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Loving her is Red (1)

Hawks, known to be the fastest hero in Japan and a man who does things his own pace. A man whose life has never been completely his, from the moment the Commission had taken him in, he never really had anything to truly call his. Hawks is the cocky, laid-back Wing Hero whom society adores and fawns over, the flawless facade no one saw through because they prefer it over Takami Keigo who came from a poor and harsh begining.

So why is it that the one person who could see past the mask, is a woman who just happen to hate the Commission?

Or in which Hawks falls in love with someone he shouldn't have. Good thing the feeling is mutual.

Warnings : Hawks is a big birb man, he acts like a bird, he courts like a bird, he has a nest, kind of hawks centric, Takami Keigo is a HUGE SIMP, cursing, HPSC bashing, Endeavor bashing. Written in Hawks' POV, 3rd POV. Mentions of abuse.

I headcanon that those with mutant quirks like Keigo are bigger in size compared to anyone else, so they are forced to take (expensive) suppressants to be smaller to look much more 'normal' and approachable. Inspired by Horus in Gods of Egypt and Hawkman from Black Adam, Keigo in his original form is bigger and much faster with talon-like nails.

The love interest/reader has female genitalia, with she/her prounouns. In this household we love thicc women, thicc thighs save lives, world hard and cold, tiddies soft and warm, implied to be a virgin. Codename is Valkryie. Implied to have a bird-related quirk. Is nicknamed Pidge (lady and the tramp style), Kid, Dove and Angel by Hawks.

(I tried to be inclusive to black readers so the fic rarely mentions the hair and skin, everyone is beautiful so synonyms of it is used alot)

Slight slow burn, pinch of angst, lots of fluff, smut, porn with plot, and they were roommates, slight enemies to lovers.

Foreplay, dom/sub, rough s*x, size difference, size kink, overstimulation, implied breeding kink, wing kink, feather kink, creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus, handjob, seasonal rut, aftercare.

Smut will be in part 2

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! No Reposts.

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Love is an unfamiliar word for both for Hawks and Takami Keigo. Neither of Keigo's parents loved him nor did they display love for each other. The 'love' the public and his fans give him as Hawks is superficial, they only love the mask he showcases and that's it. The Commission isn't any better, they trained him to be a child soldier, a little puppet they can order around for the sake of 'peace'. His admiration for Endeavor came from the fact that his only reprieve as a child was an Endeavor plushie.

He has never known love but that's fine, as long as he does his purpose, it was fine.

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He'd be lying if he said he never questioned the Commission but he'd be an even bigger liar if he said he didn't know the exact moment he started crack.

On top of all his already full workload, the Commission gave him another thing to think about. An agent from Might Tower who they were planning on partnering him up with, was suddenly attacked by five armed men while coming inside her apartment. Fortunately, she was able to freeze them before they could do any real damage to her. Her neighbors heard shots being fired and quickly called the authorities. She had a few scratches and bruises but she was mostly fine.

In his defense, he did ask what did that have to do with him, to which the President replied "Like I said, she's an agent that we were going to place under your agency. She's an important asset with her skills as an analyst. However, with the sudden attempt on her life, we decided to have you always with her, to ensure such a valuable woman wouldn't get taken out too early." Apparently, they want him to act as a bodyguard for a while due to her skills and her knowledge, making her an important asset (he hates how they talk about her like she's an object that was going to be discarded after using).

it was a pretty solid story, he had no reason to be suspicious. He was ordered to escort her from her apartment, he had to divide his wings and put all his feathers in a backpack when he came to pick her up, so no one would recognize him.

When he entered her room, she was clearly no damsel in distress, considering she caught him by suprise when she attacked him. If he were any ordinary man, he would have died then and there with how fast and precise she was. However, he wasn't ordinary, so he was able to keep up with her, although in the end she was able to pin him down (which was pretty impressive).

There was a certain glint in her eyes, one he couldn't really pin-point what, that tells him that she wasn't who she says she was. He told her he was Hawks and he was there to pick her up by the order of the Commission. She didn't immediately let him go (which was fair), but with enough reassurances from him, she did got off of him and apologized. But she made it extremely clear that she didn't trust, in her words, an HPSC rascal.

Her eyes should have given him a clue.

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Hawks will admit, she was good. Obviously, she was efficient at her job, her work ethics were things to envied. She made work much easier for him and everyone involved.

No, that wasn't he meant, no, not at all. What he meant was that she new what buttons to push to get him riled up. He and Valkyrie were told that they were to share a space to work more efficiently. Which meant he was at the recieving end of her judgement of the Commission and her teasing remarks. She wasn't shy of her criticism and disapproval of the Commission's methods. Not to mention she regularly calls him 'HPSC rascal'. Hell, she gave him grief over the amount of times she saved his ass from their joint missions.

It was a juxtaposition to her serious, no-nonsense persona she shows in front of everyone. To get back at her, he started calling her 'Pidge'. At first it was just to tease her, to get a reaction out of her, but as time went on, it became a term of endearment to him for her.

But it wasn't all bad. For as much as a little sh*t she was, she was equally kind. Because they shared a house paid by the Commission, they saw each other everyday. Which made him see a much different side to her. Despite the fact that he was pretty much useless when it comes to cooking, she just shook her head and asked what are his preferences. Didn't judge him whenever his feathers were a mess, didn't question his temporary nest that was placed in the corner of his room.

However, Hawks still had a job to do. So every now and then, he would ask for a report on what she knows and gathered from her work. He also kept an eye out for her, making sure no man one does any funny business with her. Which leads him to his current predicament; seething quietly in his office as her apparent 'right-hand man' was chatting her ears off. The man was clearly obsessed with her, calling her 'Valkyrie-sama' and kept going on and on about how merciful she was. And the worst part was; she entertained the younger man.

He swears it's not because he's jealous, but the young man was just so irritating, the absolute disrespect towards him, the number #2 f**king Pro Hero.

Even when the younger man had left, Hawks can't help but notice just how much attention Valkryie gets, both from men and women. It made sense, she was beautiful and approachable, of course everyone wants her attention.

What bothered him was the fact that those who approached didn't even bother looking at her gorgeous eyes, they immediately look at her ample chest. His eye twitched when a particularly shameless man placed his disgusting hands on her shoulder, Hawks sat up a little too quickly which made his chair fall over due to the speed. Valkryie looked at him with concern while the man had flinched.

"If you don't have any further business with either of us, please see yourself out." He left no room for any complaints with how cold his glare was. The man was quick to leave his office with his tail in between his legs.

Hawks glanced at Valkryie, only to see her with a mischievous smile on her lips.

Oh, I am f**ked

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Seven months.

They have been living in the same house for seven months. The Commission had been on his ass, reminding him that if she seemed suspicious, he should investigate and immediately report to them.

Turns out, the other reason the Commission made them live together for a while was to keep an eye out on her, because the men that they caught that attempted to attack her said "she isn't who she says she is." Or something like that.

The thing was.... he had noticed. He noticed so he followed her one night four months ago because she hadn't returned from her 'work', and would you look at that; she was talking and having coffee..... with Twice from the league of villains.

And yet... he didn't report the incident to the HPSC. Why?

Well, because he had eavesdropped into their conversation and realized that they were just... talking, as if they were friends. Making debates just how screwed up amd corrupt the government and HPSC is, making fun of their co-workers. They were laughing and looked like they were having a good time.

So he left and went back to the apartment and pretended not to know. Pretended he didn't watch her be friends with a villain when she got back, he just greeted her like he did everytime.

Hawks can't help but wonder why he hadn't told the HPSC, but Keigo knows why he didn't.

Because he fell for her....You know, like an idiot.

Hawks did the one thing he most likely shouldn't have. Keigo fell in love with someone he shouldn't have. The HPSC would have his head if they found out. He could have done what they taught him to do, he could have ratted her out.

Instead, everytime an agent from the Commission calls him, he'd say she's clean... like a liar.

The things you do for love, right?

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Three months later.

They had a fight. Not for the reason he had expected.

They fought.... because he was too careless in a battle with a nomu. It made sense, spring was coming, which means his seasonal rut was coming too. He was starting to feel the signs of it.

The battle ended with the duo winning and Hawks having a gash on his left side which Pidge had to tend.

Which leaves the two of them in a rented cabin (thanks to the nice granny) in the middle of a snowy mountain just a month and a half before spring. Their fight went from him being too careless to her being friends with a villain. She had the audacity to look offended when he spilled that he knew she was friends with Twice.

He sneered, saying "You don't get to call me careless when you're out there making friends with a villain, which could get your license revoked. So tell me, Pidge, who's really careless between the two of us?"

"At the very least, I'm not a puppet who's treated like garbage despite being a loyal soldier, Hawks."

Not going to lie, that hurt. But she wasn't wrong. Lately however, he hasn't been the HPSC's loyal little lapdog, he's been lying to them for a while now.

"Oh , I wouldn't say I'm loyal, considering I haven't told them of your little 'escapade'." He can't help but sass her.

She scoffed, despite the fact that she had an amused look on her lovely face. "Why not? Why haven't you told them? That's what they taught you to do right?"

He didn't even realized what he was saying before it was too late. "Because I love you, Pidge."

Her head snapped towards him with her eyes wide. His own eyes widen when he realized what he just said.

Oh kami, what the f**k have I done? Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, what do I do??? I can't take it back, f**k, I am the world's biggest fool, a damn idiot, fuuuuu–

"–why?"

What?

It was his turn to snap his towards her with an incredulous look on his face. She had the audacity to look flustered, "I mean, why would you disobey the Commission, the people who raised you, for someone who regularly calls you a prick and rascal?" Her eyes refused to make contact with his.

He took her fiddling hands in his much bigger and rougher hands, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. This made her finally look at him, to which he gave her a small but genuine smile.

"I don't think you understand, I have never, never felt so free until I met you, until I'm with you, Pidge." He chuckled, leaning towards her "You make me feel less like the child soldier the Commission raised me to be and more like a normal guy who is in love."

She looked even more flustered, "O-okay, but why do you love me? You're the number two pro-hero, you could have just about anyone, so why me?" Her tone said it all, she was unsure if he was being genuine with his confession.

"Yeah, I could but I won't. Why would I give my love and trust to someone who just see the mask and not to you; you who won't hesitate to call me out, and yet you treat me like you would anyone else? How can I not fall in in love with you, when you don't judge me whenever my 'perfect' mask slips? Whenever I'm pissed and tired, you'll ask me to talk about my day instead of telling me to just suck it up. You don't expect me to act perfect all the time, and I love you for it. You are evrything I've dreamed of and more."

It wasn't the man who the Commission raised was confessing, it was Keigo. Takami Keigo who never thought he'd fall in love but always longed it. Hawks who threw away his identity for the HPSC to become a pro hero like Endeavor, suddenly became Keigo again.

She giggled despite the fact that her lovely eyes were welled up with unshed tears, "How can't I be fond of you when you are such a silly bird? Whenever your hair was a mess, it made you seem more normal and not the fabricated image you show to the public. Honestly, you are so weird but I guess you're my weird bird, huh?"

"True, but you shouldn't go saying things like that, it's dangerous." He shook his head while fondly smiling at her.

She tilted her head, "Like what? Why?"

"Calling me your weird bird, it's dangerous because most raptors mate for life. Do you know what that means for me?"

"....ah."

"I'm more like a bird than the public would like to admit. " He shook his head just thinking about how the public always denied him being more bird-like.

"...I don't want to seem nosy, but does that mean you go through a rut?" She softly asked him.

His bushy eyebrows furrowed at how accurate she was. How–?

"How-what gave me away?"

"Well, you said it yourself, you are more bird-like than the public would like admit, honey." The nickname made him think of them in a domestic setting. He should probably focus at the topic at hand.

"Yeah, I go through a rut every spring for about two weeks."

"Well, it is pretty normal isn't it? Most people with quirk like yours have that effect on them, I'm not exempted from it either but it's milder for me." She nonchalantly explained. Of course, her quirk was a transformation type not a mutation, so the effect on her was different.

There she goes again, being attentive to him. How can he not fall for her?

"Yeah, the upcoming weeks leading up to my rut will be hell."

"I see, that makes sense. It's probably very difficult for you to do without a partner."

The two of them were quiet for a few minutes.

Ah, f**k it.

"Takami Keigo." He blurted out. She looked at him with confusion written all over her pretty face.

This was so awkward but very necessary if he wants the relationship to work out. (At least, that's what his handler said. Thankfully, his handler was secretly going against the HPSC, so he wasn't too worried.)

"It's my name, I-I just wanted you to know." No one, absolutely no one besides the commission knew his name. He was going against every single thing the HPSC taught him and yet he couldn't find it in himself to regret it.

She nodded and confessed her own name.

"Can I say your name? Just once, please?"

Well, what was he supposed to say? No? Of course not.

"Yeah sure, just don't say it out loud whenever we're in public or with people we can't trust, yeah?" He couldn't afford to endanger her more than she already was, so they'll have to pretend to be just friends whenever they're in public. A small price to pay if he was being honest.

"Keigo..." why did he like his name being said by her? Was this what they called being 'down bad'?

"Again..."

"Keigo."

"Again."

"Keigo."

Hawks–no, Keigo lifted his large and calloused hand to cup her warm cheek. "May I–?"

She smiled and nodded, "So chivalrous, of course you may."

He chuckled before he closed the distance between them.

Despite the fact that they were in a secluded cabin, sharing one futon while it was cold outside, nothing felt more perfect.

