroked that student’s ego, eliciting a prideful look from him. Neito could practically see the plot device’s chest inflate twice as large. 

Then, as he bent down to pick up a couple of stones, he heard the buzzing of the horn. Then it was a race, as the crowd of students poured through the gates like the bulls at Pamplona, leaving Monoma behind with the slower lot.

He’d have to work out if he got in. 

Dashing into an alleyway, away from the rabble, he grinned as he encountered a 3-pointer. Feeling his stolen quirk activating, his fingertips ignited with a warm feeling as the stone in his hands grew warmer with kinetic energy. With a yell, he threw his pebble straight at the robot point-blank.

And watched in a mix of horror and embarrassment as the pebble sailed just past its head, disappearing into the sky. 

He had to throw another one to take it down in a shower of sparks. 

“My accuracy needs work too, apparently.” He sighed as he moved on. He had around 4 minutes left on that quirk, and with luck, he could net a decent amount of points before he had to take someone else’s. 

The next few minutes he spent chucking random objects at whatever robots he could find, whether they were stones or pieces of metal from the robot corpses. 

As he sniped one from 20 metres away in a stroke of luck, the person who had been attacking that robot turned back to glare at him with venom. He shrugged it off. Part of the game, pal. 

He heard that person shout, “Don’t steal my points, asshole!” but he was already moving on to the next. 

Not very hero-like, buddy, he quipped, but didn’t say it. Then he growled in annoyance as he realised his time was running out. 10 seconds, tops.

With a last throw, the quirk ran out of time. Damn, I need another person –

And a Deus Ex Machina appeared in the form of a figure slamming a robot on the ground beside him – a figure with abnormally large hands and long orange hair tied into a ponytail. Ah, thanks. 

“Sorry about this.” Neito felt awkward touching a girl, but in the heat of battle, he hoped she wouldn’t mind. He tapped her left hand (it wasn’t hard), and dashed off before she could reply. 

Enlarging both his hands, he raked aside an oncoming 1-pointer and slammed another into the ground like a pancake. 

Damn, this is weird to control. It’s not that much heavier, but swinging it gives too much momentum. 

Could he shrink his hands down? He didn’t dare try it, for fear he couldn’t enlarge them again. 

“Watch out!” He turned to see a 2-pointer barrelling towards him get punched into a building by that girl, spraying dust eveywhere.

“Thanks,” Monoma said, Point-stealer. I would’ve gotten it anyway. Gritting his teeth, he charged into another onslaught of robots. He wouldn’t lose to that side character. He was going to pass this test. 

He spent the remaining time wielding his hands as weaponry before switching to another quirk, some fireball quirk. And then one that threw porcupine quills. 

By the end of the exam marked by the horn, he collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. His arms were sore, his hands were even worse, having to adapt (which was partially unsuccessful, he might add) to the quirks he’d taken. His hands were singed slightly from wielding fire, bruised from punching robots and bleeding slightly from where the quills were shot out. Not to mention the first quirk he had taken that made his arms ache. 

Gratefully, he took the candy that some of the robot helpers were offering – they claimed it would help with their injuries. He watched some of the other students eat it first before munching down on his. Could be some sedative or poison. 

He sighed, chuckling to himself at his overdramatisation, but it faded as he spotted a glare from the corner of his eye. 

It was that person that he took the two points from. Pretending he hadn’t noticed, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall to rest. 

After waiting for a minute or two, the loudspeaker blasted Present Mic’s voice, telling them that they could leave the exam venue. 

Getting to his feet, Monoma shuffled out alongside the many other tired ones, stifling a yawn. He prayed he did enough. He had lost count of his points midway through. 

He was nearing the train station, trailing through a parkway when he saw a couple of familiar faces in a reflection off a dustbin. Shit, it’s those guys.

They were following him. His eyes flickered to the sides. No one, huh? That’s convenient for them. I just gotta make it to the station. 

But those behind him knew it too. The footsteps sprang into a sprint as a hand latched onto him and dragged him to a stop. 

“What?” Neito scowled as he faced Fireball and Guy-Who-He-Took-Points-From, and a couple more. 

“We were talking, apparently you took our quirks and stole some of out points. We wanna settle the score.” 

“How barbaric.” Neito said with a bored tone, incensing them into expressions of rage. I touched that guy, what’s his quirk? I don’t recognise him. 

He noticed that a few of them were wearing the same uniform. Presumably they were Fireball’s goons. Classic. 

