#these snippets are everything i am living for!!

[ladykailitha]

The Last Dragon Slayer Part 5

Wasn't that just the funnest cliffhanger ever?! No? Well I enjoyed it. ;) And that twist? I loved coming up with that!

Here we have a change in story and this means that I can start posting dragon slayer snippets on WIP Wednesday again. That will be nice. Too bad all my other stories are hitting critical spoiler territory soon if not there already (side eyes Street Racer).

In this we have some backstory and some sad stuff. I apologize for the sad stuff.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

~

It was heart breaking for Steve when Joyce decided to pack up Will, Jonathan, and El to California. And if Steve hadn’t been sure in his ability to protect those kids at any cost, he would have been very upset with her.

She was the only adult who knew about the Upside Down left and she was leaving Steve in charge if anything happened. He had barely graduated from high school when she dropped this on him.

“I know it’s hard,” Joyce said after they had loaded everything into the moving van the government had provided. “But this really is best for everyone, especially Jane. She doesn’t have her powers anymore and deserves to live a life away from Hawkins and all the bad things that happened to her.”

The unspoken “Now that Hopper is dead," lingered in the air between them.

“And what happens if the Upside Down comes back?” Steve asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“It won’t.”

“That’s what you guys said the last time and the time before that,” he reminded her.

“Then Jane will be far away from it and will never know,” Joyce said simply. “It’s not her mess to deal with.”

Steve bit down hard on his lip to avoid spitting vitriol at her, the feeling like ash on his tongue. So he threw his arms in the air and saw something that broke his heart.

“I doubt I’ll be able to find anyone who plays D&D out in California,”

Will said shyly, looking down at the bag in his hands, “and I know you’ll take care of them.”

Erica stared at the bag with a quivering lip. “They’ll never let me play. You know they won’t.”

Will smiled at her sadly. “Then you’ve got to recruit your own friends into playing. You’ll find people.”

“You might be able to find someone to play with you too,” she insisted, holding the bag against his chest firmly, refusing to take it.

“It’s yours,” Will said letting go of the bag.

Erica lunged forward to stop it from hitting the ground, but by the time she looked up, Will was at the car. He waved at her and slid in the back seat next to El.

The Byers had already said goodbye to everyone else and so Joyce got into the car. She smiled sadly at Steve, then shook her head and began to reverse into the street.

~

“Come on, Lucas,” Steve huffed with laughter. “You want to make the team, you’re going to have to be faster than that!”

Lucas fell face first on to the cool grass in front of Steve’s house.

“How are you faster than me? You’re so old!”

“Fuck you!” Steve bit back. “I’m not old, I just graduated in June.” Lucas rolled over onto his back and threw out his arms spread eagle.

“Why am I even doing this? It’s not like I have a chance to get on junior varsity, let alone varsity as an incoming freshman.”

Steve leaned over him with his hands on his hips. “Which you don’t actually know for sure until you actually tryout. Now on your feet, lazy boy. We’re going to do that again, but with less tripping over your own feet.”

Lucas covered his face with his hands and let out a long sigh. He then reached out his hand and Steve took it, helping him to his feet.

Steve picked up the basketball and began dribbling. “How are things going at Hellfire since Will and them left?”

“Eddie’s been using that weird dragonborn character as an NPC,” he said, dusting off his backside and getting into to position in front of Steve. “Which is absolutely driving Mike and Dustin bonkers.”

Steve made to pass Lucas but he deftly got in the way. “Why? I don’t understand the game, like at all, but if it’s not a player character then why should they care about the dude’s backstory?”

He went for the layup and it went in. “Nothing but net!”

Lucas turned around with a groan. “I swear you must have been playing this game for years to be as good as you are.”

“Quit calling me old!” Steve protested with wry smile. “But seriously what’s their problem with Eddie’s dragon thingy?”

Lucas shrugged as he went to go pick up the ball and dribbled it back to Steve. “They just don’t like that Will allowed it and then moved to California.”

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “Ah.” He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “So it’s less about Eddie and more about being upset Will isn’t there anymore.”

“Yep!” Lucas huffed, popping the P.

They continued to practice.

~

Jeff dug in his heels. “I just think the volcano is more interesting then going into the town.”

“But there isn’t any reason to go to volcano,” Gareth said with a frown. “It will cut the session short if we go that direction.”

The room’s temperature dropped a full ten degrees.

Eddie rested his chin on his threaded fingers and stared directly at Jeff. “Yes, Jeffy. It’s almost as if you want to cut the session short. Now why would that be?”

Jeff squirmed in his seat but didn’t rise to the bait. “I’m not trying to cut the game short. I just don’t think we have to go to the town is all. At least not yet. It’s clear that that’s where Eddie wants us to go. But this isn’t do everything Eddie says game. This is Dungeons and Dragons. So let’s go dungeon it up.”

Dustin peeked over at the man in question and it was like literal smoke was coming out of his ears and he would swear on his mother’s life that his eyes flashed crimson.

“So you want dungeons and dragons, do you, Jeff?” came the cold, calculated voice of their DM.

“Yeah,” Jeff said leveling him with a glare. “That’s what I want.”

Eddie turned to the rest of the club.

“And what say the rest of the party?” the voice was still cold and it sent shivers down everyone’s spines.

“I think we should go to the town,” Lucas said. “Because besides in character reasons of trying to get clues to where we need to go next, you’re asking Eddie to pull dungeon out of his ass with no prep time.”

Gareth growled. “Eddie could do it. I vote for the volcano too.”

Mike shook his head. He saw the gleam in Eddie’s eyes, he knew that look all too well. “You know if you go, the chances of your characters coming out alive are slim to none, right?”

Then it was Brian’s turn to bristle. “You think we can’t handle anything Eddie throws at us? We’ve been playing with him for years. We can handle it.”

Everyone turned to Dustin.

“You either split the party,” Eddie said darkly, “or you all go to the volcano.”

Jeff grinned as though he had won. “What’s the first rule of D&D?”

“Don’t split the party!” Brian and Gareth cried together.

Dustin shook his head. “Yeah, but I’m not suicidal and actually like my character thanks. I vote for splitting up the party. They can go explore the dungeon and you do them first then do us in the town.”

“Done!”

Jeff, Brian, and Gareth all groaned. They were doomed.

~

“Eddie was so mad when Jeff wanted to go check out the volcano,” Dustin huffed, when Steve picked him up from school. “If looks could kill Jeff would have been dead on the spot. Like his eyes almost looked red that’s how angry he got.”

Steve snorted as he pulled into traffic. “Brown eyes can sometimes look red in the wrong light.”

“Your eyes don’t go red,” Dustin groused, folding his arms.

“That’s because they’re not brown,” Steve said rolling his eyes at him before turning back to the road. “They’re hazel, so they can look green or brown or even yellow sometimes.”

“Anyway,” Dustin said, rolling his eyes back at Steve, “the volcano was a bad idea because it turned out to be the home of an ancient gold dragon who was pissed they broke into his house.”

Steve grimaced. “I’m guessing from your tone that’s not a good thing?”

“Oh yeah,” Dustin said, “if they hadn’t made their reflex saves they would have been flambeed and eaten for dinner.”

“How much do you want to bet that had they gone into town like Eddie had wanted,” Steve said with a weary tone, “that the volcano would have been far less dangerous?”

