#the fact that he’s been getting away with this for so long is literally revolting

[laysdimplesareillegal]

ITS HAPPENED GUYS

[anonymous-dentist]

Somewhere there's a universe where q!Roier is a Federation employee and like. He's obviously still the golden child, the Feds all adore him, but rules are rules. They have to take Bobby away, and they really don't understand why Roier is so upset because he's one of them. He's happy! He's perfect! He's their silly little guy! He should've known better than to get attached.

Nothing seems to cheer him up. Not his assigned partner, who leaves to grieve in her own way. Not his adoptive family, who serve more as placebos than actual family members (everyone in the Federation knows that Agent R0-1-3-R is an orphan, it's why he turned out so well working under them for so long.) Not his friends, who seem to blame him for his egg's death.

But then there's the Federation's literal least favorite person, Cellbit, who so happens to be Roier's literal favorite person. Who manages to make Roier smile in ways that none of the S.M.I.L.E. units have been able to since he was a child.

So, naturally, when Cellbit comes up to S.M.I.L.E. Agent: Cucurucho claiming to have changed his entire world perspective and wanting to join the Federation, the Feds are Very Okay with this. Because Roier is their specialest little guy, and it just wouldn't do for him to be in love with an enemy of the state. And the Feds know that Cellbit is probably trying to trick them, but allowing him to join would make him happy, and it's bound to make Roier happy. Right?

Wrong! Because Roier literally tries to kill himself the second he finds out that Cellbit is 'missing' from the island. And he won't listen when Cucurucho tries hinting towards the fact that the love of his life is currently becoming as perfect as he is. He wants his Cellbit back, and he wants him now. Kidnapping people isn't cool!

But, like. No, you can't just leave the Federation once you've joined. And they're just doing what's best for Roier. They're giving him his friend and his soulmate, and he'll get to keep him when the experiment ends. It's a privilege no one else on the island is going to get! Why is he so fucking ungrateful?

Unfortunately for the Feds, Cellbit breaks free from their control after a few days, and Roier is there to get him. And that night they get engaged and then, once the rest of the island is asleep, Roier storms into the offices demanding that they leave Cellbit alone from now on. He's literally fucked up, okay? Leave him out of things.

Wrong move, Roier. It isn't your place to argue against your superiors no matter how special you are.

So Retired Agent: Codename "Abueloier" is sent to eradicate the problem. If Cellbit is out of the picture, then that's for the best.

...Unfortunately, a certain little bear (coughs Osito Bimbo) saves Abueloier because it can't bear (pun intended) to see Roier this sad.

Roier and Cellbit go on their date, and they get married, and not even Agent: Codename "ElQuackity" is able to break them apart with the elections. Goddamnit.

With literally no other choice, the Federation is forced to accept its newest family member. They can't brainwash him again, because, honestly, there's no point. Roier's happy and complacent again, Cellbit is much happier than he was, neither are itching to revolt or anything.

So Cellbit is brought into the family business, whether he likes it or not. It guarantees a life with Roier after the experiment, not that he knows that. And it's fine! He's even getting along with Cucurucho these days! He's doing good work, and he may not be happy about it now, but he'll get there before too long.

It's settled with:

"What if I'm a Federation employee?" [It's scared, hesitant, because they promised they wouldn't keep secrets from each other, and this is one hell of a secret. [Roier looks down at the floor, already anticipating a negative response, but... [But Cellbit shrugs, uncaring.] "It'll be fine," he says. "I'm already an employee, too, remember? We'll just be stuck together."

A happily ever after.

[iheartshoyo]

INCOMING RANT

Yoshida Shoyo is a virgin and I stand by that😤

(with proof and analysis)

I definitely could have added more info on why I think that this is so cuz I have many more things that would stand as proof so ill add on a bit more. Read below 👇🏽

this is the same text but in video format but the scenes at the back in some places can be considered as back up for my post😭

MORE ANALYSIS BELOW 👇🏽

1. Total ostracism

He was ousted since he was a kid and it lasted for centuries. He was literally TORTURED for simply existing my man did nothing to warrant this hell but oh well that's humans of the past for you. It should be known that his whole 1000+ years of life, not one soul had bothered to help or stand up for him, because nobody knows what it's like to be in his state and never bothered to sympathise with him.

2. Disgusted by humans

He has literally called humans disgusting many times, and yet it's not even the most insulting thing he has called humans. He's a certified hater to the point that he could be considered a racist(discriminates the human race and kinda every other life form in the universe)

Mostly someone would say oh but he's been alive for over a 1000 years something definitely happened. Yes something did, hate and pain and agony is what happened😭😭😭 first few centuries, were different methods of killing and torturing him, then for about 500 years I think, he was rotting away in a cell in a cave.

And then the next 500 years he was killing mfs left and right. I can safely assume that after his break from jail, when he immediately started killing the first group of humans that he met, he literally means he wanted to get rid of anyone he laid eyes on💀 Man didn't just despise, he was REVOLTED.

An important qns that could come up is what if when he was yoshida shoyo (for around 20 years). It's a very short amount of time compared to his lifespan isn't it☠️ Also not to forget the fact as I mentioned before, he was still heavily discriminated and feared. Also He was chased out of every town or village he travelled to, hence the title that he's a wanderer(along with gintoki).

(This could possibly have been the fact that the people recognised him as either the immortal demon or as the leader of Naraku) However it could also contribute to the fact that his revolutionary teachings were bothering the townsfolk's norms, thus the community unrest resulting in chasing him out.

Idc what anyone says a man who was so intensely and ruthlessly tortured would have a dead libido, man has literally experienced death like a daily occurrence. It was frequent ritual to come back from the dead, he has literally seen death and had tea with it, and is used to it he would NOT gaf about his dick which probably stays dead too with how many times he's been killed.

I could say the same for physical attraction because, firstly, his deep hate,more emphasis on DISGUST and DISCRIMINATION he holds for humans as well as for living beings on every other planet in the universe as Utsuro is well known. But as for yoshida shoyo, the compassionate man, I would consider him a man above worldly pleasures, as his immortality, past lives and wisdom(along with how tired he is of everyone) can attest to that.

3. Man beyond societal pressures and standards

Considering that he's a certified menace to society from birth till death, along with the menaces he trained. Safe to say he would not give any fucks about being socially acceptable even as yoshida shoyo he was still a force to be reckoned with, he was in no way submissive(the scene where he rushes to protect his kids amd threatens a bunch of men that he'll collapse the whole government because HE COULD).

With the way he has lived his life and all the events he has gone through, societal expectations/cues would actually mean nothing to him(along with his lifespan), He had become numb to the minds and behaviours of humans long ago. He has no need to go out of his way to do or say anything that does not please him and has no one to appease to. The only reason he surrendered when the Naraku came for him was to not jeopardize the safety of his students.

He COULD have easily fought them off, but after twenty years or so he probably got tired again of constantly running from the naraku(he did say at one point he was tired of running). And he was also confident in the beginnings of revolution and strong spirits he had sowed into the students he taught.

His teachings were considered as revolutionary and forward thinking, he took a new approach to life that breaks away from the stigmatised version of what was initially taught to young people and his method encouraged individualism and soul searching along with self sufficiency and inner peace, atleast to pack all of his teaching's purpose in a nutshell(definitely encapsulates much more than these ideas).

The new outlook he had begun to teach was seen as rebellious and as a fire that had to be snuffed out before its influence could spread. This further solidifies the idea that he was rather more taken with the notion that each individual pursues their own ambitions and their own rules of life, rather than conforming to the society's expectations upon them at the time he was a teacher. The principle of a man following his own rules set upon his own soul can be found in Gintoki as well, which were the concepts of individuality Shoyo had passed down to his students.

In the current years as far as I know nobody really judges you for your sex life but hookup culture was more "normalised" a few decades ago, cough cough millennials cough cough. E.g. sorachi making constant cherry/virgin jokes. No matter how normalised or societal standard anything maybe, shoyo was FARRRR from normal, bet that he would be the polar opposite of any type of expectation society normally has.

It's clear for us throughout gintama that shoyo viewed being alive and having a body as a burden, immensely. So it's obvious that a body that pains his soul to have would not be worried about pleasure in a physical sense. As aforementioned in the first part(twitter post), he would not even bother to think about it given his life incidents.

And as an individual, for 1. he is very mentally ill and at war within himself,

2. he's seen too many things in life and is traumatised to an unimaginable extent.

3. nobody would ever be able to truly understand or sympathise with him.

4. with the way his character is he seems self sufficient and independent, thus losing the need to find gratification in anyone else physically, emotionally and mentally.

Instead he had a lot of wisdom and knowledge to share and demonstrate to the world instead, hence his choice to become a teacher(starting/working in a temple school).

4. Not human nor programmed to be humane.

Shoyo was born human initially, but due to unforeseen circumstances he ended up becoming a being of altana or was born with altana in his blood. So from a very young age he was programmed to be much different from the average human. He himself, due to all the abuse and visceral disgust aimed towards him, stopped considering himself a human and instead became a monster, not human, and was even deprived from any sort of human normalcy. As Yoshida shoyo, he would have not valued anything the average person would, he is not normal. (in a good and bad way).

Moreover gintama has many references deep-rooted into Buddhism and Shoyo was basically akin to a monk during his teaching era.

None of his personalities via his split personality would ever delve into pleasurable ways, because, exempting his personality of yoshida shoyo, every other personality was an extension of Utsuro, who wanted nothing to do with humans and wished for the extinction of them. So excluding his hundred other extensions of his mind(personalities), his singular personality, can definitely be perceived and considered as a zen master/monk.