“Get him.” Fireball’s orders sent the two goons to grab Neito’s arms. 

Fuck, should I just use whatever quirk he has? 

“Hey!” A feminine voice rang out, drawing the attention of all of them to it behind them. Monoma’s eyes widened in realisation as he placed her as that girl with big hands. “Get off him!” 

“Get out of here, girl. This doesn’t concern you.” GWHTPF (Monoma abbreviated it) gave a dismissive wave. 

“I already took a picture of you lot. I’ll send it to U.A if you guys don’t leave him alone now.” She held her phone up to signify her threat. 

The colour drained from their faces as they quickly backed off. “Alright, alright,” Fireball said, chuckling with laced worry. “Just delete that picture, and we’ll call it even.” 

The girl did a couple of taps and showed a blank photo library to them. “Done, now get out.” 

They might not keep up their end of the deal, Monoma thought. Jerks like them never do. 

But to his bewilderment, they actually stalked off with constricted fury in the opposite direction (all this walking just to beat me up? Neito scoffed internally), leaving just the girl and him, who helped him up. 

“Thanks,” Monoma said truthfully. “I assume you have a score to settle with me as well?”

The girl frowned. “No? Why would I?”

“Those guys were pissed I stole points and their quirks during the exam.” 

“I see, so that’s your quirk? You take other people’s quirks?” She pocketed her phone. Before he could respond, she followed up, “Are you heading to the station too?”

“Yeah.” The two continued down the path. “To both questions, but I don’t take them. I just borrow them for a short while.”

“I see.” She pouted. “I thought I met someone with a similar quirk to mine. I’m slightly disappointed.”

Neito chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint. My name’s Neito Monoma, by the way.”

“Itsuka Kendo.” She gave a smile, and Neito was confused to see that it wasn’t a mask. Was she always this friendly to strangers? 

“So you took some of their points?” Itsuka’s question sounded more like an interrogation. 

“Well, y’know, it’s part of the exam.” He shrugged. “I’m desperate.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” She said. Neito studied her expression. She looked like she had something to say, but didn’t. 

“Your quirk was the hardest to get used to, though. I have no clue how you do it,” Neito said, changing the subject. 

Itsuka rubbed her head bashfully. “Yeah, it took me a while to learn how to use it well. Hope you enjoyed the trial run.”

“Does that mean there’s a subscription?” Neito joked. 

“Well, if we both pass the exam and become classmates, it could be,” Itsuka replied with a cheeky smile, just as they reached the station. 

“Fingers crossed. Good luck then. I hope you pass.” Neito said. “I’m, uh, going this way.” He jerked a finger behind him. 

“Ah, ok then, I’m going on the opposite line. Good luck to you too, Monoma!” Itsuka gave a last wave as her train arrived. Then she boarded it, leaving Monoma on his side of the platform, and with the realisation that he meant what he had said. 

Fingers crossed. 

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Ĭ am way too tired to edit this, so I apologise for any grammar or spelling errors. It’s 2am and I’m gonna go sleep. But I wrote this to get rid of my writer’s block, and honestly I really like this and it might become a full story. I’ll do some more planning and see how this turns out. 

Really like this ship, originally I was hoping for some Monoma X Kodai (but I just really like Kodai’s character). Maybe ItsuYui? Dunno. I’ve never tried writing an FxF full story. I’m nervous writing from a female perspective, since, you know, I’m a guy. So, idk. 

Hope you guys liked this piece. I’d appreciate it if you had any feedback.

[polzkadotz]

Asas reread their fics - ftayc - part 4

And we’re back to rereading this fic!!!! last chapter i reread was the 7k monster of chapter 3, and this one... oh. Oh, this is also 7k?

wowie

if you want a spoiler to interest you, here we go lmao

we begin with this author’s note bc I don’t think I ever really talked about it here on my tumblr???

It was sort of my first time being recommended, really. I had noticed that my hit count had gone up substantially and I couldn’t understand it, but it was nice??? and then i found the post on the library and I was like Oh. I See.

Whoever it was that recommended me, thank you. Seriously.

But enough mushy-wushy, let’s tackle this giant.

We begin with this exchange, which...