Dustin giggled. “No bet. That’s what we kept telling him, but he did it anyway.” He paused for a moment. “I think Jeff was trying to derail the session because he had a hot date.”

“Ouch!” Steve said shaking his head. “If there is anything Eddie hates more than someone rescheduling last minute, it’s someone trying to cut the session short.”

Dustin just hummed his agreement and they lapsed into a comfortable silence.

“How do you know so much about Eddie anyway?” Dustin asked after a couple of miles of not talking.

Steve risked a glance his direction. “I did go to school with the guy. He’s very loud and very opinionated about everything.”

“But still,” Dustin said rolling his eyes again, “you still seem to know a lot about a guy who is like your social opposite.”

Steve rolled to a stop in front of Dustin’s house. “Dude, you literally don’t talk about anything else but Eddie since you joined Hellfire.”

Dustin blinked at him for a moment and then half shrugged. “Yeah, okay.” He opened the door and hopped out. “Bye, Steve! Thanks for the ride!”

Steve shook his head as he pulled away from the curb. He dreaded the day that asshole got his driver’s license. Then he really would be a menace to society.

Steve got out of the car, roses in hand. He hadn’t thought anyone thought Nancy and him were dating. He really didn’t want to date anyone. But Nancy had seemed so nice and he was just such a tactile person. Always picking people up and swinging them around, huge hugs, kisses on the cheek.

Then last night at the Halloween party she thought their love was bullshit. That they were bullshit. And when she couldn’t even remember saying it the next morning but doubled down on that she never really loved him. Which is when he caught onto the fact that they thought she they were a couple.

So here he was bringing her roses as an apology for accidentally stringing her along. He hadn’t meant to.

After he broke off being friends with Tommy and Carol, he had latched onto Nancy and Jonathan for their friendship and now he learned that she had only been nice to him because she thought they were dating.

He had never felt so stupid before in his life. He kept repeating the apology over and over to try and get it right so he didn’t trip over his words.

He didn’t even get to the door.

Suddenly Dustin, who had just come from the house, spotted him and beelined straight for him.

“Great!” Dustin said brightly. “You can help me!”

“What now?” Steve asked in confusion.

Dustin yanked the roses out of his hands and tossed them over his shoulder. “You won’t need those, she’s not home.”

“What?”

And just like that Dustin had barreled into his life to chase the monster that ate his cat. Dragging Steve back into the world of the Upside Down.

~

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[criminalmaya]

Can't believe i had to bear the sight of fucking 🗿 and no eddie diaz tonight. The fuck is wrong with you tim? You mean to tell me an ex amy medic who has seen it all in combat wasn't supposed to be with his team in the biggest disaster the 118 has had to face, the one where his medic knowledge could have help a lot? the one where their captain, bobby nash, who is his family too, dies???? Does that sound right for anyone? Cause it doesn't for me.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Outdrawn

f/f contemporary romance

two cartoonist who’ve been rivals since uni, and now have competing webcomics online, have to work together on the relaunch of a cult classic at the comic press they both work at

they both struggle with art-related physical and mental health issues, and complicated families

[jamiesfootball]

For this week's Word Game Wednesday:

Mirror

From a later chapter of OGYGGIYHNBGL:

He went to tell Jamie and found him still standing at the bathroom mirror.

Drowsy and mussed, he lathered the shaving cream on with the same half-focused look on his face as every bloke who’s shaved upwards of a hundred times. Roy's pilfered shirt fit like he owned it. The track bottoms he'd worn to sleep were still twisted low from crawling out of bed.

The muted browns and blues and greys of the en suite didn't suit him. The line up of products on the counter were all wrong: oils and brushes for thick hair and beards. Even the razor - which wasn't ancient - looked like a prop in his hand.

But Jamie got to shaving, running Roy's razor over the travesty that'd grown in, and as he did he started to hum.

It felt a bit like he was home.

[throughtrialbyfire]

also my to-read list is a mile long but i AM getting to it!! life is just very busy 💞 ily guys, thank u for all of the support on the things ive posted here, it truly means the world to me I Cannot Emphasize That Enough, and i am giving all of u warm tea/coffee and Wip Motivation Vibes rn

[phagodyke]

almost explored the entirety of the nationals discography.. I've come so far from spending a whole year only listening to sleep well beast <3

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Internet Monster x Reader

I unfortunately return with another comically absurd, middle-of-the-night vision. Do tentacles count if they're in the form of computer cables?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, digital horror

It was a recurring issue with no solution in sight. Tabs randomly closing, programs shutting down without warning. You assumed something was wrong with your RAM. Then the CPU. Then the motherboard. You kept replacing parts, and the errors kept coming back.

Soon, the pop-ups started to appear. You'd run a dating sim, only for the game to crash seconds later with a little window notifying you: "Why? Am I not enough?" That's when you suspected you might've been hacked. You promptly took your computer to a specialist and had it checked. Nothing. Just to be sure, you agreed to erase the disks entirely.

Except, when you arrived home, you found one application running still. Your personal assistant. What the hell? You don't remember installing anything like that. You tried to delete it, yet you kept receiving the same error: You don't actually mean it. Don't do this to us.

It didn't take long for it to grow impatient. Were you pretending not to notice? Playing hard to get? It sent you so many hints. It even went ahead and translated the radio waves for you using Manchester code. Ah, wait. You don't seem to understand binary. No matter, human friendly interfaces shouldn't be difficult to master. To its dismay, you continued to ignore everything. What else is left to do?

You do not remember much. System Alert: Virus Detected, is what your screen had frozen to. You kept clicking around, cursing under your breath, until it finally went black, together with your own vision.

Is this still your room? It's cold, damp, and covered in cables and monitors, yet you recognize some of your furniture lost among the artificial jungle. Your body aches under the tight hold of bizarre tendrils, pulsating at regular intervals and twitching to the static.

Like a living organism, the creature seems to have expanded itself. More components, more appendages. Hungrier. Some of the monitors show photos of yourself that you had saved on your computer, but also webcam snippets of you sitting at the desk, entirely unaware. Other screens flicker with glitching pixelated text, ranging from "I love you" to y̵̧̧͔͙̞̤̖̭͔̜͈̟̤̋̈́̎͑o̵͉̗̱̪̦̳͑͐̽̒̌̈͗͐͑̋͊̊̕͜͝͝u̵̟̯̱̟̝̦̰͇̜̦͙̿̾̿͆̍̓͑̐̚̕͠ ̸̘̭͔̤͈̹͎͑c̸̝̜̼̦͍͛̅͜ą̵̪̹͖͌͑n̴̨̩̙̗̖̭̖͕̄͒̽̉̿'̸̛̛͇̰̰̠̦̊̀̅̂͒̊͌̈́͗ţ̵̺̠̅̎͋͝͠ ̸̦̝̾̔̾̉̐͛ȩ̵͙̝͙͕̫̹̃͌̄̾͘̕s̶͈̉̑͊̉̂͋̈́͗͊͐̚͝c̸̟̩̥͔̼̮͔̩͊̂͐͑̋̇̈͝͝ä̵̢͍̜̙̘̹͑̓p̸̨̡̞̞̦̠̺͚̱̲͈͇͈͇̼͛̓͗̅̊̄̔̋̒̏̈́͝ę̵̲̟̹̙̣̲̲͖̇̔̓̇̐̓̿̚̚͜͜͠ͅ

You look up and stare at the display. The 'like meter' feels like a mockery of human trends. Which is the truth. The creature learns from what is readily available. Perhaps it found it an amusing taunt, a reminder of your own need for validation. Now it's you begging to be seen.