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I smiled nervous but excited sitting in the sofa in his very nice newly renovated house every so often sipping my glass of wine trying to not think about the tension in the room. We had been dating a good while now and due to work and such we hadn't really seen each other my h recently and one of those things when you can't see each other in a relationship is communication. He'd been working on some new things top secret so he couldn't tell me much but he'd been away alot and we'd been chatting mostly over whatsapp and phone calls. I had noticed our conversations some evening turn form our usual 'aww I miss you too', 'ill have to give you a huge hug when I get home' more to things like 'I wish you were here with me… if I had you here in this big bed maybe I wouldn't feel so lovely x', 'i miss you so badly, maybe when I get home you can stay over all weekend ;)' And so here I was with the intention to be staying l weekend, I had stayed the night before here and there not often as while it was getting revocated he was staying with his mum and sister so we didn't stay the night together too often. And more then anything the tension was there because as long as we've been dating, we hadn't had sex. We just hadn't yet been busy, and with all that was going on with work, and his house and the move it was all so busy and we just kinda never found the right time. It didn't bother me and honestly I don't think I bothered him that we didn't but I think we both need that this weekend it was probably gonna happen. And I was excited to say the least if a little worried. He wondered back from dropping something off in the kitchen and leant on the living room doorframe in his blue suit pants, light blue button down his hair fixed as usual even if I had been messing with it tonight, he smiled at me but with a little yawn I almost awwed it was kinda cute like a sleepy little puppy "Oohh sorry. Don't know what's up with me" he says "It's alright if your tired tommy you've had a long few days" "You wanna head to bed?" "Sure" I nodded I got up going to take my class but he stopped me "I'll deal with this and I'll lock up you go on up" he says kissing my cheek I smiled handing him the glass and heading up the stairs all the way to his bedroom I could tell he had cleaned it and made the bed with all fresh sheets before I got here I kicked my shoes off putting them close to my little suitcase with my stuff I tried getting at the zip to my dress but I was struggling damn stupid back zip "need some help?" He asks as he too arrived in the bedroom "Ohh uhh yes please" I blushed I heard him step over, I felt the heat of his breath on my neck his hands rested on my waist and slipped up to the back of my dress and the to of my zip he gently pulled the zip down making sure to be slow and tender he stopped about half way down my back just an inch or so below my bra clasps I felt him move closer and press a kiss to my shoulder "... We don't. Have to do anything you don't want to. You know that right?" He asks I blushed s little and turned to face him wrapping my arms gently around his neck to give him a cuddle "I want to. You've waited long enough" "It doesn't matter how long I've waited. If you don't want to we won't" he says giving my nose a kiss "okay kitten?" "I know but I want to" "Yeah? You… really want to?" "Very much. I've missed you" "Umm I've missed you too" he smirked almost moaning he was so excited pulling me as tight to him as possible kissing me rather hard I kissed back as fast as I could trying to keep at his speed his hands stroking the small of my back as we kissed he pulled back a moment getting some breath I smiled and took the opportunity to slip a hand down and begin undoing the buttons on his shirt he smirked looking down at my hand gently biting his lip he looks back up at me licking across his bottom lip before pulling the rest of the zip down "you uhh you look really nice tonight" he muttered almost like he'd forgotten about saying it "Thank you. You do too" I giggled "Can I?" He hinted tugging on my dress a little I nodded as I had now undone his shirt completely gently stroking on the smooth skin I had exposed. He pulled my dress off me gently making sure not to hurt me or damage my dress till it pooled at my ankles he looked me over "fuck." He gasped "you look amazing" he said almost unable to stop looking at me but within a second his hand moved to my neck and cheek "come here" he smirked pulling me close kissing my lips with so much passion and energy he pushed his shirt off throwing it to the floor with my dress and took both his hands away to work at his belt and pants our kisses quickly turned more passionate with tounge and heat in each kiss once he kicked his pants off his legs he held me close again I giggled a little pulling back and moving to kneel on the mattress maybe a millisecond after he joined me I sat up a little excited but nervous before I spoke "Did you need me to-" He interrupted before I even finished taking my hands in his intertwining our fingers "no thank you, I uhh I'm hard enough" he nods "Are you?" I giggled with a little bit of a smirk "Why don't you find out" he smirked pulling me gently back to a kiss I smirked into it moving a hand down to stroke across his boxers "fuck" he gasped as I stroked gently across his shaft thought the thin elastic fabric he didn't waste Time both hands slipping up to gently fondle my breasts "fuck you feel so good" he muttered between kisses before pulling back "you uhhh… I'll" he nodded I was a bit confused before he moved to his side of the bed going for his draw I then understood and gently kicked my panties off as he pushed his boxers off and got the condom sorted out "damn thing how is both ways wrong!" He complained "Theses only two options Thomas' "Yeah and apparently both are wrong" "Blowing on it helps" "Does it?... Ohh yeah a little bit I think it's that way." He muttered "ha! Got it how did you know something I didn't?" "How so?' "I imagine I've been putting on condoms a lot longer then you have?' "Ehh maybe, but teenage boys where always useless at it honestly I felt better doing it anyway atleast I knew it was right" "That's fair. I wonder if I was useless like that as a teenage boy?" "Maybe" 'i don't know. I don't think I was. Then again we used way more because my at that time girlfriend she had a thing with using the flavoured ones. Said she didn't like how my dick tasted" I giggled a little and gave his vock a gentle kiss "I think it's fine" I smiled "Umm well your welcome to give it a kiss anytime you want my little kitten" he cooed "Sorted?" "Yep. Sorted. So uhhh" he blushed a little "missionary? Cowgirl?... Doogy? It's up you kitten" "Missionary." I nodded "Umm okay." He smirked I laid down excitedly and he happily climbed ontop of me "you want me to stop, or slow or anything you just tell me okay?" "I will" "Promise?' 'I promise" "Okay" he smirked leaning down to kiss me I happily kissed him back gently opening my legs out he happily got snug between my legs wrapping them softly around his hips it seems odd to day but I barely felt him push inside he was so slow and gentle and the moment he got one little inch the rest just sort of slipped on in until he was hilt deep inside me, he waited a moment softly stroking my hips and stomach "fuck…. Uummmm kitty. Y/n christ you feel so fucking good" he moans pulling almost completely out and then diving hilt deep again I tightened my grip on him a little and he got faster barely stopping now between thrusts, I gently moaned everytime he pushed in as he seemed to rub so nicely on my inside every time so much I could feel his close it was making me his movements only winding me up more, his moans didn't stop either lost in his own little world. "Thomas…" "Yeah y/n?" "Faster" "Yeah? Faster? No problem kitten." He smirked getting much faster being a little mercilous on me kissing down my neck but I think part of what was to stop his moans I knew how close I was dancing at the edge of pleasure feeling it bubble every time he barely moved I tightened my legs around him often scratching his back a little between our kisses and moans I could hear his harsh breaths and the sound of the bed hitting the wall oven and over the slight squeak of bedsprings under us until I hit it grabbing him hard and trying not to scream but I'm not sure I did to well "Uuuuhhh! Uuhh ahhhhh!" I squealed feeling the waves of pleasure overwhelm me Only a few more and I felt him suddenly stop deep inside me "uughhh! Uuuuhhhhh!" He groaned rather loudly his eyes rolling back a moment before he pulled out and collapsed down next to me on the bed both of us getting our breath back after all that a little sweaty and overwhelmed "did I do okay?" "Spectacular" I giggled patting his stomach as my arm was all I was able to really move and it's the first place I reached on him "how did I do?" 'brilliantly y/n." He smiled holding my hand "ow. Oww. Ahh!" He complained "You okay?' "Yeah it was on a little tight that's all." He says tieing the condom up and throwing it in his bin "I am going for a ciggertte, you want anything?' "Could I have a glass of water?" "Of course. Back in a minute kitty' he smiled giving my lips a kiss before he climbed out of bed pulling his boxers back on and wiping his hair a little as he went off into the house I got up and slipped my bra off getting my panties back on and slipping on my cute little nightie before sitting back in bed, he returned handing me a glass of water "Thank you" I smiled taking it and having a little sip "Your welcome" he says before going to his window opening it and sitting on the windowsill rolling himself a ciggertte "Why don't you go out like normal?" I asked "Because I wanna be in here with you" he says "do you want me to go out with it?" "No it's okay" I smiled "You look cute in my bed" he says lighting his ciggertte up "I've been in your bed before?" "Yeah. Just… you look cute." "Perhaps it's a post orgasum glow" I giggled putting my water back "Might be" he chuckled "you did actually… right?" "Why?" He just shurgs "I like checking. Have a habit of… not always making girls cum' "We are complicated thing" "I know. This things a child's little four button wheel toy. That is a fucking enterprise control panel" he explained making me laugh "I like asking. I know I don't always do it and especially… the first time we ever, did it." "I did thomas. And I enjoyed it very much' I smiled blowing him a kiss he smiled and blew me s kiss too "... Sorry. Guess I kinda get a bit paranoid. My uhh my ex girlfriend used to fake it. When she wanted it to be over. Guess I kinda get a little worried" "Ohh I can't fake it I'm a terrible actress.' I laughed making him chuckle too "if I ever don't you shall be informed" "Okay. You do look amazing though" "Thank you I did my best" I giggled "it was a little hard with the bra there kinda bigger today then usual" "They look great" "Thank you Thomas. You look lovely too" I smiled as he finished his cigarette and came to bed "Thanks, I did my best tried to be colour coordinated had a fight with my hair to try and get it to do..m something that isn't this?" "Did you loose?" "I did loose" "Well" I smiled giving him a kiss "you fought bravely" "Your too sweet to me kitten" he cooed "you ready to get some sleep?' "Yeah, let's get some sleep" I smiled he turned the light off and we slowly got cosy "Goodnight y/n" "Goodnight Thomas" I smiled.

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alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody · 3 years

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Okay so what about david stating to gain alot of weight quickly and everyones kinda worried but he's actually just really happy and comfortable in his relationship + probably finding out hes kinda into it

(And maybe even patrick not knowing so he gets a bit worried too)

Oh I love this!! (As you may know from following me) wg as a sign of recovery/happiness/comfort is one of my favorite tropes of all time so I would love to see this for David!! either gaining weight when he starts getting comfortable with Patrick once they’ve settled the whole barbecue/olive branch debacle, or I could also see like, David waiting until after the wedding bc he has Very Specific Visions of how things should look and also probably has had pieces of that outfit picked out since his old life and where is he going to find a tailor here he can trust to let out the seams without causing irreparable damage? waiting after the wedding and then deciding that he’s not dieting anymore. after the wedding, he can eat whatever he wants, no matter what it is, no matter how much, no matter how often. he gets to eat specifically because he wants to, no more restricting or holding himself back or switching out to a healthier option. and his metabolism is slowing down, his body is settling a little more as he settles down, and so he does gain a lot of weight quickly but he also isn’t worrying about it the way he used to because he feels secure enough to let his body change without fear that his partner is going to reject him for it.

but of course David has a history of worrying about these things and handling them Uh Pretty Badly, so when he starts plumping up, everyone starts swooping in to check on him. Johnny and Moira trying to ask after his mental health in their own awkward, less-than-helpful ways (”so, son ... you know, sometimes ... when someone isn’t talking about something that’s bothering them ... it comes out in, ah, you know ... other ways, like maybe, ah, a lot of cheeseburgers at the cafe -- I mean, at a cafe -- and, you know, it might help that person to, ah, talk about it!” / “DaViD, I do hope your emotional entanglements are not imposing a hamper on your wellBeInG, lest we reprise your cognitive doldrums of two! thousand! and! fiiiive!”), Alexis fussing over him and offering him a little bit of the high-end moisturizer she treats herself to because it’s infused with sweet orange oil and it’s, like, so good at lifting your spirits, David, like, you will feel like a whole new person with just, like, the teeniest smidge, and suggesting little trips and excursions because she thinks something is wrong and wants to perk him up, despite David not actually ... seeming down. but in the past his weight gains have always been accompanied by a lot of shame and guilt and heartbreak and he guesses he sort of quietly did all the unlearning about that and it didn’t occur to anyone else to do so, because they’re all hovering over him and making kind little offers and trying to help him when he does not need it, thank you very much!!

(cue Stevie in the background having a pleasant but more-than-vaguely threatening conversation with Patrick because if she finds out that, say, he hid something else from David, or he’s upsetting David in some way, well, is Patrick aware that there are bodies buried on the motel grounds that no one has ever found? no? interesting ... ! but Patrick’s a little worried too, because he’s heard David talk about his body in the past and his language isn’t always ... the kindest? so he’s sort of treating David with kid gloves, trying not to patronize him but also not to cause some kind of body-image meltdown. he very carefully doesn’t say anything about food or David’s steadily climbing weight or his snug clothes, but he tries to go heavy on the casual touches and affection so David can at least be secure that Patrick is here for him for whatever’s going on.)

finally Alexis says something while she and David are out browsing at some very sad little indie mall, like, seventeen towns over and the way she says it, it could be about his perceived mental anguish or his weight, and he kind of snaps back at her and tells her he’s very happy with his body, and he’s very happy period, thanks so much, squinty unamused smile, and she just looks him up and down and goes, “well, duh, David, it’s not like getting fat is a bad thing, it’s just historically been a bad thing for you,” and tosses her hair and pushes a sweater into his hands before flouncing away like this is fully how she intended this conversation to go. the sweater is a 3x and not completely awful and David doesn’t even own anything in a 3x yet but somehow she intuited that it would fit perfectly? (in the car on the way home he has Sarah McLachlan on and Alexis hasn’t said a word to complain about it yet, which means something is up, and finally she runs her fingers through the ends of her hair and goes, like there was no break in their conversation at all, “okay but like, I think we all just thought it was, like, the birthday clown thing all over again, and you were just going to go radio silent for like six months and we would all be, like, highkey worried about you even if we only seemed lowkey worried about you or, like, not worried about you at all, and then you’d come out, like, four sizes bigger and be super mean to yourself for like another six months before you lost it all, and, like, none of us want to see that happen again, David. not because of the weight. because we care about you and we don’t want you to go through that again.” she sits back hard in her seat and punches the stereo dial. “also because you’re listening to Sarah what’s-her-name with all those sad puppy commercials and, like, that does not suggest a healthy mental state, David, ugh.” David lets that sink in for a few minutes. He smiles to himself. He lets Alexis change the music.

and when he and Patrick finally talk about it, David tells him that he really doesn’t need to worry, maybe gives him the rundown on the behaviors he actually SHOULD worry about if David ever starts exhibiting (which he can fact-check with Alexis, who’s apparently been keeping the score way more than David has given her credit for). he tells Patrick that it actually feels very freeing, letting himself get bigger and not policing what he eats anymore, and he’s never really been in a situation before where he felt secure and safe enough to be comfortable exploring that, and obviously he would love if Patrick wanted to sort of ... get involved, so to speak?? and even if it isn’t Patrick’s kink the way it’s David’s, Patrick is VERY down to love on David’s body and learn to appreciate it in the Extremely Specific ways David wants it appreciated. he can’t imagine a situation where more David would ever be a bad thing, so it’s super, super exciting to learn that not only does David agree, but plans to make sure that there’s going to be a lot more of him going forward now that they’re both on the same page.

(ALSO i’m really into the idea of David having been heavy before, but by circumstance rather than decision, and now taking this opportunity to explore being fat deliberately instead!! I threw some words together about it a while back and I’m gonna put them under a cut bc it does mention unwanted wg from meds and I’m not sure if that’s a trigger for anyone!)

Trim is relative, of course. He’s gained a whopping thirty-eight pounds since moving here a few years ago, and — it’s fine, he’s made his peace with it, he just likes things to be intentional, his body included. He’d mind those thirty-eight pounds much less if he had gained them by indulging himself, by enjoying treats he had chosen specifically for pleasure, rather than by stress-eating in his motel room.

He’s been heavy before — in his early twenties, he’d tried an antidepressant that hollowed out his appetite and added sixty pounds to his frame. He hadn’t stayed on it long, because it made him sick when he drank and he wasn’t in a place to give up drinking then, or even to cut back, but the weight had lingered for a good six months before he'd managed to shave it off with party drugs and an absolutely punishing workout regimen. It’s intentional, he told people when they asked about the weight, because they did ask and it always disarmed them. And although it wasn’t true, he’d let himself think sometimes about the possibility. He kind of liked being heavy. He kind of liked taking up space. He kind of liked jiggling. It made him feel like some sort of prince, indulgent and luxurious, the picture of wealth, and he thought that maybe he could have more-than-liked it, if it had just been something he’d chosen.

#posting this at 2am .... intensely chaotic #stay tuned for more Content later today 👀#david rose #chubby david #schitt's creek #david x patrick

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Paradoxical - Chapter 9

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“We need a gameplan,” Toast says, addressing the two sat in front of them.

After the other two showered, he called them both into the living room for a meeting. Toast looks stressed, but he’s doing his best to stay calm.

“Can’t we just kill them?” Spooker asks.

“Spooker, you saw better than I did how many are out there. Do you honestly think we can take them all?” Toast asks, looking at him.

“No,” Spooker admits, looking down.

Toast sighs, looking at Colon, “Any ideas?”

“Nope,” Colon shakes his head.

“Great,” Toast mumbles. If Ghost were here, this wouldn’t even be an issue. He would’ve come up with some outlandish idea that probably would’ve gotten them killed but would’ve solved the problem. Yet here they are, the sun beginning to set, and they’re still stuck. Toast is trying his best to be hopeful but it’s hard to. They’re stuck.

Toast jumps when he hears a quiet knock at the back door. He grabs his trusty shotgun, motioning for Colon and Spooker to stay put. He heads for the back door, shotgun ready.

He takes a breath before opening the door a tiny bit.

Outside, he sees a figure. Shorter than him, pale complexion. They turn towards Toast, and Toast almost believes for a moment it’s Ghost.

And then he sees the dark hair, and he curses, going to close the door quickly.

“Wait-!” Jimmy hisses, shoving his hand between the door and the doorframe, almost like he’s asking to have his hand broken. “Wait- I’m not here to hurt you!”

“That’s a lie,” Toast says, pressing the door into Jimmy’s hand.

“No, please, I’m here to help!! I have information!!” Jimmy pleads.

“Why should I trust you?” Toast says, pushing the door more.

“OW- Okayokayokay please- They’re really mean to me!!! I wanna help you!!!” Jimmy frowns.

That catches Toast off guard. Jimmy never frowns, and he looks so much like Ghost when he does…

“Fine,” Toast huffs, opening the door. Jimmy smiles.

That’s when Toast lifts the shotgun, hitting Jimmy over the head with it.

“Colon, go grab rope!” Toast calls, setting his shotgun to the side as he drags Jimmy’s body into the house. It’s not hard to do, Jimmy is very light.

When Jimmy suggested this plan to Gavin and Maxwell, he didn’t expect it to work.

He didn’t expect to get knocked out and tied up either, but he’ll take what he can get.

When he wakes up, he’s in a dark room. It’s pretty small. He’s tied to a chair, like how Ghost was not too long ago. Only difference is, Jimmy can’t timeline hop.

“Heeellooooo?” he calls out. Doesn’t like being locked up alone. Reminds him too much of Before. He misses Gavin- Why’d he have to leave? This was a stupid idea. Why did Gavin let him do this. Stupid Gavin.

The door opens, and Jimmy hisses at the light, closing his eyes and turning away. So bright-

“So, Jimmy,” a certain brit says, turning the lights on before closing the door. “You said you have info?”

“Those are bright lights!” Jimmy says, squinting at him.

“Jimmy-” Toast sighs.

“What? That’s information!!” Jimmy smiles, his eyes adjusting a bit.

“I meant about the people who did… whatever’s outside,” Toast says.

“The zombies?” Jimmy asks, like there’s anything else outside.

“Yes, Jimmy. The zombies,” Toast says tersely, trying to keep his patience from leaving him.

“Oh, that was Gavin!” Jimmy says simply, smiling. “He’s so cool!!!”

Toast stares. “Gavin? As in, my brother, Gavin?”

“Noooo, Gavin from the gas station- Yes your brother!!!” Jimmy laughs.

Toast blinks. I mean, he knew Gavin had powers but… Toast didn’t know he was this powerful. How is he this powerful? It doesn’t even make sense. He turns away, opening the door again.

“Hey!! Turn the lights off at least!!” Jimmy calls to him, but to no avail. Toast just leaves.

Colon looks up at Toast when he walks into the room. Colon’s sitting on the couch alone, Spooker off in the other room seemingly on the phone.

“So? Is he useful?” Colon asks.

“Somewhat,” Toast sighs. “He’s… Incredibly stupid, apparently, but he did reveal to me who did that.” He motions vaguely outside.

“Oh? Who?” Colon asks, sitting up more.

“My brother,” Toast says. His eyes look far away.

Colon is about to ask something, but then Spooker comes back in.

“Toast, I got help!” He smiles, holding his phone away from his ear.

“Really?” Toast perks up. Spooker’s actually done something useful?

Spooker nods, putting his phone on speaker.

“Alright, lithen up, nerdth,” a familiar voice crackles over the phone speakers. “I don’t have the motht time in the world here.”

“Spencer!” Toast says, sounding pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah? Who elth? Thtupid… Anyway, I hear you guyth have a problem with undead?” Spencer says, sounding very focused on something else other than the conversation.

“Yes, they are… quite literally surrounding us, and there are… alot,” Toast says.

“I would athk if Ghoth ith there but I know he’th not, so Toath you need to lithen up,” Spencer says, not pausing again for input. “Hopefully you know by now that you can’t take all the undead on your own. If not, newth flath! You can’t. Tho, what now? Well, you have a few optionth; Wait for Ghoth, could take a few dayth, try to thin the herd, could be dangerouth, or try to take out the main man himthelf. Hopefully I don’t have to tell you thith but I’m thaying it anyway jutht in cathe, when dealing with powerful necromantherth, it’th better to take out the necromanther than to try and take out all the undead. Take out the creator, the creationth go with him.”

