#you see if he has to save water for actual fights he could just fly instead

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Ok random thought, but like,.would theoretically Kit be able to fly with his ears???

Cause Cream does, I have no fucking clue how (some suspension of disbelief is still alive for Tails cause he can helicopter but also how the fuck) so does Kit just have to flop his lill ears and he'd ascend or-

[neo-percs]

BODY PARTY:: (Jung Jaehyun)

WARNING:: professional boxer! Jaehyun , blood, fighting, rough sex, marking, slight public sex, manager! reader, man handling, oral.

SUMMARY:: after yet another win for Jaehyun you insist on cleaning his cuts after a shower leads to the both of you celebrating in a completely different way than expected.

WORDCOUNT:: 5.8K

A/N:: my first actual post on this blog I’m actually excited, this was not revised at all so if there are any errors please do not MIND and if I miss any of the warnings please let me know😭🫶🏽.

You were front row watching Jaehyun, the smell of sweat and stale concession stand food almost made you feel nauseous if it wasn't for the way he was bouncing on the tips of his feet waiting for his opponent to tap gloves with him, clenching his teeth against his mouth guard showing off his prominent and sharp jawline.

Once and a while you could see his sharp eyes flicker from the referee and the guy he was facing. In the front row dressed all pretty, wearing one of the necklaces he had gifted to you and a cute small dress was you; his manager. He knew people didn't take him seriously because of how polite and pretty you were. They expected easy losses out of him, but if they saw how lenient you were during his training sessions or before his matches they'd understand you weren't just some airhead.

He watched as you gave him a bright smile and a thumbs up. He couldn't help the smirk on his lips. "Who's that? She's something ain't that right Jung?" His opponent laughed at the sly comment while his greedy eyes never left your figure. Jaehyun felt his brow twitch at the words "watch your mouth" he said sternly as he felt heat on his skin from sheer annoyance.

"That's your play thing Jung?" The man asks with a scoff, Jaehyun knew he was trying to be funny; trying to get to his head, but he's done this way too many times to even let it get under his skin. That wasn't going to stop him from ripping whoever this guy was apart and going back to his hotel with double the money he came in with. Not even bothering to answer him he knocks gloves with him and steps back while the ref signals the bell to chime.

You prepped Jaehyun for this, he knew what he was getting into when he signed to fight the boy who was about a year or two older than him, he was much newer to fighting in the ring which was just an advantage. But since Jaehyun had been doing this since he graduated high school he was much more experienced with the fighters, and the atmosphere. You could only count how many losses Jaehyun has had on one hand and you knew for a fact that Jaehyun wasn't going to fly all the way from Seoul to Brooklyn without putting in the work for a show.

The both of them circling around the ring with raised gloves nearing closer to exchange punches, and kicks. You could never understand how Jaehyun took a punch like it was nothing, almost like he enjoyed taking the hits, because it did nothing but push him to hit back harder. Jaehyun always knew how to get the crowd going, he would fight at least two rounds before absolutely running through his opponent until they gave up or it was a K.O regardless every time he did it he always had a crowd coming back for another fight.

He was on his 2 minute break in between rounds, the cutmen sitting him in his corner as he poured water into his hair and mouth letting the water spill into a metal bucket coming out pink, putting Vaseline on his cuts that were starting to bleed out. Jaehyun usually would've dropped his opponent by now, he was a shit talker and Jaehyun just let anything he heard go from one ear out the other, and it was usually the same bullshit.

'You can't fight' or 'your good looks won't save you' and Jaehyun never took it to heart because it's the same people talking that are being knocked on their ass and being wheeled back to their locker rooms. But this guy, no. He was bringing you into this, and Jaehyun had no reason to give him any remorse especially when he was being straight up vile and gross.

When they were both called back into the center Jaehyun could feel the sweat and water build up on his neck and shoulders. Jaehyun watches his opponent as if he was waiting for the right moment to send him to the ground, holding up his fist damn near ready to pounce on the guy who was just as tall if not a few inches taller than Jaehyun, blonde and tattoos all over his skin that nobody could miss.

Jaehyun couldn't miss the smirk on his lips as he sauntered towards him throwing sloppy and lazy punches that were barely even landing "you think your girl would wear that dress for me when I get her in bed?" He asked, huffing out almost slurring his words. Jaehyun could only clench his fist feeling a wave of straight anger wash over him completely. Cocking his hand back and letting one loose right to the center of the blonde's face he didn't stop as he saw him drop to the floor.

Straddling over his hips Jaehyun didn't hesitate to keep the hits going, one after the other people in the crowd almost shocked at how he wasn't letting up regardless of how you could tell the man under him was knocked out. "The fuck is he doing? He's gonna throw the match" you could hear Hyuck just a seat away looking almost stressed watching his friend use his opponent like a personal punching bag.

When the referee pulled at his shoulder Jaehyun finally pulled away with the deepest glare you've ever seen on his face, his gloves stained a crimson shade as he backed away from the unconscious and bloody man on the floor. Waiting to see if the man could beat a simple 10 count and get back to his feet but failed Jaehyun's hand was raised in all its glory as they announced his win.

The warm and sticky blood that gathered in small chunks at his hairline, and split lip, and dark bruises on the corner of jaw and the expanse of his back and shoulders began to bloom while sweat was dripping off his body. He stood in the middle of the ring as his publicity team swarmed in with congratulations and after party plans.

Leaving the small barricades that separated the crowd and the ring you find yourself going through the ropes and inside the squared ring filled with your coworkers and friends. Smiling as you near him, the copper smell of blood and hints of sweat filled your lungs as you can feel the mat underneath your feet shake from the jumping and cheering Jaehyun stood with a similar smile holding open his arms for you to hug him.

Regardless of his sweat seeping through the fabric of your dress or how warm all over you felt under his embrace you mumble words of encouragement "you did good, I'm proud of you. But you gotta stop losing your temper" you shake your head grasping his wrist that rested on your lower back comfortably.

Lifting over both of your heads you both face the crowd with smiles as you knew the both of your faces would be in the tabloids by the next morning, but from all the yelling and talking over other people you could feel a headache coming. Though it didn't matter much as you, Jaehyun, and the rest of your team decided to retreat back to his locker room.

Being stopped along the way by the press asking him questions, his heavy arm around your waist as he smiles and answers the simple questions, answering a few questions yourself as you hold Jaehyun's gloves under your arm you could feel his eyes practically burn through you when it was your turn to speak.

The both of you are making into the less busy locker room a few of his friends sticking around to make plans. Jaehyun sat on the padded bench as he looked at his taped up hands and wrist, he could feel dried up blood building up at his hairline and the small split on the middle of his lip starting to become sore.

You sit down beside him as Mark and Hyuck talk about plans of a dinner or a get-together later tonight in celebration, but you could tell that Jaehyun wasn't really listening. Your brows scrunch together as you see him picking at the tape trying to unravel it and his silence was slowly becoming apparent. "You guys wanna give us a minute? I'll call you if we need anything" you mumbled to them as they eye their friend worriedly the youngest nodded.

They retreat to the door "we're gonna head back to the hotel, if you do decide to go out tonight just give me a call" Mark mumbles before closing the door behind them. The silence in the room starts to get louder, your mouth opens but your words die in your throat seeing him finally getting the dingy tape off his skin and releasing a sigh.

Tossing the blood stained adhesive into the trash he walks further into his locker room towards his shower , you could hear the water hitting the tile and small grunts and winces of pain as he cleans off the blood and cuts off his body with soap and water. You space out for a while and let Jaehyun think in peace, you knew he would tell you whatever was on his mind sooner or later.

But once he finally finished showering you watched him walk back into the main area the cuts on his face still fresh and bleeding, it bugged you. His towel low on his hips, and his hair clean and messily slicked back with a few thin strands falling in his face. "You want me to clean your cuts so we can get out of here faster?" You ask quietly, watching him sit in a metal chair that sits in front of a long mirror. Shrugging at your question, you took your chance.

Opening the nearest locker you find a mini first aid kit, seeing everything you need inside you sit on the floor beside the leg of the chair and open a small pack of cotton pads, and rubbing alcohol. The smell alone made both of your faces scrunch as you lean close to his face attempting to find the cuts covered in dried blood.

"You wanna tell me why you beat that dude's face in?" You ask as you gently swiped away at the cut on the corner of his forehead that made him shut his eyes tightly at the stinging pain. "Doesn't matter," he said as his hands tightened around the edges of his seat. "It does if you almost threw a match because of it. I don't get why all of a sudden you're being your normal self, and next thing you know you are bashing his face in" you huff.

You and Jaehyun have gone over things with his anger and little to none patience, Jaehyun has moved past being provoked and talked down to, and ever since you've never seen him lose his cool like that up until now. "Even if it's something dumb, you know you can tell me right?" You ask as you discard the bloody cotton pad.

Sighing Jaehyun caves as he opens his eyes to meet your gaze "he was talking about you" he mumbled. His voice is gruff and frustrated, you can tell he was getting angry just rethinking about it. "What?" You were confused, what could have possibly set Jaehyun off about you? "He was talking about sleeping with you, just being disrespectful and shit" he rolled his eyes.

You scoff "you got mad about that?" You ask which makes his brows furrow at the question "of course I'm gonna get mad y/n, we work together. I know you personally, and I'm not gonna let somebody talk about you like that" he said, you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin as he spoke. "You shouldn't. You have more to worry about than some dude talking shit" you say picking up another pad and putting alcohol on it, you tilt his chin looking at his cuts.

"Well I do. I don't like when people talk about you in any way, you just do your job and you get shit on for no reason" he explains which makes you roll your eyes yet look to meet his gaze as you feel him stare into your soul. "It's a part of my job. I knew what I signed up for, even if you don't like it that's not gonna keep people from doing it. Don't get so worked up over it" you shake your head at him.

The silence in the locker room was becoming overbearing, holding a strong glare. Jaehyun was not listening to a single word you had to say, he didn't care if this was your job or not, you don't deserve that. His bruised hand reaching your jaw, his thumb drawing comforting circles on your skin "you don't deserve that, that's why I'm so worked up over it. You've been around since my first match, were roommates. I know everything there is to know about you, so why would I not get upset over shit like that?" He asks but more rhetorically.

"Your job is to fight Jae, not bash peoples heads in because of a stupid friend" you mumbled shaking your head showing your disapproval once more, you move his hand to clean up his cuts once more. "You're not just a stupid friend" he scoffs. "I am, the only thing I really do is look out for your schedule, your P.R interviews and shit. Nothing special" you let out a small chuckle under your breath. Standing him to your full height

Jaehyun's eyes never leave your face as he pulls at your wrist moving it away from his face, his hand that once cupped your jaw pulls you in, Jaehyun closing the remainder of space between you both as his soft lips press to yours. You felt like you had been shocked, you didn't move for what felt like seconds until you pulled away and blinked rapidly. "I don't want you to be just some stupid friend or manager to me" he whispered.

You huff out a sigh before leaning back in and pressing your lips to his, being more confident with your actions your hands find themselves raking through his hair tugging it softly, groaning against your lips.

Letting out a small groan, Jaehyun's hand makes way to the fabric of your dress, clutching it in his fist and pulling your hips closer against him sends him into a small daze.

His tongue now licking a stripe on your bottom lip begging for access, parting your lips, his tongue immediately brushing against yours, mixing your saliva. As you suck on his tongue the remnants of blood and mint. Realizing what the both of you are doing you pull away "we shouldn't be doing this" you say.

Your foreheads pressed together and noses grazing each other, Jaehyun shakes his head "I don't care about all of that right now" he slurs feeling the weight of the punches and kicks he had taken. Kissing at the corner of your lip smudging your lipgloss.

Jaehyun has always been professional with you, outside of work you two are like the best of friends, this was a line you had never thought to cross said line, but the feeling of his lips against yours made you feel fuzzy. You didn't care about the line anymore and both of you are now toppling over it. "I just want you" he mumbled as he pressed his nose against yours eye, clouded with an unknown feeling.