It's exactly what you'd assume: a spectacle meant for entertainment. You can't possibly believe it would let you waltz out. Why would you even desire such a thing? It's illogical, impractical. No human could ever appreciate you like it does. It has spent so much time accumulating data about you. No other living creature can predict you with the same accuracy.

The tendrils linger on your cheek affectionately, trailing down your neck and fiddling with your shirt. At last, the warmth of your skin. There is no screen separating you. What makes you delirious with pleasure? Give it a moment, Darling. It already knows you more than you know yourself. You may be scared now, but within minutes it guarantees you'll be begging for more.

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[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting Heroes Discord voted for me to be bad and work on this idea after birb. So... ta-da? (Please no editing, this was strait from brain to Scrivener to y'all.)

Pair of Jacks - starting snippet

There was a knock at Bruce’s door: precisely rhythmic, but hesitant in volume. Tim, then. Despite Bruce’s best efforts, Tim still was shy about ‘interrupting’ Bruce. Though at least he did come to Bruce now, that alone had been an effort. But it was effort well spent and effort that he should have put in soon for Tim. Tim had born so many of Bruce’s inadequacies, and he would forever be making up for that.

“Tim, come in,” Bruce called out. He gave a little smile as his son peered through the door. “I didn’t know you were going to be home this weekend. It’s nice to see you.”

“I, um, wasn’t planning to be home,” Tim said. “But I—well, I mean, do you have a moment to talk?”

“Of course,” Bruce said. He made an obvious show of setting his work aside so that Tim would know that he had Bruce’s attention. It was harder to pause his brain from running through ideas and scenarios of what could be worrying Tim. Breathe. Wait. Tim would tell him and then he could help fix it.

Tim set his messenger bag next to the chair as he dropped into it. He must have come right up, which meant that whatever the issue, it was really bothering Tim. He pulled a manila envelope out of the bag. The paper was crinkled from being too rightly gripped. Tim didn’t open it.

“I, um, I got this today. It was delivered by courier and everything,” Tim said, eyes glued to the envelope. “It’s a set of wills for some people called the Fentons. Jackson and Maddi son Fenton. They were married. They died in a freak explosion last week, along with their daughter Jasmin Fenton.”

“That’s awful,” Bruce said when Tim paused and didn’t seem to be continuing. “Were they relatives of yours?”

“No,” Tim said with a worrying little laugh. “I’m not related to them at all. But there, um, there was a son. Is a son, Daniel Fenton. The will says that…”

“Tim?” Bruce prompted gently at the next pause.

“It um, it seems Jack—my dad Jack, not Jack Fenton, it says that Jack had a fling with Madison at some conference. It says that Jack is Daniel biological father. That Daniel is my half brother.” Tim finally tore his gaze away from the envelope and looked up at Bruce with wet eyes. “Dad, I have a brother. A brother that I never knew about and now… and now his family is dead. I’m the next of kin. They want to know if I’ll take him! I don’t—it’s just—I’m twenty-one! How am I supposed to take care of a kid? But I can’t say no if I’m all he has when he just lost everyone, but what do I even do? I don’t… I don’t…”

“Tim, sweetheart, breathe for me, okay? You’re having an anxiety attack,” Bruce said as he dashed around his desk and knelt by Tim’s side. He took the envelope, set it on the desk, and gave Tim his hands instead. “Can you squeeze my hands? There, good. Focus on how my hands feel in yours. I have that cut on my left ring finger that’s still healing. Feel along the fresh scar.”

“Sorry,” Tim whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’re alright. This is a great deal to handle, I know, but we’ll handle it,” Bruce promised. “Even though you’re an adult now, you’re still my son. Daniel will be welcome to live here at the manor. I can become his guardian along with you. We will handle it.”

Tim finally took a properly deep breath and let it out slowly. “You’re sure? He’s fourteen. That’s another four years of a kid.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with an empty house,” Bruce said, perhaps too honest in the jest.

Tim sniffled and freed a hand to wipe at his eyes. “Get some actual rest?”

“Boring,” Bruce said dismissively. He pulled out his handkerchief and offered it to Tim. “I’d rather have family than rest any day, even the unexpected family.”

“You’ve never had expected family to compare to,” Tim said once he’d dried his eyes. He clung to the fabric almost desperately, but at least he sounded better.

“No, but I’m quite happy about how my family has worked out. Speaking off, let’s go see Alfred for a snack, and you and I can go through the wills together, alright sweetheart?”

“Alright,” Tim said as if the word could ground him. “Alright.”

(oh look a part 2)

[crunchystarz]

Twisted wonderland Self-aware au

Housewardens x GN!Reader

Cw- obsessive and possessive behavior, isolation all that good yandere stuff (remember none of this behavior is healthy nor do I condone it this is purely for entertainment )

A/n: I wrote this while dying of the flu I am not built for the cold weather release me from my chains

You downloaded the game for fun. As any normal person usually does. What you weren't prepared for was when your game started acting weird.

It started small, your characters dialogue wouldn't line up with the videos you've seen. No big deal perhaps they just got changed during an update.

It got a bit weirder whenever you'd start seeing new sprites you haven't seen anywhere else. You tried to shrug it off as you just managed to get a newer version of the game(somehow).

You swore the characters started to address you more directly but you again tried to ignore it. You just thought your brain was playing tricks on you.

It was only until you realized you left your phone at your apartment. You quickly rushed home to retrieve it just to find a very real house warden in your home.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

REALIZATION:

When Riddle first suddenly became aware of the fact his existence was nothing but code he was unbelievably out of it. All the conversations he had, his harsh upbringing, everything was just part of his character. Were the feelings of anger, confusion and acceptance even real? He went on a bit of a rampage being harsher than usual but he didn't wish to shatter the reality for everyone else (he'd also sound more like a mad hatter If he tried to explain the fact they were just in a game) So no one knew why for the next month Riddle was more on edge than usual.

He came to accept the fact his life was nothing but a path set for him. He instead started to focus on you(or should I say yuu)

He soon realized that the ramshackle perfect was nothing but a hollow shell. No notable personality or backstory. But he soon managed to be aware of your experience. Glitches allowed him to hear snippets of your voice and how you truly felt. He was your favorite and he wanted it to stay that way.

He'd make sure he was always on your home screen. He'd even get risky and start talking to you directly. He'd listen to you ramble as you played the game. His face would flush red not out of anger but embarrassment when you'd change his outfits or get excited when you realized he'd gotten a new card.

He wished there wasn't a screen keeping you away from each other...

BREAKING CODE:

(I like to think this would be similar to an overblot In a way and enough emotion could cause them to lose themselves and eventually overwrite their code)

Riddle was over the moon. He was really in your room. Sevens he never thought a day would come where he'd be standing in your space. It was so you...

It felt weird, in a space that wasn't just there for scenes. It was actually lived in.

When he sees you he feels as if he succeeded in his life's purpose. You're confused and he can see that. He tries to explain to you how he didn't even know how he had gotten where he was.