“Yes, Spencer, I know that,” Toast says, “But- What did you mean when you said we could wait-?”

“I don’t have time for thith!!” Spencer groans, “I helped you, I no longer owe Fred a favour, I’m going back to my gameth! Don’t bother me again, you abtholute nerdth!!”

Spencer hangs up. Toast sighs.

“That… Didn’t tell us anything new,” Toast says, turning away to think. “We can’t get out there… How are we supposed to take him out? We don’t even know where he is!!”

“Well, we have Jimmy?” Colon says. “Maybe we can use him to bait your brother out?”

“Wait, brother?” Spooker looks between them. “What? Are you guys keeping things from me???”

“No- I just found out,” Toast sighs, looking at him. “From Jimmy, actually.”

“What’s his name? Is he older than you? What’s he look like?? What’s he-” Spooker starts asking questions, and Toast holds a hand up to stop him.

“Okay, no more. His name is Gavin, and he’s my twin brother,” Toast says simply.

Spooker and Colon look at eachother, wide eyed. Spooker looks back at Toast.

“You have a twin brother?!?!?” Spooker cries out.

Toast sighs, rubbing his temples, “I’m going back to Jimmy. I have more questions. Don’t burn the house down.” He turns away, walking back to the room.

Toast opens the door slowly, making sure Jimmy’s still tied up. Upon seeing he is, he opens the door more, stepping in.

“I have more questions, Jimmy,” Toast says, leaning against the door behind him.

“I have answers!!” Jimmy says, smiling up at Toast. His dark shaggy hair hangs into his eyes.

Toast is still unnerved by how much he looks like Ghost. He supposes it makes sense, he did come from Ghost’s mind, but that doesn’t mean it looks normal.

“Alright,” Toast sighs, “Where is he? Gavin.”

Jimmy seems to study him for a second, which unnerves Toast further. It’s like a predator observing his prey, determining the best time to strike.

“Oh, y'know… There! Yknow, we had Ghost there for a bit. He’s gone now,” Jimmy smiles wider, the corners of his mouth twitching, pulling back further than they should be able to. It makes Toast feel nauseous.

“What? What do you mean? Gone?” Toast asks. Ghost can’t be gone. It’s just- It’s not possible.

“His blood was so red… I’d seen it before, but… It was so much better from a third person point of view! Red, red blood…” Jimmy mumbles, his smile never faltering.

Toast stares at him, the words forcing their way out of his mouth before he’s sure he wants the answer to them. “What did you do to him?”

“He’s gone, Toast,” Jimmy giggles.

“No- No, he isn’t,” Toast says firmly. Yet, he can’t shake the feeling that Jimmy is telling the truth. Ghost is no longer in this world. The thought settles on him like a thick blanket of snow, freezing him to the bone, smothering any other thought that dare try to cross it.

“You know he is,” Jimmy says in a low voice, sounding so much like Ghost that Toast can feel his heart twist.

“Shut up,” Toast says.

Jimmy begins to cackle, twisting Ghost’s face into horrific, inhuman shapes.

“Stop it!!” Toast yells, feeling his body begin to shake. He finds himself closer to Jimmy. He doesn’t remember moving. Jimmy continues to cackle.

Toast can feel someone shove past him, and sees the back of a blue beanie. He doesn’t hear what’s said, but he’s somewhat snapped back into reality when he sees Colon’s fist collide with Gh- Jimmy’s face. Jimmy’s head snaps back to an unnatural angle.

Toast can hear yelling. It takes him a second to realize it’s his own voice. He’s fighting against Colon, his eyes on the limp form of Jimmy in the chair. Colon’s dragging him out of the room.

The door closes, cutting off the body from Toast’s vision. The sound brings him back to his senses.

He can feel something wet on his face, his breathing coming way faster than it should. He feels hands on his arms, and then he registers the face in front of him.

Colon.

Colon just killed Jimmy. Toast saw his head snap back. Jimmy looks so much like Ghost.

Ghost.

He can’t be gone. Toast has known that man for 24 of his 32 years on this planet.

Ghost has always been there for him.

Always willing to talk him through scary situations. Always talking. Toast remembers his voice clearly.

Someone’s shaking him.

Ghost can’t be gone. It’s not possible.

He’s being led somewhere. He can’t focus. Ghost can’t be dead. It’s not possible. It’s not right.

Toast never got to tell him how much he cared.

It’s not fair.

He can’t be dead.

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I'm not sorry for any emotional damage caused during this chapter.

#cw cursing #tw swearing #hahahahhahahaha #HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH #ok thats enough being evil #paradoxical story

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CW: guns in image, mention of transphobic violence and the T-slur.

PSA: Dear cis friends, never out your trans friends without their explicit permission to do so. Also, ask their approval as to who you’re telling and how you’re telling them.

That’s the tl;dr, below is a bigger, more extensive explanation of what I mean and what brought on this rant.

So, the other day, a friend of mine told her boyfriend that I’m trans, despite me directly stating in the past that I am very uncomfortable with him knowing. He’s conservative, even by Russian standards, and he has something of a temper. This friend and I were very close, so I trusted that she wouldn’t do the thing she did. That said, I understand what led her to do so, though it by no means excuses her actions.

She had been hiding my existence from him, because we are best friends and she tells me literally everything, and if he found out that she had a friend like that who (in his view) is male, he would likely cause a huge fight and maybe do something rash. So yeah, the pressures of cishet jealousy led my friend to out me as trans against my will.

When she voice messaged me about this yesterday, she seemed very happy. She had solved a problem that was stressing her out, she wouldn’t have to hide her best friend from her boyfriend anymore. She seemed very surprised when in my voice messages in response, I was crying and cursing, clearly in the middle of a full-on breakdown. She genuinely didn’t realize it was this big of a deal.

So, cis friends and allies who are wondering why outing someone is a big deal, here’s a quick list:

1) Safety. The first and foremost reason closeted queer people stay in the closet is a feeling of being in danger when you are percieved as queer in public. Depending on the country you live in and the person you’re telling, you could be putting your trans friends in real danger by outing them. Russia, Ukraine, Poland, and other countries with a widespread culture of queerphobia have a great deal of literal lynchings of queer people that the police and public do not care to do anything about. Furthermore, even if someone does not face physical violence as a result of their being outed, they could be ostracized from their communities and sources of economic support. In my specific case, I feel that as long as this couple is together, I’m fine on this front, because he will not want to hurt someone she cares about. If something changed, if he had a reason to want to hurt the people around her, he could very easily doxx me and out me to my family, at which point I expect I would be kicked out or put in conversion therapy. He knows both my deadname and my preferred name, and he’s seen my profile on facebook and VK, and he knows the mutual acquaintances that I share with my friend. So to reiterate, when outing a queer person, you are giving someone the power to ruin that queer person’s life. You may trust this person immensely and think they would never do that, but that’s not for you to decide.

2) Comfort. Even if it turns out that outing someone didn’t cause them direct harm, it will still definitely be a big source of anxiety. Where I live, the vast majority of people think that trans people are degenerate, mentally ill, disgusting perverts. I imagine this is unfortunately the case for most places on earth right now. This means that I do a great deal of testing someone’s opinions on queer issues before I come out to them, because if I don’t, I will just have one more person out there who thinks of me as subhuman. “But why should you care what other people think? Just relax.” Right. Yeah. Anyone who says this doesn’t know how exhausting and grating it is to know that there are people out there who think of you in this way. Furthermore, when those are people who constantly talk to the ones you love, it’s a massive source of paranoia. Is the transphobe influencing my loved ones? Are my loved ones misgendering me and awkwardly nodding along when I’m brought up by/around that person? I can’t know. I’d like to say I know my friends are above that, but I can’t assume that anymore, because apparently things that are obvious to me can’t be obvious to my cis friends and have to be spelled out.

3) Freedom, Boundaries and Trust. When you out someone without their consent, they are going to feel betrayed. That is inevitable. Outing someone in that way is a statement. It states that you did not respect their autonomy on this issue. It states that you were willing to make this major decision for them. Whether you did it because you think you knew best, or because you didn’t think it’s a big deal, or because you were prioritizing the ways in which it would benefit you, it does not matter. Outing someone means not recognizing their autonomy and experiences. Outing someone means taking control of their life in a way that betrays and abuses the trust they placed in you. If you value someone’s trust, don’t out them without their permission. Respect their decisions. The person who did this to me matters to me alot and I love them, she was one of my two dearest friends, but I really cannot decide now whether I am comfortable staying friends with her or not. I’ll have to see what I settle on after my emotions die down, but even if we stay friends, I doubt we will be the same.

Now, all of that said, I’m not saying that if you’ve outed someone, you’re malicious and meant to hurt them. Mistakes happen. That said, it is now on you to do what you can to fix the issue. You’ve dug this hole, now lie in it.

“What do I do if I already fucked up?”

1) Apologize. Tell your friend what happened. Tell them you understand that you messed up. Tell them you understand if they want distance from you right now, whether that is temporary or permanent. Don’t make it about yourself. Don’t make excuses. Give your reasoning if they ask for it, but know that it doesn’t excuse you unless the person you hurt tells you it does.

2) Damage control. You can’t expect your trans friend to do the work of fixing the situation. Do whatever you can to prevent negative consequences for the person you hurt, and make sure that throughout the entire time you’re doing this, the person who you outed is aware of your ideas and approves of them. The things you should do depend heavily on your specific situation and on what your friend is comfortable with.

2.1)Can you pull over the person you’ve outed them to, and make that person start subscribing to progressive gender theory? DO that. Research arguments for trans and nonbinary validity, run them by your friend. Some queer people will want to help you make arguments or even have the conversation themselves, others will want to have nothing to do with this and you’ll be on your own. Either way, if you’re trying to change someone’s mind, run your arguments by as many queer people as you can reach to ensure that your arguments are effective and non-harmful. Ideally, get your arguments from queer sources in the first place.

2.2) If changing their mind is out of the question, at least make your stance known to the person you’ve outed your friend to. You are most likely not putting yourself in danger when you say you respect queer identity and will not tolerate queerphobia, but this goes a long way towards making your queer friends feel safe and comfortable around you again. If the person in question cannot bring up the queer people in your life outside of a queerphobic context, tell them to not talk about those people at all. Be stern, be clear. Don’t be wishy-washy or try to make both sides happy with you, because at best, that means awkwardly saying “ahahaha that’s funny but maybe you shouldnt say that” when people call me a ‘gross tr*nny’ in your presence.

2.3) If your actions have caused genuine danger for the person you outed, provide material support. Make sure they can find a place to stay where they feel safe and assist them in any way you can. Get them out of danger and into a situation where they can survive on their own. They may want your help, or they may reject it. If they reject it, trust their judgement, but make it clear that you will help should an emergency come up.

That’s it for that, sorry about the long and dark post y’all. Just had to get this off my chest. If you’re queer, please show this post or explain this concept to your cishet friends, it’s not as obvious to them as you might think it is. If you’re cishet but understand and respect this idea already, please don’t take this post personally or feel called out. There are genuinely good cishet allies who make our lives easier, and I appreciate those people alot. Thank you, love you all, the happier memes will resume shortly <3 </p>

#trans #PSA #queer #allies #outing #long post cw #negative cw

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minniemixe · 4 years

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Beauty And The Beast

Gangster AU

Stray Kids Fanfic

Chan x Reader

Other Appearances: GOT7 BTS

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of stabbing, Mention of kinks, making out

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Chapter 4

“Where are you taking me?” Moon asked again, trying to get out of his grip.

“The infirmary?” he answered letting go of her wrist

“Why”

“You are going to fix my wound”

“Did you forget that I failed my medic training with Liv”

“No I have not, but you said you wanted to be out on the field, so you have to learn”

“It’s not like I’ll be alone?”

“You never know, what if it isn’t just you, what if someone else is injured and it’s just you two. Would you let them die? You need to know the basics, so you can at least keep them alive until help arrives” Chan explained

“Oh”

“The faster you learn, the closer you are to the field.” Chan smiled at her

“Thanks I guess” she looked at him questioningly

“What?” he raised a brow

“I don’t know. I mean you’re a gang leader but you don’t seem like one”

“Elaborate please” he asked confused

“Like you’re not all cold and stone hearted, killing anything that disobeys you. Back there, there is no way I could’ve won, you purposely went easy on me. Sure I want to be on the field, but who am I, you could easily refuse. Trusting me to treat your wound when I almost killed one of your members during training over a small injury and here you have a huge gash across your front. And it’s not just me you’re like this with, I’ve seen you with the other members. Honestly sometimes I forget I am in a gang, that is why a few days ago I told you I’m more peaceful here” Moon explained as they entered the infirmary.

“Everyone has a story” he smirked, repeating her sentence from earlier

“What’s yours?” she smiled knowingly

“You’ll know when the time comes. Right now you have a wound to patch” he spoke taking his shirt off. Moon blushed heavily looking at his bare back. His shoulders were broad, his pale back, littered with light freckles looking like small stars, she couldn’t help but think how smooth his skin would feel if she ran her hand on his back. Grazing it with her nails, leaving scratch marks, she shook her head snapping out of the dirty cycle of thoughts. However the moment he turned around she wished she wasn’t in the room. She internally cursed herself as all the nasty and sadistic thoughts came back to her, the thoughts she had spent years on suppressing. He was completely ripped, practically making her drool over his well built form. Shamelessly checking him out, for once she let her thoughts run wild. He had an awfully large cut with blood dripping from it but why did she find it attractive. She wanted to collect that blood on her hands and smear it over themselves as he’d take her right there on the infirmary wall. His valcular hands, she wanted nothing more than him choking her with those very hands until her vision blurred. Those lips she could kiss until they were bleeding. His large biceps she’d squeeze and claw at as he’d mercilessly pound into her. Hi- “Like what you see” he smirked

“No, I mean, Yes, I mean, Sorry. Do I really have to do this, I could just watch someone else do it and maybe next time I’ll try it. I don’t want to cause anymore damage.” she sighed

“You won’t, I’ll guide you through it” he smiled at her encouragingly

“Alright sit down” after much consideration Moon decided to go along with it.

Chan sat on the edge of the bed while Moon dragged a chair in front of him. “What’s first?” she asked, “First, you have to clean the wound, then disinfect, you might have to stitch it up as well but we’ll get to that later. Right now, get that little tub and fill it with water, there are clean towels in that drawer take one out. And get that first aid kit over there.” Chan said pointing towards the things. Doing as told, Moon grabbed everything and came and sat in front of him. She wet the towel and started working on his wound trying her best to not stare. Chan leaned back putting his weight on his arms giving her easier access. The lower she got, she couldn't help but notice the deep v line that disappeared under his black shorts. Moon swallowed thickly shaking her head snapping out of her dirty thoughts.

"Do you think this will need stitches?" She asked putting the dirty towel away.

Chan got up and went to the mirror located at the corner to examine his wound "No, it's not that deep, a simple bandage will do" he spoke rummaging through different cupboards to collect cotton and gauzes. Once he found them he walked back to his place sitting down as he handed the materials to her.

"Do I have to wrap you with this like a mummy?" She joked

"No. You have to use this and that medical tape to cover the wound" he answered

"Okay so first I have to put the cotton on" she said picking up the said material.

"Woah woah woah, you have to disinfect the wound first" he said grabbing her hands

"Oh. How do I do that"

"God, you're hopeless" he shook his head.

"That's why I said you should get someone else to do this" she whined

"No, this is how you'll learn" he simply shrugged

"Fine, tell me what I have to do" she sighed

"This is the disinfectant, use a cotton ball to rub it on my wound" he told, handing her the bottle. With Chan's guidance Moon was able to bandage up his wound without much problem.

"Alright all done, you can put on your shirt now" she spoke standing up and putting everything back in its place

"I thought you liked it like this" he smirked making her blush

"Oookay, I'm just gonna go" Moon said running out the infirmary.

Closing the door to her room she leaned against it breathing heavily. As she looked down at her hands that were covered in blood all the memories came back rushing. Shaking her head she made her way to the toilet to wash her hands. Looking at her reflection, she couldn't believe how red her face was. Never in her life had she been in a situation like this. She couldn't help but think back to Chan's chiseled upper half. Having enough of her thoughts lingering in that brain of hers she opted to take a cold shower. Stripping out of her clothes she turned on the shower and stepped under the cold water.

As soon as the water made contact with her body she let out a scream, "Fuck cold shower, my body isn't made for this" she mumbled to herself before turning on the hot water.

As she was lathering her body with soap the shower curtains opened. Letting out a scream she scrambled to cover herself

"Even a kindergartner knows the difference between a nose and lips" Bree spoke

Moon released a breath of relief and went back to washing herself. This wasn't the first time Bree had done something like this, so Moon was quite used to it, however she'd always get caught by surprise whenever it happened.

"What?" Moon asked confused

"During training, I told you that if you find yourself in such a position, you bite the nose. Not kiss the lips"

"I did hit the nose, it didn't really have an effect, he has high pain tolerance. Besides it's not like I could bite the whole nose off" Moon explained

"Smart. Analysing your opponent before attacking. I've taught you well. Well, a little advice, don't try this move on Woo, El will chew you alive" Bree laughed

"Ha ha very funny. I won't because for one, I don't want to become predictable and second it was a momentary kind of decision, just wanted to catch him off guard" Moon answered, stepping out of the shower.

"I wonder how many people you've caught off guard with that move" Bree wiggled her eyebrows. The gesture warmed Moon's heart. Letting out a humorous laugh she replied "That was my first kiss"

"Shit!! Girl you can't be serious" Bree followed Moon out into the room

"Apparently I am. The guy I used to like was 7 years older than me, so I didn't stand a chance and he always called me his little sister so yeah, don't really have that kind of experience"

"Oh Lord! Where did you even find this guy? Was he your professor in highschool?"