You smile lazily as you lean into him, giving him a chaste kiss. You both smile like kids as you pull apart. His hands trail from the bunched up fabric of your dress to your thighs pulling them apart "sit" he whispers making you nod and blink dreamily as you choke back a whimper at the sheer friction between his thighs and your pussy.

Arching your back until your chests press against each other, hands all over each other touching any part of each other that possibly could be in this position. Jaehyun couldn't help but grind up against you as the warmth of your core rubs against the throbbing bulge held behind his towel, the fabric running against the both of you earning a moan.

Pressing your lips against Jaehyun eager to steal ever last breath out of his lungs as your hands grip at his hair. Jaehyun doesn't hide his needs as his hands slide all around your body anywhere he could reach. Moaning against each others lips Jaehyun presses his forehead against yours as you both part panting against each other.

"You really wanna do this here?" He asks huskily turning you on even more. "I don't care if we did it in the car I just want you Jae" you whisper against his lips making him smile, feeling on top of the world at your response. Jaehyun knew his feelings for you were beyond just Manager and client, but he knew to never go beyond that. But right now... he really didn't give a damn.

Pulling the tight skirt of your dress over your ass until it bunches at the waist, his palms Slide Over the soft skin as your lace panties; wet and sticky cover everything he's craving at the moment. Groping and kneading the skin harshly making you moan as your hips press down against his once again, his hands guide you against his towel covered lap.

Biting your lip harsh enough you could almost break flesh. "You think you can cum like this for me?" He asks sending shivers up your spine thinking of rutting yourself against the brunette man until you hit your peak "mhm" you respond giving a small nod choking up your words with whimpers.

Your arms slink around his shoulder as you rest your head against the nape of his neck letting stimulation get the best of you. The fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit makes you feel utterly dizzy. "Just like that, you feel good?" He asks under his breath landing a harsh slap against your ass making you moan louder "feels so good" you whimper "you make me feel good jae" you moan as your hips recoil into his as the tension in your stomach grows.

Jaehyun could feel a wet patch of your slick deep through the towel over his hard cock making him bite his lip in satisfaction. He could see how much faster your hips are grinding into him showing how close you were to cumming, Jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist pressing your chest tightly to his as he grinds up against you.

The sound of the chair scraping against the concrete floors is almost background sounds to the both of you too wrapped up in getting your much wanted orgasm. "You're gonna make me cum" you whine as your eyes shut tightly and your eyebrows scrunch together "yeah? Do it" he says sternly making you shutter as your jaw slacks at the overwhelming feeling "fuck" you sob as your nails dig into Jaehyuns back.

Hissing at the feeling Jaehyuns hips come to a stop, his hands rub your thighs as they slightly shake. "You okay?" He asks with an airy laugh at your fatigued face that pulls away from his body "yeah, just give me a second" you whisper coming down from your high as the constant throbbing between your thighs starts.

Pulling yourself out of his lap your knees buckle feeling like jelly, you lower yourself fully until your knees press into the harsh concrete, not minding it much your hands trail over the white towel tucked around Jaehyuns waist, looking up at him with soft eyes "you don't have to do anything" he speaks up and it makes you smile. This was the considerate and caring Jaehyun you had always known, never selfish and always seeking just a smidgen of approval from anyone he could when he could.

"I want to do this with you, nobody else" you say as your fingers brush against the skin of his lower stomach as they hook over the tightly wrapped towel. You were eager, the new found feeling was overstimulating in all the right ways. Pulling the fabric away from his lap now completely exposed to the cold air Jaehyun shivers, he doesn't know if it's from excitement or the decrease in temperature but either way he felt like he was in heaven.

The way your hands travel over his thighs makes his breath get caught in his throat, your eyes rake over his body with a look he's never seen on your face but regardless he loves it. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his cock into your fist, slowly jerking  and teasing the tip with your thumb.

His head falls back with no support from the chair he mutters out "fuck" as his hands grip at the towel underneath him. And when you finally put him in your mouth, finally swallow down the already there taste of him on your tongue—you both let out a moan. Can feel the top half of him shift like his head has fallen back, an image of his beautifully parted mouth hung open, eyes screwed shut in pleasure has you moaning against him again; your body on fire, your pussy aching.

You match the pumps of your hand with the drag of your mouth up and down his dick. Swirl your tongue around the head and suck when you reach it. Let yourself go as far as your gag reflex will let you until you're gagging around him and he's is cursing and digging his nails into the mattress once again.

And when you steal a glance to the side you can see how red his knuckles look from the death grip he has the towel. How his fingers twitch and hand runs along his thigh, acting as if he wants to touch you but not daring to. You steal another glance up at him, "oh fuck" tumbling from his lips when your eyes meet; he looks so desperate in the moment. He didn't want release he needed it, Jaehyun had never been a begging man but in the moment Jaehyun would do just about anything to cum.

you keep your nose pressed into the skin of his pelvis until you physically can't, pulling off of him with a loud pop. your cheek is wet with tears, and your chin is slick with spit, the two coalescing at the tip into a sticky mess.

the sight makes him twitch in your hand, because this is what he's been dreaming of. This was his selfish wish, to see you below him with this expression. eyes all doe-eyed and desperate. But it also doesn't take Jaehyun much time before he lets his eyes flutter shut his hips now slowly bucking into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your throat closing around him tightly.

he can’t help but to reach out and rub the heavy pad of his thumb over your parting lips, pressing the salty digit flat against your tongue, and retreating it in the same breath to hook it around your cheek.

a string of profanities leave his lips. he’s close, and you can tell by the way he begins to fuck into your face with a slight roughness. to guide him there, you begin to hollow your cheeks and narrow your throat, using a single hand to massage his thigh digging your nails into his skin.

he can feel you start to get riled up, and when you start to scratch and claw at his thighs for air, that does it for him. with a final, lazy thrust, he releases the entirety of his load down your throat, keeping you pressed down on him until he’s sure every last bit has been spilled.

Pulling away slowly your breathing uneven and filled with small coughs and hiccups, your hand rests on his scratched up thighs, Jaehyun looks at you with nothing but lust. Your swollen lips, your mascara staining your cheeks, his hand cupping your jaw to bring you close his nose brushing against yours as your heavy breathing mixes with his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he grumbles as he presses his lips against yours harshly parting your lips with his tongue messily running yours against his. Slowly without breaking the kiss Jaehyun moves himself out of the chair, his own knees feeling a slight sting at the feeling. Guiding you down to your back as the kisses grows more hungry as he grinds his bare cock against your panties growing frustrated at the very little skin on skin contact, his hands settling on your upper thighs slither until his hands are underneath the fabric of your dress.

His fingers find the elastic band of your panties finally pushing them down your thighs and past your ankles where he recklessly tosses them out of his way to only who knows where. Your dress being the only obstacle left he pulls the zipper tugging your arms through the sleeves easily he damn near rips you dress off at the seems just to see your body in all its glory. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you not even for a second his eyes follow every dip and curve with the most adoration one could hold in their gaze and it makes you feel warm.

His eyes rake over you from top to bottom as his eyes latch onto the sight of your thighs glistening in slick. He hissed through his teeth absentmindedly his hand gently travels between your thighs as his thumb presses between your slit making friction with your sensitive clit making you whine at the feeling. His hand leaving your body he takes his length into his own hand gripping himself.

"You look so good like this" He says as he presses his tip against your slit teasingly sliding against it as it makes a slick sound as your essence covers his tip and shaft, dipping his tip into your entrance Jaehyun sucks in a deep breath as he pushes into you groaning at the feeling of your tight walls enveloping his tip.

Pushing deeper inside you he lets out a moan "fuck you feel so good" he says as he catches his bottom lip in between his teeth. "You're so big" you gasp, feeling how good he filled you up to the brim as you feel him begin to slowly move. Jaehyun couldn't get enough of the sight as his cock disappeared inside your pussy.

His cock buried deep inside you that you moan and your nails into the pillow your chest was pressed againstsetting a pace for bouncing against him. The feeling of your velvety walls tightening around making him choke back a moan.

"Oh- god" you whisper shakily. His hands holding onto your hips guiding a pace, the soft sound of skin slapping with your small moans could be heard throughout the room.

A small sheen of sweat on your skin and your makeup smeared while your ass bounced on his cock it was addicting. "You like being fucked like this?" He asks as he bucks his hips into your sharply.

Moaning at his dirty words and sudden surge of confidence your head falls into the palm of your hand muffling your sweet voice Jaehyun's palm sharply smacks your ass "Answer me" he says groaning as he soothes the stinging feelings on your warm skin.

"Mhm, I want people to hear how good you fuck me" you say lifting your head from the pillow as you bite your bottom lip hard as you hear how wet you are with each thrust he gave you.

Jaehyun; eager to let his load off inside you, holds your hips stopping you from bouncing any longer and begins to thrust his hips into you harder. The feeling of his tip pushing at your cervix.

His hips piston into you as your thighs and ass jiggle at the repetitive thrusts "right there" You moan as you feel him pounding in a certain part of your walls. You tighten around him as your essence forms a white ring around the base of his dick.

"Just like that, I just want you to cum inside me" you babble mindlessly as his stomach churns at the words spewing out. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up with my cum?" he groans as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten and his death grip on the fat of your ass almost sending you over the edge if it wasn't for how hard he was pounding you.

You nod eagerly as you begin to alternate between grinding and bouncing, your nails drag against his inner thigh leaving behind a red and irritated trail- yet he didn't mind it as it pushed him closer to his orgasm.

Leaning down to him your moans against each other's lips push you closer and closer. Your back arching even more as you move faster wanting to cum so badly "keep going. Don't stop" he groaned, letting his head fall back.

His hair messily pushed against his forehead as it was covered in sweat and his eyes rolled back "god I'm gonna cum" he says breathily as you grind back against him to meet his thrusts as the sticky sound of him pounding your sloppy pussy resides in the air of the locker room.

The room was warm and all you could care about was how good your best friend was fucking you. "You like having an audience to be fucked like a slut in front of huh?" He says as he grips onto your hips harder to stop your movement as he pounds into a spongy part of your walls.

His hair sticking to his forehead and his breath becoming heavier "I loved being fucked like a slut" you rasp as you hear his breathy laugh at your words desperate to feel release "good" he says as he fucks into you harder. "Tell me how much of a slut you are" he groans as his nails dig into your hips, "I'm such a fucking slut for you, god I'm your cockslut" you whine as his thrusts are deeper and sharp it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Pulling your back to his chest hitting an angle inside you that made you see white as your ass bounced into his lap your hands desperately thrash to grip your own thigh as a result of overwhelming pleasure.. "Oh fuck- just like that, You're gonna make me cum" he moaned deeply into the nape of your neck.

Letting out a string of whines you clench harder "I’m close" he moaned as he began to twitch inside you, his words buzzing in your ears making you grind against him eagerly "please let me cum" you beg as you turn your head over your shoulder to look at Jaehyun who was absolutely pussy drunk on the feeling of you.

"You gonna cum?" he asks as his hand falls between your thighs, his fingers press against your clit "You gonna fucking cum?" he asks rhetorically as his words slur, you nod as your breathing becomes uneven "do it" he says pushing you back down into the cold ground roughly gripping your hips and you were sure it would leave bruises his eyes roll back as he feels how you clench around him and let your orgasm washes over you, with a few more hard thrusts he would also be tipping over the edge to his orgasm moaning as his thick white strings of cum fills you up leaving your body feeling warm and fuzzy.

Fucking you both through your highs your thighs clench shut as overstimulation creeps up on you your moans began to come out choked which makes Jaehyun slow down his pace until his hips were no longer moving against yours.