I was trying to be funny and this still makes me smile so at least I amuse myself lmao

Neil needs to free himself of the plot device I pulled out of nowhere and he taps into his reserves of power that he has hid away for, basically, forever. One thing that I wish I had made more clear, which was basically the vitriol going through my mind as I wrote this fic, was that Neil had been cutting himself of his powers and how powerful he was for a fucking long time because

1) he bought into his mom’s reasoning that his father was simply Not Someone They Could Face and Win

2) he had made himself fit into a mold that would “make him survive” but, by doing so, he basically chained himself to a fraction of the three-dimensional person he used to be, which made meeting Jean and finding out that he had become a pet god for a human even worse because Neil could see all the ways they were similar but Neil had been doing that shit to himself voluntarily.

Originally, when I thought about making Neil a god in this fic, I did think about modeling him out of an existing god but also, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to make him be someone who was struggling with letting himself be what he was with his full-potential. Someone who had been cutting himself back for so long he had basically lost whatever sense of personhood he used to have. Someone who had started to get tired of cutting parts of himself and forgetting what he used to be so he would survive for--

What? Survive for what? Neil eventually realized he hadn’t been a person for too long and as long as his father was alive, he would never feel safe to be.

Now that I think about it, Neil was very much me working through my own shit about trying to live as myself at the same time that I had different versions of past me struggling with the person I was becoming. The person I wanted to be.

Anyway, back to the story.

There’s a throwaway paragraph where I sort of tease that Andrew’s dragon is becoming "hungry” and it was basically me trying very hard to foreshadow that the priest thing was going to happen lmao

After battling for two paragraphs against the thought of creating a new priest, Neil gets them back on track to go as far away as its possible for both dragons flying.

Nicky tries to get Neil to talk about the god thing, and I like how I made it clear that even being reminded that he had been a god was something conflicting to Neil.

And then we get to the part where Neil suddenly remembers that he has a lot more money than what he had previously said in the first few chapters, but who cares about plot consistency, am I right? Does it show that this fic was edited hastily? Because I can guarantee that it was :3

They stop in Mumbai, I think (the place is not important for past Asas and honestly... can’t say that’s changed lol). Nicky tries to get Neil to talk more about being immortal and stuff. Neil gives a bit of backstory, as a treat, and Kevin reveals what he knows, as a threat I guess lmao

I kind of imply that Neil only had one priest, which... I remember is not what I put in the sequel.............. so I do recommend you reread your fics before writing a new piece, wink-wink

OH MY GOD I MADE NICKY ASK WHY NEIL’S ENGLISH “WASN’T WEIRD” AND THEN I REPLIED WITH A SENTENCE THAT WAS BASICALLY STRUCTURED WITH PORTUGUESE GRAMMAR AND SOUNDS VERY WRONG IN ENGLISH

Asas... my god, Asas.

Anyway, after a lot of questioning, they eventually go to sleep and, when Neil wakes up from a nightmare, he has his daily fairy tale dose from Andrew, who’s also awake. I gotta be honest, I don’t even remember that fairy tale but it explains the Aaron, Andrew and Tilda.

After everybody wakes up from their naps, they go to their last destination: Tokyo.

Wait lemme check:

when did they leave Mumbai in my story?

when did they reach Tokyo?

yeah, that math totally checks out.

Whatever. As they arrive in Tokyo, Neil splurges even more money on a hotel for the whole crew, even though they had been pretty not nice to him as a whole lmao. But! The boy believed he was going to die, so what was he going to do with all that money?

Nothing, so he programmed an email to be sent to Andrew with the info for some of his bank accounts and fucked off to try and find what his mother had stolen.

Neil gets on a ferry that will take six hours to reach the island where is the volcano that his mother had made him hide his father’s immortality. Neil got nekkid because he wanted to have clothes when he got out of the volcano, you know?

(Also, yes, I’m gonna ignore the other time inconsistency from his travel inside Japan, I was very much pressured by the whole “got recommended on the library” okay, you can judge me through those lenses)

Unfortunately, for him, he wasn’t alone when he finally climbed out of the volcano.

Fortunately for him, this Ichirou Moriyama doesn’t want his father, who is very much interested in becoming immortal, to actually become immortal. Neil explains the whole immortality thingy (I found some typos and honestly? I shan’t fix them. It adds character) and Ichirou subtly kicks Neil’s clothes closer to him, which... I get it, my guy. It’s kind of difficult to have an intimidating conversation when someone’s bits are out and about.

As they are trying to hash out their problem -- as in, Neil’s father told them that Neil’s immortality would be viable to cure Kengo --, Andrew appears blowing his ball of flames onto both of them, and Neil uses his powers to create a pocket that repels the fire, so it doesn’t touch him or Ichirou.