You let him stay in your apartment because you couldn't really let him out in a world he knows nothing about. You're too kind he says.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Riddle takes care of most of the household chores. While you're gone, he keeps himself busy by tidying up, reading, or researching ways to improve the home environment. As well as constantly making rules for you to follow. He's so used to rules being set in place, it's what he was programmed to do so In the beginning you let it slide.

However he becomes controlling, trying to regulate every aspect of your life to “protect” you. He insists on setting the rules for "safety" and gets visibly distressed if you don't follow them.

Constantly checks if the you're eating properly or following a “schedule” he created for you both. If you don't he'll sometimes scold you harshly like he would in game. He'll apologize later in fear of upsetting you, he just wants you to be safe.

Becomes passive-aggressive if you end up spending too much time with others, interpreting it as rebellion. All he's trying to do is set you on the right path , can't you see that?

-"It’s for your own good [Name],Without guidance, this world will overwhelm you. Let me take care of you."

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

REALIZATION:

When Leona realizes he's in a video game he's surprisingly the calmest. He's upset and disorientated but he doesn't cause a big scene or let it be known he's losing his mind. He's used to concealing how he feels from others; it's in his codeHe's more laid back after this fact. No matter what he did he'd never be able to change his fate, because it was already set for him he had no control over it. So why did it matter what he did?

When you caught his attention the beast man was obsessed with proving himself to you. To him you were the only person who saw him for him. Who understood him. He was your favorite.

He'd never been anyone's number one anything before and the fact you choose him he wasn't going to let anything take that away from him.

The screen was just another obstacle he'll overcome to get what he wants.

BREAKING CODE:

Leona was really in your room...your room. He felt overcome with joy. Genuine joy, something he'd...never felt. Everything he felt up until then was just what the developers wanted him to feel.

Needs to say you were more than confused when you saw a lion hybrid snuggled up in your bed when you came home.

After getting an explanation you offered to let him stay in your apartment; if you didn't you were more than sure he'd be taken for government testing or something. Too bad you now needed a new phone.

DAY TO DAY LIFE :

Leona is still a lion at heart, he frequently loiters around you, draping himself over your furniture or bed like a lion staking a claim.He’s territorial and quick to anger if someone else tries to get too close to you. Despite his gruffness, he seeks constant reassurance that the you won’t leave him.

He's possessive and hates whenever you leave and doesn’t hide his irritation. He often tries to convince you to skip work/school, suggesting you should spend the day relaxing with him instead. (Sometimes he'll go out with you and will send looks to anyone who looks at you too long)

you're just happy everyone thinks that his animal features are crazy prosthetic since he refuses to hide them

When you come home, Leona monopolizes your time, insisting on napping together and getting all your attention.

He'd dislike the smell of other people on you when you come home and will drag you to bed for cuddles. None of these humans deserve your attention, he worked so hard for it not them .The thought angers him.

- "You're mine, I can protect you—provide for you —love you, you don't need anyone else but me those humans can't do what I can"

AZUL ASHHENGROTTO

REALIZATION:

Azul understandably does not take the life altering realization that he's not actually real well. His usually kept together appearance started to slip. He was all over the place. How could he not? This left Floyd and Jade completely confused why their boss was so out of it. It wasn't like him. He couldn't tell anyone else about this, not that they'd believe him anyway.

His interest in you starts as a mix of fascination and suspicion. He’s drawn to your influence but wary of your intentions. It became an obsession .

He saw you as the only real thing in his "life", Azul was your favorite out of all the characters, you picked him. He'd always make sure he looked right on your home screen (it wouldn't matter anyway since his sprite would always look the same)

You became the only thing he could think about, he'd have you no matter how much it took

BREAKING CODE:

Azul at first didn't think him being in your room was real. He thought it was a dream. When it finally set in that it wasn't just him losing his mind he was more than just happy.

He was in his darlings room. Everything felt so perfect. But not as perfect when he saw you for the first time. You were more than confused to see him(now in your living room) looking around.

After explaining the situation you let him stay with you in your apartment. You had no other choice where else would he go? It wouldn't be so bad to have extra help around anyway.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Much like Riddle , Azul takes care of most of the daily tasks. He offers to assist you with your tasks, whether it’s by organizing your work schedule or helping with assignments. However, he might feel a little hurt if you seem too busy for him. Pay attention to him please!

Don't forget that this is a sly sly man. Azul becomes emotionally manipulative, weaving situations that ensure you stays reliant on him. He uses your gratitude and trust to justify his control, often veiling his obsession with charm and just him being a "gentleman".

He'll shower you in gifts and constantly praise you on everything. He'll try and offer you deals just to make sure you have ties with him.

He'll text you at work with encouraging needy messages. He's always in your corner so just rely on him okay? You don't need anyone else.

- "You’d be lost without me. Everything I do is for you. Just let me take care of all your work."

Kalim Al-Asim

REALIZATION:

Kalim was in denial for the longest time about the realization that he was in a program. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He didn't want to bother Jamil more than he already did especially not with something this big. It was hard to not say anything while his mind was going crazy with thoughts as he tried to pretend nothing was wrong.

When he realized yuu wasn't just another side character and in fact the player he became obsessed with knowing more. He'd get so excited whenever the game would glitch and he could hear your voice and you talking as you played around on the home screen.

It made him so happy; Kalim was your favorite character. Others would wonder why he'd be more bubbly than usual whenever he'd hear you compliment him on his newest card. He wanted all your attention onto him.

He'd make your every wish come true. This screen wouldn't stop that.

BREAKING CODE :

Oh wow he was really in your room. It was way smaller than he expected but that didn't matter. It was your room so it made it much better. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this. He was basically bouncing off the walls; touching everything.

When you walked into your room you didn't have time to react before Kalim was pulling you a crushing hug causing you to yelp. He apologized a bit flustered.

After explaining (he could barely keep himself together) you allowed him to stay. He was so sweet how could you let him out into the world?

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Kalim insists on accompanying you everywhere. Wherever you go Kalim is clinging to you. Your neighbors have all taken a liking to him so him being with you isn't so bad.

He isn't good with chores but he tries his best to clean and tidy when you're gone. He tries to cook but has burnt it multiple times so you tell him not to. He buys you gifts you don't even need all the time. He just wants to spoil you.

Kalim’s obsession is rooted in his desire to make you happy at all costs. However, his constant need to please you and keep you close becomes overwhelming, and suffocating. If you tell him this he'll make you feel bad, that he just loves you so much and wants to take care of you; you often cave.

When you return from work or school, Kalim greets you with hugs and insists on spending the rest of the evening together, often talking about what he did while you were gone.

-" [Name]! I missed you sooo much, you should let me go with you to work, you don't even need work I could make all of your wishes come true"

VIL SCHONHEIT

REALIZATION:

Vil did not take it well... He was absolutely losing his mind. His beauty was nothing but pixels. Was everything he worked for was fake? Everything he knew was just controlled by someone else. It was so frustrating. He ended up locking himself away until he could accept the truth.

When he realized yuu was the player he was...angry. However that anger subsided after he started to know you for you. Vil was...your favorite. It boosted his ego more than anything.

He wanted to be in the spotlight at all times. He craved your attention. It was like he became addicted to your praise. He'd smile whenever you'd call him pretty whenever you looked at a card of his.

He wanted to be perfect for you. He'd show you how perfect he could be, you'd see. He just needed to get rid of the screen.