"What no. He's my dad's best friends son" Moon laughed

"Oh makes sense. But still 7 years, did you not meet any other guys or were they all the same age?" Bree questioned

"I wasn't much social in highschool, had two close friends, both girls. Well Mark had friends, a few younger than him but they were my seniors. I hung out with them alot but I was closest to -oh wow I was closer to the older ones"

"You are an interesting person." Bree said, patting her head. As she was about to leave Moon called after her.

"Yeah" she asked

"What's your tattoo?" Moon asked pointing to the snake skin on Bree's neck

"You wanna see?"

Moon nodded her head curious to see the whole thing. Bree took off her shirt and turned around revealing the entire tattoo. It was a snake, the end wrapped around her torso in three coils,the tail disappearing under the waistband of her shorts, the rest going up her back, over her shoulders from around the neck to her front. The head on her right breast, with its mouth open showing its sharp fangs and tongue sticking out. Moon reached forward and ran her fingers over it. Quickly realizing she was touching her breasts she pulled her hand back

"Sorry" Moon mumbled

"It's all good" Bree shrugged putting her shirt back on

"This is really cool, did you design it yourself?" Moon asked

"Yeah, Ch-SpearB and I designed matching tattoos and drew them on each other."

"Oh yeah, I remember a similar one on his arm from training"

"It's not similar, it's the same, except his is wrapped on his bicep with the head in the mid of his neck, and mine, well you've just seen it" Bree said

"Can you draw one on me as well? Like not a snake but something else" Moon asked

"Right now?"

"Yeah, I mean if you're not busy. I haven't got anything to do so why not"

"Sure. What do you want me to draw?"

“I’m not sure, uuhh, do you have any suggestions” Moon questioned

“Where do you want it? Big or small?” Bree asked

“Leg, and a big one, like on the whole leg” Moon answered

“You sure, it’s gonna be painful”

“Ha pain. We’ve been best buddies since forever” Moon laughed

“Change into shorts and come with me. You’re talking, what the hell is supposed to mean” Bree said. Doing as told Moon changed and followed Bree out of her room

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“Do you have something specific in mind?” Bree asked, taking out her sketch pad.

“Something unique and sexy, I guess it doesn’t necessarily have to be big. Maybe on the thigh” Moon answered

“I have something you might like. Here, check this out” Bree skipped through pages on her sketch pad and showed her the drawing. It was a mix of roses and a crescent moon. The moon was facing upwards, it wasn’t fully drawn, the roses were a part of it, it was one whole piece of a drawing. One large rose surrounded by leaves and few other small roses, two corners of the moon emerged from within the rose, with twinkling stars drawn between the moon giving it a complete look.

“Wow it’s so beautiful, I love it.” Moon said running her fingers over the drawing.

"So this one?"

"Yep"

"Where do you want it, left thigh or the right one?" Bree asked

"Uumm I think this one would suit on the shoulder better. What do you think?" Moon asked

"You're not wrong, I did design this one for the shoulder. But it could be drawn on the side of the thigh as well. The choice is yours" Bree explained

"I think shoulder would be good, I'll think about something else for the legs" Moon decided

"Alright then, take off your shirt and turn around " Bree told

"I'm going to draw on the left shoulder, it'll look better there" Bree told Moon who was now sitting with her back facing towards Bree

"Okay. Do you want me to remove the bra strap?"

"You might have to take off the bra, sliding the strap on the shoulder will still get in the way"

"Oh no, not like that, the strap is detachable. I can take it off"

"Yeah okay, detach the strap"

Getting started on the tattoo the booth filles with a comfortable silence.

"You know, that was very brave of you" Bree broke the silence

"What was?" Moon questioned

"Taking your father's place" She answered

There was an awkward pause before Moon spoke

"It wasn't brave, I'd say it was more out of cowardice and selfishness. A part of me hoped I'd get killed when I walked in. But when you all started questioning me I knew I wasn't going to die and I was afraid Chris would let us both go. So when I was given the opportunity to stay, I took it"

"Did you not have a good relationship with him?" Bree asked

"I don't even know how I'd put it."

"What do you mean? If it was that complicated to begin with, why did you look for him"

"I didn't want to, honestly I thought he had run away. But my mom wanted me to look"

"Aright girly, you're going to have to explain everything, you're just confusing me. One wants to look for him, the other doesn't" Bree chuckled

"Haha yeah I figured." Moon laughed

"Tell me everything. It's not like we have anything else to do" Bree said

"Well, I guess for as long as I can remember I've been abused, physically, emotionally and mentally. When I was young I remember how he'd hit me on every little thing, maybe at that time I thought that I was in the wrong and that I deserved it. When my mom tried to defend me he'd always tell her he'd kill me if she didn't back off. I really wished he did kill me. Until I turned 17 the abuse went on. I'd go to bed covered in bruises, at first it was hard, but then I got used to it. I don't think there was anything that he left to hit me with, he'd even use hot kitchen utensils. I wanted to run away but I always stayed, for the sake of my mom. My younger sister, she too was so fed up with it, she went away the first chance she got. I wanted to get away but I stayed with my mom. After 17, physical abuse got less and less, but the mental abuse got too much. He'd constantly tell me I was a burden. I was too into computers and gaming, and he didn't like that, he'd tell me I was wasting my time and that no one would want me. Every time I'd tell him I wasn't wasting time he'd dismiss me and say the same old shit. Mom however was more supportive. Obviously she didn't know I was earning by illegal means. She only found out about hacking when I hacked into my dad's phone when I thought he was cheating on mom. I guess I was so desperate to make mom hate him I was willing to do anything. I guess the worst part for me was that my parents' relation was perfect. When I was younger I used to think that maybe he was abusive to her as well, but he wasn't. For some reason he was like that to us sisters. Mom often tried to protect us but it never really worked out. For my sister it was easy I guess, she rebelled and got out. Applied for college away from home, started a little business, and now she's earning millions. She visits from time to time but yeah. As for me I stayed, for my mom. I started by freelancing, showing my parents that I'm not completely useless. Well that's how it went. Cut to chase, dad disappeared, mom didn't want to go to the police because she knew something was up. I guess for me it was a golden opportunity, I could've easily convinced her that he ran away. I knew I was capable. But the heartbroken expression on her face every time she asked me where he was, was too much for me. So I looked for him and well you know the rest" Moon told her story

"You've had it pretty rough huh?" Bree commented

"Yeah well, I got by"

"Do you miss home?" Bree questioned

"My mom yes, dad well it's complicated, I'm definitely glad I left, but a part of me does miss him, he is my father after all. Whatever the case, he did raise me and my sister, yeah he completely ruined us but at least he stuck around" Moon sighed

"What about your mom? When your dad went back what did you tell her? And what does she think you're doing right now?" Bree questioned

"I don't know, I told Dad to figure that out himself. For me, I told Mom I got offered a job by a client I was meeting. Mom never knew I came to find dad, she thought I was meeting a client. I didn't want mom to know that he was involved with a gang, so yeah" she answered

"Do you ever think about going back?"

"Not really, maybe visit them, tell them I'm doing alright, but going back there, I don't think so"

"You must've hated it there alot for you to so easily get settled in a gang" Bree stated

"When I took up the opportunity, I really thought I wouldn't survive. But surprisingly enough it was nothing like I imagined. I think you and I both know what that is supposed to mean" Moon told

"Yeah well. In a way this is by choice but at the same time there wasn't much we could've done."

"So you're saying that you wanted to be in the gang but only because you didn't have any other choice. Doesn't really make sense."

"Let's put it like this. Chris is the leader, he never had a choice. He took it up because he needed to protect his family, his sister Anna didn't want to be separated from him so she too came. But that's a whole other story and isn't mine to tell. The boys had been friends for a long while. Even before the gang was formed. That's all I can tell. As for me, I went abroad for further studies in my major. When I came back I found out that my younger brother SpearB is in a gang. To me that was totally unacceptable. We fought a lot over it. But after a horrible incident I came to realize how important it was for him. Slowly I started seeing how it made him happy, I could never take that away from him, so I let him be. Chris gave me a choice of joining, to be close to my brother. At first I declined, saying I didn't want to do anything with something illegal. He respected my decision and let me go. I kept in contact but that proved dangerous and after some times I couldn't see him or even talk to him and I hated that, so I joined. Ironic isn't it, I spent so many years majoring in law and ended up joining a gang. I kept telling myself that I couldn't fit in, but I was proved wrong. Just like you, it was nothing like I imagined. That's why after some time I came to love it and understood why SpearB didn't want to leave." Bree explained

"To me it seems more of a family than a gang" Moon stated

"It is and soon you'll be a part of it too"

"What if I'm not cut out for it?" Moon asked

"You are, I can see it"

"How come. After I just told you I ran away from my father selfishly, you still think I'd be loyal?" Moon questioned

"I haven't seen it like that. You just told me you grew up in an abusive household. When your father disappeared you had a choice of convincing your mom that he wasn't coming back. But you still looked for him, for the sake of your mother. Which just shows you're not selfish. Yes you may have joined stray kids to get away from your father but that's only normal, anyone would've done that. Don't put yourself down so much. If we had thought you're not cut out for it we'd have taken care of you a long time ago. You've been here almost a year now and it's no coincidence." Bree reassured the younger girl

"Thanks, this was nice, I haven't had a normal conversation in a long time"

"It's all good kiddo" Bree patted Moon's head making her laugh

"Well you're done, and it's dinner time so let's go" Bree said checking her phone

Quickly putting on her shirt, the two exited the booth to join the others.

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"Let's start from this, get a proper hang of this and we'll move to bigger guns" El said handing Moon a gun

"This is the safety, you have to turn it off before you shoot, make sure you don't point the gun at a living being unless under attack, accidentally pulling a trigger on someone is not funny. Stand straight, shoulders pulled back, now put your left hand under the megazine, here. Grip the gun here and put your index finger on the trigger. Now stand rigid and straight, when you pull the trigger there will be a lot of pressure. This is called the front sight, this where you take the aim from. Now that’s your target, point the gun towards it and try to get a good hit” el instructed, guiding Moon’s hands.

Taking aim, Moon fired the gun multiple times. Missing the targets the first two times, Moon realigned herself and tried again. This time she hit all the targets perfectly.

“What the hell. Have you ever fired a gun before” El questioned

“No but if it’s of any use, I was top of my archery class” Moon said

“Oh, that explains it”

“Explain what?” Moon questioned

“How you were able to hit the targets perfectly so quickly. Getting a hang of the gun isn’t that hard, but getting your aim right is difficult, but since you already have practice in that area, you got the grasp of it quickly”

“I guess that’s a good thing then, I’m learning quickly” Moon smiled

“Don’t get ahead of yourself missy, that was just the hand gun”

“Oh”

“Yeah. Shoot two more rounds and we’ll move on to the rifle” El told the younger

“Here put this on your shoulder” El said handing Moon shooting gear

“What’s this? How do I strap it on” Moon asked

“It’s to protect your shoulder, until you learn how to properly handle the rifle, you’ll need to wear this” El said helping Moon with putting on the shoulder pad

“This is a rifle, this is harder to use. Brace this against your shoulder, hold it from here with your left hand and put your right index finger on the trigger. Take the aim from here and shoot.” El instructed once again.

Following the given instructions Moon pulled the trigger, however the force was more than she could handle, losing her balance she fell on her back. El moved towards her and helped her up

“Learning fast are we?” El spoke sarcastically

“God, I need to build strength for this”

“That you do. C'mon let's go again, let me help you this time"

El stood behind Moon and guided her hand on the weapon, "Okay, shoot again" this time Moon only stumbled a little since El was hugging her body from behind, steadying her.

"I missed it again" Moon groaned

"It's okay, this is going to take time" El assured her

This went on for weeks, Moon practicing on the rifle. She still wasn't able to hit her target but was able to fire the gun without falling back.

"What's the progress" Woo asked coming in with two mugs, handing one to El

"She's getting better, she can shoot without me now, so that's progress enough" El answered

"When can I take over?"

"I don't think she's good enough to shoot moving targets yet"

"What about a pistol?" he asked

"She only practiced that on day one, she got that pretty quickly."

"Then we'll just practice on moving targets with that one"

"Shouldn't she at least know how to use a rifle" El questioned

"Babe, look at her size, she can barely hold the rifle right, how do you expect her to shoot perfectly with it. She wants to be on the task force anyway, she's good with a handgun." He answered

"Well you're not wrong, I guess she's done for the day, she can start tomorrow with you then"

"You go tell her, I'll go tell Chan her progress" Woo said

"Today you'll be shooting moving targets, with your handgun. Once you learn how to perfectly do that you'll pass phase two" Woo explained to Moon

"What about the rifle?" She asked

"It's a waste of time. You're not strong enough to handle one of those"

"I can learn" Moon tried to defend herself

"The rifle is twice is your size"

"IT IS NOT"

"My point is, if you're not a snipper, it's not that important, just learn how to perfectly shoot with a handgun and you'll be fine on the task force. Now that we're done arguing let's begin."

Moon shot round after round and only managed to hit one target, that too in the arm only.

“Keep practicing, I’ll be back in a few minutes”

After a month of practicing, Moon was finally able to hit every target smoothly. Another day of practice, she casually walked inside the shooting range. She was greeted by a not so appropriate scene. Woo and El were making out against the wall, with his hands under her shirt. They didn’t seem to notice her so she quickly turned around to leave, only to bump into something, she looked up to see Chan looking down at her

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you just saw- why’s your face so red” He asked

“Oh nothing”

“Anyways come with me” he said grabbing her wrist and dragging her inside

“I don’t think that’s a good-” Chan stopped in his track taking in the sight in front of him “-idea” Moon completed her sentence

“You two just can’t get enough of each other huh?” Chan spoke, making the two jump apart.

“Get a girlfriend and you’ll know” Woo retorted

“Working on that one”

“Really, what’s the progress on that” El wiggled her brows

“One kiss” Chan smirked, Woo immediately understanding who he was talking about.

Moon just stood there awkwardly, El came and slung her arm around Moon’s shoulder “So what brings you here boss?” El asked

“Oh My Gosh, you’re so annoying” Chan exclaimed

“You didn’t answer the question”El said

“Well we have a problem”

“What kind of problem" the atmosphere getting serious

"Nothing major. Looks like you'll get your field test after all princess" Chan said looking at Moon

"Two weeks ago a drug trade took place in a nightclub. Things however did not go as expected and a lot of shit went down. It was a set up. The problem for us however is that whoever was behind this setup is someone we've had dealings with in the past. Unfortunately for us we don't know which dealer. Whoever they are, they're trying to get us in trouble with the law. Some sort of weapon trade is taking place in an abandoned building at the outskirts of the city. This is between our rival, and another gang. What we have to do is stop it. It's again a set up and if we don't intervene, we might all end up in jail. However it is essential we do this anonymously" Chan explained as everyone was gathered in the meeting hall

“What’s our strategy?” SpearB asked

“Woo, Bree, El and J.One will be stationed at the 4 corners of the building. Lee Know, Freckles and SpearB, you’ll have to go inside the building while the transaction is taking place, you guys are the eyes and ears. Dandy and I.N, you two take the van, circle the area with drones, keep an eye out and track everyone. HH, you take Moon and hide at the front entrance, no one goes in or comes out undetected. Liv and Anna are with me.” Chan told

“What’s the main plan?” Woo questioned

“Once we know who’s setting us up, we kill them. Our main goal is to turn them against each other, no one gets out alive. We shoot the first bullet on my command and then let them fight.” Chan finalized.

“What if we get exposed?” Bree stated

“Like I said, no one gets out alive, no witnesses” Chan answered. Something about the way he said those words sent shivers down Moon’s spine. Not in a chilling way, rather a very unholy way. That’s how she knew, she was getting closer to losing it.

“You all know the plan?” Chan asked as they all stood in an empty field. Everyone replied with a short yes as they all dispersed. “Good luck kiddo” Lee Know said, patting Moon’s head.

“So we’re supposed to just sit and keep an eye on who comes out and goes in?” Moon asked Hyunjin as the two sat behind a rock in front of the building

“It may not seem important, but that’s because you don’t really know the faces. With time you’ll understand” Hyunjin said

“So who exactly are we looking for”

“Anyone who shouldn’t be here”

“And who might tha-Mark?” Moon said looking at the man in the entrance

“How do you know him?” Hyunjin questioned

“I have to be mistaken” she whispered squinting her eyes trying to get a better look

“Ow” she exclaimed holding her foot

“What happened?”

“I twisted my foot”

“How the hell did you do that?”

“I accidently sat on it”

“Idiot. Let me see”

Moon tried to move slowly but since she was sitting on a slope she slipped away from the rock

“Shit” she cursed under her breath

“Who’s there?” someone shouted

She quickly took out her earpiece, crushed it between her teeth and threw it away. Hyunjin’s eyes went wide and he sneakily slid away before he could be seen by the man coming their way and expose the mission.

“Who’s the-Bitty?” the man spoke surprised to see her

“Mark?”

“Yeah, what are you doing here?” he asked helping her stand up

“Ow” she hissed holding on to his arm

“What happened?”

“I think I twisted my foot”

“What were you doing here in the middle of the night

“I wa-”

“What’s going on here?” another voice asked. They both looked towards the source.