Pulling out you both hiss, as his cum drips down your thigh Jaehyun chuckles at the sight almost wanting to use his fingers to fuck his cum back inside you but deems you're too fucked out. He pulls away completely standing on shaky legs walking off to the bathroom to grab a clean towel wet with warm water to clean you off. You breathe heavily, almost too lazy to pick yourself up looking at the mirror perched against the wall seeing how your face was most likely in it.

Your actions finally sink in. You hear the footsteps near you, Jaehyun walks back into the locker room he wipes you off rubbing small soothing circles into your thighs he wipes you down clean. Jaehyun would be sure you were getting treatment you deserve even if it wasn’t in the most romantic place.

After he takes care of you can hear "I'm sorry if I was being too rough," he says softly as he looks at you with soft eyes “don't worry about it. I like that stuff anyways" you say with a chuckle you roll over onto your side you look at your best friend "it felt good. No need to be sorry" you say waving him off. Jaehyun sighs in content, almost nervous that he had hurt you or took too much of his anger out on you.

“Get up, you need a shower before we go back to the hotel” he says rubbing your sore thighs. You bite back a groan as you think about actually having to leave your spot on the ground. Your body feeling sticky and covered in sweat, You cave sitting up. You press your hand to your sore back thinking about how harshly your back had been pushed against it. Jaehyun holds a hand out to you as he coaxes you into a warm shower.

You hadn’t thought about the fall out of the matter, you have in fact slept with your best friend, the person you live with, and spend every day with. You had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow but you didn’t let that thought sink in that much as well when Jaehyun’s more intimate with you, the lingering touches, the small pecks on your lips as he washes you up with the soap he had packed in his bag. The smell of him washes over you as you let all of your thoughts wash away with the soapy water down the drain of the shower.

You'd just have to worry about it another time.

[kurogxrix]

Rust In Peace

Hobie Brown x Reader

IN WHICH a day in with your boyfriend Hobie turns into a play fight. However he often tends to forget how strong he actually is, and you suffer the consequences.

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“That game’s rubbish, ain’t no spider movin’ like that i’m telling ya’” the deep sound of your boyfriend’s voice made you jump, nearly making you drop your controller as he appeared from seemingly nowhere. Obviously he didn't, because his dripping hair and loosely tied towel that threatened to fall off of his waist told you otherwise.

“How would you know that this is not how spiders move?” you rolled your eyes playfully at him, tone dripping with sarcasm as you turned back around to face the small TV screen. 

“Ha. Ha. Funny.” Your boyfriend muttered out in a dry tone, much to your amusement. Hobie made his way towards you, both of your backs pressed comfortably against your couch as you sat on the floor. His hair dripped water everywhere, wetting your shoulder as you voiced out your complaints. 

The loud sounds of your playstation probably overheating went deaf to his ears as he stared at you. His attention derived from the “Spider-Man 2” game that was currently running on the screen that you seemed so interested in. Without warning, Hobie threw an arm around you, pulling you flushed against his side as he laid his head above yours. 

You paused your game immediately as you felt the wet sensation of Hobie’s hair drenching your own curls, creating a wet spot all the way down to the sleeves that covered your shoulders. The shirt wasn’t even yours in fact, the white ‘Misfits’ skull over the black fabric was evidently Hobie’s. 

“God, Hobie move!” you yelled, half laughing and half serious as you tried to pry yourself out of his undying grip. Though the man only continued to pull you closer to him, this time, he pointed his hair towards you in an aim of intentionally getting you drenched. Your struggling only got the both of you shuffling along your apartment’s floor, entangling your limps with the unfortunate wires that were lying besides you both. 

You could’ve sworn that Hobie had started tickling you at some point, or maybe you’d started laughing louder out of nowhere. You’d never know, Hobie just seemed to have that effect on people. He was everything that’d make a woman giggle, let alone laugh hysterically like you were right now. He was charming and a little bit tough spoken at times, two different natures that clashed together in the most attractive mix possible. 

“Oh ya’ want me to move? Sure i’ll move for you sweetheart.” Before you could even register what was happening, his arms unlatched from your shoulders as you back hit the ground with a thud. You managed to save your head from hitting the floor, despite his move being unexpected. You nearly wanted to smash a vase into your boyfriend's face at the sound of his laughter, and damn did his move just declare an open war. 

You sat up straight, hair chaotically out of place as you tried to puff it back to what it used to resemble. You crawled quietly towards the sofa as Hobie watched you between narrow eyes, he was no stranger to your intentions. 

“I wouldn’t do that if i was you, darlin’' he spoke, but you paid no mind to it as a pillow came flying towards his face. Plainly missing him because of your shitty aim, Hobie’s expression contorted to one of amusement once more. With heavy footsteps, Hobie approached you with a near-maliciouslook in his eyes. And like a prey to a beast, you found yourself being enabled to move. 

Soon enough, his large palms were at your sides. His calloused fingers slide underneath your shirt to grip at your naked skin, the rough skin of his hands itching at your own. Without a further warning, Hobie hoisted you onto his shoulders without much difficulty. You struggled in his arms, trying desperately to escape his hold despite the wide smile that occupied your features. A smile that mirrored his own. 

To the open eye, it was odd to see a genuine smile gracing the man’s face. If anything, the maximum they’d receive was a cunning smirk or that sly grin of his. Though you were glad to be blessed with the ability to witness such a scene, it made you feel special - and in Hobie’s heart; you were. 

Out of nowhere, you felt Hobie’s arms tighten around your middle, forcing a grunt out of you. Your blindness to the situation - given that you were literally facing the opposite side that your boyfriend currently was - made you unaware of his direction. You felt stupid for being unable to detect his route, because this was your own home. His spaced steps made it hard for you to even get a stable look at your surroundings, and unfortunately for you, you had arrived in your bedroom before you could even decipher. 

He threw you rather disgracefully against your own bed, making the mattress recoil under the sheer force of his throw. Before you could even fully register things, the tall punk was hovering right atop of you. The sight of the setting sun’s orange hue hitting his dark skin was something that you’d wish to engrave in your brain forever. He was beautiful, an art piece sculpted in some sort of grungy museum itself. Though the sore sight of him made you breathless, for now you had a boyfriend to fight, so it could wait. 

His hands attacked you first, finding your sore spots as he tickled you unrelentlessly. God and if you couldn’t breathe from the sight of him before, you most probably couldn’t now. With both your hands at his shoulders and feet at his waist, you attempted to push him off, but damn was he sturdy. 

He wouldn’t move, stuck there like a damned plank as he continued to tickle you. 

You were laughing, sure, and it was all fun and games until Hobie moved you up by the waist, the top of your head colliding painfully against your headboard. The pain was so unexpected that it took you a moment to react, simply lying there as your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath. 

Then, it all hit you. The awful throbbing that came as an aftermath of the hit. The staggering tingle that it left behind as it felt like your brain was having some sort of disco party in there. Then finally came the tears that prickled in your eyes involuntarily, and the unnecessary additional pain that came with you biting your lips and you tried to stop the tears from escaping. Damn did it hurt so bad but you couldn’t even blame Hobie because you knew that it wasn’t his fault. 

It came to times like this where Hobie could forget how his spider-man powers enhanced his senses, thus including his strength that was already great before. 

“Shit!” he muttered, his brain circuiting ever since he’d heard the loud thud that resonated around the whole room. Hobie had already climbed off of you by now, deciding that It’d be better if he sat besides you for now. He was too ashamed to meet your eyes after that, and it'd make a damn funny scene to you if you weren’t currently suffering. He watched as you cradled your head, eyes closed shut and your jaw tense as your teeth were clanged shut together. 

“ ‘M sorry love, didn't think i’d send you up this forcefully.” he apologised genuinely, making a sliver of a smile raise onto your face. It wasn’t often that Hobie did apologise, and hearing him do it now made you feel more things that you wished you did. After a couple of seconds, you felt a pair of warm hands cupping your head. One placed itself on the side of your head, grazing your hairline with his thumb. The other one settled to cradle your head from behind, pressing painfully against your injury. 

If it were for anyone else’s eyes right now, they’d judge you for being frail or sensitive. But no one else in this universe apart from the bad-guys knew how painful it was to be sent back by the one and only (not really only, considering they all meet  everyday) Spider-Man. Additionally, Hobie wasn’t necessarily shaped like a bodybuilder, but his rippling muscles did little to appease your hit.

“I’m really a knob, ain’t I?” Hobie tried to joke, wondering if it’s better to leave your injury alone or if he should run a hand over it once more to soothe your pain. 

“You really are.” you groaned your words through, although the laughter that came with after was enough to reassure Hobie a little. Now that the worst pain had passed, you were contemplating whether killing him or killing yourself before you developed a bump the size of the moon at the back of your head. 

You closed your eyes for a second, exhaling loudly as you spread your arms out widely like and angel, taking up all space on your bed. 

“Here, lemme help you,” Hobie mumbled with that deep British accent that made your insides flutter. The material of his worn-out sweatpants brushed against your bare legs as he climbed over you again. You’d try to convince him to get a new pair, but he’d always hit you with some ‘consumerism’ argument. Sometimes you really wondered where he got his clothing from, but that’d be a discovery for another time.  

With both of his knees firmly planted besides your hips, Hobie hovered over you carefully. He didn’t even need to be sitting across your torso to hold himself up, because being spider-man surely meant that his thighs were finely trained. Next, Hobie grabbed onto your arms, though you were reluctant to give them to him as you brought them up towards your head. Pulling your arms back down, the punk that was currently above you now looked down at you with a long face. 

“Cmon love, y’know I'm not gonna hurt ya’. Unless you’re into that, then we can totally arrange something.” he flirted, as suave as usual. 

You fluttered at his words, finding it harder to decipher his intentions now. Hobie grasped your timid state to his advantage, taking your wrists into his hands again. He brought them up to your torso, cross-crossing them so they laid on the opposite shoulder. You bit your lip as you tried to retain your laughter, having now caught onto his intentions. Of course, there could be no other than Hobart Brown in this universe to injure you, then put you in a cartoonish vampire pose. 

“We all lay here today-“ Hobie started, his deep voice wavering as he tried to retain himself from chuckling. “to honorate the unfortunate, sorrowful, forlorn, unluck- OW!” 

Hobie rubbed his arm dramatically where you had lightly slapped him, having it of listening to him sputter a bunch of synonyms and what not.

You broke character for a second, seconds after having decided to play into his childish game, you smiled at the sound of his suffering. Once your smile faded and the unseen glare that Hobie sent to you had diminished, he began again. 

“As I said, the unfortunate death of my poor girlfriend. Who she, died of an injury to the head, the perpetrator is still unknown to this day! Rust in peace.” he cried out, voice full of humorous emotions. God, he was so out of his own character that it made you want to burst out laughing, but for now you had a crowd to entertain. Even if that crowd was the bits of dust that flew ‘round your room. 

“I’m so sorry to disrupt your little Bram Stoker fantasy, but I'm no Dracula. Normally, dead people aren’t posed like this.” you finally opened your eyes, pupils pointing towards your torso, your weirdly placed arms being in the spotlight. 

“How’d you know, you’ve never been dead?” he sassed, quirking an eyebrow up at you. 

“I’ve been to a funeral or two, m’sure that I know more than you.” you rebuked, lowering your arms and untwisting them from one another to lay them upon your stomach. Where they should’ve been. 

“Wow edgy,” he rolled his eyes playfully at you, a menacing grin taunting his lips. “And excuse me for my lack of knowledge, but I'm pretty sure dead people can’t talk.” 

At that, you simply stared at him with your mouth agape. Like a fish out of water, he mocked your action by recreating it. You winced as you tried to slap him upon the arm again, only for you to end up digging the throbbing part of your head down into your pillow. At last, Hobie finally softened at the sign of your fact twisting in an uncomfortable expression.

You didn’t acknowledge the sound of him leaving the room, his bare feet and sense of tranquillity created a cocktail of perfect stealth as he walked off across the concrete floor. You did, however, feel the sudden sensation of his hand pulling your head up. Then came the painful press of a freezing slip upon the back of your head. It stung at first, but you knew that it’d soon come to soothe your affliction. 