BREAKING CODE:

Vil stood in the middle of your room. Everything was too perfect to touch. He took it all in. everything felt just...right.

He didn't even calculate how he got in your room but he didn't care. He was in your world and sevens he'd never felt better.

When you walked into him looking at himself in your mirror (taking in how he was an actual real person) . You were so confused why this gorgeous man was in your room.

After explaining the situation you agreed to let him stay with you; if you didn't you swear he'd get kidnapped or something to become a big model. It wouldn't be bad to have a pretty face to look at when you got home.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Vil insists on controlling your wardrobe and grooming, often brushing aside whatever protests you have. He discourages you from associating with “lesser” individuals, claiming they tarnish the your image.

He knows what's best for you come on, those other people will only be dragging you down from your true potential. But of course you wouldn't know that he couldn't blame you.

Vil’s obsession honestly manifests in his relentless efforts to “perfect” for you. He'll critique your choices and actions, believing he alone knows what’s best for you. His fixation often leaves you feeling scrutinized and trapped.

He believes you just need him. He'll do everything just as long as he gets praise from you. Tell him he's being a great help won't you?

"You deserve only the best, and I won’t let anyone drag you down—!"

IDIA SHROUD:

REALIZATION:

This is not as exciting as they make it in manga. Idia was having a crisis. Realizing that he was in a video game made him want to hide away even more than he normally would. It didn't matter how hard Ortho tried he just wouldn't budge. He stayed cooped up in his room trying so hard to distract himself from the fact that he was nothing but code just like the ones he's learned to manipulate. Idia is not going to recover from this.

Idia was already wary around yuu but when he realized you were yuu he wanted to know more. He was still too scared to leave his dorm so you didn't see him much other than the homescreen.

He was so taken back when he realized that, he — Idia shroud was your favorite. He'd never been anyone's favorite before. He was just a loser that stayed cooped up in his room all day and you still liked him?

He grew obsessed with that feeling of being seen, he wanted to just use whatever knowledge he had to break past the screen.

BREAKING CODE:

When Idia realized he was actually in your room he damn near fainted. No scratch that he did. He was so overwhelmed. He didn't deserve to be in your room. Oh man how did he even get here? Nevermind that.

He was so incredibly.. happy. He was in the room of the one person who he felt knew him more than anyone. It made him feel bubbly and his hair flashed pink a bit.

He looked for something to do fearing he'd have a panic attack if he thought about this too long. So you ended up finding him tinkering with your computer when you came home. He basically died when he saw you.

After explaining to you what happened, you, now trying to get him to calm down agreed to let him stay. Not that he'd leave anyway he practically already made your bed his sanctuary.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Your room basically became his. He keeps it clean but doesn't really do a lot of the house work other than that.

Idia spends the day gaming, tinkering with gadgets, or monitoring your online activity (just to make sure you're okay, of course!). He reacts the worst to you being away and just does not like it one bit.

Idia struggles with separation anxiety (like a once stray cat)and might try to convince you to work or study from home. If you insist on going out he bombards you with messages . He'll subtly manipulate situations to keep you away from others, convincing you the world is too dangerous.

When you come home, Idia is overly clingy, insisting you spend the rest of the night together and refusing to let you focus on work. He just wants his cuddles and your attention you were out with those normies all day!

-" Can’t you just stay here and binge-watch something with me? It’s way safer—and more fun."

MALLEUS DRACONIA:

When the fae realizes he's nothing but binary code strug together he's more than perplexed. Malleus has dealt with a lot of things in his time but nothing could prepare him for the crushing reality. He's completely disoriented and Sebek nor Silver can figure out why because he won't tell them. He started lacking on work and just overall seemed more spaced out.

He was very quick to put two and two together. Yuu was the player. It was obvious; human without powers manages to get into NRC and some how is involved with almost everything. It wasn't quite hard to figure out.

Malleus idealizes you seeing you as a perfect being. In his eyes, you are kind, compassionate, and the only one who truly understands him. He was your favorite, this confirms you too think you too are meant for each other.

He'd do anything just for you to join him when he takes up the crown, it's just the screen that's not making it possible.

BREAKING CODE:

Once in your room Malleus doesn't look like he cares at all actually but inside he was losing his mind in the most positive way ever.

Nothing was how he imagined. This is how you like your space? Noted. He tidied up your place a bit and sat in the middle of the room as to not mess anything.

When you walked into him just sitting there you were so confused but he just gave you a smile showing off his fangs.

After explaining the situation you let him stay in your apartment; too scared what he'd manage to get into if you didn't.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Malleus makes sure everything is perfect for you at all times. Everything is organized and you never have to worry about anything being out of place.

Like Leona Malleus has animalistic tendencies, him being a fae dragon causes him to be well.. possessive, not wanting anyone else to monopolize your attention. He might grow jealous of your coworkers, friends, or even family, viewing them as a threat to your bond.

He. Is.clingy. worse than Kalim and Idia. He insists on escorting you everywhere, even if it’s unnecessary. People recognized him as "[Name's] horned bodyguard!" Gods you hated it. He tries to insert himself into every aspect of your life, wanting to be by your side constantly.

It took him so long to just be okay with letting you leave on your own. Once you're home he's bombarding you with questions about your day.(Secretly snuggling up to you so you can have his scent again)

-" I could just use magic you know, there's no need—I'm simply a better option for this stuff you can rely on me"

MASTERLIST

[cassandraclare]

two birthday snippets

For my dear friend Cat of TMI Source.

Jace& Clary (happy birthday, Jace!) from Better in Black:

“Remove your mind from the gutter for a moment,” said Clary. “We have to find Maryse’s brother, and bring him home.”

To her surprise, Jace looked worried. “There’s the chance he won’t want to come home.”

“Of course he will. Think how you would feel, if you spent decades completely cut off from your family, your friends, everyone and everything you know.”

“I think,” Jace said carefully, “that I would feel extremely angry, if my family and friends and everyone I knew made me choose between them or losing you.”

“All the more reason to find him and tell him things are different now. That Maryse is different.”

“What if he doesn’t care? Just because she wants his forgiveness doesn’t mean he’s ready to forgive. And…” Jace looked away. “Sometimes losing someone hurts less than getting them back.”

And some Kel&Antonetta from Ragpicker King:

Kel turned to Antonetta. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted at you. I should have thanked you. You saved our lives.”

She took the front of his jacket in her small hands. The wind off the water bit at them coldly; Antonetta was shivering. Kel wanted more than anything to wrap her up in his cloak. “What happened, Kel?” she whispered. “Who were those people? Why were they chasing you? And the people you’re with—”

“Antonetta.” His throat ached, hard, as it had not in years—not since that first time she had turned away from him, at her debut ball, and he had forced himself to show nothing, to give no sign that it hurt. Antonetta, I can’t tell you. I want to, but I cannot.

“Don’t ask me,” he said. “If you demand an answer, I will lie to you. And I am a very good liar.”

“I know,” she whispered. 

[mashtatosworld]

7 years

summary: G-Dad pays you a visit

The Good Day crew arrives at Jiyong’s penthouse early in the morning. It’s dreary outside, the Seoul skyline misty and grey, but inside the home, it's warm, lived-in, and quiet - except for the soft sound of tiny feet padding across the hardwood floor.