Heres a link to a shoyo analysis(at the end of the post), it delves into the life and character arc of yoshida shoyo, along with his connections and references to Buddhism. And importantly how his death signifies nirvana, nirvana means to break the cycle of life, and to do that, some points to achieve this are to go beyond the worldly/materialistic aspects of life, which shoyo has already mastered in my opinion. Atleast as yoshida shoyo, excluding his other personalities.

The only thing stopping him from being freed was his suffering and absolute pain which even resulted in him becoming mentally deranged. His suffering was the only thing stopping him from absolution.

In a way, Utsuro yearned for nirvana too(shoyo is no different from utsuro in the ways of his soul no matter the amount of personalities, hes still just one soul, one man), but went about it in a more "all encompassing" method💀 because his nihilism was at its peak within him, with his history of genocide as a fuel to his ambitions. He wanted to truly end not just his existence and consciousness but everything that exists as a whole. As he believed as Utsuro it would be a more fitting way to end ALL cycles once and for all (perpetuated agenda by his hatred).

In the end, obviously as he has repeatedly stated, he yearned for death, the end of the cycle. And a man who yearns for death, would not consider anything else in his life other than leaving the very body that is nothing more than a burden to him. And vehemently strived to dissolve his soul to put a full stop to the endless agony that he knows and calls life.

Link: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFGagoWo/

End of my post I hope that everyone realises I'm always right when it comes to my love, shoyo😝.

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

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Part 6

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   It had been a while since the party, you weren’t sure how long given that time was pretty irrelevant to you as an immortal, and because it went by so slow and fast thinking about Hephaestus and Zeus’ proclamations, respectively.

You were brought to reality with a knock on your door.

“Hermes!  What are you doing here?”  You always liked him because he was always all over the place, literally and figuratively, but he was harmless yet so full of life.  He never seemed to grow dull of his immortal existence.

“Hi Aphrodite, I am just here to bring a message, but now I gotta fly!  You know Hades, if I am on time it means I am late!”  He said this while handing you a beautifully handwritten letter.  He didn’t even wait for a response before he flew away, and so you went back into your room to open the letter.

Aphrodite, 

     Please join me in my home tomorrow.  We have much to discuss concerning your future.

   ~Hera

     It was impersonal but beautiful handwriting so you had to admire it.  You were nervous it would have to do with Zeus’ comments at the party, as any prospects for a husband were revolting to you.  But there was no way you could say no to the queen, so you sighed and went to pick out an outfit to suit the occasion.  It gave you comfort to throw yourself in the beauty that is fashion.

     Upon arriving at the house of the king and queen once again, walking up the ornate steps seemed less daunting than you imagined.  You were resigned to the fact that they would make you get married, but you steeled yourself in preparation knowing you would say your piece wanting a choice in suitors.

“Welcome, Aphrodite.  Mother is just through there.” Hebe gestured to one of many doors lining the corridor.

“Thank you Hebe”  You said, kindly.  Everything you said came out in a sweet and alluring voice.

You knocked on the open door and walked in.  Hera was sitting, regally sipping on an ornate cup in a poised manner.  She always appeared so confident and poised, you couldn’t help but be a little envious of the regal vibe she projected.

“Come in Aphrodite, thank you for joining me”  She said kindly but with no affection.  You merely nodded knowing she said it out of social niceties knowing you couldn't’ say no.

“It is an honor to be invited as a guest of the queen.”  You replied with the socially expected response.

“There is no need to waste time, I think it is better if I just say it.  My husband has mentioned to you that you will be getting married.”  It was matter of fact, as she set her cup down on the ornate table.  She handed you a cup to which you took with a nod.

“Thank you, yes he mentioned it at the party for Demeter and her daughter, Persephone.”

“He could have had better timing I’m sure, but nevertheless he is convinced you getting married will solve many problems he faces.”

“And what problems do my singleness cause?”  You could tell any charmspeak you possessed was lost on her because she could see right through you.  She raised an eyebrow slightly which was enough to put an end to any tone you might have had, or wanted to give.

“He does not want a war to break out because of you.  He is in the middle of…a delicate matter with Demeter, and doesn’t want another problem on his plate.”  You knew very well he and Demeter didn’t get along, and he didn’t do well with multitasking.

“Do you really think it would come to that?”  You asked, seriously.

“Yes.”  She simply replied.  This flattered you deeply.  Though you didn’t like the idea of the gods, the idea they would fight over you, gave you great strokes.  Fighting over your beauty, for love etc. how could you not be flattered as it was your very essence?  She watched you carefully.

“I do not blame you for enjoying the idea of that, given who you are, but you must understand a war on Olympus, no matter how small, would be…detrimental.  We are still recovering from the Titanomachy, and that was ages ago.  Not everyone was there, but those who were remember and we all feel the impact still.  So, to avoid this, you must be married.  You understand.”  You hadn't thought through it that much other than how it affected you, but you couldn’t argue with her logic.  It did make sense.  A deep sigh,

“What is it that you want of me?”

“Cooperation.  There is no need to fight this and throw any tantrums.”  She gave you a knowing look.

“Hera, I cannot promise to never throw a tantrum, as you say, but the worst of those days are behind me”  You knew she referred to your more immature, selfish, dramatic days in the beginning of your existence.  And you weren’t perfect, but you tried to keep your outbursts to a minimum, even though many situations seemed justified to you.

“Then we are on the same page.  Let me list the eligible gods.”  She pulled out a golden scroll and began.

“Ares, of course, Apollo, Hermes, Dionysus, Hades…” You started to tune her out becoming overwhelmed.  No one on the list was a shock, you had thought of them all too in anticipation for the day, but they all stood out to you, in a bad way.

“Now, these are just eligible, but not a logical choice.  Hades is out, you two would not make a good match, and he needs a strong match as one of the three, no offense”  She could care less if offense was taken and it was; it is never good to hear you are not good enough.

“Dionysus is out.”  You said.  She merely nodded.

“Obviously.” You were glad she agreed, you didn’t know what to expect.

“Hermes is a good choice so he will stay on the list, but Apollo cannot.”

“Agreed”  You said. You hadn’t talked that much with Apollo but he was rumored to be with multiple mortals, and you wanted a faithful husband, though you knew it was unlikely, even given your beauty.  Men can have it all, the most beautiful, the most lovely, the most caring, and they will still give it all up for a few minutes of nothing that doesn’t come half as close to what they have at home. One thing both immortal and mortal men had in common. Hera had her own issues with Apollo, so it was no wonder she wanted him off the list but there was more to it. There always was.  Besides, you felt a kindred spirit in her at this moment knowing finding a husband was important to her, not only because she was the goddess of marriage, but because hers was a sham.  For all her flaws, you never once saw her be unfair when it came to blessing marriages (those that deserved blessing).

“So that leaves Ares and Hermes.”  She said, looking up at you.

“So it seems” You murmured while thinking.  Ares you didn’t want, and Hermes was a nice acquaintance but could you truly make a life with him?

“Personally I do not want Hermes on the list, for a few reasons, but the one thing Zeus agrees with me on is that he wouldn’t care enough about a war starting he would just go with whatever is happening, and only until it was too late start to care about the damage.”

“I would have to agree with your majesties.”  You told her, knowing Ares was the only suitor left.

“So that leaves Ares,”  She said pointedly.

“And he cannot also be taken off the list?”  

“Other than the fact he is a complete oaf, he fits all the criteria needed.”  Hera said.  “Besides, no one else is left on the list.”

“I have to say, I am not surprised at this conclusion, but if it makes a difference I do not want to marry him.”  You told her honestly, without breaking eye contact.  She smirked slightly.

“I assumed as much and I am glad to hear you say it; offering it of your own volition.  I told Zeus you would not want to marry Ares, and it will go over better to tell him you offered it rather than him suspecting me of manipulating you.”

“I would like to think you wouldn’t try, and even if you did, I would be able to not allow myself to be manipulated again.  I am older and hopefully more wise, especially with the company I keep”  You hedged.  She bristled a little.

“Athena is wise, and there are worse friends to have.”  You thought this was the nicest thing she had said about Athena, ever.   “But I need to know, do you even want to get married?”

“I do.”  You didn’t hesitate which only slightly surprised you.  “I am the goddess of love and I want that for myself, and once upon a time I was desperate enough to believe Ares and I had it, but I was young and naive.  I want to marry for love.”

“We can’t all be so fortunate.  Even Posiedon and Amphtrite have their problems, and they put up the best facade.”  You could hear the pain in her voice.

“We can hope.”  You offered.

“Perhaps.”  She seemed diplomatic and unconvinced.  “Anyway, if Ares is so repulsive to you,”  She gave you a knowing look, “There is one more option that wasn’t on the list.”

“And who is that?”

“My son.”

[hello-nichya-here]

How did Cersei get away with still being known as Cersei Lannister despite marrying a Baratheon? Do you think her hatred of Robert was part of the reason why she kept her last name or was it purely a matter of a Lannister being proud of being a Lannister?

Short answer: The women don't really have to take their husband's names in Westeros, but Cersei did do some shit that she shouldn't have done and she only got away with it because the Game Of Thrones is very real and her family was a major player.

Long answer: The women don't really have to take their husband's names in Westeros. For exemple, Catelyn is sometimes called "Catelyn Stark" since she married Ned, had his kids, lives in Winterfell and, more importantly, eventually supported her son in being king of the North.