“Hyunjin what’s the update?” Chan asked

“I don’t know I fled” he answered

“What do you mean you fled? Where’s Moon?” Bree exclaimed

“I don’t know. We saw Mark at the entrance and she knew him, she hurt herself and slipped out of the rock an-

“YOU LEFT HER UNARMED AND INJURED?!?!?!?!” Chan shouted

“I didn’t know what to do, the moment she slipped out , she took out her earpiece and destroyed it”

“Felix, Minho, Changbin, what’s the status? Any visuals on Moon?” Chan asked the three

“Negative, we can’t find a way in” Changbin answered

“Chan something doesn’t seem right. The moment she saw Mark, she somehow twisted her foot and when I asked to look she slipped out of the hideout. Then when Mark is coming towards her, she destroys the earpiece” Hyunjin spoke

“I planted a bug in her hair earlier, Seungmin, connect us” Minho spoke

The moment it connected a high pitched scream was heard, “Let me go!!!” Moon shouted

“HEL-MMHHMMMH” and the line went silent

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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Series: Part 1 of Mao Mao: The Hero Without an Arm Summary:

MissingArm!AU: When escaping the cave, it wasn't his tail that got crushed. In exchange for his innocence, he gained a sordid past. The Pure Heart Valley seemed like a good place to escape. To start a new life with a new family to forge a new identity. However, when the past rears its ugly head Mao Mao's forced to step up or be put down.

AN: I'm back with a late chapter, but to make up for that it's longer than usual. Yay! Again, I'm not very good at predicting how long all of this will be. With this whole Corona thing, I've found enough time to actually get this out in between everything. I hope this chapter at least puts you guys under quarantine and everyone not under quarantine at ease. As always follow @spookylovesboba whenever you can find her and enjoy the chapter.

Badgerclops blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the sun before he realized he was just tired. He watched the blue smudge, which he guessed was Adorabat walking up the steps. She waved at him so Badgerclops waved back, or she tripped and fell, he couldn’t tell. He started the aerocycle’s motor, flying back because he had it in reverse, and flying the right way when he fixed it. He wanted to go back home, get some sleep, check on Jǐngtì, but he figured he should probably pick up supplies while he’s in town.

The early morning air was cool, but it was slowly warming up. He checked on the blob since he was heading that way. It was still in the taped barrier. Looking at it he had to wonder if it had gotten bigger. He couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t slept since… before he went camping. He was nearing his third day without sleep and by god, it was starting to show. His mind was covered in a thick haze that made his head burn. His vision was cloudy, considering his eye was prosthetic, couldn’t have been good.

The supplies shop wasn’t too far from the fountain square. He was surprised to find Penny and Benny running it. (He could swear they did deliveries) who handed him a receipt written in crayon. He wasn't sure if that was legal; Mao Mao was the one who knew the laws, not him. Badgerclops stood off to the side watching the three-foot fools try to tie the stack to the back of the aerocycle. He made sure to give them some gummy worms as payment before taking off again. He was sure that was illegal, but who's going to arrest him?

Badgerclops went in low when he saw HQ. Too low, in fact. Badgerclops jumped off at the last second, watching the aerocycle carve a ditch across the front lawn. He stumbled towards HQ to poke his head inside. The noise hadn’t woken Jǐngtì. He was peacefully asleep. He almost envied the little bastard. He couldn’t envy anyone who called Mao Mao their dad. Much like his father he would be a great help with fixing everything. Badgerclops tapped his chin, considering waking him up before he relented with a sigh. Let him sleep , he told himself.

Badgerclops stepped back outside to examine the aerocycle. The supplies on the back weren’t damaged, but the aerocycle certainly wouldn’t be flying. A real crock of shit considering he had to pick up Adorabat in like… six hours? Would six hours of sleep be enough? Would he even have that much free time? He had to fix the house and even worse, he forgot to buy furniture!

Badgerclops harrumphed as he sat down to order it all, using his arm instead of a computer as he should’ve from the start. He went for 2-hour delivery even though it was $40 extra, mostly because he wanted to see if they’d actually do it, before he took the supplies off the Aerocycle. The stack was heavy and tall, making it hard to walk and even harder to see.

Getting it through the door was easy considering he didn’t have a door, or a doorframe, or the walls surrounding it. That didn't stop him from tripping over his own feet, landing with a loud and undignified scream. He could feel the weak house foundations begin to shake.

Badgerclops lied there, waiting for the shaking to stop or the floor to give in.

By some miracle the house settled back down. The floor only gave a disturbing groan when he forced the supplies off. He peeked over at Jǐngtì who was still asleep. Kid could probably sleep through an earthquake , Badgerclops thought to himself, stopping just short of mumbling it out loud. Knowing his luck that probably would wake him up.

Badgerclops’ luck held out more than he thought when he sorted the supplies to find it all in one piece. He sorted the plywood, slicing it into boards with a laser so he could fix the floor. It was tedious and tiring, especially when he had to stop to nail down the boards every so often. When he finished he overlooked his work. It looked fine, until he realised that he cut the new boards too large.

It was fine. It was fine. It was fine. Fuck, no it wasn’t! This was going to bother him all the time if he didn’t fix it .

Badgerclops pulled up every board he just placed to cut them again before placing them back down. He looked over his work again, even breaking out a ruler to make sure he got it right.

Next he had to fix the door. He cut around the broken edges of the wood, using the leftover planks to seal the massive hole. He then set up the door frame and door. He probably should have done the wiring for the doorframe later because he shocked himself time and time again trying to set it up.

That was enough for now , Badgerclops told himself as he sat down. Fatigue had given him a headache that drummed inside his skull. He wanted to just lie down on his new floors and fall into a coma, but he knew himself too well.

If he stopped now he wouldn’t get this done in time. He pried himself out the chair, painfully leaning over to get the polish, varnish, and felt-block to buff the damage out of the wood. He dragged himself to a part of the wall, right next to the kitchen’s entrance, that had three large gashes running across it. He squirted the polish and began rubbing it down. The damage didn’t go away. Badgerclops rubbed again, this time putting a little bit of elbow grease. The damage still didn’t go away. Badgerclops rubbed with all his might. Until the felt-block was snatched out of his hands by Jǐngtì.

Fuck! He didn’t even know he was awake. Jǐngtì glared at him, waving around the felt-block. “You forgot to take off the plastic,” he said.

Sure enough, the felt-block was still wrapped in the thin cellophane packaging. Whoops. Badgerclops reached for it; Jǐngtì threw the package aside. “What are you doing,” he asked.

“Just trying to buff some chips in the wall.”

“Those look like scratches.”

You know, now that he actually paid attention they did look like claw marks. Badgerclops took out the golden finger and held it to the scratches.

“You think this made the marks?”

“No. That didn’t make the scratches. The finger doesn’t fit. The point enlarges to quickly and metal would leave much finer impressions in the wood.”

“Where’d you learn to spot tracks.”

“From my mom. She’s a bounty hunter, isn’t she?”

“Fair point, but who made those marks then?”

Jǐngtì unsheathed his claws and held it to the marks,” I don’t know. Mao Mao certainly didn’t make these. They don’t match cat claws.”

“Wait, so does that mean Mao Mao got into a fight with a third person?”

“I suppose?”

“Then who was that third person?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’ll get an idea after going the fuck to sleep.”

With that Jǐngtì hobbled off and went back to sleep. Badgerclops might as well follow his lead. He went to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

* * *

Badgerclops woke up the sound of his alarm? No, it was the doorbell. At least he knew it worked. Jǐngtì was still asleep, or maybe he wasn’t. He liked faking it alot apparently. He probably was awake. Whoever was at the door spammed the doorbell like they were pretending they were Mao Mao if he hated doorbells. Badgerclops got up, stretched and went for the door. The door took a bit of effort to open. Huh, going to need to fix that , he noted to himself.

On the other side of the door was Penny and Benny. Aw shit . He totally forgot about the 2-hour delivery, considering their furrowed brows, their clenched fist, and the hellish fursy in their eyes Badgerclops probably had them waiting quite some time. At least they waited.

“We waited four hours ,” the pink one screamed at him.

“And I don’t regret it, now where’s the furniture I bought?”

They unloaded the furniture off the truck. Badgerclops expected it to be in pieces like an IKEA puzzle, but it was all in one piece. Good, saved time. Badgerclops went to wake Jǐngtì up, but the bedspread was empty. He kept an eye out but didn’t look for him. Jǐngtì was bound to show up sooner or later. He was directing the duo as they set down the furniture when he felt a hand brush up against his back. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

Jǐngtì gave Badgerclops little more than a glance as he toppled over. He was too busy sorting through a bunch of candy and knick-knacks in his hands.

“You’re just like your dad. Too sneaky for your own good.”

“Don’t compare me to him.”

Badgerclops quickly changed the subject. “Where’d you disappear to?”

“Just took those two’s wallets and went through the truck,” he said flatly,” look at these goobers. They didn’t have any cash, just... this .”

He showed Badgerclops the random crap he stole. Sure enough, the gummy worms he gave them were mixed in.

“You shouldn’t steal.”

“I’m not going to stop.”

“That doesn’t mean stealing is okay, even if Penny and Benny are... odd. I didn’t know they ran the supply store and the delivery service, but I’m not going to judge them for it.”

“They don’t run both shops,” Jǐngtì said. “The ones who run that shop are Lenny and Jenny, their twins or something.”

“What? They don’t have twins.

“Are you sure? How many times have you seen those two doing different jobs? It's all different people. Like nurse Joy. A bunch of different people who look alike.”

Badgerclops felt the need to disagree yet he couldn’t find any counterargument. The valley having a large litter of twins wouldn’t even be that bizzare.

“Huh, Badgerclops slowly nodded,” I didn't know that.”

Jǐngtì raised an eyebrow. “Did you know I also wrote gullible on the ceiling?”

“I’m not gonna fall for that.”

“So you’re too smart for that, but not enough to realize that dozens identical twin duos doesn’t make any sense?”

“Do you just make things up to mess with people?”

“Yes. Was that not clear?”

They continued the conversation until Penny and Benny walked up to them and held out their hands. Badgerclops didn’t know what they wanted, so he took a guess and gave them a high five. That wasn’t the answer. Their brows furrowed and he could see veins popping on the yellow one’s neck. Gross.

“So, what do you want little guys-”

Badgerclops was immediately taken aback when they screamed,” we want to get paid.”

“Alright, alright. Geez just take my gummy worms and go.”

They did take the gummy worms, but they did not leave.

“This isn't enough,” the pink one said.

He handed them some more gummy worms, but they still didn’t leave. “This still isn’t enough,” the yellow one said.

“Well, how much do you want?”

“Enough to cover the 2-hour delivery and then four hours waiting so six hours.”

“Doesn’t feel like six hours-” Badgerclops stopped, realizing that he forgot again.

He turned back outside to the aerocycle. “Right, haven’t fixed it yet,” he groaned, looking for an alternative.

Penny and Benny’s truck was looking rather fine.

“Hey, Jǐngtì. Hold those two down for a bit,” he shouted over his shoulder,” I gotta pick up Adorabat.”

Amazingly enough, the doors were unlocked. It's been a while since he drove something with wheels. He’d have to manage. First came the ignition, and he doesn’t have the keys. He was about to find some other way when Jǐngtì tossed him the keys.

“Didn’t you say that stealing is wrong,” the kid snidely asked.

Badgerclops started the engine, “do as I say not as I do,” he called out as he headed into town.

* * *

Badgerclops managed to arrive early by his standards. Adorabat wasn’t the only one waiting on the school steps, at least. Badgerclops honked the horn to get her attention. She started looking for the noise when he kept honking the horn. Badgerclops had to lean out the window and wave at her to get her attention.

“How was school,” he asked.

“Skewl was fine.”

He never understood why she pronounced ‘school’ like that. Was it a regional Pure Heart Valley dialect?

“Where’d you Penny and Benny’s truck,” she asked.

“I borrowed it,” he lied, driving off.

On the way, he passed by the blob again. This time he was sure it had gotten larger. More concerning, it had taken more sweetipies hostage. He’d have to deal with that sooner rather than later.

“Is Jǐngtì still home,” she asked abruptly.

“He likes disappearing, but he should still be there. Why do you ask?”

“He kinda scares me.”

Badgerclops would disagree if he didn’t understand why. Jǐngtì had kidnapped Adorabat. Kidnapping makes a horrible first impression. He would have thought that was obvious if he and Tanya hadn’t done it. He guessed that was one thing he had in common with his mother. He would ask if Mao Mao scared her, but he decided that was a question for Ol’ Blue or someone better at parenting.

* * *

Badgerclops drove back to HQ. Jǐngtì had tied up Penny and Benny were sitting on them to keep them from leaving, although it looks like the sweetipies had given up trying to resist. He let the sweetipies go at Badgerclops’ behest, cutting the rope only to have it turn into a leaf. They quickly got in their truck and left. Badgerclops wasn’t eager to stop them if it means he didn’t have to pay. Almost assuredly not legal, but Badgerclops wasn’t going to arrest himself, now was he?

He had to commend the kid's work ethic. He finished getting all the furniture in himself without being told. Or maybe he just wanted to sleep in an actual bed tonight. Badgerclops ordered pizza before finally getting the TV working. The pizza arrived, and the three of them stayed up late into the night. He put her and Jǐngtì to bed before putting the final touches on the repairs.

He was done before dawn, but having a working TV was reason enough to stay up till dawn. Creeaak . Badgerclops turned his head to find Jǐngtì silently sneaking out.

“Where you going,” he asked.

“Probably back to the Sky Pirates.”

“You can stay if you want.”

“Nah, you have to pick Mao Mao today, don’t you?”

That was today, wasn’t it?

“Well, you’re always welcome to come over.”

“Yeah, well… uh, next time my dad isn’t here I wouldn’t mind spending the night again.”

“I’ll be sure to do that. Oh! Before you go,” Badgerclops quickly got up and gave the kid a hug. It wouldn't have been so awkward if Jǐngtì didn’t go freakishly stiff. “Woah, you good, little dude?”

“Yeah, just didn’t expect that.”

They said quick goodbyes as Jǐngtì left. With a few hours to spare Badgerclops figured he might as well get some sleep.

* * *

He meant to pick Mao Mao up at 10 in the morning, instead, he brought him back at noon. It would've been later if Adorabat didn’t beat against his stomach like a drum to wake him up. He carried Mao Mao inside because the fool refused to use his crutches. He looked over HQ with a weird look in his eyes and a flicker of the ear.

“You good,” Badgerclops asked.

“Yeah, just put me down for a second.”

Badgerclops obliged, but he still had Mao Mao lean on him for support.

“Things... look different,” mumbled Mao Mao/

“ I had to buy some new furniture and stuff-”

“Mao Mao!” Bagderclops was interrupted by Adorabat flying in from the kitchen. She slammed right into Mao Mao’s chest for a hug; wouldv’e knocked him off his feet if Badgerclops wasn’t there.

“I’m glad you're back,” she said.

“It’s good to be back,” he said, accepting her embrace.

#fanfic #MMHOPH #Mao Mao #Badgerclops #Adorabat

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gumceline · 4 years

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another massive bubbline shipper here too say i got mad respect for this blog. as much as i stand by my ship 1000%, i also stand by the fact its totally okay too ship them with other people. i admit the bubbline fandom can be pretty toxic, but alot of us will stand by you. not only are you being super respectful even when you get hate, but you arent straight washing. also the way you looked at the negative parts of our community with understanding in last post, that was real great

oh i appreciate it! I prefer never to judge an entire fanbase by one dude because EVERY fanbase has THOSE people, no fanbase is ever perfect.

I really wished my experience with bubbline shippers had been better, it really was unfortunate to have countless hate, to have people make posts mocking me, to be put on “Lists to block”, not to mention that i legit had supportive friends who were bubbline shippers, but they pretty much turned their back on me, abandoned me, and called me a “Homophobic uncaring asshole”.

It really broke my heart dealing with the stuff i did, and i wasn’t perfect either, but i still don’t think i deserved what that was. I was a kid at the time, and was still having fun and i REALLY wanted to be a part of the fanbase because i love the series and loved the characters, but the fandom just....hated me.

Because i was a multishipper and had different opinions on the characters.

It really didn’t matter to them that i also shipped the characters with other female characters, or i said myself i don’t consider them straight. Because the fandom didn’t really care, they took one look and decided nothing i said mattered.

Being in the star fandom is widely different because the biggest ship there is Starco, a MXF (Which i personally don’t really like but that’s just me), and my favorite ship was...and still is Tom and Marco, because i love their chemistry so much and i genuinely consider them to be a much more believable relationship then the romance they wrote for star and marco.

And trust me, it’s always annoying if you don’t ship the most popular ship and like another pairing more but are succumbed to it everywhere regardless of the characters themselves.

But me not shipping star and marco didn’t make me someone who hated straight people, so i don’t think it’s collectively fair to tell anyone who may of liked marcy or bonnie with finn or maybe they ship them with a male oc of theirs....hate lesbians or were just homophobic.

it’s Like if i took finn out of his (Maybe) relationship with huntress and shipped him with....Tiffany (Who is a male character)...that wouldn’t mean i suddenly hated all straight couples and think finntress should burn.

That’s still a huge leap to jump to and extremely dangerous because you’re collectively accusing someone of something serious without really knowing much more about them then “They like this ship”.

Without any knowledge of them outside of that.

You could effectively damage their rep and make their time in the fandom a living hell out of something minor or something you just assumed, i would know.

I welcome progress, i am quite happy for the bubbline shippers who got their ship, heck...i’m STILL mad that we didn’t get poly tom x marco x star on star vs and felt VERY baited by the crew on that.

but even though i am happy for those people, i don’t think it’s validation to beat up on other shippers either, it does nothing for anyone’s case to do that. If the people are actual bigots who are actively acting terrible and throwing around nasty words and doing terrible stuff, then by all means, call them out.

But people who are just causally shipping stuff for fun? In a way it just feels like using them being a gay ship as a weapon against everyone else, because if they disagree with you and have a different opinion you can effectively boil them down to a bigot and no one might question it...especially when it’s the vast majority.