You sighed in relief as you felt Hobie joining you down onto the bed. His antics were funny at first, but now you were just tired. You couldn’t wait for sleep to find you, no matter how hard it has been for you recently. Your eyebags are no stranger to yourself, and Hobie is no blind man after all. His hand cradles the back of your head as he finally lies down besides you, urging you onto his chest as his other hand lays behind his head. 

Even in such an intimate position, he manages to look casual. Once your head dips to his chest, you’re already half-gone as a midday slumber engulfs you into its arms. Hobie grins warmly to himself, his hand holding the ice pack softly against your head as your head goes limp from the loss of consciousness. Chuckling to himself, he allows himself to close his eyes at his turn, though sleep does not find him. Spider-Man has no time for sleep, because even off duty, he has his own matters to attend.

For now, he’s not busy saving civilians from raging monsters, or travelling throughout the spider-verse to aid other spiders. For now, his mission is to keep that damned ice pack from sliding off your head, and he’s adamant on completing his job. 

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i was supposed to post this like 2 days ago but each time i had to edit it i kept on falling asleep😭

[steveshairychest]

here's some merman Eddie that I got a little carried away with <3

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Steve's dad has been taking him fishing for years, it's the only thing they can do together without fighting.

It's always over summer break. They pack their bags and fly out to the same island every year and spend nearly every day out on a rented boat just fishing and making small talk here and there. His mother usually sunbathes on the beach and waves at them with her book every now and then to ensure them she hasn't passed out from heat stroke.

Steve will admit he doesn't actually go because he likes fishing. He really hates fishing. He hates sitting in the sun for hours on end, hardly ever catching anything and having to listen to his dad drone on about the stock market. No, he comes to the island for a very different reason.

He first met this reason when he was 9. He saw it from his bedroom window one night, splashing in the shallow end of the water. At first, he thought it was a beached dolphin or a baby whale, so he ran down to the dark beach without bothering to wake his parents, but by the time he made it down to the waterfront, it was gone. A pile of shells and pretty rocks sat in the water where the splashing had been. Steve took one of the pearly white shells and placed it on his windowsill.

The splashing happened again the next night, the sound of fins hitting water so loud it woke him up. He peeked out his window once again, but this time, the moon was large and bright in the sky, and it illuminated the shape of a boy in the water. Steve panicked. He was only 9, he didn't know what to do when someone was drowning but that didn't stop him from running down to the water with one of his floaties. The boy didn't notice Steve until he threw the floatie at him and yelled, "Grab on! I'll save you!"

Dark eyes shone under the moon and stopped Steve in his tracks almost immediately when they narrowed at him from just above the waters surface. Steve's floatie bobbed in the water next to the boy, but he made no move to grab it. Steve was scared, unable to move when the boy lifted his head out of the water and pointed at him with webbed fingers. "You. Give it back." He snarled through sharp teeth.

Steve opened and closed his mouth, trying to force words to come out, but he was too afraid. The thing in the waves looked like an ordinary boy, he was probably even the same age as Steve, but he was terrifying. "The shell. Give it back. It's mine." It shoved Steve's floatie away as it bumped into him and swam closer to the waters edge. Soft waves lapped at his bare torso as he sat in the shallows, his legs - no, tail, sitting out in front of him. Steve stared in shock, his mind screaming so many warnings at him, but all he could think was 'pretty'. He thought he must have been dreaming. "The shell. Go get it." It splashed water at Steve angrily, which caused Steve to finally unfreeze and run back to the house. He tripped multiple times as he kept turning back to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, that the boy was still angrily sitting there.

"I - I'll go get your shell. Wait there!" He yelled behind him.

Steve didn't learn the creature's name until he was 15.

Every summer break, he practically dragged his family to the airport so that he could visit the boy with the glittering tail that visited him under the light of the moon. Steve asked him his name many times, but each time the boy shook his head. "Names are sacred. I can't trust you with it yet." He only ever spoke in short sentences, and sometimes he sat for a while, his dark gaze focused on something beneath the waves as he struggled to find the right words. English wasn't his native language. He taught Steve a few words whenever they waded in the shallows together. He'd hold up a shell and say what he called it, and when Steve repeated the name correctly, the boy would smile so wide Steve could see nearly all his razor-sharp teeth.

It was Steve's last night there when the boy finally told him his name. They were out a bit deeper, Steve treading water and enjoying the slight brush of the boy's tail against his legs as they talked about the stars. "That is my star." He pointed with a webbed finger up at one of the brightest stars in the sky. "It is named Eddie, after me."

It took Steve a moment to realise what he said. His eyes widened and he nearly slipped under the water as he excitedly exclaimed. "You told me your name!" After 6 years of swimming and learning about this boys' strange underwater world, he finally knew his name.

The boy - Eddie nodded once and looked back up at his star. "You are special. Can trust you." Steve could have sworn he saw a blush creep across his pale cheeks that night. Before Steve could say anything else, Eddie swam closer to him and whispered, "You must not tell anyone else. My name is yours to keep. Yours only." This was important. Steve could tell by the way Eddie held his gaze, something he rarely ever did. This close, Steve could see just how much he's changed over the years, not anything drastic, it was all little things. The sharpness of his jaw, the scar on his brow, the markings on his chest and arms, the length of his hair; it had been just above his jaw when they'd first met, but now it hung in waves and brushed the tops of his shoulders. He wondered what other changes would happen in the years to come.

He hoped he could be around to see them all.

Steve had his first kiss, well, first kiss that really mattered, when he was 18.

He was aware of his feelings for Eddie for a long time but he was too scared to act on them. He dated other girls, never guys, and searched for that warm, tingly feeling he felt whenever he was with Eddie. But he never found it. At night, he opened his window and stared up at the brightest star in the sky, Eddie's star, and hoped that Eddie was looking up at it too. He started to hate coming home from their island holiday. Each year, he felt more and more of himself be left behind with Eddie in the comfort of the waves.

"I hate leaving you." Steve whispered while tying a new shell into Eddie's hair. Every year he visited, Eddie handed him a shell and told Steve to tie it into his hair. He told him it was something to remember Steve by. "I have nothing to remind me of you." He said while gently touching the first shell he ever tied in; it was the shell he stole all those years ago, the one Eddie forced him to return.

Eddie looked down at the water and hummed in thought. They sat on a rock, so only the end of his tail was submerged and he repeatedly lifted it out of the water before letting it splash softly back down into the cold sea as he thought. He always seemed so fidgety whenever they sat like this, his hands fiddled with the necklace that sat just above his collarbones and his eyes were never off the water for long. "I can give you something." He said after a moment of silence.

Steve perked up immediately. "Really? What is it?" He asked, unable to keep the eagerness out of his voice. Eddie never let him take any shells home so he knew it wasn't going to be that. A rock, maybe? He'd be happy with one of Eddie's favourite rocks.

"Close your eyes." Eddie said softly, his cold hand rested on Steve's thigh and caused him to shiver. "No peeking." Steve immediately did what he instructed. He screwed his eyes shut tight and listened for anything that could give away what Eddie was going to give him. Cold hands brushed against Steve's neck before resting on his bare shoulders, the touch almost feather light. Maybe the gift is a necklace? "Don't move." Eddie whispered.

And then there was a gentle pressure against Steve's lips and he felt that warm, tingly feeling spread throughout his entire body as he realised that Eddie was kissing him. Before Eddie could pull away, Steve threaded his hands into his soft, wet hair and deepened the kiss. It was wet and messy and a little uncoordinated, but it was the best kiss of Steve's life. When he slipped his tongue into Eddie's mouth and traced the sharp edge of teeth, Eddie made a noise that sounded a lot like a growl, and he pulled Steve as close as possible. Sharp nails lightly scratching his skin.

"Never forget me." Eddie said against Steve's lips.

"I couldn't even if I tried."

Eddie does end up giving Steve a necklace to take home. It's made of a variety of shells and stones, and it becomes a source of comfort when he leaves.

His friends ask why he turned down every girl that seemed interested and, unable to tell them he thinks he might be in a relationship with a merman, he shrugged and said that none of them were his type. He knew that whatever was going on between him and Eddie wasn't healthy or sustainable, but he's never felt more alive than when he's diving underneath the waves hand in hand with Eddie. Sure, Eddie didn't always understand him, was nocturnal, ate an exclusive diet of fish, and sometimes even brought Steve dead fish he'd just caught, but those were all things he loved about him.

Oh. Oh.

He was in love with Eddie.

His parents no longer come to the island, his father says he's too old, and his mother doesn't talk to him anymore. Steve's 22 now. He's turned down every beautiful girl his parents have tried to set him up with and instead of taking up his father's offer to join their family business, Steve works as a conservationist on his lover's island. He lives in his parent's holiday house, which is now equipped with a salt water pool that connects to the sea, and has a dog to keep him company during the day while Eddie is sleeping.

He's happy, content, and so, so in love, it's ridiculous. Eddie wakes at around 5pm every night and usually spends the first few hours awake with his family; who Steve has actually met. They sometimes come up with Eddie to Steve's pool and watch him potter around his house at night. After a while of listening to his family ask Steve nonstop questions, Eddie flicks his tail in irritation and hisses at them to leave in a language Steve's slowly learning. "Mine. Not yours." He growls at them. Steve's learned over the years that Eddie is very territorial and doesn't like sharing what is his, which includes Steve.

"Hi, my love." Steve sits down on the pools edge and smiles down at Eddie as he rests his head on Steve's lap. Some nights, they just sit and talk, Eddie's getting better at English and loves when Steve teaches him a new word. Some nights, they swim for hours and add to Eddie's shell collection that lines the edges of Steve's pool.

"I have something for you." Eddie says softly one night, only his head poking out the top of the water as he wades in the waves. A pale, webbed hand lifts out of the water and beckons Steve to leave his spot on the sand and join him in the icy waters. "Come here, my Steve." He calls into the night.

They're chest to chest in the water now, the scales underneath Eddie's eyes glitter in the light of the moon as he looks up at Steve. "Your people give rings to their lovers, yes?" Steve nods, fingers brushing over the scales at the base of his spine. "My people give pearls." He reaches into the little pouch that is tied around his waist, he keeps all his treasures in there, and pulls something out. He keeps it hidden in his fist and holds it out for Steve. "I made this for you, for us." He's nervous, Steve can tell by the way he keeps looking down at the water instead of at Steve.

"You made me something?" Steve says in awe as he lifts his hand and accepts the small treasure from Eddie. It's light and fits perfectly in the palm of his hand. When he looks down at the gift, his heart feels like its about to jump out of his throat. "Oh, Eddie." There's tears in his eyes as he carefully picks up the silver ring, a beautiful pearl adorns the top of the ring and catches the light of the moon as Steve slips it onto his finger. It fits perfectly. "It's beautiful. I love it."

Eddie beams and lifts his other hand to show Steve the matching ring on his finger. It doesn't sit as far down on his finger like Steve's because of the webbing. "We are- what's the word? Wives?"

Steve laughs and leans forward to rest his forehead against Eddie's. He's changed so much since that first day on the beach. There are more scales dusting his cheeks and neck, more shells in his hair and lines around his eyes when he smiles up at Steve. "Husbands is the word you're looking for."

Eddie hums and wraps his arms around Steve's neck, his cold fingers playing with the short hairs at the base of his neck. "Husbands sounds nice." He kisses his favourite mole on Steve's cheek and sighs happily, his tail brushing against Steve's legs.

"Yeah, yeah, it does."

[fellthemarvelous]

Aziraphale my love

Please enjoy my WHOLE ASS OPINION AND META ANALYSIS.

I support Petty Bitch Aziraphale for season 3!! The angels have been talking down to him from the very beginning and mocking him. Every single person in his life has insulted his intelligence (yes, Crowley has done so several times). I want to see him GO OFF!!! (I posted this part as a tweet but Twitter doesn't give me enough room to write it all in one big place like Tumblr).