But her name is still Catelyn Tully, and people still call her that, because house Tully is pretty important and has a good reputation. She'd only stop using that name/allowing people to call her that if her house was shit (like house Frey) and marrying a Stark made her sound more important.

Cersei still calling herself a Lannister, even while married to the freaking king, would not be seen as disrespect.

What should have, and did have, people wondering if something was wrong, was the identity of her children being overwhelmingly Lannister. And I'm not just talking about their looks, I'm talking about shit like Joffrey's banners having a stag and a lion in it, and the Lannisters trying to claim the red comet is a sign of the Gods blessing Joffrey's reign, even though he is a "Baratheon" so the comet should have been gold.

And while Cersei's name is not a rebellion on her part, plenty of things she did clearly were. She did get pregnant with Robert's child once, and had Jaime find a woman to, in her own words, "clean her." She made it clear to Ned that she took advantage of Robert's drinking to only ever have sex with him in ways that couldn't possibly get her pregnant, and in one of her POV's she is bragging to herself about "eating his heirs." And yes, that is both about her pride as a Lannister (who is fucking another Lannister) and about her resentment of Robert for being a terrible, straight up abusive husband.

While there's no way people could know all that, they could still notice that not a single of her children looks like their supposed dad. Ned literally only realized it once Sansa and Arya, two children, pointed out that even in personality Robert's supposed heirs had nothing of him. The fact that whenever Cersei went into labor, Robet wasn't there with her but Jaime was, didn't fucking help.

Having your honor - aka the the list of men of you slept with - questioned as a woman in Westeros can be a permanent stain not just for the woman's reputation, but for her family's as well. When your husband is the king, that can lead to a death sentence.

Yet the Lannisters, not just Cersei, were constantly trying to be seen as just as important as the Baratheons, or even to completely over-shadow them, which just screams that their ambition goes beyond just having one, or many, of their own marrying into royalty - they want to be the royal family, and Cersei and Jaime in particular wanted to replace Robert's lineage with their own.

In all honesty, they have some pretty strong Targaryen envy; They want to be so powerful that nobody can tell them what to do. They want to be so scary, that no one dares to revolt against them because it would be stupid. They want to be the legendary figures that changed Westeros forever. They want those damn dragons. And yes, Cersei and especially Jaime want to get away with incest.

So, how the hell did they all get away with their shit for so long?

1 - Robert was a drunk idiot. He does not give a fuck or even notice much around him, he just cares about drinking plenty of good wine, fucking some young whore, and not having Cersei bothering him. And he also had the bad habit of not listening to people telling him shit he didn't wanna hear (usually things that meant him having to deal with the bad side of being king instead of just enjoying the benifts). Can you imagine him reacting well if someone interrupts his fun to express their concerns about how Cersei made their kids wear red instead of gold in a feast?

2 - The crown was in debt to the Lannisters. Can't question their loyalty, otherwise they take the money away, AND use said money to destroy you - like, say, having all the guards turn against the hand of the king and getting him arrested for speaking out against the queen's bastard being crowned, right after said queen tore the letter the king's last wishes in front of everyone and nobody could do anything about it.

3 - While their behavior was weird, most people didn't realize just what was going on until Stannis spilled the beans on Cersei's kids being all bastards - full Lannister bastards. One would need to be around Cersei and/or Jaime (and sober), as well as look at the Baratheon family tree to fully connect the dots. Once that story was out, it became not just a case of one family trying to usurp the throne, but also of treason against the king AND a scandalous, taboo, illegal affair between the queen and her brother.

4 - While Cersei wanted to make sure Robert would have no heirs, pretty much nobody but Jaime supported her on that, otherwise Tywin would have found a way to get rid of Stannis, Shireen, Renly and any other baratheon as well, so Joffrey "Baratheon" would be the only choice. The head of the house was playing the long-game of having their family spending years, and years, and YEARS getting more and more entwined with royal family and it's business until they were royalty themselves, not the game of "let's secretly replace the royal family with our own by cucking the king" so while one would easily call the Lannister ambitious, very few would immediately call them traitors - and with little evidence and, once again, a king like Robert, that could backfire real fast.

5 - The Lannisters are not the only snakes around. You had people like Varys and Littlefinger, who would keep or expose people's secrets depending on what was convenient for their own goals and decided that the Lannister incest didn't need to come to light (at that point), and plenty of noble families like the Tyrells who could turn a blind eye to everything they knew because they don't care who is the true king, they just wanted a king one of their own could marry.

So yeah, Cersei, in a subtle yet not at all subtle way, showed she had no love, and more importantly, no loyalty towards her husband, the king. And if she wasn't a Lannister, or if house Lannister had played the game in a slightly different way, there is a pretty big chance that she would have paid the price for that a long time ago.

[lunarsun12]

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Masterlist

𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 - 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈 ✧

- Oldest of the three brothers

- Used to want to want revenge (ever since Jake went missing, he vowed to never to do that again. Losing Jake is like losing his life)

- Very chill parent doesn’t really care for the rest of kids unless Jake requested he should be nice to them

- Part shareholders of the Jay company, as well he owns a secret society (which no one knows about)

- Used to be a model but have to give it up gf

- Sometimes babysit SunSun and Niki (where he normally let them do whatever they want)

𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆✧

- Calmest out of the bunch

- Always do the right thing (will revolt if got forced to do something, looking at you Heesung)

- Wants his cousins to get a long, he really hates picking sides (just want a big happy family and everyone to chill)

- He loves his cousins (even though he thinks Sunoo and Sunghoon can be so dramatic sometimes)

- He loves loves dogs, will steal one if it wasn’t illegal (has been begging his Appa for a dog but his Appa always says no)

- There is rumour that Jake has second personality, which no one ever saw (I’m sure it is no harm, more extra cuteness)

𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 - 𝑱𝒂𝒚 ✧

- CEO of the chat app, he pretty much seee everything

- The second oldest of the three brothers

- Clueless sometimes (he didn’t realise Heesung was plotting against him. Until they lost Jake)

- Not the most patient person when it comes with his kids (he believes that they are too spoilt…ahem he is the one who lets them get away with anything)

- Is looking an heir in inherit his business (SunSun is not good option, aas Jay believes they are useless all they do is spend)

𝑶𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 ✧

- Tweedle Dumb (you know the one in Alice in Wonderland)

- Has a younger brother called Sunoo (he is still trying to make Sunoo understand, that he is the boss and Sunoo should listen to him)

- He loves ice skating so much that he could live at the ice rink

- His most prized possession is his golden ice skates (he will go crazy if somone touches it)

- He is basically Sunoo other half (he literally will agree to Sunoo demand, just so he will not make a fuss)

- Claims he hates Niki but secretly like him (due to the fact Sunoo dislike Niki, so he has to dislike Niki as well. Since Niki embarrassed him on the internet)

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 ✧

- Tweedle D

- Has a brother called Sunghoon (they bicker 24/7)

- Has an innocent face (warning don’t be fooled, he will use that face to an advantage mainly destroy his cousins/ brother life or getting out of trouble)

- Obsess with Fashion (claims he is fashion king but his brother think otherwise)

- Owns a vlog channel where he vlogs his life (that how he become an internet sensation, while he was vlogging Niki dragged him on the floor and it was caught on video. He is known as the mop guy)

- Gets very dramatic about pretty much about everything (majority he misunderstood and likes the attention)

𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 - 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 ✧

- Maknae of the three brothers

- New parent, still learning how to parent Niki

- The responsible one, will sort out the family drama out fast ( as he use his cute charms on his brothers to get them to stop fighting or telling their children to behave)

- Claims he gave the money all to charity, reality he just lied about the charity thing. Just so no one can ask money from him (it happens too many times, especially from Sunoo)

- He owns a nursery, which Taeil works at. They become good friends as Taeil is teaching him. How to look after kids

- Overall a very cute little dude but don’t mess with him. He will get his brothers on you for making him sad

𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒊 ✧

- The youngest of the cousin

- Can spread chaos when rubbed the wrong way, he even force people to be friends with him one time just so he can take down Sunoo. It was all an misunderstanding in the end

- Apart from the chaos is very sweet and his Eomma loves to brag about him

- Works at Jay company as an intern

- He took a liking to Jake, as he always tells Niki to stick up for himself when SunSun teases him again

- He is known as Niki Minaj, he didn’t how that happend. He was practicing his dance moves and someone took video of him dancing. That how Niki Minaj is born

- He always bicker with Sunoo

[luxshine]

Ok. So... I've been sick and under a lot of Antibiotics. Like, seriously a lot.

The good ones too, as omg, the dreams. I will probably share them all with you at some point (Especially Law and Order: Random Kitten Edition) but there's one, that I actually took notes when I woke up from, that was so weird that I just have to share it with you guys.

Because my FEVERISH AND DRUG ADDLED Brain gave me "Harry Potter: The UNFUCKED edition" where I *think* most if not all of the really ugly parts got fixed.

To begin with a bang, Harry is not white. He is of hindi descent, from his Mom's side so Petunia and his cousin are also not white. Vernon is white, but when it comes to cultural stuff, he bows to Petunia. So his family celebrates Diwali, Makar Sankrati, Maha Shivarati, Holi... the works. There's also a lot, and I mean a LOT of cow decorations around the house.