(Why didn’t he use those powers on his clothes, as well? Dunno, don’t poke at my plot too much or it will definitely crumble right into your face, you’re gonna inhale too much dust and die from fandom toxicity, AND THAT’S NO WAY TO REACH A GOOD DEATH)

btw:

Neil, my dude. The dragon thought you were in danger? Chill out???

Neil rages for a few seconds but quickly turns that into a situation to ask Moriyama for his protection against his father, since Neil just technically saved his life.

Oh, and if you think “Uhhh, why would Neil even believe that Ichirou would keep his word?”

Don’t worry, I gotchu:

Ichirou agrees with the deal, for plot reasons. Since he got a deal out of it kind of easily, Neil thinks, “Wait a minute. If I give my father’s immortality to this Moriyama, literally passing the hot potato around, then the Moriyamas won’t be after me for an immortality, my father probably won’t be immortal and come after me as the death machine he used to be and I might be able to use it to free a certain god????”

So Neil uses his father’s immortality to bargain for Jean’s freedom, and he doesn’t wait for Moriyama’s response for that one. He simply hops onto dragon!Andrew’s back and they fly away into the... sunset? Sunrise? Don’t ask me, I clearly can’t keep track of the time passage in my fics.

And this is the end of the chapter!

Let me say something that I hope will be quick: this chapter felt much better written to me then the other three. It’s shaky in places, definitely, and it could’ve gone through a more severe round of editing, but I can certainly feel the positive outcomes of the pressure I felt after my work got a shout-out. This fic had been pretty much geared towards myself, so writing about the world-building wasn’t my focus at all in the other three chapters. In this one, I try to at least explain some concepts I came up with which???? Go me??????

I still wish I had taken the time to work on this entire fic to make it as close to what I had in my head, but in a comprehensive form for the attention that it got, you know? I mean, from the ashes you crawl is still my most everything -- most kudos, hits, comments, bookmarks...  It deserved so much better but also... I like that it feels rough? I like that it can clearly help to contrast the growth of my style or whatever?

It was written after a long, long writer’s block, and it only got edited and posted because I decided to participate in an event for a different fandom and it got me excited about writing again.

Anyway, I’ve talked too much. Here’s to hoping I can contain myself in the next posts lmao

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6

[maleficking]

Completely Random Thoughts #2 (Continued): Acnologia Prequel Movie Headcanon Ideas (Edited)

After my last post about an Acnologia Prequel movie, I decided to go a typical tumblr poster route and bullet-pointed a list of ideas that I would personally use if I were to make this movie. The following will have slight retcons to them, so don’t be too alarmed if there is something that would change something in canon. If anyone else has any ideas for this concept, please share them. I’d love to hear what any of you have.

- To start with, the movie’s artstyle would be something closer to Phoenix Priestess compared to Dragon Cry. I have nothing against the Dragon Cry artstyle, in fact I think it looks fantastic, but I just personally prefer how Acnologia looks in the regular anime compared to Dragon Cry.

- The movie would begin with the birth of a baby Acnologia, who would be given the name “Hajimari”, which is the Japanese word for “beginning”. While initially supposed to represent the start of a new life, this name would foreshadow Acnologia’s role as the “bringer of a new era”.

- Growing up in the Hidden Land of Montes Secreta, we learn many things about Hajimari’s childhood. We learn that his father is the local medic for the village, with his wife being one of his former patients. They are both non-magical folk, as is everyone in Montes Secreta. 

- In fact, Hajimari is the only resident of the entire village to have Magic, having developed the power to use healing magic. A trait which would eventually be admired by Hajimari’s young brother.

- Hajimari actually first developed his magic power during a chance encounter with the guardian of Montes Secreta, Acnologia I. While many Dragons inhabited the village, Acnologia I served as the primary guardian and protected the humans against any threat. After a notably fierce battle, a young Hajimari would find an injured Acnologia I and helped heal his wounds with his new-found Magic.

- After this event, the boy and Dragon would become close friends. Acnologia I becoming a sort of teacher to Hajimari as he taught him Dragon culture while Hajimari served to help keep the Dragon company and helped heal wounds he attained in battles to protect the village.

- As Hajimari grows into an adult, he experiences many developments. He becomes an admirer of Dragons, gains a young brother who looks up to him,  and gains the title of “Doctor”. However, he also grows anxious about how weak his actual magic is. After failing to save someone even with his healing magic, Hajimari grew less confident of his ability to help anyone. A complex he confides with his close friend, Acnologia I.