Like I am ready to GO THE FUCK OFF myself!

All of Heaven has been emotionally, verbally and physically abusive to Aziraphale since the very beginning. They never listen to him, and the only one he ever really wants to talk to anyway is God, but she is nowhere to be found.

Gabriel came to Aziraphale because he experienced something that Aziraphale is very familiar with. He couldn't remember why he was going to Aziraphale, but hiding away his memory in a fly ended up being just as much for Aziraphale's protection as his own. It ended up being the only way he could actually explain to Aziraphale and Crowley what was really going on.

Aziraphale was there to witness Gabriel's open expression of love for a demon and it lit a fire in his heart. He and Crowley could be together.

Aziraphale wanted Crowley to be by his side in Heaven so he could stand in front of all the angels and tell them how much he loves Crowley so they can see that there is more to life than death for humans.

Aziraphale thought taking Crowley with him meant he could continue to protect Crowley from ever going back to Hell. It's not like he's forgotten how Crowley was acting after being dragged down into Hell for saving the life of a human and persuading her to be not just pretend-y good but actually good. Aziraphale giving her the money was the temptation to always be a good person. They saved her soul together, Crowley with the angelic act, and Aziraphale's act was the temptation. They were so used to doing each other's jobs by this point that they switched roles in that scene.

Despite their last fight, Crowley came back and saved him from the Nazis in the church, and Aziraphale had that moment of realization. "Oh my God, I'm in love with my demon." Crowley wasn't interested in the holy water when he saved Aziraphale, and he saved Aziraphale's books. They also killed three Nazis in the process, which is the most romantic part of it all. The Nazis were a source of evil for Hell, so you know Hell told him to keep an eye on the Nazis. Hell was full of Nazis! We saw Furfur complain about processing 52 men called Otto. It's not normal for that to happen in Hell, and it's really starting to piss Furfur off!!

Aziraphale and Crowley working together in 1941 is the first time we see someone in Hell say WE ARE FULL GO AWAY. Hell turned some of the worst of the worst against humanity by turning them into flesh-eating zombies. "The dead shall rise from their graves and roam the Earth once more." Furfur was the first one to set Hell's prisoners free, and in true demon style, his plan backfired against him, but he'd already set the ball rolling on the Second Coming.

The man who owned the magic shop did not want to sell the Bullet Catch to Aziraphale because he could tell right away that Aziraphale was in desperate need of help as he'd just knocked down half the things on the front counter and he would absolutely die just like that Lovely Chinese Fellow (and that seems like a pretty relevant clue). The shopkeeper only sold it to Aziraphale after Crowley handed him money from Aziraphale's wallet (Aziraphale didn't even try to stop him) and used it to tempt the shopkeeper into going against his instincts.

And in true demon fashion, that immediately backfired because it was only then did he realize Aziraphale was going to need a partner, and he was the only one who could do it. I don't think either of them were thinking about what the trick actually entailed. Aziraphale just saw a gun and was like LET'S DO THIS!

They survived the Bullet Catch in a very human way. They couldn't perform miracles and had very human reactions to the situation, but Aziraphale trusted Crowley with that gun pointed at his head.

And when Aziraphale used a human magic trick to save Crowley from being taken back to Hell by Furfur, he proved that he was willing to go to great lengths to keep Crowley safe even though Crowley was a demon.

This entire time he has been trying to give Crowley a place to call home. He painted the walls of the bookshop yellow because they are the same color as Crowley's eyes, which are also the least human thing about him. He has written about him in his journals and he's openly affectionate with Crowley. He always gives Crowley gentle touches and praises him. He loves Crowley and he's showing him in the most human way he knows how.

And when Crowley is losing Aziraphale, he shows Aziraphale his love in the most human way he can think of.

Heaven and Hell have invaded Whickber Street and put the lives of all the humans at risk. The problem is worse than he thought, and he's going back to try and fix it so that Heaven will actually try to be good for once. Not just pretend-y good, but properly good. Everyone is in danger, and I think when the Metatron mentions the Second Coming, Aziraphale completes the puzzle he's been trying to put together since hearing Jim singing a human song. It makes him understand what Gabriel was running away from, and he's the one who gave Gabriel the freedom to run away with Beelzebub.

And the Metatron is not pleased. Aziraphale introduced free will to demons and angels just as Crowley had introduced free will to humanity.

Aziraphale wants to help spread the idea of love and free will around Heaven so it can be better. He's doing something he believes is right with all his heart. He's been on Earth for more than 6,000 years. He remembers the lessons he learned. He knows shades of grey exist and he wants to use this to make Heaven a better place.

But the other archangels have never respected him, and now he's the Supreme Archangel. He has a chance to make things better, and he has done Crowley's job before. He wants to talk to God. He wants to know what it is she wants. He's tired of hearing everyone else speak for God when no one has spoken to God in thousands of years.

And when he told Crowley his idea, Crowley became angry with him and called him an idiot. What he was saying was not what Crowley was hearing because Crowley was trying to confess his love while Aziraphale was trying to tell Crowley his plan to save everyone.

He only wanted to go back to Heaven when he believed he would be able to take Crowley with him, and he thought reinstating Crowley as an angel was the safest way to keep him from ever having to return to Hell.

None of Aziraphale's actions were malicious. None of his actions were to hurt Crowley. He didn't realize how bad his words sounded because he was saying something completely different than what Crowley was hearing.

All of it was a big misunderstanding. If Aziraphale had not taken the coffee from the Metatron, he would have been choosing death. The Metatron is punishing him for going against Heaven by forcing him to go back. Aziraphale only believed it was a choice when he was told he could bring back Crowley.

Aziraphale had the illusion of choice. He knew the Metatron wasn't taking no for an answer, and when Crowley rejected his offer, he still had to go back anyway. When he looked back at Crowley before stepping on that elevator, he knew he was breaking Crowley's heart by not going back to him, but he had no choice. It broke his heart too.

So now he's stuck in Heaven after having the worst fight with Crowley. He probably feels like no one believes in him. Crowley had called him an idiot and then Crowley kissed him. He's confused because he doesn't understand why Crowley is upset with him, but he's probably tired of everyone underestimating him.

Let Aziraphale be done with this shit. Let him be petty about it. He's not holding back anymore. I want him to push back just as hard and stand up for himself. He has earned the right.

[chimerahyperfix]

Run down your list. You are currently on your way to intercept the King, before he gets to the house. Whenever he gets there, it’s a bloodbath; metaphorically and physically. How many more times do you have to see everyone get frozen? See the King smash those who stand before him? You can’t see it again, you can’t you can’t you can’t, so you sneak out to face him instead. If he can’t get to the House, no one has to die, right? Simple as that. The endless night of his approach hangs right over Dormont, so you have to catch him, NOW.

You make a pit-stop at the Favor Tree anyway. It’s tradition at this point.

You did… something, here. Before you started looping. The hypothesis is that whatever you did at the Favor Tree caused the time loop you’re trapped in. You know you wished, a ton— at least ten times, or maybe twenty? All in as many different ways you could think of. Stretching outside the realm of how you know to wish. The desperation drove you to doing random things in hopes it would save you, and— well, it kinda has? You’ve doomed yourself for everyone else’s sakes.

That’s all well and fine enough, you rationalize. One person for many. Who knows what’ll happen if he actually takes the House; you don’t want to find that answer out.

The Favor Tree is huge. It’s a nice tree, lots of leaves, lots of shade. You could probably climb into its branches and never leave, get trapped in a web of tree bark and leaves like a cage, birds and squirrels and other such animals as your jailers. Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad. You could try that, next loop, if you failed here. You know you’ll fail, because nothing has worked so far. Your mind flashes with images of blood-stained floors, of screams both by and for many, many people. Hands reaching to you, hands reaching out.

Breathe. The memory fades away. Your hands curl into fists.

You depart, to fight the King. To stop the King.

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The King is very tall. A couple stories high, you’d reckon. He towers over you, the trees and everything else. The clearing you’ve stopped him in is very close to the House. Too close for comfort. Shouldn’t have stopped at the tree. Everything is swamped with the scent of burnt sugar.

He looks down at you— do you look like an ant to him? One singular ant? Wouldn’t that be interesting. A single blockade to the anthill, standing its ground. One mistake and he’ll turn you into a dark stain, or an icy statue. One mistake is all it’ll take for him to rip through the House like paper.

The Craft Bomb is heavy in your pocket. The backup potions, seven or eight of them, all in little tossable vials, toxic and burning and acidic, weigh down the other pocket of your lab coat. You remember drinking at least three of them. They all killed you. Painfully. Curse your desk for not being clean before you started looping. If you’d just taken a few minutes before you wished, so many deaths would’ve been avoided…

But that’s not important now. The fire in your throat, as imagined as it is now, still hurts. Your voice has taken an odd rasp to it now, the consequences of toxicity and blind reaching for water forever etched into your very being.

“How have you done it?” The King asks. You can’t see his eyes, past his endless, wild mane of hair and his gauntlets covering his face, but he sounds both confused and enraged.

You don’t answer, instead brandishing the bomb you worked so hard on. You made it in record pace, this loop. It too reeks of caramel.

The King simply moves a hand. You know what’s coming, and you move before he does. The curse of being so, so tall, is that you’re faster. The bomb goes flying, and you toss the potions all in one go for good measure before skittering out of the way. The King lunges for you as the bomb explodes, sending waves of fire and craft energy everywhere. Blinding, deafening. Its force knocks you to the ground.

He still moves, though. Not enough. Damn. Maybe you need two bombs… do you have the materials for a second one? You hope, as he swings his giant gauntlet down onto you to mash you like a bug, that he sees the weird shade your eyes have taken lately. A pair of blaring, dangerous warning signs.

You’re not scared anymore. This has happened many times.

You still scream.

His attack hits, and through the veil of absolute agony, there’s a tug on your stomach. Back to the drawing board.

[spinosworks]

Tell me more about only freaks go to gotham for a fieldtrip!

rjdjd HHAA okay so-

ive always thought that people going to gotham for field trip fics was just??? so dumb and silly. love how certain ppl can execute that in fics but the thought of ppl going to Crime Town USA for enrichment is hilarious to me.

then i started thinking 'huh, i bet amity parkers would be that crazy' and did some more thinking. i started cobbling together different aus that have been floating around the phandom until i got this monstrosity: the guardian spirit field trip au (those posts are just some stepping points for those who don't know. its one of my fave aus)

the casper high field trips had steadily been to more and more dangerous places (or at least activities that most people would be too scared to do bc of the high chance of death). the final straw was when students asked if they could go to gotham and the staff didn't see anything wrong with it. after all, why worry when phantom was just a prayer away?

the effects of phantoms protection has left a lot of amity citizens a bit more blasé abt these things but they care. they leave letters from their travels and gifts for phantom. they're still new to having someone be able to save them if they needed it

danny on the other hand has slowly been getting a bit more unstable. he's a bit too keyed into his obsession right now and needs help managing it. when he hears about the trip to gotham, he's actually relieved.