He is also not bullied or mistreated by the Dursleys. They are VERY strict at the beginning, yes, especially Vernon who spends most of Harry's early childhood trying to keep him "normal" because he keeps saying that the nail that stands out, gets the hammer. But there's no treating Harry like a slave, he and Duddu, which was Dudley's name here (and latter google told me it was an hindu name meaning Love of sun which... wow feverish brain, WHERE did you get that trivia fact?) have a more sibling-like relationship. Harry FEELS like his life is boring and wishes something happened to him, and REALLY wishes Vernon didn't just knocked out anything that sounded like fun or different, but he is not abused.

Hermione is black, and of course, this puts her fight for the House Elves in a completely different light (AND this time, it sticks and it's not treated like a silly little thing)

Ron and the Weasleys are the same, only that because the Dursleys are not abusive, they actually become somewhat friendly at first, until Vernon loses his patience at how Arthur treats non wizards as clever little monkeys and puts him in his place. After that, they actually become friends.

The BIG change at first? Draco is not sorted in Slytherin, but in Ravenclaw, which immediately makes him a pariah to all Slytherins (aka. all his childhood friends) AND makes Lucious literally disown him via howler. Long story short, this ends up with the trio befriending him too, and becomes an arc about nurture vs. nature, this is, children are NOT evil, but they are taught to be evil and if you put all the death eater children in the exact same house? Well, it's an echo chamber and they all will grow up to be death eaters! Draco breaks free thanks to the hat sending him away. He also is the first one to help Hermione with the elves, by pointing out that sure, everyone will tell her that the elves like being slaves because the elves says so... BECAUSE they know that they will be punished if they say otherwise. So they try a different route to help free the elves which include all the non wizard born students revolting and going to help to the kitchen to wash dishes and so, as they do in their homes. At some point Dumbledore went to scold Hermione for forcing her classmates to do that, to which Hermione replied, in the kitchen, full of house elves "Ok, show of hands. Who is FORCED to be here?" and of course no one, not the house elves, nor the children, raised their hands. I liked that scene, especially as they laughed their hearts out once Dumbledore was gone.

Oh, Dobby ended up hired by Vernon to be Duddu's bodyguard instead of going back to Hogwarts. He and Petunia got along amazingly in the kitchen.

Gremlins were not jewish caricatures (no hooked noses and big ears, more like sweddish gnomes) and they are not betrayed by Harry -who, half hindu, understands the whole "uk took our treasures and called them theirs".

I remember Sirius didn't die, and that there were more werewolves so it avoided the HIV parallel with a pedophile evil, but unfortunately, I don't remember the exact details of that.

But what I DO remember is that, because of the little changes of the foursome being more kind to everyone, trying to understand others and understanding that the problem was not just voldemort but the system that created him? The battle at Hogwarts included ALL the mystical creatures from the get go. The elves went willingly to defend THEIR children (The ones who didn't treat them as slaves), the goblins were there too because hey, Voldemort was a treat to everyone. Centaurs, giants, and so on. The only ones that didn't join the fight? Slytherin because uhm... they were on the other side.

Most importantly? The Non wizard parents joined in too. (No "Oh, I will send my bewtiched parents to Australia" here). With guns, and knives, and you do NOT want to be between a hooligan and their children, becuase they will HURT you more than crucio. And the one who killed Voldie? VERNON DURSLEY with a Hunting Rifle.

Because you may have all the magic in the world, but that ain't shit against a lead bullet to the brain. (And this non evil Vernon was NOT going to let his nephew be treated like a goat for sacrifice as Dumbledore wanted)

In the epilogue that is just 2 years later, not ten, yes, McGonagall is headmistress but we get actual change. Slytherin as a house is dismantled, and a new fourth house is created. Slughorn the humble. Why Slughhorn? because he was the one who realized he was wrong, he changed his ways, and he became a better person. And that takes humility, and that is important. Harry wants to become either a healer or a teacher, all the house elves in Hogwarts are free and now work with a salary, vacation days, and the works. The goblins are no longer treated as second class citizens as Arthur Weasley, new minister of magic, changes those laws, to allow them to have wands, and have whichever work they want, not just banking, and there are at least four goblins working now in the minister, same as house elves. Because they need to have their voices heard.

And that was about when I woke up, and how the hell did my fever addled brain came up with so much, when miss Terf couldn't be bothered to even explain why "we don't tell muggles about magic because then they would want to do everything with magic" is a logical sentence in a world where we NEVER see a wizard NOT do something incredibly simple without using magic?

[kcyars52]

22h ago

Black Twitter celebrates justice for victims in R. Kelly's 30-year prison sentencing

Many hope that R. Kelly's victims "can find solace" following today's sentencing.

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Black Twitter celebrates justice for victims in R. Kelly's 30-year prison sentencing

Many hope that R. Kelly's victims "can find solace" following today's sentencing.

REVOLT

Black Twitter celebrates justice for victims in R. Kelly's 30-year prison sentencing

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The culture reacts to news that R. Kelly has been sentenced to 30 years in prison. This news follows decades of the entertainer using his power as a musician to sexually abuse young fans.

After a long fight toward justice for the underage victims of Robert Sylvester Kelly, many hope that they are able to find some solace in the fact that he will now serve most of the rest of his life behind bars. “I fought HARD AF for this story to come out in 2018,” said music and culture journalist J’na Jefferson via Twitter.

“I hope R. Kelly’s victims can find some solace in this sentence, but their lives will still never be the same,” wrote another user. As previously reported by REVOLT, the 55-year-old musician was convicted of racketeering and charges related to sex trafficking in a Brooklyn federal court today (June 29).

I fought HARD AF for this story to come out in 2018. Hugs, love and healing to anyone who has been affected or triggered by R. Kelly and his actions, and anyone who has experienced sexual violence. https://t.co/uW2wLXmlA9pic.twitter.com/QkhNGLFcGD — J’na Jefferson (@jnajefferson) June 29, 2022

The self-proclaimed “Pied Piper” was also convicted of sexual misconduct, bribery, kidnapping and sexual exploitation of a child. His lawyers argued that he should get no more than 10 years due to a traumatic childhood “involving severe, prolonged childhood sexual abuse, poverty and violence.”

Check out more reactions to the sentencing from Black Twitter below.

What’s key to remember in the R Kelly sentencing is that this is a TRAFFICKING case. He had an entire system for moving minors across state lines. And if he was outside with $10 and people willing to help he’d do the shit again. An ACTUAL menace. — Naima Cochrane (@naima) June 29, 2022

Whataboutisms has predator apologists in a chokehold. All I hear is “why isn’t R Kelly allowed to prey on young girls and get away with it like the white men who were able to do so.” https://t.co/bighD0o1Nt — Paris Milan (@ParisMilanYT) June 25, 2022

30yrs for R Kelly is NOT Justice. The bastard should get LIFE without parole. The punishment does not fit the crime. #RKellypic.twitter.com/40iJWVX6Wy — Dr Shola Mos-Shogbamimu (@SholaMos1) June 29, 2022

I have ZERO empathy for sexual predators and pedophiles. All them mf’ers should be locked up and throw away the key. FOH! #RKelly — Shes4Russy (@shesforRussy) June 29, 2022

And people support R.Kelly? I literally said during the trial that he’s hurt and damaged so many people. It’s beyond human comprehension how one could break a person so bad that they no longer want to live. #Rkelly deserves to rot https://t.co/jMAMAi3KBx — Jasonhodges (@Jasonman94) June 29, 2022

Will never stop emphasising that what R. Kelly did was not just abuse; it was sex trafficking. He had a whole system in place that people helped him operate for decades. https://t.co/HxWBiTV7JK — Ivie Ani (@ivieani) June 29, 2022

R. Kelly’s music was extremely easy to let go off & I’m saying this as someone that grew up listening to his music like most of the black community Knowing that man was singing about underage girls the whole time is definitely not something I care to vibe to whatsoever — Corie (@kingslayer253) June 29, 2022

In 2017, I said it was time for us to shut R. Kelly down for good, for his abuses of young girls. Today, he was sentenced to 30 years in prison.https://t.co/wat5IU2ip6 — Karen Attiah (@KarenAttiah) June 29, 2022

BREAKING: R Kelly has just been sentenced to 30 years in prison. I believe he can cry. GOOD RIDDANCE. — BrooklynDad_Defiant!☮️ (@mmpadellan) June 29, 2022

R. Kelly has been sentenced to 30 years in prison for federal sex crimes. Another sexual predator who operated in plain sight & was protected by people who share some of the culpability — nazir afzal (@nazirafzal) June 29, 2022

Ghislaine Maxwell & R. Kelly sentencing aren’t enough, they should’ve gotten 60 years with a tombstone ready for them. https://t.co/AaH1GLuLxi — malory archer’s whiskey glass (@charmdiddy) June 29, 2022

Ask Black Chicagoans for their R Kelly stories. Even at the height of his fame, their was no pretense of innocence https://t.co/T3Dt1MlmOk — Astead (@AsteadWesley) June 29, 2022

R. Kelly’s sentencing doesn’t change what he did, but I hope the repercussions bring the Black women he harmed some sense of peace. I also hope it’s a message to abusers everywhere. — Frederick Joseph (@FredTJoseph) June 29, 2022

“How Much they give you Robert?” R. Kelly: pic.twitter.com/c1UNWbak0w — The Artist Known As PJ Darrell (@_PjDarrell) June 29, 2022

they gave r Kelly 30 years pic.twitter.com/ixZ6b5TJIX — lil duval (@lilduval) June 29, 2022

Props forever to @JimDeRogatis who was the first to write about R. Kelly’s sexual predation, listened to survivors, and stuck with that story for more than 20 years while others bought Kelly’s records and ridiculed his victims, most of them Black girls and women. — Renée Graham 🏳️‍🌈 (@reneeygraham) June 29, 2022

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[cyarskj1899]

Black Twitter celebrates justice for victims in R. Kelly's 30-year prison sentencing

The culture reacts to news that R. Kelly has been sentenced to 30 years in prison. This news follows decades of the entertainer using his power as a musician to sexually abuse young fans.