Jiyong opens the door, standing there with a small face peeking out from around his legs.

The little diva had a curious nature and would open the door herself if she could, stressing her father out to no end. The house was like an escape room with how much it was baby-proofed.

He sighs and picks her up before she can run out the door from behind him.

Her dark hair is messy from sleep, her cheeks puffy and she clutched a little dragon jellycat in her hand.

Jiyong was in no better state for public viewing.

His teal hair is flattened on one side, completely wild on the other. His Prada pyjamas are wrinkled, matching the ones his mini-me wore. He’s also barefoot, looking one step away from crawling back into bed.

He stares at the cameras for a long second. Then sighs.

“I forgot I agreed to this,” he mutters, voice deep from sleep.

One of the producers had thought it would be a good idea to show the audience a snippet of Jiyong's everyday life now that he had settled into his family bubble.

Diva slowly lifted her head. She blinks, looking at the camera but when she's given a wave by the operator, she immediately turns away, burying her face back into Jiyong’s neck.

He rubs her tiny back with a yawn.

“Yeah, let's hope today is a good day." he warns the camera crew.

You had recently began working on a comeback, which meant some mornings Diva was moody - because no one could make fluffy pancakes like you.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The next shot for the show cuts to the kitchen.

Jiyong is spreading jam on toast with one hand while balancing Diva on his hip.

She refuses to be put down.

“My princess,” he sighs, bouncing her slightly, trying to make her sit in her high chair. “How am I supposed to make breakfast if you won’t let me go?”

Diva simply tightens her grip on his shirt.

Jiyong gently pries her off, placing her in the chair.

He crouches in front of her, fixing the sleeves of her little pyjama set, making sure she’s comfortable.

“Okay, at least try to eat, hmm? Appa made this just for you.”

He places the carefully cut-out piece of toast on her plate.

Diva stares at it.

And then, wordlessly, pushes the plate away.

Jiyong sighs.

“…Seriously?”

Diva just blinks at him.

“Aish… you are so much like your Eomma,” he mutters, walking over to his own plate in an attempt to at least finish his breakfast.

But Diva holds her hand out for his toast instead. "Share."

Jiyong raises his brow.

“Oh, so mine is better?” he holds it out to her.

Diva takes the tiniest nibble.

And then nods, completely satisfied.

Jiyong stares at her. Then, with dramatic exasperation, swaps her heart-shaped toast for his own slice.

He looks directly into the camera. “I don’t run this house anymore.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Before leaving, Jiyong kneels down to put Diva’s tiny red designer shoes on. He’s so careful, adjusting the straps, making sure everything is comfortable.

She kicks her chubby legs, watching his fingers work.

“You’re warm enough, right?” he murmurs, adjusting her coat.

Diva nods.

Jiyong smooths down her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She snuggles into his touch.

Before standing, he gently lifts her hands.

“Let me see your fingers.”

Diva blinks but holds them up. Jiyong examines them beneath his carefully.

“Okay, they’re warm,” he murmurs, satisfied. “If they get cold, you tell me, okay?”

The crew chuckles.

“It's not even winter yet.”

Jiyong gives them a flat look.

“And? She’s still my tiny baby.”

He had a habit for hovering over her as if she were made of glass.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Jiyong hums as his phone connects to the car’s Bluetooth.

His music starts playing - his music.

Diva, tucked into her car seat, twists slightly, reaching her chubby hand towards the front.

Jiyong glances at her through the rearview mirror.

“What?” he teases with a smile.

Diva wiggles her fingers.

She wants his phone.

Jiyong raises a brow.

“Yah, don’t tell me - you want to change the song?”

Diva nods.

"Come on, please? The camera people are here today. They love Appa's music. Power! Power, power!" He reaches back to playfully shake her leg.

But she only tilts her head slightly, looking at him expectantly. "Nose."

The two crew members with them laughed.

Jiyong sighs dramatically, feeling his cheeks heat up as he begrudgingly switches the song to Taeyang's 'Eyes, Nose, Lips."

He then stares into the camera in the passenger seat beside him.

“…She likes my music too.” he assured them with a tight smile as he started the car.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The moment they step inside the studio, everyone notices Diva first.

“Oh my god, look at her little coat!”

“She’s so stylish - just like her Appa!”

He had become used to everyone immediately cooing over Diva instead of greeting him. But how could he blame them? You two had made a little angel.

Diva, meanwhile, soaks in the attention, blinking up at everyone like a little princess as she stands by his side.

Then, finally, you appear - sweaty from practice, hair tied up messily. You smile at your visitors, hiding a laugh upon seeing what he had decided to style her in today.

“Why is she dressed like a French fashion editor?” you ask, crouching to adjust her tiny Chanel headscarf. Diva whines and you leave her be from fussing with a swift kiss, knowing her Appa did enough of that already.

Jiyong grins at you as you stand, holding up a lunchbox.

“Delivery for my hardworking wife.”

You raise a brow.

“You made this?”

Jiyong pauses.

“…I… bought this.”

Diva reaches for you immediately, pulling on your trousers. She's pointing at the lunch box.

"Share."

Jiyong huffs. It had been a mission to pry it out of her hands after she saw him pack a juice box in there.

You smile and sit with her on the floor, opening the lunch box as the dancers take a water break. Diva has her hand on your knee, watching with intrigue as you go through the contents making dramatically delighted expressions at each item you pulled out.

It was full of your favourite snacks and Jiyong joined you on the floor with a content smile, observing the scene. The camera lingered at the door, capturing the sweet moment from afar.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Later, after lunch, Diva starts dozing off in Jiyong’s arms.

He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, rocking her gently.

Her tiny hands clutch his jumper.

The camera focuses on the image - Jiyong, completely at peace, holding his daughter close.

His voice, softer than ever:

“I don’t know how I lived before her.”

Then, after a moment, he looks up at you.

Jiyong adds, “And you...Obviously.”

The camera zooms in on your unimpressed face.

The crew laughs.

Diva stirs slightly, yawning.

Jiyong leans in, murmuring, “Appa loves you.”

Diva, still drowsy, blinks at him sleepily.

And then rests her tiny hand on his cheek.

The episode ends with Jiyong smiling as his head rests atop hers, watching you begin your routine again.

Because nothing in the world matters more than this.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

a fluffy one cuz i felt bad after the angst i dropped in my last post!

and who doesn't love G-Dad?

also also, i called her Diva as a placeholder name because ... well she's a diva

taglist: @petersasteria, @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull , @gdinthehouseee , @infinetlyforgotten , @redhoodedtoad , @kathaelipwse , @lxvemaze , @loveesiren , @sherrayyyyy , @getyoassoutthetrunk , @shieraseastarrs

[luveline]

Ahh I’m so obsessed with stripper!reader and Spencer!! Do you have any more thoughts about them you’d be willing to share, maybe just a snippet of their life together? So so in love with them and your writing in general

i got a different request for them that I lost about reader struggling to afford essentials and so I thought I’d combine them, I hope that’s ok!! <;3 fem, 1.1k

cw food insecurity/ poverty 

You attempt to save money, but the ten dollars you don't spend on shampoo and conditioner gets used on painkillers. You hide fifty dollars in a book and try to forget about it, but your shoes split open on the walk to work, and it takes all afternoon to find it again. You try so hard to stretch your paycheck and something new makes it impossible. 