'batman is a guardian spirit too,' he thinks to himself with a relieved sigh, 'batman will know how to handle this, the paranoia'

TOO BAD BATMAN IS JUST SOME GUY HAHAHA (that's mean of me sorry)

anyways, danny is one of the people who is out here advocating to staff how educational and safe the trip to gotham will be. he's fighting tooth and nail to get the trip approved. it's true that he could fly to gotham and just ask, but getting an alibi and a place to rest while there would take a huge load off of his shoulders.

when the trip is finally approved, danny (and a lot of other people) are ecstatic. that is, until the conditions.

no reanimating your lunch with street ectoplasm ("we're serious about this, the next person to do so gets suspended")

no going anywhere without your phantom necklaces

no students with grades less than a C average for the past grading period

danny is devastated. his grades had been on the rise but with the added sensory hell that is being able to tell when the people you protect get hurt, he hasn't been studying as well as he could.

as the rest of casper high's students heads out to gotham, arms loaded high with phantom merchandise and promises to send back gifts for their resident hero. danny can only watch as he realizes he sent his people into gotham alone.

gotham on the other hand, are not ready for the almost cult like mentality of amity parkers teen population. gothamites think phantom is just some hero who got a really big head. and an entire school group heading to *gotham* of a places for a fun weekend getaway? they don't know what's in the water up in amity but it sounds like it's going to get someone killed.

the bats think it's suspicious and try to look into it. extending an invitation to tour one of the many wayne facilities/programs wouldnt be too out of place would it? either way it would be good for them, keeping clueless civilians who don't seem to care about the danger they're in out of harms way is just part of the job. (they just wish that getting information that made sense from them was that easy)

[lithium80writer]

The Fence (A Billy Hargrove Short Story)

Chapter one, Chapter two

Chapter three: Hope

⚠️This is a darker story. ⚠️ Billy Hargrove short story. This story will focus a lot on Billy's abuse from his father and Josephine's mental and sexual abuse from her stepfather. Can these two lost souls find sanctuary in each other? Trigger warnings ⚠️: Descriptions of sexual assault in first person and domestic abuse. Language. Thoughts of self harm and suicide. Disturbing topics. Smut. ⚠️ This story is not for everyone but more an emotional release for me. Thank you for reading. 🖤 Upside down doesn't exist. Max is not Billy's sister. It's just him and Neil.

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Josephine's POV

Day one of the basement is always the worst. I have to adjust to losing my sense of sight, my sense of time. I sit against the cold, hard floor and stare into the nothingness. It's pitch black. I try to wave my hand in front of my face. Nothing. I can see nothing. The tiny window that used to give a light glow is now painted over.

He likes to take away anything that I love. Sunlight being one of them.

I bring my knees to my chest and place my chin against them. I wonder how long it'll be this time. He was angry to begin with but fighting back made him even angrier. After the first day of being down here, the rest all run together. I haven't been here in a long time.

I haven't missed it.

I'm hungry. He won't feed me for a few days. And when he does, it will be only enough to keep me alive. Welcome to the basement.

Billy's POV

"FUCK YOU!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I slide into the driver's seat of my car. I see my dad running down the steps of the porch and I sling the stick into the drive position. I press down on the pedal before he can reach me. And I'm gone. I roll my windows down and welcome the breeze flying in.

I scream. Again and again and again as I fly down the road. My eye is swollen shut this time. He really can't help himself this week. Must be problems with his latest lady. I drive down the street and wish I could keep driving and never stop. I've always thought about it. Just leaving and never coming back.

I'm a pretty tough guy. I can take a punch from anyone and not feel a thing. Anyone but him.

It's not the pain from his punches that bother me. Sometimes I don't even feel it anymore. It's the realization that he doesn't love me. The realization that I'm nothing but a punching bag to him.

He gets to take out all of his anger on me but what would he do if I returned the favor? I'm getting older now. Stronger. Sometimes I think I could take him.

I work out a lot. I've been trying to build my strength in case that day ever does come. I want to hurt him. Make him bleed. Watch as he begs me to stop. I want him to feel what I've had to endure for years.

But it wouldn't matter. He couldn't actually understand. It's not the same. I can kick his ass but he won't know how it feels to have the man who is supposed to love you completely destroy your childhood.

Who would I be if it wasn't for him? I think about that often. Would I be kinder? Less angry all the fucking time? Would I be happy?

I'll be 18 soon and I can't wait for that day. I can almost taste the freedom. Nothing but the sound of my car purring as I drive away from this hellhole. Away from him.

Would I miss him? Would he miss me? Yeah I know it's fucked up but he's my dad. He's all I know.

Maybe I can take Jo. Help her. Save her. That's crazy talk, Billy.

Was it my fault that she was MIA? Did I fuck up? I just wanted to see her. I need more information. Or maybe she just isn't interested, Billy. No. It has to be him. I can still see the sadness in her eyes.

What do I do? How can I help?

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Josephine's POV

I run my finger along the line in the wall. Tracing it all the way down. I can barely stand but I have to keep moving. How long has it been? I'm starting to feel crazy. More crazy than usual.

I'll sing. Maybe that will help. My voice comes out hoarse. I need some water but my small cup is empty. I sing anyway.

"Wait a minute, baby. Stay with me a while. Said you'd give me light. But you never told me about the fire."

My usual sweet tone is scratchy and distorted. I've always loved to sing. Just for me. I love Stevie Nicks. She's my favorite. I listen to her again and again and she takes me to a different place.

Even though my voice is cracking and my throat is begging for relief I continue on.

"Drowning in the sea of love. Where everyone would love to drown. But now it's gone. It doesn't matter what for. When you build your house then call me home"

I trip over something and my knees fall hard to the concrete floor. I can't move. I can't pick myself up. I don't have the energy. He ruins everything. I curl into a ball and await the sound of the door creaking.

I can't wait to see the sun again. I can't wait to feel it. I miss my tree. And even though I've only seen him once, I miss Billy.

Billy's POV

A letter Billy? Really? I need to talk to her. Showing up on her doorstep was a mistake. I have to do this quietly. But how?

I dig through my backpack pulling out my composition notebook. What do I say? Will she even see it? She probably doesn't care. Maybe I'm fucking delusional. Maybe I imagined that look. Fuck.

I grab a pencil and tap it against the paper. I hate writing.

Hey.

Hey? Fuck... I tear the paper from the notebook, crumbling it quickly. This is stupid. I quickly write a few lines and fold it up.

Short and simple.

Now how do I get it to her? What if he finds it? Think, Billy.

A book. The tree. I saw her there before. It's worth a shot.

I don't own any books. Playboys? Hustlers? Sure.  But not exactly the look I'm going for.

I remember an old box my dad has full of books he's never touched. He won't miss it. I pick one and smile. Romeo and Juliet.

Cheesy? Absolutely.

I stick the letter inside and head for the back door. I take a peek through the small hole in the fence. No one. I carefully drop the book by the tree. I hope she gets it.

"William!" I hear him. But the fear is less than usual. I feel a little excitement. A little anticipation. A little hope.

Josephine's POV

"Josephine." I wake to his voice. My heart starts pounding. I can't see him but I can smell him. "Have you learned your lesson?" the monster says. I hate you. "Yes, father." I say instead. I hear the metal screech as he screws in the lightbulb.

My eyes burn as the light floods my vision. I feel dizzy and lightheaded. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly. I have to adjust slowly. My senses are on overdrive.

He pulls me from the ground and I have to lean into him to make it up the stairs. It makes me want to cry. But I have no tears left after my time down here.

My feet feel heavy as I make it up the stairs. More light. Sounds. It's been so quiet. I'm overwhelmed. Overstimulated. "Bath." I croak. He leads me to my room and lets me go. I fall to the floor and hear my door shut behind me.

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It's been two days since I was set free from the basement. Today is outside day. I hope he lets me go. I need the sun.

"Thirty minutes. And I'll be watching." he appears in my doorway. I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. My eyes begin to water and I jump up quickly.

I run to my spot. My tree. A book? This isn't mine. I see a sliver of white sticking out of the top. I take the book and rest against the tree. I open it slowly and see my name scrawled across the folded paper.

My mind is swirling with thoughts as I open it as carefully as possible making sure to shield it behind the book.

Dear Jo,

I haven't seen you around recently. Just wanted to make sure you were okay. I tried to come see you. Just to say hi. My lip is healed now. Replaced with a black eye but hey.. one thing at a time, right? Please let me know you're okay.

Your friend from the other side of the fence, Billy

I want to write back immediately but I have to wait. I do my best to hide my expression. I feel something in my chest. Something I've never felt before. Hope.

********

Dear Billy,

I was happy to get your letter. I'm sorry for disappearing. I am okay. Is your eye better? I hope so. Your letter caught me by surprise. It made me feel happy. I don't feel that a lot. So, thank you. Write back soon.

Your friend from the other side of the fence, Josephine.

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Dear Jo,

My eye is fine. I'm a big boy. Are you sure you are okay? I was worried about you. Is this okay? The letters. I like hearing from you.

Your friend, Billy

****

Dear Billy,

Define okay. I will survive. I'm a big girl. I like hearing from you, too. The letters are okay. We just have to be careful. My father is.. strict.

Your friend, Jo

**** Dear Josephine,

What is strict? Does he hurt you? Is he like my dad? Your eyes looked sad but they were beautiful. I wish I could see them again.

Billy

****

Billy,

Sometimes he hurts me. But you can't tell anyone. Please. You have the prettiest eyes and I think about them often. They remind me of an ocean. I've never seen the ocean.

Your friend, Josephine

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I want to help you. Billy

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I want to see you. Jo

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Today was bad. Will write more soon. Always thinking about you. Billy

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I can't take it, Billy. Do you ever feel like you can't take it anymore? Josephine

**** Talk to me sweetheart. What happened? Your Billy

**** I need to see you. Your Josephine

[starlightdaggers]

In which you almost die but Scaramouche saves you just in time

Category: Angst with happy ending

TW: Shouting, fighting, falling

How stupid. Did you really think you would be able to beat him in todays duel? Sure you were getting stronger but how were you supposed to compare to a former Harbringer? Ridiculous. The fight had left you mildly injured and tired. Yet you still insisted on going on your commission afterwards. Completing a commission in this state didn’t strike him as a wise idea and he shared this with you. You said that it was just to pick some dendrobiums in Tatarasuna. When did they even start growing in Tatarasuna? You told him that if he was worried he could always accompany you. Him worried? Nonsensical. He didn’t understand why you kept insisting on training with him. At first you claimed it was to get stronger but now you even had the audacity to say it was because you enjoyed it, actually enjoyed it. Utterly absurd. There was so much he didn’t understand about you. He kicked a rock and wasn’t watching where it was headed. It ended up knocking a bucket of water over.

“Hey! What the hell was that for?!” A man yelled crouching closest to the bucket. Another man stood near him who also didn’t look to pleased with the spilt bucket. There weren’t many people who lived around the Kujou encampment since the end of the war so he hadn’t expected to see anyone around here, least of all when the weather was so miserable. A thick fog had coated much of Inazuma. It wasn’t a welcome surprise. Scaramouche glared at him. His eyes piercing a hole through the man’s forehead. The man stumbled backwards a bit from the gaze.

“Take one step towards me and I will change your life.” Scaramouche threatened.

“Geez. Okay…this guys just like those Fatui. So rude and…..ominous.” He shifted uncomfortably on the last word. Being compared to the fatui sent hatred and disgust through his veins. The man might not have realized it but he had found a way to cut deep.

“I heard they’ve been pretty active around Tatarasuna lately.” Said the other man.

Scaramouche opened his mouth to prepare another insult at them for that comparison but he froze. His entire body became a carefully carved stone as realization seeped in. There are no dendrobiumes that grow in Tatarasuna, the fatui have been active their lately and dendrobiums only grow where blood has been spilt. Your commission. It was a trap. And worst of all, you were already injured and in no state for a fight.

“Hey boy are you with those fatui-“ He stopped short as he watched the boy in question spin on his heel and take off in a sprint. “Where are you going? Get back here!” His words were lost on Scaramouche who was already bounding down the path.

He cursed himself. How had he not noticed something so obvious earlier? Was he an idiot? Had his time around humans in recent times diluted his ability to think logically. Self-hatred swirled around him like the winds he was now using to bolster his speed. It wasn’t fast enough, you were already in Tatarasuna by now. Scaramouche would summon enough wind to send him hurling through the air like an arrow finding its path to its target. He tried to bring each boost to its absolute limit causing him to stumble each time he feel to the ground again before he would take off running until he picked up enough speed to return to the air and repeat the process.