- At this time, Acnologia I has heard the tales of wizards gaining a “Dragon-Killing” Magic and goes off to investigate the rumors. Unlike the series, however, we see what happens when Acnologia I encounters a group of Dragon Slayers who have grown mad with power. After being nearly killed by the rogue wizards, Acnologia I returns and converses with the Dragons of Montes Secreta, telling them of the kind of monsters that humans could become.

- The results are the slaughtering of the people of Montes Secreta by the very Dragons that once protected them. Among the destruction, Hajimari loses the family he once held so dear. He witnesses his parents consumed by the flames and his kid brother dies in his arms, his magic not being powerful enough to save him.

- And then the story goes as you know it, Hajimari is the lone survivor of the rampage. Looking over the destruction, he grows a hatred and lust to kill the beings he once oh so admired. For that, he needed the power to slay Dragons. As such, he heads to Ishgar to attain the power he seeks, to make all Dragons bleed.

- After a long journey, he finally makes it to Dragnof. While he’s disgusted at the idea of co-existence with Dragons, and even more so when learning he has to be taught by one, he bears with it in order to achieve his goal. While the Dragons are initially weary of the mysterious traveler, the queen of Dragnov Irene makes the decision to allow his teaching of Dragon Slayer Magic, having felt pity after hearing the tale of his tragedy. However she remained unaware of the growing darkness within Hajimari’s heart.

- To the surprise of many, Hajimari become the first and only human capable of learning a rare form of Dragon Magic known as “Spirit Dragon Slayer Magic”. A Slayer with the power to harness their own spirit in order to inflict damage to a Dragon’s very soul, hurting them in ways no other Slayer could. This magic would also allow Hajimari to consume the souls of the Dragons he killed, a tidbit that would eventually lead to him developing multiple Magic Types at a time, unknown to everyone but Hajimari.

- As the years go on, Hajimari makes a name for himself as one of the most powerful and one of the most aggressive Dragon Slayers working for co-existance. Bidding his time for when he can truly drive Dragons to extinction, he bites his tongue and continues to work with Irene’s cause. However, this form of lifestyle leaves Hajimari unfulfilled, feeling like he isn’t doing enough to avenge all of his fallen loved ones.

- Yet one day, while on a mission from Irene, Hajimari kills a Dragon chasing a girl, a young child named “Rei”. After unintentionally saving her, she begins to follow Hajimari, much to his annoyance. Admiring his strength, Rei essentially becomes a fangirl for Hajimari.

- Eventually, Hajimari begins to form a friendship with Rei, since she reminds him of how his young brother used to look up to him. They form a bond as they share their stories, revealing that Rei too experienced Dragons slaughtering her family. While some of his fellow Dragon Slayers (and even a few Dragons) would mock the “fearsome” Hajimari for taking in a kid, he didn’t care as he now had someone to protect and look after...for now.

- Everything would change, however, when Rei tragically loses her life to an ambush from a Dragon, Hajimari being too late to save her. Exploding in rage, Hajimari’s anger amplifies his magic to the point where he activates his Dragon Force for the first time and savagely rips apart the Dragon. 

- After this tragedy, Hajimari begins his true descent into madness. Becoming even more savage in his rage to exterminate Dragons and all who dare support them, no longer caring about the orders of Irene and going rogue. In this period of time is when Hajimari loses his memories, gains the title “Acnologia”, and becomes a full “Arcane Dragon Slayer” along with gaining his Dragonized Form. 

- The entire climax would revolve around Acnologia at his peak initiating the Dragon King Festival, with the onlookers including Irene, Anna Heartfillia, and Zeref. The movie ending on a shot of Acnologia atop a mountain of Dragon corpses and roaring towards the heavens proclaiming, “I AM ACNOLOGIA, THE DRAGON KING!!!” 

BONUS:

- Originally I didn’t want to make Acnologia a “Spirit Dragon Slayer” since I thought that’d be too out of place, but the appearance of a Ghost Dragon Slayer in 100 Year Quest proved me otherwise. So whelp.

- I wrestled a bit with the idea of making Rei be Sonya from Dragon Cry, adding more meaning to the Post Credit Scene. I decided against it since it would require too much retconning to actually work (Although I guess Sonya’s death would affect Acnologia slightly more after losing both his sibling and Rei in this scenario).

- Something that would definitely be in the movie would be the bitter reunion of Hajimari and Acnologia I. I’m currently on and off at thinking of having Acnologia I actually being the one who kills Rei and begins Hajimari’s savage rampage. The meeting would expectedly end with the gruesome death of Acnologia I, who would reflect on his past choices and die in shame of the kind of monster that he helped create. 