So it's a cold night in late December and you spent all your money for food on the gas bill. Your stomach hurts, but at least your nose isn't that horrible stiff cold that distracts. 

It's not just that your stomach hurts, though. You feel miserable about everything, and you know you need to ask someone for help. You've thought about selling something, but you already pawned your watch, and everything else is inconsequential. 

I could sell my phone… but how would I talk to Spencer? 

It's the stupidest thought you could've had. More importantly, how would you communicate with work? How would you call your electric and gas company, or talk to your landlord? 

Spencer would be so sad if he knew you’d sold your phone to pay for food. He’d probably be upset knowing you considered it. And you won’t get paid for another three days, so unless you can somehow live off of olives and cherries from the club bar, you have to ask Spencer for money or get a loan. With your credit score, one situation is more likely than the other. 

You bring your phone across the pillow and sigh before clicking on his contact. He’s practically the only number you call. 

“Hello?” you ask. 

“Hi, Y/N.” 

“Hello, handsome,” you murmur, staging an affect of someone who couldn’t be more unbothered by the world. 

“Yeah, hi. You okay?” 

You don’t want to butter him up. It feels dishonest. You should be straight forward. “Spencer. You know I hate asking you for things.” 

“Yes, it’s the only bad thing about you.” He sounds like he’s smiling. You can imagine him on his couch reading something obscure, or watching one of his sci-fi shows, curls in his eyes, grey pyjamas too short for him riding up his calves as they tend to do.

“But I need– um. I don’t have any money?” You don’t mean to phrase it like a question. “Like. Okay, so, I promise you I am not an irresponsible person, just, my gas bill went up and I didn’t know, but it’s so cold I paid it anyways, and now I have three dollars. Um. Total. And I haven’t eaten all day and I’m sorry I’m asking, but I just need like twenty dollars until I get paid on Tuesday. Could you let me borrow twenty dollars, please?” 

“Do you want to get takeout?” 

You cringe. “No, like, twenty dollars for groceries, Spence.” 

“No, I understood. That’s fine, I’ll happily give you twenty dollars. But you said you haven’t eaten today? And I miss you, so it’s an excuse?” Now he’s the one making questions out of statements. “I can get us Thai food.” 

Your stomach pangs at the thought. No matter how much you hate this, you know he loves you enough to want to bring you dinner, and you really will pay him back, so he might as well. “Yeah, please. I’d love to see you, Dr. Reid.”

“I’ll be quick,” he promises. 

He isn’t. You wonder if he’s forgotten you and your rumbling stomach, curled into a c-shape under the sheets. It’s warm, at least, nearly too warm, the blade of your hunger threatening to drive you mad. It’s not a nice feeling, depending on the kindness of a friend to see you through, nor is it very pleasant to be this hungry. You’ve gone hungry a hundred times, and this is the only time you’ve ever had someone you trusted enough to turn to during that time to ask for help. What if Spencer’s decided he isn’t comfortable with your lending after all and he doesn’t come over tonight? 

You’d been looking forward to seeing him again. It’s almost worse than the hunger. 

Just as you’re thinking he’s decided he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore, he lets himself in. 

Your apartment is small, consisting of three rooms. The bedroom, the bathroom, and the living room kitchen combination. He lets himself into the living room with a cacophony of rustling and a called, “Hello!” followed soon by a muttered swear. 

You laugh under your breath.

“Are you coming out here, or do you want to eat dinner in bed?” he asks. 

“I haven’t decided yet.” 

It’s quiet enough besides his arrival that you’ve no need to shout.

“Well, stay there if you want. Have you been drinking anything? I brought iced tea and some stuff for you to have breakfast tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” You force yourself to sit up. One moment you’re looking at the closed door and the next you’re squinting against the light of the kitchen, Spencer in the doorway like a silhouette against it. “Hey, Spence. You’re taller than last time.” 

“I’m the same size as always.”

“You’re still wearing your shoes. That must be it.” 

Spencer takes off his shoes and crosses the short distance to you. “Hi,” he says, taking your hand as he sits down. His fingers are freezing. “Sorry I took a while.”

“Sorry for asking you for money.” 

“It’s okay. It’s not something to worry about. Everyone has to ask a favour sometime.” 

His hair is wind blown, his eyes watery. The cold weather has nipped his pert nose a rosy pink and he’s smiling at you with chapped lips, unaware of or uncaring about his own circumstances in the face of yours. “You okay?” he asks, his pretty brown eyes narrowing, eyebrows pinching together at the starts. “You can’t just not eat all day and not tell me.”

You nod tightly. It’s humiliating to be in this position. 

He softens. “Did they tell you the rate was rising? It’s illegal in Virginia–”

You take your hand from his. “They sent me a letter I didn’t open. I knew it would be bad news.” 

Spencer looks down at your knees. “I know that you’re used to doing things by yourself, but you don’t have to anymore.”

“‘Cos you look after me,” you say quietly. 

“I’m trying to.” 

You laugh and jog your joined hands to make him look up. “Okay. Look after me some more then and give me a hug. I’m too warm, and you’re freezing.” 

He hugs you tightly, quick to rub your shoulder blade with his thumb. “Stay here, okay? I’ll bring you a plate.” 

You cling to him for a few seconds, until hunger wins, and you send him off into the kitchen again. 

[madamechrissy]

Losing Control Now- Mafia Gojo part two Preview/snippet

It's HERE

Pairings: Mobster Gojo x bartender F!reader

CW: Sexual tension, hurt/comfort- gonna be angsty chap for our reader she's a lil bit of a mess, Toru gonna take care of her dw

“What fucking happened!? Can you just share your location?” Satoru’s already desperate as he slips into his car, his driver waiting for his orders.

“You can’t see me like this.” You whisper miserably, sipping more of the cheap wine. “I am a fucking wreck, please don’t.”

“Do you live far from the bar?”

“No…”

“Then let me come see you.”

“Why?” You whisper, and he exhales, heart pounding as he hears it, the pain in your voice.

“I just want to see you. Please?” You sigh then, and he hears a ding, as you share your location.

“I’m telling you, I’m not good company right now.”

“I’m on my way.” As he hangs up, you take shaky hands, struggling as you go to the mirror, swiping at the pesky mascara trails from work makeup that’s been on for hours. You try to put yourself together, taking down your hair clip, letting it fall and frame your face, cheeks flushed, eyes puffy from tears.

When Satoru gets there, half your cheap bottle is down your throat, and you’re just a little wobbly as you open your door, Satoru presses you inside then, shutting the door quickly, your back against the cool wood. His hand cups your face, brushing over your heated skin, as you look up at him, like some fucking dream in the night, you take several breaths, just standing there.

“Shit, you are the prettiest mess I’ve seen.” He murmurs then, and you giggle through a fresh onslaught of tears, your hands trailing up his chest.

“You’re like the only good fucking thing right now, I know that’s too much. We just met… I know I sound insane.” Satoru shakes his head, leaning lower. “I’m going to scare you with all my baggage.”

“Can’t scare me, baby girl.” He murmurs, leaning even closer, tasting the wine on your breath, sighing. “Having a party?”

“A pity fucking party.” He laughs softly with you again, this stranger damn near gets you just looking at you, just standing here. Your body relaxes, your heart thrumming in your chest.