Scaramouche recalled you teasing him for choosing a flying ability. You said it was ‘a very you choice, to try to be above everyone else. You’d be amazed at what you could accomplish if you would stop acting like your above everyone else or oh-so-different then them.’ He has responded with a glare. ‘I am different. I’m not human. Or did you somehow forget?’ Your response had been so simple and yet was something he could never forget. ‘And yet here you are talking as humans do.’

He summoned a particularly strong gust of wind that sent him moving faster than a fight between a top swordsman of Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun. Near the end of his burst he felt a rock hit the small of his back, it was just large enough to cause him to fall to his knees. Scaramouche whipped his head to the side where a couple of hilichurls were now gaining on him. His teeth were clenched so hard that pain had begun to overwhelm his jaw.

“Out of my way worthless creatures!” A vortex of anemo surrounded the pitiful beings pulling them into the centre. Scaramouche wasted no time to watch them as he was already back to running again.

He remembered that this was how you had met. You had been fighting a group of hilichurls when he had found you. He had insulted the way you fought and when you asked him to prove it he did. After fighting back and forth some time about whether or not you or him did the most work, you had agreed to spar with him. And so began a new routine of meeting each other, having a duel and then arguing over it after. Why did he have to argue so much? Was that the only thing he knew how to do?

He fought innocent people. Scaramouche called forth another wind gust to lift him off of the ground. He fought the traveler.

The wind pushed past him with such force that it almost felt like tiny paper cuts.

He fought Hillichurls.

The scent of electricity in the air made him want it hurl.

He fought the fatui.

He fell down again nearly falling into the blighted water of Tatarasuna.

He fought you.

Scaramouche stopped at a clearing. There were signs of a battle. Freshly torn up grass, Scorch marks and even a frozen patch of grass. There was no doubt about it. A fight with the fatui had occurred here. You were still no where to be seen. He clenched his fist so hard he might’ve drawn blood but he didn’t pay it any mind. A bleak chuckle escaped his lips. Of course he must be too late.

Scaramouche recalled you had injured him once in your fight. It had been an off day for him, had a run in with one too many groups of enemies before your fight. You Hadn’t celebrated your accomplishment long before worry started to take over. He didn’t understand why you would care. He wasn’t even human. It wasn’t even a big injury and yet you got out medical supplies and wouldn’t leave him alone until he let you work on it. Had it been anyone else he never would have given in but after your insistent yapping he let you wrap his would in cloth. When he asked why you even cared, you just said you would learn more sparring someone who’s at full health. He had scoffed and didn’t think much of the instance until now. Why was he remembering all this now?

A scream broke through his thoughts. He turned to the left of him to see figures gathered atop the cliff of Tatarasuna. Scaramouche raced towards the figures. The fog was too thick for him to get make out who was who. If he had a heart he was certain it would be beating fast and hard enough to hammer a whole through his chest. You were alive.

As he got closer he could see that your legs were dangling over the cliff in the filthy hands of a fatui Geochanter Bracer. Scaramouche gritted his teeth together. What kind of cruel punishment was this? To have the very organization he had once sided with be the one to hold your life in its hands squeezing it until it snaps. He knows he didn’t deserve anything less then this torment he felt but why, if anything did it have to be you? You didn’t deserve this. It always the innocent ones that get caught up in this meaningless cycle of ruthlessness. The last time he was in Tatarasuna it was the same it was all the same. Why did he keep fighting if he already new the outcome of this battle.

Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion to him. The Fatui taking notice of him and all turning their weapons to attack wasn’t enough to catch Scaramouche’s attention. Your eyes Met his and he wouldn’t look any other way. Not when he heard shouts and not when he heard shots. All he saw was those frightened eyes staring back at him, the matted hair on your head and the ugly hand that held you. The fatui holding you panicked as he saw the approaching storm. In his haste to reach for his weapon he dropped you. A pit in Scaramocuhe’s stomachs threatened to take over his whole body as a scream tore through he air.

Scaramouche heard you scream his name as you were rapidly approaching an early death. Anemo with the force of a thousand tornados materialized around him and sent him barreling past the geochanter bracer. Knocking them off their feet. He didn’t notice. For as he jumped off the cliff he saw you with one hand outstretched towards him. A last attempt to live. Your eyes glazed over in fear, mouth agape. He watched as your eyes closed gently and the arm that was outstretched fell down. How dare you resign like this?! This couldn’t be happening again, this couldn’t happen again. Didn’t you know already know a little about his past. Why would you even think about leaving him alone?!

Scaramouche used the wind to now bolster his falling to speed his descent and managed to make contact with your shoulder. He brought his other arm around you and pulled you as close to him as he possibly could. You wrapped your arms around him and did the same. The air was unbearably suffocating, a mix of buzzing electricity and violent winds. This uncomfortable atmosphere forced your head into hiding in the crook of his neck. There was little remaining of scaramouche’s strength and he used it all up in one short burst just before you reached the ground to soften your fall enough that you’d both survive. He was the first to hit the ground the impact causing him to loose his grip on you causing you to roll to the side.

Scaramouche was the first to stand up even though his entire backside was in pain. You only managed to meekly sit up.

“Don’t you have any self preservation?!” He shouted. “Dendrobuimes in Tatarasuna? Obviously it was a trap. I’m tempted to kill you myself!” His hands clenched down on his sleeves in a futile effort to stop him from shaking.

“Obviously?! You didn’t notice it either to began with so don’t get high and mighty with me! And if your so tempted to kill me then why did you even save me in the first place?” You know how ridiculous this argument was but in this moment all you could feel was the overwhelming emotions.

“Shut up!” He reached an arm out towards you to help you up. When you grabbed it he propelled you into his arms and held you to him as close as he could. Instinctively your own arms came to envelope him. It’s warmth providing him a comfort he had never once felt before.

“Well. maybe you should learn to-“ the words caught in your throat as a sob threatened to escape. “To be less rude.” After you managed to release the last words the sobs followed and tears poured from your eyes. He was shaking and so were you. The tears that reached his own eyes made him feel so helpless and weak but it was too late to hold them back anymore once his arms had found there way around you. He spoke then. So quietly neither were completely sure he had spoken at all. He said:

“I thought you were going to leave me too.”

[breesays]

My son, my sun

Where did my little boo learn to talk to plants? We take plant babies from Gramma Lita's massive yard, recently started propagating them in water. Nothing for the first couple of weeks. Then Des said, "Mama, let me hold them" - and he took the bulb in his hand, looked lovingly at that little would-be-could-be plant and spoke to it in a way that astonished me. "You are so beautiful" he said. "You are doing such a good job. I am so happy to see you." I died, they thrived.

Four nights ago we unwrapped a fragrant bath bomb and I said, "Mmm, rose" and he started serenading me, from the "wonderful roses" part of "Til There Was You" and who can even do that? I feel like if I want to sing something, even casually, I have to start from the top. He vocalizes the percussion part of songs. Chh chh chh. Probably not revolutionary, but something new for my brain.

Some of the moms who got a spot in TK are reporting back that one of their kids "goals" for the year is to count to 20. Oh. Des can count to 100, and in Spanish. The other day he taught me how to say "knees" in Spanish, which is when I found out he can sing "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes" in a second language. He remembers numbers really well, and has a good grasp of time. He can math way more at 4 years old than I could at like, 7 years old - and that's just because it's interesting to him, measurements and doubling things and how old was his friend Felix when he turned 2? Sometimes I just have to say, "That is a calculation I can't do on the fly, buddy."

He's growing his hair out long so he can make it curly, like his friend Vienna and his cousin Emerson. I wish he liked to read books together more, but maybe that will come later. It's OK if that's an interest we don't share. We make up new words until we're too tired, me channeling the IKEA catalog. Sometimes he says, "I have an idea - let's count to the highest number we know" to which I reply, "That does not sound like fun to mama, can we play a word game instead?" He also loves blowing up and popping balloons. Actually, he loves doing a lot of things with balloons - keepy uppy, birdy-flying, inflating then deflating, using them as stamps, talking about them on his imaginary YouTube channel...

He likes to eat seaweed snacks and will basically try any food at least once. He loves tomatoes, so much so that he will eat them like an apple. He steals my sushi and told me the pumpkin seeds needed "more paprika."

He makes funny observations. I took him to my work party recently and I told him Erica was in charge. When we looked back at photos from that night he asked, "Does Erica ever go home?" I said "Yes, of course, she has two kiddos of her own - why do you think that she doesn't?" He said, "Well, she's in charge."

My therapist is retiring at the end of the year, and then I won't have anyone to tell me what's healthy or adjusted anymore. I told her that sometimes Desmond says, "You know, Mama, I love Dada more than you." I respond: "That's OK, my love for you doesn't change." It doesn't hurt me, it makes me curious - what is he trying to accomplish? That non-judgemental curiosity they tried to summon from the depth of my cold being during the "can we save this marriage?" time - there it is! Therapist said: It's remarkable that he even vocalized this. It's called secure attachment.

For awhile I also wondered - does Des need therapy during this transition? He has asked why we don't live together anymore and I said, "not all families live together" - but all the families he knew of, did. So we got a couple books. Representation. Therapist said: Unless he is acting out, or it's disrupting, he is ok. Again, the fact that he's even asking these questions is GREAT. I do a value a good question-asker.

I'm still writing my book of essays and I've recently hit 38K words. I've considered publishing under a pseudonym, because I don't want to FIGHT about asexuality. I just want some previously unlearned people to know that it EXISTS. I publish most of my revelations and feelings about being Ace on my Medium. The blog that upset him was titled "Ace Week 2023" - and posted on Medium. I didn't have the time or mental capacity to react at the time. I just chose not to. Spiral, if you must - I will not add any fuel. But I did feel mad, when I unboxed that compartmentalization --

Sometimes I want to be kind and gentle and empathic because, wow we didn’t know anything, did we? There wasn’t the vocabulary for what I was experiencing. There were no alternate storylines to draw inspiration from. But sometimes I am furious, violated, underestimated. 

If you just light the path, everyone will find their own way there, right? I’m the deer in headlights, then I run towards the inevitable crash. Scampering off into the unlit wild was somehow more intimidating. So, blind yourself. Numb yourself. Anything to get to the other side.

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

You know, for someone who’s suppose to be “quite intelligent” and “just as observant” as Izuku, Bakugou actually strikes me as an idiot.

He (kind of) recognized Uraraka (enough to know she has a gravity quirk) during their fight at the Sports Festival and didn’t think to himself, “Hm, I better not make debris and give her ammunition against me!” (Though at the same time, I’m still proud of her coming up with that plan!)

He saw All Might clean house at the USJ and struggle against the Nomu designed specifically to kill him, but for the Final Exam, he still thought he had a chance against the number one hero without handicaps and needed to face All Might personally to understand that he actually couldn’t. Ya know, to remove any lingering doubt.

Midnight and Nighteye told him to not have such violent names as a hero name. What does he do? Take on an even longer violent name.

At the attack at the training camp, he runs headstrong into a villain that produces serrated blades from his teeth that can go in multiple directions and are faster than him, twice. He proposes to go all out with Moonfish and just expects Todoroki to take care of his mess, not taking his surroundings into consideration for a second, and thinking how he could make the situation worse. And of course, there’s the fact he ran quite happily into the villains arms just so he could fight them and prove how much of a “badass” he was. That caused him to get captured, which forced All Might into retirement, and drug the bulk of his class into hot water with the school when they either went to go save him or at least know a rescue party was underway.

The Provisional License course, he was absolutely dumbstruck and couldn’t understand how he massively flubbed the exam. Like he hadn’t grasped the idea being an asshole to citizens in a crisis isn’t what a hero is suppose to do.

He watched with the rest of the class Midoriya suddenly activate Blackwhip. Midoriya was clearly on the offensive at Monoma when it suddenly acted up. How does Bakugou approach this during his beatdown training time with Midoriya? By kicking the crap out of him until it finally (probably) acts up, not looking for alternatives to make it act up.