And that should not be acceptable to do, i ended up hearing from a friend of mine that this fandom actively started purging out other creators for having opinions people didn’t like, and now people are starting to regret that they shunned out so many members of the fandom based on things that were probably incredibly trivial in the long run.

And i get it, it’s an important ship, but it’s important as a rep of that ship to be respectful to others, because if not what you’ll end up doing is turn people away. I would like to be more celebratory of your success in getting the ship canon, but it makes it harder if i’m getting several messages asking when i’m deleting my “Hateful” blog because bubbline was now canon.

I’d like to get along with and support these people, but they don’t want to try and support me and have almost just decided to hate me and it sucks, and there’s not much i can do. That’s why i am thankful for those who don’t just immediately decided to judge me and want to know more about my views on the characters.

This of course does not apply to the community as a whole, not everyone is acting like this, but it is a problem and it has consequences and i hope the fandom does work on it in the future. Please do better in the future.

Now when it comes to shipping, I have my limits personally, like if the characters have canon sexualities i tend to stick to those sexualities, i for one, have a oc that’s gay. I effectively tell others if they make fanart with him for fun that’s great and i love it, but i want his sexuality respected if ships are involved.

Since the AT ones are left in the air, it means i am left to come up with my own ideas, so that’s what i do. I think everyone should be allowed in that regard to have their own interpretations, marcy could be bi, lesbian, ace,pan, ect and all of those are perfectly acceptable headcanons.

i don’t think one should be held superior over another.

I’ve never looked at Marcy or PG and said “Oh yeah, these two are so obviously straight”, they’re about as straight as a bent nail. XD The people who say this stuff clearly don’t follow me to know that they’re not treated as straight here and i think that’s just frustrating because it’s attacking for completely incorrect information.

And the main problem i think i have, like the biggest issue, is i see the F&C characters differently.

Because i know where the fandom is getting this impression people who these other pairings are homophobic is coming from, it’s because most of the fandom doesn’t really see those characters as much more then well...GB characters.

If i saw tomco, and one was turned to a girl to avoid them both being boys, i would be annoyed, i would, i wouldn’t assume the person was homophobic without other evidence but i’d be annoyed. (I mean for all i know it could be an au and i could be mistaking the situation entirely)

What makes this different for me, is because for one, these aren’t fan-characters, the fans didn’t make a genderbent world and design these characters for fun or anything. These were show characters, that were in episodes and have their own comics and all that.

The way the show approached them for me, makes me feel like they’re kinda misjudged, and people don’t have to agree with me on that fact. But i just feel like between them being fanfiction characters ice king made up, the fact their canon is different, the fact the characters do things the F&J characters don’t do, i just can’t help but feel like treating them as if they were something fans did for fun and have no difference outside of their gender is not the right approach for them.

(I mean ice queen died in one comic and has her own unique origin story which is apparently tied to cake’s, flame prince apparently speaks cat and is the most nervous and awkward cutie I've ever seen, gumball is apparently a card wars superfan and legit takes it WAY too seriously, i just can’t really look at these characters and say “Oh, these are all just Ice King, Flame Princess, and Princess Bubblegum but the opposite gender”).

I feel like the show does enough with them,and had a unique enough approach, that i feel like they should be judged as different characters. Like the redraws of regular episodes with the F&C characters are cute but they’re for fun and probably not what ice king wrote for them in his weird stories.

Like i can’t imagine ice king knew PB so well he made sure gumball had her entire backstory and motivations.

And i feel like the people who do enjoy these ships, heck, ALL FOUR of these ships, feel the same way i do. I’m sure some could def be shipping them for the wrong reasons, but i can’t help but think it’s less about their gender and more that other people recognize they’re different and have considered the different dynamics...like they would if they were shipping any other pairing.

And people don’t have to agree with any of us on that, but i don’t think the alternative should be to accuse us of something so heavily either.

These days i have newer friends who like bubbline who are chill with me, and yeah that’s cool, and i personally don’t really draw the ship myself because i’m still not too comfortable in the AT fandom or with the community right now....the situation with it never leaves me feeling safe frankly.

But we get along, they’re lovely, and the shippers who like bubbline but support the blog are also lovely people and i adore them.

At the end of the day i just want to have fun, i’m fine being in a small subsection of the fanbase and who knows, maybe i have gotten people to think about the F&C characters in a new light, i’m not sure.

But i hope maybe at some point the fandom can chill down and we can support each other without turning it into...whatever that entire situation is. Because i don’t want to be fighting with that community and would prefer to get along with them, but only time will tell.

But thanks for the support! I wish you the best ! I sometimes still have a lot to learn but i hope throughout this whole thing I've gone about it as respectful as possible.

I love the show and all the characters and the fun ships and relationships, i hope someday in the future i can be comfortable enough to get back into the fandom as much as i used to be! ^-^

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happy-haunts · 5 years

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The Hostess

Chapter one | Constance pt.1 : Constance pt.2

Chapter two | Mister Topper pt.1 : Mister Topper pt.2

Chapter three | Madame Leota pt.1 : Madame Leota pt.2

Chapter four | The Hostess

Chapter five | Captain Blood pt.1 : Captain Blood pt.2

Chapter six | Emily DeClaire pt.1 : Emily DeClaire pt.2 : Emily DeClaire pt.3

Chapter seven | Finale

I walked with Red and Constance behind me as I held my lamp up beside my head, leading them to a door that said ‘Cast Members Only’ and upon opening they were flooded with the overwhelming pinks, on my walls were several prominent heroes, princesses, magical girls, and fantasy posters. I had bookshelves filled with books- sitting atop them were the animes, manga, and novels of the characters on my walls if not more, hanging in a closet with black beads as curtains were cosplays and an assortment of pastel clothing, my bed was just a standard queen with regular pastel pink sheets(and a body pillow of a really hot anime girl), and last but not least my pink desk with my tiny chibi figurines, pink desk chair, pink headphones, and gaming set up.

I felt rather embarrassed that Red and Constance had to see this side of me but I attempted not to show it as I took a seat in my desk chair. Constance sat on my bed while Red kept standing- she seemed visibly uncomfortable in my room.

“Okay so pushing aside all of the questions I have about just this...” Red gestured to everything, “Maybe you can tell us how you managed to break Constances’ amnesia? Because that would be helpful in the future.”

“I can tell you that but it might involve alot more context.” I poked my fingers together nervously.

Red sighed and sat beside Constance on the bed, “Fine! Tell us your life story!” Constance gave a smile as she poked the body pillow.

❧

I am a twin, but my sister and I aren’t very close since she tends to be so depressing! She asks me if I want to know when I want to die, tells me the world is eternally doomed, and will sometimes quote outdated jokes from the internet. I’m the opposite to my sister, I read manga, cosplay, do seances in my room at 2am because I desperately want a date even if that means I need to sign a pact with a crossroads demon, and sometimes I actually drink the recommended amount of water in a day. Our home life was normal enough, we lived in the suburbs of California which could be kind of dreary at times with how sunny it is, so when my sister and I received a letter to work in a haunted mansion (TM) you could see how we would jump at the chance! It was a dream job for both of us! My sister would get to do more research in the powers of the undead and I could spend all day reading manga and messaging my devil boyfriend who won’t return my summons.

And that was that, I was sent to Liberty Square to await the inevitable rising of my undead ancestors and make sure they didn’t do anything damaging to anyone in or around the mansion.

When I arrived to the rather well-put together mansion I was greeted by a gentleman named Fletcher Hodges who was there to welcome me to the mansion. “Ah you must have been the Hostess assigned to the Liberty Square branch of Gracey manors?” He extended his hand for me to shake as I accepted it.

“Yes, I heard there would be ghosts...? Where are they?”

“Oh they haven’t risen just yet, but according to our calculations they should be due to show in a couple months - if they show at all.”

“You don’t believe in ghosts Mr. Hodges?” He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.

“Not exactly, I know they exist since I’ve conducted many experiments and what I’ve recorded is that ghosts are seemingly everywhere - dozens of people who have unfinished business (or in this case cursed) roaming on a plane parallel to our own, but we are unable to see or interact with them without the aid of technology or a highly remarkable gift.”

“Wait if they can’t interact with us then what is the threat of this curse? They’ll all just exist on their own plane.”

“Ah, not exactly! I was reading up on this type of necromancy in ‘Necronomicon on the go’ and there is a footnote similar to this situation -it states that if an apparition gains the ability to raise the dead then it can have a dramatic side-effect, which may cause the user and those risen to exist in the same plane as us mortals while also having their spectral bodies.”

“Well that could be a problem.”

“And as a descendant of the Gracey bloodline we believe it is your responsibility to care for your elderly.”

“Would they really be considered elderly if they’re dead?” Mr. Hodges waved his hand at me and handed me an envelope as well as a box.

“Lets not get into the finer details, here is your first paycheck - you will receive one at the end of every week, and here is your uniform.”

“How will you know I’m even in uniform?” He looked at me with a stone cold expression.

“We know everything.” I raised my eyebrows - that was disturbing. “Now if you excuse me I need to be in Tokyo tomorrow - so I must get to the airport.”

“Wait, isn’t there anything you can give me? Maybe a spirit wrangling lasso?”

“I’m afraid not, but Leota’s headstone is out back so perhaps you can ask her once she’s risen.” He gave me a wave and walked back to his car.

“Well that’s not very helpful.” I opened the paystub and almost choked $400 for doing nothing in an empty mansion! “You know maybe I can figure something out.”

❧

I wasn’t sure how long it would take for these ghosts to appear - or if they even would - but I got started on my room almost immediately, painting the walls myself and buying cheap shelves so I could save up for the books and figures that I always wished I had enough money for.

I remember a very specific weekend when I was putting together a second bookshelf (I had filled the other one up already)and was out of uniform - it wasn’t anything awful just a pink shirt with fuzzy blue pajama bottoms. I heard a voice coming from the hallway and quickly threw on my uniform before walking out to investigate - but we will ignore the fact that I had forgotten I was wearing pink bunny slippers.

Walking down the hallway was a blue apparition, he shimmered like water, his wavy hair floating around his features.

“Emily?” He called, but when he turned his head he only saw me. “Who are you?”

“The Hostess - who are you?”

“William Gracey, is Emily here? Have I risen her?”

“I’m not sure? Maybe die again and come back later?” He gave me a skeptical look.

“I don’t think I can be killed again.”

“I could figure it out probably, I’ve been watching this show about two brothers who fight monsters and -.”

“I’ll stop you, I don’t care.” He then kept walking - mumbling something to himself.

“Maybe if it hasn’t worked you just need to try harder?” William glanced back to me with a dark glare- his glowing red eyes piercing me.

“Fine, why don’t I just raise the entire graveyard!”

“No, no, no, no!”

But I guess I hit a nerve because he raised everyone...

Ballroom dancers were swaying in the parlor, an undead horse charged down the halls, some guy kept throwing around hat puns and making his head appear in his hat suitcase - it was overall a mess.

“Perhaps this is better?” William smirked and disappeared into the walls.

“What a dick!” I shouted, but I had a job to do ... oh crap I had a job to do. “Well lets start with ... A catalog.” So I grabbed a spare journal and began to catalog all the names of of the inhabitants and a short description of them.

Constance Hatchaway : Attic bride - I walked into the attic to try and find that William guy who made my life 999 times harder than it needed to be, sitting on a chest was Constance.

“Hello? I’m making a catalog of ghosts in the mansion, could I get your name and if you can recall - a brief summary of your life?” She stood up and when she turned to face me I noticed the hatchet in her hand.

“Constance Hatchaway - the Hatchaway bride, I killed all of my husbands in life because they were trash.”

“Mhm, mhm, ma’am please set down the hatchet.” She looked at her hand and gave a little chuckle.

“I’m not going to do anything to you...” She sat back on a chest with her chin in her palm. “I just wish I had made some different choices when I was alive.”

“If it helps you have a whole afterlife to do things that you wanted to before? I can come back to talk more with you after the catalog is done?” She perked up and gave me a warm smile.

“That would be wonderful if you did.”

Hatty : origins unknown - I had begun to notice when I approached the inhabitants of the mansion over time a lot of them couldn’t much recall their lives, most of those in particular were quite old ghosts, I’m talking Egypt ghosts which made absolutely no sense! But the puzzling thing was when I approached Hatty - a rather skeletal looking apparition - he couldn’t recall his name, life, or death let alone recall the room he just came out of. I took it upon myself to just go ahead and write down a name for him, Hatty seemed rather suitable given that was his preferred pun.

Madame Leota : Psychic and Scorceress - When Leota finally appeared in her crystal ball she was rather puzzled, not knowing that she would be buried on Gracey soil -thus immortalizing herself within the curse.

“Just call me the Hostess.” Leota eyed me up and down before finally flashing a smile.

“Alright, so what else is it that you need of me?”

“I’m glad you asked, I need to have more power over the mansion’s ghosts than that William guy.”

“Well if you remain inside the mansion’s property you’re out of luck, I gave him all the powers he desires so long as he died and was forgotten.”

“Isn’t there some kind of loophole you can give me just in case this dick decides he wants to go on a power trip?”

“I suppose I could give you something to ward off his presence in a limited manner...” She made a lantern materialize before me, “When a candle is lit inside this lantern, any control William has over the inhabitants of this mansion will be lifted - as well as William cannot step foot into the light to do harm to any apparitions he may wish to hurt.”

“This is fantastic!”

“I could, however, give you all the powers I possess if you want to make a deal?”

“Nah that’s okay and anyway the groundskeeper has been complaining about not having a light at nighttime, so this can double as his little walking light.” I exited the seance room and began looking through my catalog - so far I recorded 998 ghosts, but I hadn’t ran into any named Emily? Maybe William’s attempt to bring this girl back from the dead really did fail?

❧

I walked along the large windows of the ballroom as I watched the dancers spin in circles, but something outside caught my eye - a glowing specter in the distance.

“I am not about to lose a ghost on my first day.” I grumbled and marched outside, it was further away than I expected - sitting atop a hill of wildflowers overlooking the river that reflected moonlight from it’s surface. “Hey! You’re too far from the mansion property, I’m going to need to escort you back inside until I see about drawing up some travel papers - because honestly I don’t think those hitchhikers are going to stay in one place very long.” I placed my hand on my hip with a sigh - I needed a raise.

“I danced with a boy on that river.” The ghost mused, her hair was a dark violet, skin purple, and wearing a white wedding dress with a matching flower crown that left petals scattered through her hair. “I remember that ... I remember everything...” She turned to face me, her eyes glowed blue unlike all the other ghosts, and on her chest was a bright red beating heart.

“I don’t think I’ve met you...” I mumbled, sitting beside her and pulling out my catalog. “What is your name?”

“Emily DeClaire, what is your name?” She adjusted herself so we faced each other.

“I’m the...” I blinked, my heart tugged in my chest as I was about to tell her my job description. “I’m Tera Normal.”

“Good to meet you! But you aren’t a ghost?” She hesitantly reached out her hands and passed them through my arm.

“No, I’m the Hostess I work here to try and keep all of you contained - seeing as you aren’t supposed to be on this plane but rather the one parallel to us.” I sighed “But William really missed you I guess and is looking for you.”

“Oh dear, well I can help in any way that I’m able!” She clenched her little hands into fists, smiling with determination. “But I suppose first I should go see William if he is missing me that much.” She bounced up in realization, “Oh! Is Mister Topper here too?”

“I don’t have a Mister Topper listed...” I furiously flipped through my catalog, “I have an Ezra Topper?”

“No, that’s just Mister Topper’s brother.” She gave a huff as another startling feeling came across my heart, I felt like it was breaking in two. “I suppose he can’t be here can he?”

“Not if he wasn’t buried here.” Another sharp pain pierced my heart. “But maybe William can sort this out?” Part of the aching lifted.

“Do you really think so?” She smiled at me then twirled into the air, “Okay! we can go see William, maybe he knows how to get my Topper back!”

But once we walked back into the mansion I noticed there was something strange going on with Emily. “So does this Mister Topper have a first name or is it just Topper?”

“Who?” Emily turned her gaze to me now.

“Um, Mister Topper? The guy you’re missing?”

“Topper... Top hat...” She mused- but was overcome when she thought about top hat and began crying. “He lost his head!”

“Whoa, okay what is going on with you?”

“Hurry back!” She screamed as her deafening heartbeat made the walls shake. “Please, Hurry back!”

“I’m right here, Emily...”

“Now look what you’ve done.” William scolded as he walked from the walls and wrapped his arms around Emily- who cried in his chest. “Hush, just forget and all the pain will be gone.” His hand slid over her head making her blink - a smile spreading across her lips.

“I can’t even remember what I was doing again, you must think I’m an air head.” She laughed to William, but tears were still streaking down her cheeks.

“What did you just do?” I hissed to the man, he glared at me - releasing Emily and lifting his hand to her.

“Emily can you give the Hostess and I some privacy?”

“Sure!” She sniffled and began floating down the hall, “I sure am crying a lot today.” William watched her disappear behind a door and then turned his gaze back to me.

“You can’t mention that name to her, where did you even hear it?”

“She told me his name! Are you the one making her forget? What is your problem!”

“It’s for her own good, you didn’t see her when she first came back ...” He closed his eyes and sighed, “She can’t remember, just trust me.”

“Well forgive me but I don’t trust you.” I lifted my lantern, reaching into my pockets to find some of the matches I stowed away.

“What you’re going to blind me?” He laughed and made a fist, slipping the hallway rug out from under my feet and knocking me to the ground, I clutched the lantern against me to keep it from breaking- William approached me now, I began crawling backwards in a panic. “I know, how about I have you join the mansion? We are just dying to have you!”