After a long fight toward justice for the underage victims of Robert Sylvester Kelly, many hope that they are able to find some solace in the fact that he will now serve most of the rest of his life behind bars. “I fought HARD AF for this story to come out in 2018,” said music and culture journalist J’na Jefferson via Twitter.

“I hope R. Kelly’s victims can find some solace in this sentence, but their lives will still never be the same,” wrote another user. As previously reported by REVOLT, the 55-year-old musician was convicted of racketeering and charges related to sex trafficking in a Brooklyn federal court today (June 29).

I fought HARD AF for this story to come out in 2018. Hugs, love and healing to anyone who has been affected or triggered by R. Kelly and his actions, and anyone who has experienced sexual violence. https://t.co/uW2wLXmlA9pic.twitter.com/QkhNGLFcGD — J’na Jefferson (@jnajefferson) June 29, 2022

The self-proclaimed “Pied Piper” was also convicted of sexual misconduct, bribery, kidnapping and sexual exploitation of a child. His lawyers argued that he should get no more than 10 years due to a traumatic childhood “involving severe, prolonged childhood sexual abuse, poverty and violence.”

Check out more reactions to the sentencing from Black Twitter below.

What’s key to remember in the R Kelly sentencing is that this is a TRAFFICKING case. He had an entire system for moving minors across state lines. And if he was outside with $10 and people willing to help he’d do the shit again. An ACTUAL menace. — Naima Cochrane (@naima) June 29, 2022

Whataboutisms has predator apologists in a chokehold. All I hear is “why isn’t R Kelly allowed to prey on young girls and get away with it like the white men who were able to do so.” https://t.co/bighD0o1Nt — Paris Milan (@ParisMilanYT) June 25, 2022

30yrs for R Kelly is NOT Justice. The bastard should get LIFE without parole. The punishment does not fit the crime. #RKellypic.twitter.com/40iJWVX6Wy — Dr Shola Mos-Shogbamimu (@SholaMos1) June 29, 2022

I have ZERO empathy for sexual predators and pedophiles. All them mf’ers should be locked up and throw away the key. FOH! #RKelly — Shes4Russy (@shesforRussy) June 29, 2022

And people support R.Kelly? I literally said during the trial that he’s hurt and damaged so many people. It’s beyond human comprehension how one could break a person so bad that they no longer want to live. #Rkelly deserves to rot https://t.co/jMAMAi3KBx — Jasonhodges (@Jasonman94) June 29, 2022

Will never stop emphasising that what R. Kelly did was not just abuse; it was sex trafficking. He had a whole system in place that people helped him operate for decades. https://t.co/HxWBiTV7JK — Ivie Ani (@ivieani) June 29, 2022

R. Kelly’s music was extremely easy to let go off & I’m saying this as someone that grew up listening to his music like most of the black community Knowing that man was singing about underage girls the whole time is definitely not something I care to vibe to whatsoever — Corie (@kingslayer253) June 29, 2022

In 2017, I said it was time for us to shut R. Kelly down for good, for his abuses of young girls. Today, he was sentenced to 30 years in prison.https://t.co/wat5IU2ip6 — Karen Attiah (@KarenAttiah) June 29, 2022

BREAKING: R Kelly has just been sentenced to 30 years in prison. I believe he can cry. GOOD RIDDANCE. — BrooklynDad_Defiant!☮️ (@mmpadellan) June 29, 2022

R. Kelly has been sentenced to 30 years in prison for federal sex crimes. Another sexual predator who operated in plain sight & was protected by people who share some of the culpability — nazir afzal (@nazirafzal) June 29, 2022

Ghislaine Maxwell & R. Kelly sentencing aren’t enough, they should’ve gotten 60 years with a tombstone ready for them. https://t.co/AaH1GLuLxi — malory archer’s whiskey glass (@charmdiddy) June 29, 2022

Ask Black Chicagoans for their R Kelly stories. Even at the height of his fame, their was no pretense of innocence https://t.co/T3Dt1MlmOk — Astead (@AsteadWesley) June 29, 2022

R. Kelly’s sentencing doesn’t change what he did, but I hope the repercussions bring the Black women he harmed some sense of peace. I also hope it’s a message to abusers everywhere. — Frederick Joseph (@FredTJoseph) June 29, 2022

“How Much they give you Robert?” R. Kelly: pic.twitter.com/c1UNWbak0w — The Artist Known As PJ Darrell (@_PjDarrell) June 29, 2022

they gave r Kelly 30 years pic.twitter.com/ixZ6b5TJIX — lil duval (@lilduval) June 29, 2022

Props forever to @JimDeRogatis who was the first to write about R. Kelly’s sexual predation, listened to survivors, and stuck with that story for more than 20 years while others bought Kelly’s records and ridiculed his victims, most of them Black girls and women. — Renée Graham 🏳️‍🌈 (@reneeygraham) June 29, 2022

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[astromechs]

You know, what I absolutely love about Darth Vader/Anakin's character is just that- That they humanize him without excusing his actions. I remember a quote from Dave Filoni, where he says something along the lines of "Vader was manipulated to believe he was in the right. He really does think that Obi-Wan betrayed him, the Jedi were revolting, etc." But I think the key difference between him and Thanos is that Star Wars, for all its faults, acknowledges the fact that Vader was wrong. They don't justify his actions by saying the Jedi Order was the problem, or try to sweep Vader/Anakin's actions under the rug. (at least not in my opinion.) I'd actually argue that they emphasize that his actions were wrong, shown in these new empire era movies and TV shows. Like, it's very clear that he was in the wrong and that his actions made the galaxy a worse place. But we do still get these moments of humanization, we see his backstory in TCW and the prequels, where we actively see him as a good person who wears his heart on his sleeve and who cares about justice, and takes it way too far.

Again, the key thing here is that while his motivations were very real and understandable due to his experiences with the Order and Palpatine, it's very clear in the narrative that those motivations were wrong.

I think what is so frustrating about the character of Thanos is that while his actions are framed as bad, his motivations are depicted by the MCU as, "well maybe he had a point! Maybe the Avengers shouldn't have gone back and undid 'the snap'. Look at all the trouble it caused!!" This "narrative" took place mostly after Endgame, but even in Infinity War, Thanos is seen as having "noble intentions."

It feels unintentional, but these new MCU tv shows really seem to drive the point home that the Avengers shouldn't have undid Thanos's actions in IF. It's just so... bizarre?? I guess to me it just feels like in trying to give Thanos humanizing characteristics, they accidentally ended up on his side. And the fact that they focused on his grief and his sacrifices when it came to Gamora just feels so wrong to me. Why are we being told to care about how he feels when he literally killed her entire family and even her? By focusing on how sad he feels, they unintentionally tell us that we need to sympathize with him.

It just feels gross, wrong, and it makes me angry to this day.

(incidentally it's part of the reason I'm staying away from the MCU rn. If I have to see one more show about how "Thanos had a point, actually," I'm going to lose my mind.)

TLDR; Star wars succeeded with a nuanced villain in Vader, MCU did not when it came to Thanos the purple raisin.

Sorry this is so freaking long but I had some thoughts lol.

well said! even within the confines of just the original trilogy as conceived before anything was added to it, the story does a good job of having vader be a nuanced villain with humanity without being an apologist for his actions, and the prequel trilogy/the clone wars show/etc also do a good job in continuing this. star wars itself... has also learned the wrong lessons from this (see: kylo ren lol), but vader has always been so well nuanced. pretty much every vader imitator has failed, including whatever they were trying to do with mcu thanos.

as i keep saying, just let thanos be an unhinged loser who wants to fuck death like he is in the comics. it's literally so much better.

[sivavakkiyar]

When Did I Stop Wanting To Be President?, answered by William S Burroughs:

“Both in this life or any previous incarnations I have been able to check out, I never wanted to be President. This innate decision was confirmed when I became literate and saw the President pawing babies and spouting bullshit. I attended Los Alamos Ranch School, where they later made the atom bomb, and bombs bursting in air over Hiroshima gave proof through the night that our flag was already there. Then came the Teapot Dome scandal under President Harding, and I remember the unspeakable Gaston Means, infamous private eye and go-between in that miasma of graft, walking into a hotel room full of bourbon-drinking, cigar-smoking lobbyists and fixers, with a laundry hamper.

“Fill it up boys, and we talk business.”

I do not mean to imply that my youthful. Idealism was repelled by this spectacle. I had by then learned to take a broad general view of things. My political ambitions were simply of a humbler and less conspicuous caliber. I hoped at one time to become commissioner of sewers for St. Louis County—$300 a month, with the possibility of getting one’s shitty paws deep into a slush fund—and to this end I attended a softball game where such sinecures were assigned to the deserving and the fortunate. Everybody I met said, “Now I’m old So-and-so, running for such and such, and anything you do for me I’ll appreciate.” My boyish dreams fanned by this heady atmosphere and three mint juleps, I saw myself already in possession of the coveted post, which called for a token appearance twice a week to sign a few letters at the Old Court House; while I’m there might as well put it on the sheriff for some marijuana he has confiscated, and he’d better play ball or I will route a sewer through his front yard. And then across the street to the Court House Café for a coffee with some other lazy bastards in the same line of business, and we wallow in corruption like contented alligators.