But yeah, that’s what I got so far for my Acnologia Prequel Movie idea. Please, let me know what you think of it.

[takemealivelh]

Ahadskalajsh I just read the Mikey blurb and now I want one too except could you please make it with Ashton andddd you could do the same concept of enemies to lovers cause I live for that stuff lol❤️❤️

JAIDA I’M FINALLY HERE WITH YOUR BLURB

To be honest, this is a fic okay? I really enjoyed writing this story and you know what? There’s going to be a part 2. I promise.

I present to you…

BATTLE OF THE BANDS

2.6k | Enemies to Lovers | Mentions of alcohol and sex | FEEDBACK IS ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED

Thank you so much to @5sosnsfw and @angelbabylu for helping me edit this, I love you so much

Battle of the Bands Pt. 2

The new 5 Seconds of Summer single had been climbing up the charts, positioning itself in number 10 in the third week of its release. The members were happy with how well it was doing, they’d worked so hard on it, pouring their hearts out in the lyrics and the performance. Luke’s voice transitioned from heartfelt head voice verses into belting notes in the chorus, Calum’s baseline was a funky reminiscence of Duran Duran’s Come Undone, Michael’s guitar riff gave it a whole new depth with a chockfull overdrive. It was Ashton’s drums that really glued the piece together, a steady 4/4 beat and consistent open hi-hat flow with several well-calculated fills. Their best song to date.

Midnight Street was a new upcoming band that no one expected to blow up so quickly. Their rock-pop sound with heavy piano riffs was a refreshing addition to the public’s ears, and they found themselves escalating the numbers as well with their new single. Critics described it as a ‘whimsical and skittish track, an intriguing take on the classic pop verse-pre-chorus-chorus formula that deconstructs its way towards the end, but blends into a homogenous anthem by vocalist JJ’s performance’.

It wasn’t until Billboard hosted a party to announce their list of nominees that these two bands finally met face to face.

“I think I might throw up, I’m so excited.”

Ashton’s smile glowed through the candle-lit table he was sitting in with his bandmates. The stage displayed a wide screen with the list of nominees for Top Rock Song. He felt his heart gurgle in his chest, the feeling of pride about to spurt out of his veins.

“This is it,”

He whispered to himself, “this is what we deserve.”

The room remained a buzz to the band’s ears. Only when they were announced and a round of applause exploded around them they allowed themselves to celebrate by clinking their glasses of wine. They didn’t pay attention to much else until the ceremony was over and the party started.

“You might win this one,” They were told by producers and managers that approached their table to congratulate them.“I would only be worried about that new band- Midnight Street, they’re doing pretty good as well.”

Ashton nodded the warnings off, he didn’t need to be concerned about a bunch of kids that had only started to understand the highs and lows of the music industry. In his eyes, they weren’t a threat. Sure, he and Calum had gone to a few Midnight Street shows, they were good. They were passionate. But they still had a long road to walk to get to the place he and his bandmates had paved for themselves. Ashton wasn’t worried. Especially when the new band showed up to showcase their admiration to all the work 5SOS had done.

“We’re big fans, it’s just an honour to be put into the same league as you guys.”

Michael and Calum engaged in conversation with the drummer and bassist of the band, two chunky guys with short hair and green jackets. Luke quickly found common grounds with the lead guitarist and vocalist JJ, a love for Nickelback and eccentric cowboys. It was Jaida that caught Ashton’s eye, the pianist of the band. He liked that she actually played a vertical W. Hoffmann onstage instead of the classic Korg keyboard he had seen over and over again at every single live show he went to. He liked the fact that she was the responsible one for making Midnight Street the novelty they were. Didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous and flaunted it, a well-tailored deep emerald suit with a plunging neckline was always a good fashion choice in his eyes.

“We’re contenders now. If you give me any advice tonight, I won’t take it seriously. You might just be trying to mess with my head.”

Jaida’s lips curved into a smirk behind her glass of mojito.

He liked her confidence, her presence was strong enough to keep him interested.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ashton let out a small laugh, setting his now empty glass on the table and leaning towards her. “You don’t look like someone who takes advice from anyone anyways.” His tone was flirty, his eyes lingered on her lips for more than a brief moment and his knees barely touch hers. She noticed his lustful behaviour, it wasn’t the first time another musician had taken an interest in her.