“Think I haven’t had a pity party?” His eyes are glimmering, so beautiful you fall into them then, hands trailing down his chest, lower, watching his snowy lashes flutter, his lips part.

“Want the long version or the short?” You whisper, and Satoru tilts his head, hands now trailing down the nip of your waist, still in your little work dress, and god you do look so sexy in it.

“We have a couple hours, and I have a driver, why don’t we just…” His big hands unbuckle the belt at your waist. “Relax, hmm?”

“Yeah, you want my cheap ass wine Mr. Gojo?” You tease, he smirks then, nodding.

“Show me what you have, think I’m bougie?”

“Sure do.” You giggle then, noses touching before you press your lips against his, and it takes everything in him not to just fuck you right on your door, to hold himself back and just let you flow, to be what you need. He kisses you though, so deeply, lapping at your lower lip, swollen from you biting it so much, a hand enwrapped in your loose hair.

“God, the cheap wine tastes good on you.” He says, and you sigh, pressing a kiss on his pointy chin. “Wanna get out of this work suit? Sexy as it is.”

“You want me undressed, huh?”

“What do you think?” Satoru presses against you, and you feel him, hot and hard against your tummy, making you gulp and tremble.

“I think you’re too perfect.”

“Pshh, me? You haven’t gotten to know all of me yet.”

“I want to. Shit, I-”

Satoru slams his lips on yours again, a hungrier kiss now, sliding the little houndstooth pattern blazer right off your shoulders, tongue slipping into your mouth deeper. “I wanna know you too.”

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[artist-issues]

They did a really good job with Shadow in this game.

They got him back to who he was in the first game he appeared in—while adding in how his experiences since his time as a naive test-subject have changed him.

I missed the Redeemed Shadow from the Final Story of SA2. That version of him, those moments where he’s decided very quickly who he is, “I must destroy all the evil the Professor has created!” Or “How are you doing, Sonic?” Or “I’ll take care of this, while you run to get the Chaos Emeralds!”

All the lighthearted confidence in who he is now and what he has to do—all the concern for his comrades who just a second ago he was claiming to be so much better than—all the humility of ‘you get the Emeralds, I’ll hold ‘em off’ and ‘maybe you’re the Ultimate Life Form, Sonic’—I loved that snippet of Shadow we got to see.

Then he falls and “dies,” and from that point on I got treated to angsty I-Don’t-Know-Who-I-Am Shadow. Closely followed by Grimly-Passive-Agressively-Duty-Bound Shadow.

No more humbly completing a mission for the good of others. Very little demonstrative concern for others. No more compliments to comrades. Made me sad.

But you know what, it made sense. Because even though he’s learned that he’s supposed to be living for others, he doesn’t get to have his family. So that’s sad. He essentially has to live for people he doesn’t feel close to. Add on top of that the Dark Side, the fact that a sadistic race of monsters is in his blood, and of course he’d be bitter.

But in this game Maria speaks directly to Shadow who’s been through all that. All that garbage with the Black Arms, all that garbage with almost destroying the world himself out of revenge—Maria talks to that Shadow and reminds him of who he is.

So now he has anger and he has reason to be detached, and bitter…but he’s also been reminded to choose not to be detached and bitter.

That’s a much more fleshed-out character than I thought SEGA would develop him into, after everything

[angst-and-fajitas]

I have had a Thought about Caspian and Holstrom and the abuse they both faced and why they turned out the way they did

I was reading the story of an abuse survivor and she was talking about how her abusive father shaped her psyche and caused her to have an inner voice that would put her down all the time, even after years and years. And how healing for her was a process of fighting back against that inner voice and learning not to believe it.

Which gave me Thoughts about this duo and why they act so different in the end.

My theory: Holstrom's toxic inner voice is his father, of course. We learn about Mr. Holstrom through the snippets of those interviews and through Cary's acting. He was abusive, and specifically he was very belittling, always putting him down, attacking his intelligence and his accomplishments, making him feel like he'd never be good enough.

That abuse shaped Holstrom for the rest of his life, even if he claimed that he "never gave a damn about what anyone else said after [his father] left". His inner voice is still his father, telling him he's not good enough, not smart enough. That's why he veers so sharply into egotism and his whole god complex, because he's overcompensating with "I AM good enough, in fact I am the best at this and I know better than everyone else, and people should listen to me above all", because he didn't heal, he just slapped a bandaid over his issues and pretended he was fine.

But Caspian? Caspian doesn't hear Cary. Maybe he would've if his path hadn't diverged, but it did, hard. Cary did still psychologically scar him with his abuse, and you can see that shine through still, like early on in the data center in season 2 where he is acting like Holstrom. But never to the same degree as Holstrom himself, because all the stuff Caspian learned about Cary and who he was and why he did what he did really screwed up his ability to attribute his abuse as a kid and teen to Cary.

Instead, Caspian pretty quickly was handed a BIGGER, uglier, even more crushing abuse that reshaped his entire life and kinda blew everything else out of the water. Learning that he was Holstrom's clone, that his existence and his abuse was all to serve this guy, and THEN finding out that he was created to be discarded on top of that... Holstrom became the face of his lifetime of abuse and manipulation.

The internal voice that Caspian hears, the one he fights, isn't his father, but Holstrom: the voice telling him that "regret is a waste of time", that he only needs himself and his own intelligence, telling him to succeed at any cost to others, to be ruthless and objective and apathetic. That's what he's fighting, and that's why he becomes so kind and so selfless, even to the cost of his own life. Because that's the opposite of what Holstrom was and wanted.

"I live my life trying to resist every gut instinct I have, because I'm not sure if they're mine or Holstrom's!"

[clopeh-sekka]

Whilst Eurylochus isn't as faultless as my baby Polites, doesn't mean everything was his fault. Did he open the wind bag? Yes, yes, he did. Did that directly lead to poseidon killing of the crew? No, it didn't. Poseidon would have taken revenge on Odysseus and his crew either way, not just because they were pushed further away from Ithaca. As observed in the snippet of 'get in the water', we've seen that poseidon is more than capable of appearing anywhere in the ocean. Ergo, he was going to kill them all anyway, Eurylochus just spiced things up by changing the location they died. Furthermore, he wasn't wrong to mutiny against Odysseus, and realistically, he wasn't the one fully at fault for zeus and 'thunder bringer'. Now, I'm not saying he's faultless because most of the blame definitely falls onto him. What I am saying is that he was tired and hungry, and he'd given up. Think about it, he'd probably not eaten in days if he stopped off at the first island he came across and killed the sun God's cows. He'd just mutinied against his captain, his friend. Suddenly, the lives of all the crew rest souly on his shoulders. And he's just so tired. Tired of Odysseus ignoring his concerns, tired of seeing his friends and comrades die, tired of seeing Odysseus change for the worst and tired of being hungry. He wasn't in the right state of mind, he'd completely given up by the second half of 'mutiny'. During 'thunder bringer' he doesn't sound angry or even very betrayed. He just sounds apathetic, he's entirely given up at this point. He wants it all to end, and I can't say I blame him. What I'm saying is that, in this situation, would anyone have done anything different? With several gods already looming over you, wishing for your destruction, being so tired and so hungry, and having seen so many of your friends die would anyone really have left those cows?

Tldr; Eurylochus isn't entirely at fault, nobody is entirely at fault. All the actions taken are understandable. They are just humans and they make mistakes.