I never wanted to be a front man like Harding or Nixon—taking the rap, shaking hands, and making speeches all day, family reunions once a year. Who in his right mind would want a job like that? As commissioner of sewers I would not be called upon to pet babies, make speeches, shake hands, have lunch with the queen; in fact, the fewer voters who knew of my existence, the better. Let kings and Presidents keep the limelight. I prefer a whiff of coal gas as the sewers rupture for miles around—I have made a deal on the piping which has bought me a $30,000 home, and there is talk in the press of sex cults and orgies carried out in the stink of what made them possible. Fluttering from the roof of my ranch-style house, over my mint and marijuana, Old Glory floats lazily in the tainted breeze.

But there were sullen mutters of revolt from the peasantry: “Is this the American way of life?” I thought so, and I didn’t want it changed, sitting there in my garden, smoking the sheriff’s reefers, coal gas on the wind sweet in my nostrils as the smell of oil to an oil man or the smell of bullshit to a cattle baron. I sure did a sweet thing with those pipes, and I’m covered, too. What I got on the Governor wouldn’t look good on the front page, would it, now? And I have my special police to deal with vandalism and sabotage, all of them handsome youths, languid and vicious as reptiles, described in the press as no more than minions, lackeys, and bodyguards to His Majesty the Sultan of Sewers.

The thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. Then I met the gubernatorial candidate, and he looked at me as if trying to focus my image through a telescope and said, “Anything I do for you I’ll depreciate.” And I felt the dream slipping away from me, receding into the past, dim, jerky, far away—the discrete gold letters on a glass door: William S. Burroughs, Commissioner of Sanitation. Somehow I had not intersected. I was not one of them. Perhaps I was simply the wrong shape. Some of my classmates, plump, cynical, unathletic boys with narrow shoulders and broad hips, made the grade and went on to banner headlines concerning $200,000 of the taxpayers’ money and a nonexistent bridge or highway, I forget which. It was a long time ago. I have never aspired to political office since. The Sultan of Sewers lies buried in a distant 1930s softball game.

What would you do if you were in the President’s place? You would be inexorably pressured by the forces and the individuals that made you President, and by your own desire to be President in the first place; so you would wind up doing just what they all have done. It’s enough to stop any sane man from wanting to be President.”

[thewriterwhowritesnot]

bloodlust anon here! i really like your answer and i'm fascinated by the potential 'darker' or just the more vampiric side of him. it's easy to forget that he's literally the son of a vampire king since he's more or less well adjusted. what other ways (subtle or otherwise) do you think that side of him manifests in more ordinary situations?

It is really fascinating lol. And easy to forget because of his temperament and the fact that he doesn't necessarily have to deal with the cons of being a full blooded vampire. Being able to be in the sun, engaging in human activities, etc.

The cool thing about it is dhampirs have often been said to be just as powerful, if not more so, as pure bloods. His senses are through the roof and couple that with a very distinct sense of humanity, he is MOODY.

Certain smells will definitely drive him up a wall and others will lure him. His reactions are what anybody else would call dramatic but to him that laundry detergent is absolutely revolting. If he doesn't get away from it, he's gonna be sick or someone's gonna get mauled.

Alternatively, cinnamon in that apple pie is fantastic and he'll be quite relaxed and calm. Certain things that humans deal with, he'll have a tast of but for the most part he's a sensual creature. Hes picky about fabric, what it's made of, and how long it has to be close to his skin.

But it's not just simply things like that. He can smell when someone is sick, when a person is experiencing a specific type of emotion, and when a person is pregnant. Among a bunch of other things I can't think of right now. Which would sometimes lead people to believe he's psychic but he just has really good senses.

If he focuses, he can see the smallest details in large things. And can sometimes become very fascinated with these things and can loose track of time just watching. The strings of twisted wood inside a coffee table. The freckles and blemishes on a person's skin. Dripping water from a crack in the ceiling. The rhythm of a person's breathing. The trickle of water in a pond. In this specific way, he's a bit childlike. Hypnotized by the rhythm of life. The good thing is he can be a part of it but never all the way. He's only half human.

To get into the darker bits. Bloodlust is a being all on its own. Like a hungry creature that Iives inside the body of a host. Alucard's thirst is much the same and hunger can cause delirium. Like I said before, he is MOODY. So the less he feeds and stays up and about the less control he has. In these situations, he'll have less control over his physical vampiric traits. His eyes will redden, teeth will slide out of their hiding place, and his nails with sharpen.

It's in these times he isolates until he feeds. The wrong interaction could lead to him feeding on somebody who was just a bit too close.

Another thing, it's a well known fact that Vampires draw their food to them by a compelling of sorts. This would be true for Alucard as well except he wouldn't draw anyone near on purpose. His essence would be alluring and that would only amplify the longer he goes without feeding. It wouldn't be detected by everyone but definitely felt by most.

[realisticjojoxreader]

For writing requests: Hugging the Crusaders!!!!!!!! 😳🥺👉🏻👈🏻

this was very fun to write lol these guys suck

stardust crusaders x reader (?), part 3 obviously, 1.4k

JOSEPH:

You ask for a hug and he obliges instantly, starved for affection since his grandson will barely speak to him. His arms are warm around you, stronger than they should be at his age, and he holds you tight, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. It feels like you’re the center of his universe.

Taking a deep breath, you wrinkle your nose. What is that smell...? Is that his aftershave? It’s like dust, almost, mixed with wet paper. Where on earth did he get something like that? Why does he use it? It stinks.

The hug is so comfortable, though, and you feel so loved, that you can ignore the weird old man smell. His shirt is scratchy against your skin.

After a long moment, he releases you, hands brushing gently through your hair. Then, something snags, tugging on your hair. Hard. Like, really hard. It actually really fucking hurts. You recoil instinctively, which just pulls your hair even harder, making your scalp burn.

“Oh no!!” screams Joseph, so loudly that you flinch, which just tugs your hair yet again, and you yelp. “Oh shit!! My prosthetic hand is caught in your hair!!”

“Why aren’t you wearing your glove?!”

He hisses apologetically. “I, uh, took it off when I went to the loo.” Oh my god, ew. What the fuck, dude? For a long moment, he stands there trying to undo what he's done, wiggling his fingers in your hair completely ineffectually. “I don’t think we can untangle this ourselves," he says eventually, taking the L. "Let’s go get my grandson.” He turns toward where the others are all standing and takes a slow but confident step forward.

Then Joseph, graceful as ever, trips over absolutely nothing and falls like a sack of bricks. You thoughtlessly brace yourself with your Stand to make sure he doesn’t drag you down, too, forgetting that his hand is very much still stuck in your hair. He falls and takes a hand-sized chunk of your hair with him, leaving you partially bald and sobbing from the pain.

You collapse to the ground, screaming, and the others rush over, finally noticing that something’s happening over here.

“Oops,” says Joseph, holding up a fistful of your hair.

“Nice haircut, idiot,” says Jotaro, looking at you with a tiny smile on his face, like today is Christmas and your partial baldness is his gift from Santa. God, fuck the entire Joestar bloodline. You hope DIO kills them all. They'd absolutely have it coming, though you'd miss Holly.

The only reason you don't abandon them is a promise from Joseph that he'll cover all your expenses until you're back home.

ABDUL:

You ask for a hug and he squints, for second, as if unsure you meant it. When you smile encouragingly, he smiles back and steps forward to wrap you up in his arms.

The hug is warm, like sheets that have just been pulled from the dryer, complete with the clean smell of fresh linen. You’re not sure how he smells so good, seeing as you’ve been traveling in the desert for days, now, and everyone else stinks to high heaven, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

His jewelry rattles as bit as he starts to sway, still holding you tight. You’ve never felt so safe before, especially not since the group made it to Egypt, closing in on DIO in Cairo. As long as you stay in Abdul’s arms, nothing bad can happen.

He pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes. His expression is so hopelessly kind that you have to look away, overwhelmed with it. “Look at me,” he says, voice soft as anything, and you oblige. He says half of your name before his face contorts, as if he’s in pain.

“Abdul? Are you—” you get cut off when Abdul sneezes, right on your face, right into your open mouth. “FUCK!” God, it was so wet, you're going to fucking lose it. You can’t help but punch him in the shoulder.

Because he’s a nice person, Abdul is horrified by what he’s just done to you and also graciously ignores you hitting him. “I’m so sorry!”

It was an accident, so you really can’t get too mad, but you’re still upset. That was so fucking gross.

Something smells weird, now, too. Like smoke.

“Hey, noroma,” says Jotaro, calling you the little nickname he has for you—you don't know what it means, but you're the only one he calls that, which you kind of love. It means you're special to him. Him and the others are finally back from the gas station convenience store, arms full of snacks and water. Jotaro looks bored as ever when he tells you, “Your jacket’s on fire.”

Ah. That explains the smoke smell.

Ultimately, your jacket is ruined and you have minor burns on your wrists. You ask the Crusaders to drop you off at the Cairo airport, because you can’t keep fucking doing this, not after what Joseph did to your hair yesterday.

But then Polnareff makes some revolting-ass puppy dog eyes at you, imploring you to stay, and for some reason, you cave. Anything to get him to stop making that awful face.

POLNAREFF:

You ask for a hug and he grins at you, big and stupid and pleased as punch. That's the expression he makes any time anyone is ever nice to him.