Jaida had had her fair share of one-night stands, knowing that she couldn’t hold a relationship because of the band’s schedule. In that sense, she and Ashton were on the same page. He was a sexual being, a man who liked to have fun without many responsibilities, his rockstar status made his fantasies easy to come to life. She was no different, and she knew just how to get a guy’s attention with the right gestures.

“I caught your performance last week in LA, it was a wild one.”

Jaida crossed a leg on top of the other and placed her elbow on it, the fabric of her satin pants slightly riding up as she teased Ashton’s leg. The expression of amusement in his eyes was obvious and she licked her lower lip before leaning forward, resting her chin on her hand, knowing Ashton would get a better view at her cleavage. He wasn’t subtle about the new view he was granted.

“Thank you.”

Ashton had a hard time focusing his eyes on hers, they seemed to travel down her neck every instant.

“We love putting our entire energy in our shows. I’m always soaked after playing the set, but I like it. If you don’t believe in your music, no one will, ya know?”

He laid an arm on the table, his long fingers brushing against the fabric that covered her arms, “I think you know,” he chuckled to himself, growing excited by how Jaida’s lashes seemed to frame the same lust he held in his eyes.

“I’ve seen you play once or twice.”

Ashton nodded and in one swift movement, he propelled his body forward, lips hovering her ear.

“I like the way you move.”

Her skin visibly bristled and he smirked against it. Jaida dropped her gaze and turned her head to engage in the most intense staring contest she had ever participated in.

“And that’s only onstage.”

Her teasing grin was enough for Ashton to decide this was the girl he wanted to take back to his place that night.

-

“You’re leaving already?”

Ashton called her from his spot on the bed. The black suit he’d worn to the party laid on the floor, his red hair was plastered all over his forehead. He watched Jaida collect her things from the dresser next to his bedroom door, and put on the heels she had eagerly discarded the night before when he pushed her down onto his mattress.

“You don’t want me here, Ashton. Especially after you check your phone,”

She laughed and ran a hand through her tangled hair. His eyebrows knitted together, curiously staring at her triumphant smile.

“I’m gonna go.”

Jaida laughed and pulled out her phone, scrolling down whatever was displaying on the screen, “I know my way out. Have fun today.” She didn’t even wave goodbye when she left his bedroom. Moments later, he heard the front door.

The sound of the cars driving up and down the street grew louder as the clock got closer to 9 am. Ashton pushed his hair back and looked over at the mess he and Jaida had made. He remembered her lips on his skin, her moans when he pushed inside her, the mark he’d left on her right hipbone. He looked down at his bare chest and found one of her works as well, a red lipstick-stained lovebite under his sternum. “Wow,” he breathed out before getting out of bed and hopping into the shower.

-

Twenty minutes before the radio interview would begin, Ashton stared at his phone screen blankly. He would refresh the page every ten seconds but the numbers didn’t change. 5 Seconds of Summer was number 6, Midnight Street was number 3.

“How did this happen?”

They weren’t sure. Luke and Michael were pacing back and forth, discussing ideas of how they could promo the single, how they could get back up on top. Calum was outside smoking a cigarette. Their team was nervous about the interview, Midnight Street beating them on the charts had definitely staggered their confidence.

In some kind of irrational train of thought, Ashton remembered Jaida’s comment and he felt angry. He had fallen into her spell and now he was paying the price. And for what? A squirming body under his touch? Red lips trailing wet kisses down his torso at an excruciatingly slow pace? A high-pitched whimper when he hooked her knees over his shoulders? He heard his name being called from inside of the studio.  

“5 Seconds of Summer is here! We have Luke, Calum, Ashton and Michael to talk about their new single and their upcoming performance on the Billboard Awards next month. How are you guys? Excited?”

The band talked about the creation of their new track and the inspiration behind it, but no one had prepared them for the next question.

“New band Midnight Street has just beat you on the charts with their first ever single, how do you feel about that?”

Like a dropkick on the groin.

Ashton could feel the blood flush his face. He had worked so hard for his pride to be stomped on by a band that had never even had a world tour. So what he had fucked the pianist? So what? He didn’t owe her anything.

“You know, I don’t mind them. Yeah, their song is good, but that’s it. Nothing inventive.”

Lie. “Nothing that really caught my ears.” Lie. “They’re not gonna be around for long, I’m tellin’ ya. So I’m not worried.”

The look on his bandmates’ faces was either pure rage or unhidden disgust, washed over by a thin layer of astonishment.