“Or you can shove it six feet under.” I lit up the match and ignited the lantern - shining it on William which pushed him backwards, I could see he was annoyed.

“Fine, you can do whatever it is you do - but leave Emily alone as well as make sure no one interferes with her memory, or there will be deadly consequences.”

“Just keep making death puns, I can sit here all day.” His cheeks glowed with a dark blue as he turned away and walked back into the wall. “He is SUCH a dick!”

❧

I sat at my desk and kicked my feet in my chair, Red and Constance looking at me with great interest. “Fast forward to today I had come across Hatty being crazier than normal, and whatever had been pushed on Hatty was spreading into the other ghosts - they didn’t seem to remember who they were or who I was! The ballroom ghosts were in a panic because they all forgot how to dance, and the Quartet forgot how to sing! So I lit my lamp and decided it was time to find the source - I ran from room to room till I came across you two! And now I know why the mansion is acting strange- because you two are prying into ghost business and William doesn’t want you to.”

“Well someone killed Emily and we think the murderer might *be* William, which means we need to confront him.” Constance had determination in her glowing yellow eyes, “Emily deserves better than to be played like a puppet.”

“Enough.” Came a deep voice, I turned quickly to my lamp to see the nub of my candle was out- the flame had been doused by the wax. “If you are all so curious to have a conversation then lets talk!” The voice boomed and my figurines were thrown across the room making me scream, books flying from the shelves, floor shaking, and lightbulbs bursting leaving us all in complete darkness other than the three glowing bodies before me.

Wait.

Three?

There he was, the first ghost I had laid eyes on when the mansion came to life.

“William?” I whispered in disbelief, Red seemed to be unaffected by this as though she might have guessed.

“What? Cat got your tongue? I thought you wanted to talk.” He grinned.

#ghost hostess #the haunted mansion #disney world #disneyland #wdw #madame leota #the hatbox ghost #emily declaire #we wants the redhead #Constance Hatchaway

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the-sandy-hippo · 5 years

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Irzi Ebosia, the simic naga

Name: Irzi

Race: Naga

Pronouns: They/Them

Plane of birth: Tarkir

First planeswalk: Lorwyn

Colours: Sultai, (green, blue, black)

Length: 10ft counting tail. 4ft “standing”

Looks:

Area of expentise: A currently simple form of biomancy, they can warp living tissue with some accuracy, given enough concentration. They can, however, also use it for crude boosts in power or offensively to cripple/damage the attacker. While not an avid healer they have shown to be able to use their biomancy to stitch up light wounds.

Backstory:

The letter

“Sidisi, your highness, I regret to inform you that the child, Irzi, is of not higher use to the dragonlord.

I have had my viziers attempt to teach them both poison-making and the art of close combat, but to no avail. I have even tried teaching them necromancy myself, but no amount of treats nor threats seem to work on them.

It is a shame, too weak to be a warrior yet too dumb to be a sage. Truly a waste of a naga…

I sincerely apologize, but no more of my time will be wasted on that child. When this letter reaches you the child should be on it’s way to Kheru, where they will find work as a servant for my brother.

The dragonlord must not get wind of this embarrassment, he has grown rather…paranoid lately.

Warm regards, Hassar”

Servitude and ignition

A carriage stopped on the outskirts of Kheru, it had been a long day of travel in that crowded place. There were many humans and prisoners from raids, though they might have been the only naga in there. Everyone got out into the jungle, a guard first and last. One of them spoke:

“Now it’s a small hike to Kheru, Follow behind us”, the guard paused for a second, “And if you get the bright idea of running, then the jungle will make short work of you.”

An awkward silence followed Irzi as they began to see the decadent temples and towers, knowing full well that none of that luxury was for them.

When they came to an open plaza beside a large manor the group stopped, an old sage stood by the door of the house, waiting.

“So you’re finally here?”, the sage told the guards,”and actually on time as well, bravo. Now let me see my new servant.” the sage seemed impatient.

“C’mon naga, go met your new master.” the guard mocked.

After a quick examination the Sage and Irzi went inside.

“Someone like you are just what was needed around here, though inexperienced you should work well in the kitchen.” the sage continued, “Oh, and I almost forgot. In 5 days I will hold an important dinner party here, even the dragonlord himself will attend it. You will be serving drinks to the guests. Do not screw up, is that clear?” his stern voice commanded.

“Y-yes.” Irzi replied.

It was teadious and hard, working in this new place, but the sage was nicer than the viziers before. The tasks were simpler at least. Do as you’re told and nothing bad happens, that was their working motto.

The days came and went and the day of the dinner had arrived. Irzi’s job now was clear; just go around with a platter of goblets and hand out to the guests by the table. At the end of the table sat Silumgar. A big, snake headed dragon with his personal vizier. He was staring at them

“The dragonlord”, they thought to themself.

“Who is that?” the dragon whispered to Sidisi.

“Them? That’s a new servant working under the host”, she replied. “Hassars brother, if I am correct.”

“Why did he send a new servant, it’s but a dumb child.”

“My guess it is to show them of, I send them to Hassar to teach them, they have been quite the struggle. Hassar apparently gave up.”

“Teach? Teach what?”

“Necromancy and poison-making from what I know.”

The dragons eyes narrowed and became stern.

“How convenient for them,” he hissed, “a new servant who knows how to make poisons just happens to serve when I grace them with my presence?”

“It does seem strange…” a smile curled on her lips.

“Take the servant and brother outside, give them a diving lesson”

Two guards were called in and both the sage and Irzi were forcefully taken outside, while the rest of the guests carried on the dinner as usual.

One of the guards tied the sages hands while the other held Irzi’s arm tight enough to hurt. They were dragged to what looked like a big well. When they came closer they started hearing water splashing and hissing noises, it was no well.

The sage was pushed in first, staining the water red in a frenzy, Irzi was then tossed in. As they fell panic overtook the child. Staring down, the maws of the beasts looked to be warping, colours became faded and soon enough the drop went from a crocodile pit to an emptiness filled with moving pictures. Fading in and replacing one another. It was as mesmerizing as it was terrifying. One of the pictures seemed to be directly in front of Irzi and was coming closer and closer until they made impact.

New and strange places

The impact was not like Irzi planned for. It wasn’t a flat canvas that they dumped, they entered the picture. Inside was a whole new world, they tumbled a bit before stopping. Still panicked and terrified from what just happened Irzi could do nothing but cower and cry in this weird and scary place. Unable to take a look and see the beauty.

After a couple of minutes had passed a soft voice was heard

“Are you alright?”

Irzi shrieked out of surprise and fear, eyes shot open and breath so fast they almost fainted. It was a human woman, but something was off, she had patches of scales, just like themself!

“Please, don’t be scared.” The lady spoke calmly, “I’m not here to harm you. What’s you name?”

Although reluctant Irzi told the lady their name and profession as a servant, the same way they had been trained by the viziers to say it.

“Oh dear…where are you from?”

Irzi didn’t answer.

“There is no rush for answers, but I’m not letting you be out here alone, especially when night falls.”

“Why?”, Irzi asked. When they looked around, they didn’t recognize anything. “W-where am I?” they grew anxious.

A look of worry came over the ladies face.

“You are not from here, are you? You’re a naga…”

“Uuhh, I don’t know. B-but I am a naga...”

“I was afraid you’d say that. Could you please take my hand? It really isn’t safe here…and we must have a talk.”

The lady took them to a nearby house, it looked very strange, but it felt welcoming when they stepped in. There was alot of wierd people in the house buying food, eating and drinking things unknown to Irzi. The two then talked. Irzi told the lady, whose name was Acacia, what had happened prior over a cup of coco. Acacia told them that that was their ignition, and that they both are planeswalkers.

“What do-does that m-m-mean?” Irzi questioned, still very shy.

“That, when you fell, you were send from Tarkir into the vast eternities and you landed here, in Lorwyn”

“...I-I don’t wanna go back to Takir again…”, they said, eyes starting to water up, fists clenched.

Acacia gently engulfed their hand in her own.

“You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to. But if you’d like, I could take care of you. On my home of Ravnica. You’ll have it nice there, I promise”

“I’d like that…” they said, looking down on the table, smiling slightly.

Acacia took the young naga home to her place in Ravnica, she was a fathom mage in the Simic Combine, and the first family Irzi ever had.

Little by little Irzi grew fond of this City-plane, the city noises became almost calming. Though nothing beat the serenity of the pools near the Simic guild, they would often sit there while Acacia was on work and wonder what kind of creatures they would see from one day to the next.

In time Acacia noticed this behavior, and asked if they’d be interested in joining the Simic and learning about the creatures they were so fascinated about. They said excitedly agreed but when the starting day drew close they were more and more reminded of what the viziers made them go through on Tarkir.

On the big day they couldn’t stop crying, they hid in their room, coiled up. Acacia knocked on their door.

“Irzi? Irzi are you in there?”

She opened the door and sat beside them.

“It’s you big day! I understand it’s scary”, she said.

“I can’t I-I, I’m not-”, they couldn’t speak another word before bursting into a cry.

Acacia embraced Irzi and spoke just as softly as the day the two first met.

“It’s ok, you’re not on Tarkir anymore. If you don’t want to do it today, I’ll notify them that you’ll start tomorrow, I love you”

“But I -Hicc- I wanna start today! I’m scared, I don’t wanna make them mad at me”

“You’ll be fine”, she said, drying a tear of their cheek. “And if anyone’s mean, you can just point me to them and I’ll get them”

Irzi chuckled a bit and rubbed their eyes free from the tears. The two went down to the guild and found that the class had just started, Irzis first day in school had begun.

Lecture 1: The basics of simple biomancy.

#Irzi Erbosia #fanwalker

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years

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Dirty Boy!

TV SHOW: GODLESS COUPLE: WHITEY WINN X READER RATING: SMUT

Okay, first hello everyone! This was meant to be 1 long fic but apparently Tumblr has new max limits? Which is odd as I don't think this is as long as like jojen lady? But anyway so there will be more to this as I had to decide it up.

Y/n Pov:

Saturday:

I stretched out my leg as I had my little bath starting to wash down my leg for a while trying to relax in my nice bath until I heard a loud couple of knocks on my door

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Who is it?” I ask

“It’s me Y/n let me in its an emergency” I heard whitey yell from outside my door

“Alright give me a second” I sigh getting out my bath and wrapping a towel around my body “Fine come in” I sigh and he came in and froze as he saw me

“Uhhhhh....Hi” He smirks looking at me alot

“What do you wan’t whitey?” I ask him

“Ohhh... uhh Maggie...needs uhh needs ya" he says

“Right thank you” I smile and he just leaned on my door looking at me in my little towel

“WHITEY!” I yell making him flinch back realizing he was looking at me “Thank you, bye” I tell him and he quickly ran off back to the office.

Sunday:

I stood hanging hanging my wet laundry on the line for it to dry every time I moved I felt eyes on me I felt eyes burn into my skin the most whenever I had to bend to get another bit of clothing from my laundry basket I turned and saw whitey sat outside the sheriffs office on that little chair he often sleeps in, one of his elbows on the arm of the chair his head resting on his arm the other hand sat happily on the pocket close to his gun where it sat in his belt he was looking at me for sure watching me so I hung up the last of my laundry and marched over

"whitey!" I yell making him slightly jump

"ohhh Hiya y/n, somethin' the matter?" He asks not moving at all

"where you starring at me while I did my washing?" I ask him

"hummm... Ohh no I was just starring into space y/n" he shrugs getting up from his chair and I noticed it his tight brown pants hardly concealed the obvious long shape of his erect cock

"WHITEY!" I Yell as I noticed which made him notice it too

"ohhh! I uhh I was just" he stuttered

"alright I'll give you a chance explain your dam self Mr Winn" I purpose

"i-i-i I wasn't lookin' at you!" He answered "I was just... Uhh day dreamin'" he stutters very obviously lieing to me lieing badly

"day dreaming about what whitey?" I ask "be honest" I warn

"bout... About ya bendin over so much in ya garden and dreamin sexy stuff like bendin you over myself" he admits very guilty

"you dirty boy!" I complain lightly slapping the side off his face

"ooowww!" He complained holding his check where I slapped him as I went off back to my little house...

Monday:

I wondered thought town having got all my shopping and noticing the little mason jar of cookies and other little bits In my bag I always drop a jar of cookies off at the office on a Monday morning for bill and whitey during the week so I popped in. the cells empty as normal but just whitey sat in his little seat reading his little book with his legs crossed on top of the desk

"ohh mornin miss Y/n" he smiles at me putting his feet down and putting his book with the other clutter on his desk.

"hello whitey, where's bill this morning?" I ask

"ya know as much as I do y/n" he shrugs "maybe he's staying with his children today or somein'" he says

"well anyhow I have you boys stuff" I smile going and getting the old jar empty but a few stray cookie crumbs in the bottom from the side table and replacing it with this new one putting the old back in my basket

"ohh what do we get this week?" He asked excitedly coming over to see

"blueberry cookies" I answer

"aww you always make my favorite" he smiles

"well it's your or bills and bills favorite are hard to make they always burn" I sigh

"well thank you y/n" he smiles trying to get one out the jar but I slapped his hand "oww!" He complains

"not till bill gets here" I tell him as I did there other bits the water, the whiskey and making sure all there little plates and glasses where clean

"you take mighty good care of us y/n" he smiles giving me a little cuddle

"aww well I have to, you boys would starve without me" I smile nuzzling into the rough fabric of his jumper even if I wasn't the really very high on him when we hug problem with being so much smaller then him I guess we stood like this for a while until I noticed his hand slipping down "whitey" I warn but he ignored me he looked in his own little world as I felt his big yet skinny hand grab my arse cheek firmly he grunted in his own mouth as he gripped me he clearly was trying to be sneaky hoping I wouldn't notice him grabbing my arse I would have let him off it it wasn't for

"ummmmm... Ohh yeah! Ya got a sexy ass baby" he smirked almost more muttering to himself or just in general then actually to me as he moved his other hand down to grip my other arse cheek and slowly and slyly groping me I admit it was enjoyable to some extent and I can let him off for his little sexy grunting but- "ohh god! I want to fuck ya so bad" he moaned making me instantly push away from him

"ohh and you didn't mean to do that?" I began

"I uhh..." He stutters unsure how to talk himself out of that

"dirty boy" I yell slapping his face

"owww! That one really hurt" he complains so I grabbed my basket and left "y/n I'm sorry" I heard him yell from the door but I ignored him...

Tuesday:

I knelled on the floor fixing my flower beds in my garden I saw a mouse run past my gardens edge but my cat Milly got it

"Hiya y/n" I heard whitey say behind me still sounding worried as he had the last few days given the two slaps he had already gotten from me this week

"hello Mr Winn" I sigh

"did ya want any help?" He offers

"sure, why not come on help me weed" I tell him and he happily knelled beside me helping me weed the flower bed for a while until I noticed him looking at me "what?" I ask

"nothin, your dress looks pretty, I've not seen that one before?" He answered

"it's a new one" I smile

"why are ya out gardenin’ in a new dress?" He asks

"all I have clean, I need to do my laundry" I answer

"AHH, but didn't ya do a hole bunch of laundry on Sunday?" he asks

"that was all bedding whitey" I laugh

"ohh, I thought it was like your uhh..." He began before he coughed nervously "never mind" he added

"you upset you got an erection from my bedding? You though it was my undergarments I know exactly what you though whitey" I warn

"I uhhhhh I uhhh" he stuttered

"don't even think about it, I'm still mad at you for yesterday" I warn

"I said I was sorry y/n" he says "I really am I didn't mean to, I just... I just got a little desperate" he answers

"well control yourself whitey, you live in a town of almost all ladies now you can go about with your hormones so out of wack you'll be attacking every girl in town" I laugh

"I really am sorry y/n" he says "I'll make it up to you somehow? Like I'll clean your house? Or I'll do your laundry for ya?" He suggests

"it's alright whitey I forgive you, you don't mean it really your just a horny little boy" I smile giving his cheek a kiss as I return to sorting my plants

"when exactly was over the line because ya didn't instantly slap me?" He asks

"you where gone up to wanting to fuck me" I answer as I work

"I was!" He asks in shock and I nod "should have kept my dam mouth shut" he sighed as we finished up and I wiped my hands clean off the garden dirt as I did I noticed whitey looking around not sure why my little house sits behind the school house with the office just across the way at an angle built in by the other little buildings or by the vast open hills my garden completely concealed to everyone but anyone outside the office he chewed on his bottom lip as he glanced around

"what is it Whitey?" I ask confused incase he saw something I didn't but he leaped forward pushing me tight against the outside wall off my house his lips attached to mine his skin soft against me and his facial hair tickling my skin when he moved, he moved his lips against mine constantly even if I wasn't kissing him back he got close to me one of his feet between mine so I had no way of escape and he could push his body against without having his crotch on mine I assume to not let me know of the rock hard erection in his tight pants even if I could feel it against my leg a little his hands settled on my waist he often had little groans and grunts into my mouth as he kissed me he seemed very happy kissing me I just relaxed going to let him have his fun for a little while

That was until once again I felt those sly hands of his moving, at first down like with the information of how far yesterday went he was going to grope my arse again but he must have realized I he where to do that then I would be a little more off the wall and his hands slipped up and each grabbed one of my boobs though my dress

"uhh ummmm" he groaned into the kiss it was kinda funny having so much power over him until I realized

The top of my dress like most is white and whitey has been gardening with me so I pushed him away completely and noticed he had now put huge dirty hand prints on my nice new dress

"Whitey!" I yell

"I'm sorry y/n I forgot, I'll clean it for ya" he says his hands instantly going for my chest again

"no whitey!" I tell him

"ohh y/n I'm sorry I really am, I'll make it up to ya I promise" he says "just... Just let me have another feel" he groans

"no you've done enough damage this week and it's only Tuesday" I complain

"but y/n look look my hands are clean" he says quickly wiping then on his pants and jumper so they where clean or well as clean as whiteys hands get "just... Just one more please just a little one?" He begs

"ohh alright" I sigh

"ohh thank you so much y/n" he smiles cuddling close to me nuzzling his head into my neck and grabbing my boobs again as he wasn't kissing me this time I caught his sharp breaths and little grunts much more them being a inch from my ear and all "ummm they.... there so good, so round so perfect" he mutters making me giggle a little as he gropes my chest "will ya be mad at me if I said that... I very very badly wanna titty fuck your gorgeous breasts?" He moans

"yes" I warn

"I won't say it then" he groans "but by God I will be thinkin it fuckin loudly!" He moans before I felt him undoing the ties on my dress

"whitey!" I began but he forced me up against the wall again hard as he undid my ties enough to get both his hands in to grip my boobs now only having my undergarments between my skin and his hand

"ohh my god! There so big! Uhhhhh! Oh god I - Ummmm" he moans gropeing me harshly a slave to his hormones "ohh yeah, it's all I want, I'll be dreamin' bout it for weeks now slipping my cock between your perfect breasts, getting to grope them while I fuck them uhhh! I need it so bad baby! I need you!" He growled "I'm sorry I'm sorry y/n but I- I have to" he smirked

"Whitey get off!" I tell him

"I have to I have to see them please im so close" he begs his hands that where violently groping my chest now had hold of the soft thin cotton of my undergarments and it began to ripp

"WHITEY!" I scream pushing him completely off me and slapping his face hard! I did up my dress as fast as I could trying to save it as the tiny tear will get bigger now the longer I stand in it

"y/n I'm sorry, I Lost control I'm so sorry" he pleads

"save it you dirty bastard!" I yell going inside and locking up my doors ....