His hug is a little awkward, like he's not used to having someone so close to him. It'd make you feel bad for him if he didn't stink to high heaven. You kind of expected that—he's French, after all—so you're able to ignore it, for the most part. It's not like the others smell like a bag of roses, either, except Abdul, because he rules. (Destroyed jacket and burns that still smart something awful notwithstanding.) It's been a long journey.

After not very long at all, Polnareff starts to get antsy, almost vibrating in your arms. What is he, five years old? Can't he relax long enough for a single hug?

Then he starts giggling, which puts you on edge instantly. Nothing good can come out of him when he's snickering like that.

Before you can pull away, though, you find out why he's giggling.

He's still cackling when he presses his wet, sweat-soaked palms against the bare skin of your arms. You violently recoil and, with more anger than you felt even when Joseph partially balded you, you punch Polnareff right in his stupid fucking nose.

Blood erupts from his face like a geyser. Before you can even laugh at him, something hits you with the force of a moving train. It feels… naked?

Oh. It's Star Platinum. Great. Great! That's just what you needed today, to get your ass beat by Jotaro and his mostly-naked guy of a stand.

Maybe DIO's taking applications.

You almost walk off yet again, but Joseph reminds you of his promise and promises that you're allowed to sit in the front of every car from now on. He also stops Jotaro from kicking the shit out of you, so you stick around, though you suspect you'll regret it.

KAKYOIN:

You ask for a hug and he looks at you like you have two heads. “Me?” he asks incredulously, looking around as if searching for the person you were really talking to. The others are all in the restaurant's restroom right now.

“Yes, you. Who else?” There’s literally no one else around.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t really do hugs. Could you go ask Jotaro or something?”

JOTARO:

Instead of asking for a hug—you know he'll just say no—you ambush him with one, waiting for him to turn the corner and walk right into your open arms. This wouldn't normally work, but you made sure to spring your trap when he was in a heated (though still playful) argument with Polnareff about whale sharks.

Just as you planned, he notices you far too late to stop you, and you grin wide as you wrap your arms around him. He feels solid and warm. You never want to let go.

Jotaro doesn't give you much of a choice.

"Ew," he says before summoning Star Platinum, who grabs you by the scruff of the neck like a naughty kitten. "This is why I call you noroma. Fucking dipshit." And with that, Star Platinum flings you bodily into the dirty ass canal running along the side of the road.

DIO is, in fact, taking applications. You get rejected.

[oyapluto]

she’s mine

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴏʏs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀsᴛ ʀᴇsᴏʀᴛ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴄᴇɴᴇ ɪɴ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ ɪs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴋɪʏᴏᴋᴏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛᴇʀᴜsʜɪᴍᴀ ! ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴄᴇɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘʟᴏᴛ. 

Before boarding the bus, Tsukishima rummaged through his bag absentmindedly for his water bottle. His hands continued to roam for seconds too long, unable to brush against the familiar metal. Annoyed, he peeked inside, noticing what he was searching for was in fact missing. He stopped in his tracks, with Yamaguchi following suite with a look of confusion painted on his face. 

“I left something in the gym. I’ll be right back,” Tsukishima muttered flatly. 

As he walked up the stairs his mind played back the events of the evening, trying to recall when he had misplaced the water bottle. The last time he had it was after the match, refilling it near the water fountain. Assuming he left it there when he had used the bathroom right after, he made his way back towards that area. 

Upon arrival, the water bottle was no where in sight. Tsukishima stood for a moment, irritation slowly bubbling underneath him wondering where it could possibly be. 

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice: 

“Hey babe!” 

Tsukishima turned around visibly confused seeing you walk towards him. His head immediately registered the voice as yours, the assistant manager for the volleyball club, but he wasn’t aware of any significant other you could possibly have that would be in this gym at this very moment. 

You smiled at him, picking up your pace. 

“I’ve been looking all over for you!” 

Tsukishima’s brows furrowed together lightly, and he had half the mind to laugh in your face. Did you hit your head or something? His mouth was instinctively getting ready to remark some insult to tease you.

Though on the inside Tsukishima tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. Why did that nickname roll so easily off your tongue like that? The other half of his mind wanted to tell you to say it to him again. 

Once you had gotten close enough for Tsukishima to see your features clearly. His face dropped.

Why did you look so...scared? 

Once more a voice interjected. Different this time.

“C’mon baby don’t be like that! Just give me your number.”

Tsukishima peered behind you, noticing another boy in a yellow uniform approaching with a sly grin on his face. Tsukishima’s eyes flickered to you again, and he could see the desperation in your face. 

Normally you were able to stand your own ground. It was one of the things that Tsukishima liked about you, though he’s never admitted it. Despite that, the guy before him looked persistent, and probably stronger and faster than you too. Tsukishima almost felt...angry. Who could reduce you to such a state? He looks to you one more time, watching as you mouth ‘please’ to him. He softens. 

“I think she’s made it very clear she doesn’t want to give you her number. Or are you too stupid to understand that?” Tsukishima asks, tilting his head to the side. 

The boy with the bleached blonde hair pauses, diminishing his demeanor from one of false kindness to genuine revolt and confusion

“And who the fuck are you?”  

“Her boyfriend, actually.” 

You look up at Tsukishima, trying to hide your surprise. You hadn’t expected him to play a long. If you didn’t know him, you’d think that Tsukishima was being serious right now. There was no trace of detest, or hints that he could be lying. 

You let out a breath you had been holding for far too long and grabbed onto his arm. His body stiffened, just briefly, not used to such soft gestures from you. Though he relaxed into it just as fast, again not appearing as though the relationship you had fabricated was false. 

The boy who had introduced himself as “Terushima” just a few moments earlier had his eyes narrowed suspiciously. He glanced back and forth between the two, still not entirely convinced.

“You didn’t say you had a boyfriend, beautiful,” Terushima remarked. 

Tsukishima had already begun to spoke before you could even get out an explanation. 

“Well normally shitty guys leave her alone when she says no the first time.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, burying your face into Tsukishima’s arm. He’s trying hard to stop himself from blushing, currently in a stare down with what seems to be the captain of another volleyball team. 

Irritation wipes Terushima’s face, but he joins in on the laughter to your dismay. 

“That’s bullshit,” he bites, “There’s no way a pretty little thing like her would be with someone like you.” 

His words sting, because they were true. 

Tsukishima knew he was never good enough to be with you. It’s the sole reason why he had never decided to pursue anything with you to begin with. Even indulging in this scheme felt wrong to him, considering how he felt about you. Of course he was doing it to help you out, despite his height he’s never been much of a fighter, though he couldn’t deny the warmth he was feeling with his calloused hands interlocked with yours. 

You raise your head, catching Tsukishima off guard. 

“Tsukki is a better man than you’ll ever be. I’d choose him over you a million times over.” You spouted. 

Tsukishima blinked. Had you always been so good at lying? He hated how genuine that sounded. Pride swelled inside of him nonetheless. 

“You are so lame,” Tsukishima added on, clearly putting salt to Terushima’s wound, “Going after a girl who’s clearly taken. Didn’t you get the hint? Or do I have to spell it out for you: she’s mine. Get lost.” 

As if to seal the deal Tsukki cupped your face with his free hand, trailing his wrapped finger to lift your chin to face him, earning a soft gasp from you. Your own free hand naturally floated to his chest.

Your eyes fluttered close, thinking that this wasn’t exactly how you imagined your first kiss with Tsukishima, but you weren’t necessarily complaining. You could feel his cool breath on your lips until—

“Ugh,” Terushima relents “I get it, you don’t have to rub it in my fucking face.” He rolls his eyes, storming off in embarrassment. 

Opening your eyes, you were met with Tsukki’s gold ones. They were widened slightly, as if he was surprised himself. Your faces were quite literally an inch a part, and you broke away from each other immediately. 

Letting out a dry laugh, you looked off to the side, praying Tsukishima wouldn’t notice how your face flushed. 

Unbeknownst to you, he was doing the same. 

“T- thank you, Tsukishima,” you manage to get out, “I really didn’t want to bother you, but he just wouldn’t leave me alone no matter what I said.” 

“It’s okay,” he replies as cool as he can manage whilst trying to slow down his heart beat. “I’m glad you found me.” 

“I’m glad I found you too,” you answered honestly. 

As the two of you walked back to the bus together, there was still some awkwardness that lingered in the air. You shifted the weight in your heels, not knowing what to say next. 

Tsukishima spoke up first, “What were you still doing there anyway? Shouldn’t you be back at the bus?” 

“Oh! Right!,” you blurted out, using one hand to swing your half-opened bag to the front. “You forgot this!” 

Tsukishima stared blankly at you. 

You were holding his water bottle. 

It was Tsukishima’s turn to laugh now, pushing up his glasses with his fingers. 

“Idiot.” Tsukishima muttered, but he couldn’t help but smile. “You went through all this trouble to get my water bottle for me?” 

You pouted, reminding yourself of Tsukishima’s true nature. 

“Yeah well, you would’ve been extremely salty for the rest of the ride home if we left it. It drives the team insane when you get like that ” 

“And here I thought you actually liked me, Y/N.” Tsukishima teased, but rather than being condescending like he intended it gave off a flirtatious tone instead, to the surprise of you both. 

Before you could give an answer, the honest answer you had decided, yet another booming voice cut through the conversation.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?” Daichi yelled, diverting your attention. 