-

“Ash, what the fuck was that?” Luke poked the redhead’s shoulder. He had disappointed him, had disappointed all of them.

He hadn’t been the bigger person.

It didn’t take long for Ashton to receive hundreds of notifications on his phone. Angry management, inquisitive journalists, confused fans… his Twitter and Instagram feed was full. Buried between a DM of his producer and a link to an article, there was a text from Jaida.

Fuck you, Irwin.

The temptation was too much, he loved his doses of masochism and assholery. He knew it wouldn’t lead him anywhere, that it was just playing with fire. For a moment, the thought of being the bad boy in other’s eyes was too fascinating. It felt powerful.

Fuck you right back.

He shoved his phone deep into his jacket pocket and waved his team goodbye. He had dropped a bomb and was now heading out for an iced coffee like it was nothing.

The flashes caught his face immediately, all of them yelling at him. Questions came right and left, but he didn’t stop to address them.

Only when he turned his TV on later that night, he knew what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into.

“Midnight Street is the new upcoming band….”

Ashton rolled his eyes when he saw Jaida’s tense body at the end of the couch, squished between the drummer and the vocalist/guitarist. Now they were getting more press because of his comment. This was exactly the opposite of what he wanted.

“I just want to say.,”

Jaida’s voice pierced through the speakers of Ashton’s sound system and travelled to his ears, unpleasant, like nails on a chalkboard.

“… To the drummer of 5SOS, thank you for getting us to number two with your comment.”

She was facing the camera directly now. Ashton hated himself for thinking she looked hot with another power suit that complimented her skin tone. “You dug your grave yourself, you’d think you’d be wiser than that. I was wrong.”

His blood was boiling, his ears matched his hair colour. Ashton turned off the TV, immediately pulling out his phone to look for Jaida’s contact information. Oh, she was going to hear him.

-

The insistent bell rings were enough of a clue to know who it was. Jaida had gotten to her place only a few hours ago, stripping from the suit and heels and throwing a ratty old t-shirt on. She had expected some kind of response from Ashton; a text, a voice message, a callout on Twitter. Something.

Had she not learned that with him it was either go big or go home?

It was almost 2 am.

“What are you doing here?”

Jaida’s voice was stern, she didn’t want her surprise to show.

“Are you coming to insult me in my own place? That’s mature of you.”

Ashton’s lips were pursed together in a flat line, jaw jutting forward, muscles rigid.

She drove him completely insane. Everything from the tone in her voice, the few strands of hair out of place from her ponytail, locked knees in display thanks to an Arctic Monkeys tee… He wanted to yell at her, then bend her over and have her right there on the front door.

“Aren’t you gonna invite me inside? You’re being a rude hostess, doll.”

The raspy voice was the quickest way to remind her of how he’d absolutely wrecked her the night before. The hot skin against her own, the bites on her shoulders and collarbones, his breathy groans when she sucked him off. She stepped aside to let him in, eyes quickly glued to his ass when he passed her, that same ass she had eagerly squeezed not 24 hours ago. Angry sex was the best kind of sex in her opinion, she was not going to let this fuel go to waste.

Jaida closed the door behind her and leaned against it, rotating her ankles one at a time on the welcome rug.

“Had I known I was having visitors, I would’ve put on some pants and opened a bottle of wine.”

She grinned, amused. Watching Ashton peruse around her apartment was like observing a deer in unknown territory. Her territory. His face was still unreadable, but his movements were hesitant and discerning.

Ashton browsed the collection of books and CDs she had on a shelf next to her widescreen TV, kept himself busy by counting the number of awards she had put on her living room table, not all recognizable, but a large amount of them. He didn’t bother to look at her, knowing that he’d most likely get a boner from the tension in the air alone.

She kept talking.

“I guess I’ll get the beers from the fridge.”

A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself off the door and made her way to the kitchen. Jaida could feel the shift of his attention, now completely focused on the way she moved.

“Stop drooling over my legs. ” her lips broke into a smirk.

This kind of power she liked, knowing she could make a man turn his head in under two seconds. She had them eating from the palm of her hand.

Ashton had been intense and passionate under the sheets, his tight grip all over her body, he knew what he wanted and how he could get it. Not a shy minute while he ravaged her, and Jaida had liked that. He got a good peek at how her concert tee slipped up her bum as she bent down to pick two bottles of lager from the bottom of the fridge. Her thighs felt like they were on fire, as if Ashton was burning holes through them with his eyes.

-

To be continued.

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