P2 coming Soon

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It’s over…it’s finally over.

It WAS over Soku. I had actually forgotten about you for a couple of weeks. It was nice and peaceful.

But you just had to cross the line didn’t you? Just had to hurt people because or your own damn ego.

Well...let me give you one last gifton this last train ride home, eh?

Prepare for a long and tired final post.

Prepare for a long and tried final beating.

Look, let me say this;

RWBY volume 6 is a mess and I think that’s the most charitable thing I can say after spending several years of being invested in it’s crumbling world.

Yes because the man who’ll hold up Ada Adel as someone to trust because they confirmed your biases is such a trustworthy person.

Maybe it was laziness, rushed or sheer incompetence that made this season crumble, so in my final review on rwby as a whole I may have to do some guess work at points; and after several wasted years, I’m not in a position to be charitable.

You know, Su crits like to call Rebecca Sugar lazy, rushed or just incompetent. Does that make it true then?

After all the shit you’ve caused and the pain you’ve made all in your blind egotism, I’m not in a positon to be charitable either.

Nor kind.

I gotta tell you, volume 6 tricked me, hell from what I seen it tricked alot of us, it started off good, we learned thing we should of learned volumes ago. But then I soon realized that this volume was; damage control. We learn of ozpin origins with salem only to not get to absorb it cause we soon learn through obvious reasons that maria was a silver eyed warrior and when ruby finally starts training, we meet one of jaune’s sisters, also pyrrha’s statue is there but also neo is back, but so is adam and cinder, also mercury has no semblance, tyrian has a new tail.

Nah Soku-

Pretending to apologize while trying to justify stabbing a friend in the back is trickery and damage control.

You just listed listening to criticism. Something that Miles and Kerry apparently don’t do.

see what I mean? before you could absorb one thing, two more pop up in its place and there’s such a lack in structure in the world, characters their growth development and their dimensions, the magic and power system that ruby is just a mess that gets increasingly worse as it progresses, they take one forward only to stumble several feet back and fall on their ass. And maybe one of the problem is I listen to writers commentary, to someone who doesn’t they won’t see as many problems as I do but when you actually listen to it you see the many problems it has with how this series is handled.

‘Such a lack of structure, development and systems that I won’t even try to explain myself and just feed everyone’s confirmation biases because every single time I tried explaining myself the only people who agreed where the same damn people as always with no attempts at criticism so I have long since figured out that no one around me gives a single flying shit about actual critical thought and just wants to hear their own opinions repeated and confirmed so they can feel smart instead of actually improving. Because shit, I think I’m so great that surely no one like me needs to improve.’

A reboot is at this point completely necessary and needed for this series to make even a semblance of sense. Semblance, Aura and Dust are so poorly handled and explained that they changed at several points.

Semblance was originally something you could use when your aura was completely depleted before requiring aura to use. Except when it’s not but also when it can be, it changes at the drop of a hat, we see yang use her semblance with no aura in her vol 5 trailerdespite miles changing it almost instantly afterwards…

You know, because Monty just wanted random superpowers without limitations and they had to fix that with a logical explanation because Semblances were said to0 be manifestations of Aura and yet they didn't affect each other. But yeah, that one instance that isn’t actually what you said it was because her aura didn’t break is total proof to reboot the series and scrub the original creator out of his one and only original work he wanted to make his whole life because your lying ass said so.

When I started rwby I was optimistic it could be a great show probably not spectacular or amazing but great, and while it had it’s flaws and potholes at the time they were relatively small at first, but they just kept growing and more issues popped up and…christ if you like rwby and notice it’s flaws that’s fine, but I can’t say the same for people who outright ignore the flaws people critiquing the series bring up to get mad and preach about how only positive criticism can save the show. Look as a person who started off with positive criticism I’m not saying it has no place, but you also can’t say critics be it negative from your perspective is objectively bad or unneeded, sometimes a firm but fair hand is needed.

No Soku-

You’ve been pissy that people don’t cowtow to your opinion and look at it as objective fact even though your reasoning is subjective as fuck, even as your standards shatter when faced with people who act EXACTLY like you against shows you like and you throw fits. One look through your blog, or looking at what you did to SSSN, showcases that.

Ruby’s issues are like a small flame building up, you can close your eyes and ignore the problem but sooner or later if something’s not done your house is gonna be completely on fire, and you don’t know how that may affect your surroundings, for all you know ignoring the issue caused the trees behind your house to catch fire, maybe one toppled over and landed on a neighboring house and now it’s spreading. The bottom line is weather you can get past the issue to find the things you like isn’t the problem, it’s ignoring them in the first place, if you aren’t willing to help something grow and change for the better with non rose tinted criticism then you’re not offering any help at all, you’re hindering it because you yourself refuse to change and that can be just as harmful if not worse to coddle something.

Yeah, says the guy with the tag ‘Su crits are wild’

Rwby increasingly became more unhinged as a series, the flaws turned into overlapping problems, this went from a world that felt had love and care crafted into it to a plot and world with more holes than swiss cheese, which is why so many people felt disappointed and rightfully annoyed, could you sit there and tell me if I made a series and told you one thing yet showed you another only to tell you “yeah that’s not what I meant.” in post that you wouldn’t feel even the slightest bit of cheated, lied to or had your time wasted? If not do I have a camel to sell you among other things!

Hold on...

I increasingly became more unhinged as a person, the flaws turned into overlapping problems, this went from a person with maybe some good points but still understand to a person with more psychosis than a looney bin, which is why so many people felt disappointed and rightfully annoyed, could you sit there and tell me if you said one thing and then did another, saying “yeah that’s not what I meant.” in post that you wouldn’t feel even the slightest bit of cheated, lied to or had your time wasted? If not do I have a camel to sell you among other things!

Funny how everything that falls out of your mouth applies more to you than anything else.

As a person who sat through so many lovely crafted media; I sat through paper mario and it’s whimsical tale, I watched avatar and fell in love with it’s amazing characters, world building and music, same goes for things like steven universe, final fantasy 6 (a game ironically about togetherness) ff9, the persona series, hunter x hunter, soul eater, gravity falls, Disney flicks, the dragon age series every super giant game, all these and more were handled with so much love and care and hold their structure throughout.

I. LOVE. MEDIA.

I bet those SU Crits would say the same thing, give a similar sob story of ‘I. LOVE. MEDIA.’ and say many of the same things while stabbing at SU rabidly like you do RWBY.

I spend most of my time absorbed in their stories worlds and characters to the point I studied it, twice to get two separate degrees in it because I wanted to write at a time. So when I critique rwby, call out it’s flaws and so on, it’s not a personal attack on you if you like it, but I also can’t be satisfied with where the series has gone, not because it’s not ‘my’ take but because I enjoy narrative flow, I find interest in the characters if the plot isn’t too good and vise versa, media can touch on so many amazing things and I felt at a time…that miles and kerry could do well if they tried, if they applied themselves, before becoming such mean spirited, greedy and unwilling people, and this was long before I came into the picture, long before rwde no matter how much you disagree or what to place blame.

I spend most of my time absorbed in their stories worlds and characters to the point I studied it, twice to get two separate degrees in it because I wanted to write at a time. So when I critique SU, call out it’s flaws and so on, it’s not a personal attack on you if you like it, but I also can’t be satisfied with where the series has gone, not because it’s not ‘my’ take but because I enjoy narrative flow, I find interest in the characters if the plot isn’t too good and vise versa, media can touch on so many amazing things and I felt at a time…that Rebbeca Sugar and the crewinverse could do well if they tried, if they applied themselves, before becoming such mean spirited, greedy and unwilling people, and this was long before I came into the picture, long before Su crit no matter how much you disagree or what to place blame.

I’ve heard this story more time than I can count, I don’t give a damn. You’re all the same.

Cause trust me I seen rwby stans (fans unwilling to hear criticism out and will display many hypocritical and messed up tendencies over a cartoon) not only ignore issues, tell people to kill themselves over a typed critique of a series they like, be irrational, sexist, racist or just plain stupid at times, you realize soon that the rwby tag is a cesspool of horrible people mixed in with some fans willing to discuss the issues offer fixes and healthy non annoying chats on what they like and dislike.

You mean like when you called for me and mage to be destroyed?

Or how about you attacking and betraying your own friend?

Or how about you saying all humans in RWBY are bad people because of what their ancestors did?

Or how about when you said Weiss could demand Neptune be beaten to shit because ‘she’ a woman therefore we shouldn’t tell her how to act’?

Or about literally 99% of your posts?

Or how about that fact that you just described the RWDE tag?

Which confuses me as an individual cause I feel personally you can and should review rwby without threat of an anonymous person telling you to die over your opinion or one of the writers telling people to…enact physical violence on fans who don’t watch the supplemental material they hide, don’t promote to a casual audience and contradict and retcon on a constant basis. And sometimes it’s through a panel or a tweet, a casual rwby fan wouldn’t even catch unless they constantly follow the writers around or have someone dedicated enough to do so.

Which confuses me as an individual cause I feel personally you can and should write media without threat of an anonymous person telling you to die over your opinion or one of the 'critics’ telling people to…enact physical violence on fans who don’t watch the supplemental material they hide, don’t promote to a casual audience and contradict and retcon on a constant basis. And sometimes it’s through a panel or a tweet, a casual rwby fan wouldn’t even catch unless they constantly follow the writers around or have someone dedicated enough to do so.

Yeah, see Soku-

Not only have you NOT proven that Miles or Kerry have promoted violence but YOU have. So uh, when’s the post calling yourself out?

And all the stuff I mention and want isn’t impossible or asking too much honestly, I’d like the writers to be honest and fair to their fanbase, like anyone would, I’d like the to listen to actual critique and hire someone who can guide them so it doesn’t turn into one big “damage control” arc, The characters need more substance and need more screen time to grow as characters and fighters, when your fans excuse character growth with “Well animation is hard, not everything could be onscreen it could happen offscreen.” you have a problem, can you imagine ed just showing up with alphonse and it never being explained and I go “well animation is hard.” yeah that goes without saying but at the same time there are writers, creators and so on who get paid less, have smaller teams and sometimes just teams of two people to work hard on their craft, so never EVER ever excuse jump cuts and lack of characterization, structure and development when better writers are out there busting their asses.

Do not be that guy.

Why should they be fair and honest when you refuse to be?

Why should they listen to critique when you refuse to and demand other creators ignore critics and mock them?

Why should they when you will just ignore any substance?

Why should they when you will NEVER give a damn or even show BASIC HUMAN DECENCY?

Mind giving me a reason Soku, before you start screaming racism?

*sigh* I been sitting here thinking how how I could end this, how after several years of a fast decline in quality, what’s something I could possibly leave this on? What can I say past this point? I been actually sitting in stunned silence trying to mull it over. I guess all I can say is, if you like rwby fair, fine, despite the major holes I discuss fixes with the series, I draw characters, try fixing the crumbling road of rwby trying hard to understand it, make no mistakes that when I critique it it’s not coming from a place of contempt for the series, but of disappointment in how far it’s fallen and how it could have been good if miles and kerry took the hand offered, it wouldn’t lead them down the most comfortable road, but they’d gain experience from it and could fix the series possibly for the better, and if you again like rwby, do not allow rose tinted goggles to blind you from the issues of the series, the ever growing problems with the series and the unwillingness for the writers to change and grow, do not allow more writers to turn into david cage, M Night Shyamalan, or stephenie meyer.

You know-

Despite the fact that you just gotten into shit for attacking people for liking RWBY and have accused the writers of bullshit you can’t prove while effectively calling them the writing equivalents of Adolf Hitler.

Sure, and I’m not filled with burning rage.

If you want the best for the rwby series and the rwby brand then you cannot accept it’s mediocrity, you need to be vocal otherwise the writers won’t be incentivized to do better. And it doesn’t have to be straight up criticism, you can word it your way as long as it helps the writing grow, but at the point we’re at and how nice or not miles and kerry take current criticism rwby will continue to plummet and honestly that’s a disappointment.

https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/182206020052/how-can-you-watch-this-show-and-not-have-the

How can you watch this show and not have the biggest smile on your face the entire time?

It’s so good!

It could end here and be the perfect ending!

This is an amazing show and you can definetly tell there’s so much love and care put into every bit of it.

https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/181468603497/i-saw-someone-whining-about-how-there-was-no-need

There’s so little information on this at the moment, there’s theory crafting and there’s what SU crits do and making very opinionated arguments with little information and treating it as factual.

https://owoniverse.tumblr.com/post/182379982566/su-fans-since-gem-civilization-probably-doesnt

su fans: since gem civilization probably doesnt know what a fascist is the diamond authority obviously cant be called fascists despite them fitting the definition perfectly!!! therefore you cant criticize them and i can continue making my ship art of the fandoms favorite abusive parents uwu im so smart 🥰

http://sushigal007.tumblr.com/post/182383811096/and-now-its-time-for-the-finale-i-may-have-to

But no, we’re gonna redeem White too now, just like we redeemed Yellow and Blue and Uncle An/dy, with a long, tearful speech about feelings. And now we know we’re getting another season, we’ll probably also get an episode where Sour Cr/eam decides he wants to give Mar/ty another chance and Mar/ty cries and becomes a good dad instantly.

http://jjsupremacy.tumblr.com/post/182369753512/if-id-known-the-su-fandom-was-this-stupid-id

If I’d known the su fandom was this stupid I’d have made a straight up critical blog years ago because watching them try to “drag” me is legit the most fun I’ve had in weeks 😂😂😂 I’m just so fucking amused right now. You criticize a show and they have an aneurysm like monkeys during feeding time at the zoo

http://mellowfilmmaker.tumblr.com/post/182363307164/steven-universe-change-your-mind-review

Maybe that’s a bit too harsh, but I’ve had the habit of going too easy on this show (like in hindsight, Familiar should’ve gotten a lower rating from me). Also just based on the impact the episode had on me personally, I cannot rate it any higher. There’s definitely worse stuff out there, but as far as SU is concerned, this is almost as bad as it gets.

And now, for the coup de grace-

https://lily-orchard.tumblr.com/post/182371331100/i-remember-once-i-was-talking-to-my-best-friend-on

Arguing this is “the only string to critics bow” is to try and pretend as if criticism becomes invalid if it’s repeated enough. But it’s the biggest string to critics’ bow precisely because it is the main, central, thematic problem with Steven Universe. When talking about Steven Universe, it is the biggest problem with the show and no other critical aspect is going to make it better until it’s solved.

No amount of fixing the animation is going to do shit until this gaping, festering, diseased wound is fixed.

https://lily-orchard.tumblr.com/post/182369752565/every-time-i-try-to-raise-awareness-of-how

But the kids deserve better. They don’t deserve this fucking garbage and they shouldn’t be forced to have this garbage just because a few fucking Tumblr Tots want to wrap themselves womb-like in their worship of a moronic, tone deaf shite-hawk like Rebecca Sugar.

Ah Soku-

If you want what’s best for Steven Universe, you need to stop accepting it’s mediocrity. After all, Rebecca Sugar won’t listen otherwise and the quality will plummet still.

After all, the Su crits say the same things as you so surely they’re correct...right?

To all fellow rwde and non rwde who have supported me thus far? Thank you, this has been a wild ride and while we possibly haven’t seen eye to eye I enjoyed and learn alot from watching you over the years, and now I think it’s finally time for the vet to retire and get the chair to new people, I received alot of kind messages from this and they touched my heart, take care rwby critics, it’s been real.

You know, except not an hour later you started your bitchfest again and two days later, stabbed your friend in the back and then tried to justify it.

But if this truly is your last train home, I can take peace knowing you ride home in shame, exposed for the hypocrite you are, forced to see your reflection and made into a complete and total joke.

Enjoy that ride Soku, no one will miss you once someone starts confirming their biases and you’re nothing more than a fart in the wind.

#sokumotanaka

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