Simultaneously your heads whipped to the captain, expecting to be met with a mix of anger and disappointment. Instead he was frozen in place, as was the entirety of the Karasuno volleyball team, mouths agape as if there was some kind of spectacle before them. 

Tsukishima’s cold exterior resurfaced, “Why do you idiots look like you’ve seen a ghost?” 

Sugawara sputtered, but it was ultimately Tanaka that broke, “Woah-hoooo way to go Tsukishimaaaa! I didn’t think you had it in you!”  

“Yeah dude no fair! We had no idea!” Nishinoya exclaimed. 

Neither of you two still had the faintest idea what was going on, but when you looked down, realization finally dawned on you. 

“Tsukki,” you whispered. 

“Hm?” He replied, clearly disliking being the butt of the conversation and not understanding it. 

You nudged him to fully grab his attention, he finally looked to you, and followed your gaze. 

The two of you were still holding hands.

[doctormage]

jumping in on the anders apologism bc now i'm feeling strongly about it too, it's also just baffling to me how people can play da2 and villainize anders. bc youre right, the game spends a lot of time showing you chantry atrocities, plus one of the most interesting things about da2 to me is the prominent theme of how oppressors control the narrative, yet so many people miss it! the framing device for the entire story is varric telling the story of how a rebellion started to a chantry seeker, recounting chantry injustices but in a dark room away from the public, where it can be suppressed. that means something, but people still call anders a terrorist or murderer and i'm just like. well that's an interesting way to refer to slave revolts, lol. kind of the entire point was that the chantry lies to justify religious persecution and villainizes anyone who resists, but i guess you somehow missed that and are doing it for them...

“the prominent theme of how oppressors control the narrative” yes!!!! fuck!!!!

it’s especially funny to me given how they kinda beat us over the head w that in DAI (which obv came out after DA2 but like, we can use it as a lens to look at previous games bc it’s been out for 8 fucking years and we’re all somehow still arguing abt its predecessor lol). even the first two I can name just off the top of my head — the shit w the seekers wrt tranquility & the shit w inquisitor ameridan — are both instances of the chantry lying about their shittiness & those lies having serious long-standing implications for the entirety of thedas, but ESPECIALLY for marginalized groups (elves, mages, tranquil) (not to mention how trespasser explores similar ideas but i don’t want to derail)

also failing to acknowledge varric’s role as the storyteller AND the situation in which he’s being forced to tell the story, like you mentioned, is some big fat beef i have w DAI. how are yall gonna constantly bring attention to the fact that DA2 isn’t a direct narrative but instead a story being told while being interrogated by not just a seeker but THE RIGHT HAND OF THE FUCKING DIVINE, then want to demonize the revolutionary YOU created so bad that you backpedal enough to be like no varric was telling the 100% pure unbridled truth actually. he has a perfect photographic memory and remembers everything exactly as it happens, and then he wrote it down as such with zero exaggeration at all. despite him literally saying on multiple occasions that he loves to lie and sensationalize. not with this tho we trust him. HUH???

and don’t even get me STARTED on how they named the mage underground as such to draw parallels to the actual fucking Underground Railroad and were then brainless enough to be like “well that’s bad actually :/” lmao????? girl (gender neutral) WHAT??

but yeah at the end of the day youre absolutely correct, people will fall for this shit even at the hands of the fantasy catholic church and refuse to see otherwise. the games can straight up tell and SHOW us that the chantry & all the organizations that report to it (the templars, the seekers, the circles) are corrupt and LIE!! outright LIE and kill people to protect those lies, and still people will be like “okay well what about the rich people huh? what about all these made up scenarios i created to make myself feel better about hating when the oppressed stand up to their oppressors?? I’m enlightened for saying all violence is bad, even when it can put an end to more violence<3” lmfao not only are they doing the brainwashing themselves, like you said, but imo a lot of them are missing the point on purpose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[starshipsofstarlord]

I Miss Him

Pairings | Liam Dunbar x reader. Past Brett Talbot x reader.

Summary | previously, you had dated Brett, a while before you and Liam began to kick it together. But now he’s dead, and you can’t help but mourn for your ex boyfriend, he was not only that to you, but also a good friend.

Warnings | mentions of death, mourning, loss, angst

Requested ✖️

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The hunters were out of control, acting out of fear, taking innocent lives, all because they thought that it would ensure their safety. To their mortal dismay however, they did not acknowledge that there was something more intricate at play, twisting their wills, and bending them to its deadly whim.

But they didn’t know the first thing about supernatural species, in fact, you were a lot like them. You loved, and endured loss, the pain of such a thievery almost breaking your heart.

Liam felt guilty, from where he sat in class, watching you. He could sense you wanted to rip Gabe’s throat out for his loyalty to Monroe. He too had that desire, but upon Scott’s orders, and against his impulsive wishes, he remained silent, and tried to blend in.

But he was well aware, since that night, all eyes were on him, piercing him with their scared and revolted judgement. They had seen a truth that they had not been prepared for, and the idea of creatures that stalked and preyed under the moonlight, walking around in human skin, terrified all of them.

It was her fault that Lorrie and Brett were killed, she was going to pay. Your claws gouged the underneath of your desk, lightly picking away the wood with ease.

To say you were infuriated was understatement. Every possible emotion burdened you, and it made you feel utterly heart broke. Brett Talbot had been your first love, and whilst the two of you had eventually broken up, things ended pm good terms.

The image of his body, covered by Lori’s surrendered one haunted you. If you hadn’t tried to keep up with the chase, and not ended the new hunters, you’d mistake yourself for suffering from symptoms to poisoning too.

“He’s a monster.” The words met your ears, and that voice belonged to the murderer that you knew to be Gabe. “Dunbar is going to be next, we just need to expose him first.”

Your eyes rapidly fluttered around the room, inspecting every corner with your hyperactive sight. Liam was their new target, and it brought a burning wrench within your gut, one of which you tried to control.

For now, it was all talk. But that said, the humans would eventually take action to strike, and you’d be damned if you lost another loved one; especially Liam.

The lacrosse players exited the coach, carrying their tactical bags, as you absentmindedly trailed behind them, smiling up at Brett as he stood tall among the herd. Breathing in the fresh air, you reeled your mind blank for a moment, until you heard disruptive chatter, that sounded like it was going south.

Once you returned to your conscious senses, you saw your boyfriend talking down to a shorter boy, who wore an unimpressed expression. It was Liam Dunbar, the by that had moved to this school after his anger problems had gotten out of hand - literally.

Holding your head high, you walked over to the small group of players that had gathered,and were demeaning the blonde. Calling out Brett’s name he slowly turned towards you, his brow firmly raised. He hardly moved your intent for interrupting his latent and distressed discussion, and so you grabbed his elbow, pulling him away.

Before walking away with your long legged partner, you sent Liam a calm smile, only to end up dragging the werewolf towards the back of the bus, leaving Liam’s new friends in a state of relief. A cocky smile forged onto his face, as he trapped you against the weight carrying vehicle, leaning down so that his tender and luscious lips were fanning air upon your own.

“Did someone get all hot and bothered seeing me put Dunbar in his place?” He snickered, and whilst you usually adored his humour, now was not the time nor place for it predominant presence. At his usual self and words, you contained an infatuated grin, up keeping your stern expression towards him.

“You are here to play lacrosse, not tick off Liam.” You reminded him, swatting his face away as he tried to apologetically peck you. “No Brett, you can sense it too. The change practically reeks off him,he’s one of us.”

“It’s all fun and games.” He tried to reason, but you weren’t having it. And so you crossed your arms over the other upon your chest, harmlessly glaring up at him.

“When you’re n that position, it isn’t. It’s something you need experienced, you were born a wolf, a lot of us weren’t. And let me tell you, when the first first begins to make you into something else, it didn’t easy. So cut Liam some slack, would you? For me?”

A light scoff exited Brett’s mouth, but eventually, with the aid of your prone flowering, he gave in, tipping his head back, and groaning. “You bring out the best in me, and as much as i love t, at times it can be a pain in the ass.”

“Well,” you began, warmly squinting your eyes at the boy. “I’m your pain in the ass. And I’d say you have quite a nice ass.” You smirked.

“You always know what to say to pull me back.” He moved closer and this time you allowed him to close the space between you. In fact, you relished in it, falling deeper for the Devenford Prep student, with every word that the pair of you exchanged.

A deep breath caused you to falter your staring into nothingness. As you looked to the side, you noticed Liam knelt beside you, clasping your face. And that was when you realised that class must have been over, for the room was entirely empty.

“Hey, you good gorgeous?” Liam asked, cradling your jaw as though it would break under your touch. He was admittedly worried, you didn’t have the best record for controlling the inner animal. During class,he thought he may have needed to stop you from killing Gabe.

To everyone’s luck, that wasn’t necessary, and everyone was still alive... or, at least, almost everyone was. It would merely be a matter of time until Gerard got the war that he wanted, it clearly had already began.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumbled, feeling comfort in the warmth of his hand. It was one of the few things that could bring you any kind of calm and steadiness in these dire times.

“How’d you stop yourself?” He also had troubles with control, the conflict of his inner nature and his inwards anger had never been friends. Slowly, you licked your lips, as you scrambled for the answer, unaware that it had been right in front of you all this time.

“Brett, he’s- or at least, the memory of him - is my anchor.” You tried to explain, a furrow on your face as the mere mention of the boy, and the thought of him alongside his dear sister set you into ample mourning. Instead of saying anything more, Liam pulled your head down to curl against his shoulder, him sharing your pan and loss.