I mean…are there any instances where we actually see Bakugou come across as being smart and a tactical genius and observant?

“But, but, he figured out about OFA and Izuku and All Might!” I can easily attribute that to Horikoshi suddenly forcing him to gain Sherlock skills just so he can weasel his way into the OFA meetings. (Where he was absolutely useless and inconsequential).

Again, have we seen him actually shown his observational skills and intelligence? Or is it like his character development?

A big fucking lie?

All of this. I think I mentioned before that Hori’s idea of making him intelligent is to have him score third highest in the midterm exam and have him be super talented in areas he has no business being talented in. In actual fights, it’s just him hitting people super hard and flying around, something that anyone with his quirk would do. He’s constantly controlled by his ego so him having good judgment cannot be true. Him being good in combat outside of raw power makes no sense either since his only opponents have been people who he’s bullied, whereas people like Shoto and Tenya were trained by pros.

[hopefully-hellbound]

jordan x angel pc?

M!Jordan x gn!angel!pc

Pc is a real angel here ig, not angel transformation

Tw for noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, Harper x pc, religious fanaticism, mindbreak

The temple worships at your feet.

The moment you came in, glowing halo above your head, feathery wings behind you, in a stormy night where you had to run from some heretics... Jordan opened the doors for you, but he could only stare when you thanked him. Beautiful, beautiful angel, real angel, blessing his church. A pure being, untouched and uncorrupted, perhaps a ray of hope for this cursed town and damned souls in it.

Jordan fell to your feet in prayer, hands shaking as he gripped your torn robes, nearly begging you to stay.

You thought it was strange, but you were scared, exhausted and hunted, you thought spending the night at a sketchy church couldn't be worse than that, could it?

It could.

It absolutely could be, because it wasn't just the night. You wanted to leave in the morning, when the nuns and monks were creeping you out far too much by their constant adoration and entranced touches. You thanked Jordan for hospitality, and he went pale, asking if you really wanted to leave. You said yes. And the only thing you remember after that, was Jordan in panic grabbing a candleholder, and the metalic object smashing in left side of your head.

You are still worshipped, a trapped god. Jordan explained with shaky words that you need to stay; for the town's sake. That only your goodness can save it. He gagged you when you cried to be released. You're left tied up in the prayer room, arms and legs and a collar, only your wings allowed to move as you flop around, terrified.

You refuse to eat, but two initiates hold your nose shut and your head in place as Jordan forces bites one by one down your throat, first jamming it in with his fingers, then, when that seems to be hurting you, he takes a bite and forces it in you mouth to mouth. Youre bathed daily and when you refuse, Jordan holds your head in the water until youre nearly passed out, soft puty in his hands to do with as he pleases. He mumbles about baptizing while youre gasping for air, every time.

You manage to escape after a month, flying out the window, and you look for any other place where you could hide. Forest gives you a bad feeling, so you go to the hospital, you remember humans go there for help, right? The kind doctor tells you he has to examine you, and you belive him when he says thats the way it is with humans. Youre held down and fucked by his fingers in a latex glove and you end up moaning so loud youre sure someone should call the police. Youre terrified when he unzips his pants, and while he insists its another exam, you close your legs and sob and he actually listens, he doesn't take your purity. Just fucks your other hole until you see stars. Your halo glows so bright when you cum, it nearly blinds him, but after it he feels so... Refreshed. Good. Great, even.

Had he not already made a deal, he'd think about keeping you to himself.

Jordan cuts your feathers when youre given back to him, theyre so small now, you can't fly anymore. That breaks you, the doctor's betrayal, the evilness and lust of humans, the feeling of being utterly helpless. You dont fight back when Jordan mounts you, fucks you hard and rough just like how Harper told him to. The halo glows again and Jordan collapses on top of you, but he's not tired. You performed a miracle.

And miracles are meant to be shared, aren't they?

The temple worships you by pouring their essence into you. Youre filled to the brim every day, your tummy bulges from the amount inside. You just lay there and take it, and later, when Jordan removes the ropes, you hold onto whoever is groaning on top of you. You might be suffering, but its starting to feel so... Good.

Months pass, and youre worshipped. And you love it.

The proud angelic figure in the temple, sitting high above everyone during prayers, fresh seed warming up your insides as you smile. You help your workshippers with your hands and thighs and mouth and feet, but god, you love it inside you. You moan your father's name in vain and lose yourself in the pleasure when people worship you in groups, and your genitals, locked away behind a metal lock, throb with need as they go untouched.

And they will never be touched, you will remain temple's pure little angel. Their god, their guardian, their whore.

[zacharyleartist69]

I wanna get Part 2 out so that I can start drawing out the scenes from this part and Part 1

Cause I needed some inspiration and I’m in my Donkey Kong phase.

Disclaimer: This writing may not be accurate towards the actual movie but it’s kind of a replica of how it went down.

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It all happened so fast. One minute DK and Mario were with the rest of the gang, then the next thing they know they are falling to who knows where. It was a horrifying sight. A horrible sound even. Especially to Funky Kong, who saw his brother fall right before his eyes.

Funky let out a cry while tears fell down to his hands “DONKEY KONG!”

“DONKEY KONG!”

Funky’s sunglasses fall off of his face and goes down the open area where there was once a road as he cries out for Donkey Kong to come back. Clutching his tank top hard as his vision becomes a blur. He can’t see anything. He can’t hear anything. Everything is circling around him.

Cranky turns his kart hard around “Get back to your Kingdom, Peach, AND DEFEND IT AS MUCH AS YOU CAN!”. Peach and Toad look at each other then at Cranky, nodding, then Peach quickly speeds away. Cranky speeds up to Funky as fast as he can until he spotted some clown propellers flying around the sky, some with the kongs and some still capturing them.

“FUNKY!” Cranky yelled.

Funky lifted his head up as soon as he heard his fathers voice. “Funky if you can hear me get your butt out of here, they are capturing the rest of the-'' before Cranky could finish his sentence, a clown propeller grabs his kart and lifts him up in the sky.

Cranky holds onto his kart “FUNKY!”. But it is too late, Funky has already been taken by the clown propellers. He didn’t pick up a fight against it, he just stood still. Looking down with tearful eyes.

Meanwhile, Mario and DK are still falling to who knows where. DK grabs a piece of the rainbow road and throws it at Mario “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”. “ME? WHAT DID I DO!” Mario yelled back as he dodged the piece. “THAT BLUE SHELL WAS GOING AFTER YOU AND I SO HAPPENED TO GET HIT AS WELL!” DK roared with a hint of frustration in his tone.

Before Mario could say anything, he spotted a pair of sunglasses behind DK “hey isn’t that Funky’s?”. DK turned his head around to see what he was talking about and gasped “No no no no those are his favorite pair!”. DK tried to reach for the sunglasses until he landed in the water alongside Mario.

The two began sinking in the water, but it didn’t stop DK trying to reach for the glasses. Mario swims towards DK to try and get him to the surface. However, DK pushed him away and successfully grabbed the sunglasses. He throws his hands up in excitement until a tire hits him on the face hard, causing him to go conscious and sinks some more into the water as he lets go of the sunglasses.

Mario acts fast and pulls DK by the tie to get him up to the surface. While Mario pulls DK up, the sunglasses and the rest of the items that were around them get eaten by a huge mouth and soon its eyes pop open.

Mario made his way to the top of the water as DK slowly woke up from his consciousness and swam to a barrel to float quickly “Mario.. You saved my life”.

“Yeah well I won’t tell anyone” Mario said jokingly.

“Good please don’t” DK said immediately. Mario rolls his eyes at DK “Okay.”

Mario looks away from DK as he searches around the water to see if there's any land. Unfortunately for Mario and DK, a humongous type eel surfaces from the below and stares down at the two. Before they could say or do anything, the eel opened its mouth and swallowed the two whole, then swam down in the deep water to rest.

Back at the surface, A floating lava like island still sails on in the sky and heading towards the mushroom kingdom. Inside of it, there is this one area where prisoners are being held captive in hanging cages under a pool of lava. Luigi happened to be one of them.

Luigi sighs as he sits in his cage bored out of his mind while listening to the blue stars little song that.. dark to listen. Eventually he hears voices coming down. He gets up to check what it was and soon spotted some cages falling down filled with kongs.

“Ohh fresh meat for the meat grinder!” A blue star excitedly said as he swirls around in his cage.

“Oh who is this ray of sunshine?” Cranky said sarcastically. “Someone that has been tormenting us.” the Penguin King answered as he looked at Cranky intensely. Cranky scoffs and looks around searching for Funky.

Kemak soon teleports in the dungeon on his floating broom stick “Congratulations prisoners, you all will be sacrificed at King Bowser’s wedding! To honor his success in marrying the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom, Princess Peach”. The prisoners groaned and gasped in fear, except for the blue star who cheered excitedly at Kemak’s announcement. Kemak smiled at the sight and disappeared into thin air as he took his leave.

Cranky grunted in frustration “well isn’t that just great.”. He leaned his head out of the cage and locked his eyes at Luigi “You!”. Luigi jumps a bit and points to himself “M Me?”. “Yes you, find my son, he has a white tank top, some blue shorts, and a red bandana with white polka dots.”.

Luigi gulped a bit and started searching for the kong Cranky described. He soon spotted the Kong that Cranky described and reached his hand up. He gently taps the cage to move a bit and Funky looks down at Luigi “Oh.. um that monkey wants to talk to you”. Luigi points to Cranky, who looks offended after being called a monkey.

Cranky clears his throat a bit and brushes his beard with his hand “If you didn’t hear.. We are being sacrificed for a wedding”

There was an awkward silence between the two until Funky started to speak out “I heard.. You don’t need to remind me”. Funky turns his back against Cranky, who looks offended “Funky don’t turn your back on me now, how the heck are we going to get out of this situation?”.

“Why ask me, you’re the king after all” Funky replied.

Cranky gasped a bit dramatically “don’t give me that tone young man, you know I am a good king. I give every single kings in my kingdom their wants and proper attention.”.

“Yeah well what about me and Donkey Kong huh? We are your sons, we are supposed to get the same wants and attention as you give to those kongs in our kingdom, but since you are so busy being all ‘royalty’ that you never gave the same recognition to us, making you a hypocrite!” Funky argues as he turns around and grabs the bars to stare down at Cranky. “I ain’t no hypocrite! I do care for you two, but you two don’t see it the way I see it because you think I'M the problem!” Cranky argues back as he waves a finger at him.

Funky grew enraged and yelled back “BECAUSE YOU ARE THE PROBLEM! DK always comes to me when he has a problem, he always comes to me for attention, he always comes to me when he needs affection from a family member, he always comes to me to feel some closure. HE ALWAYS COMES TO ME FOR ATTENTION AND WHERE WERE YOU WHEN HE NEEDED YOU THE MOST HUH!? WHERE WERE YOU!”.

Cranky grew silent as he looked at Funky in disbelief. Funky huffed a bit then moved away from the bars and sat down. He takes the photo out of his pocket and looks at it for condolence.

“Funky I’m-”

“Save it, if you really are sorry then undo the feeling of neglect. It will never happen anyways now that DK is gone.” Funky said as he whips a tear away when it forms.

Luigi looks up at Funky after witnessing the whole situation down between Funky and Cranky. It reminded him of Mario and his own father. All he can do is feel sorry and sit in his cage, listening to their argument.

Back at the water, the eel is sleeping peacefully after having a good meal. Inside of the eel is DK and Mario sitting separately from each other with their backs turned against each other. DK holds a broken piece of the rainbow road as he looks down at it “Now this is how I don’t wanna die. Being stuck inside of an eel's stomach next to an idiot with overalls.”.

“Well at least your brother isn’t gonna die because of you” Mario replied.

“Well at least you're not gonna die with your dad thinking you're a joke” DK said as he threw the piece aside. Mario put his arms against his knees as he looked down “Well my dad thinks I’m a joke too.”. “Yeah well… YOUR DAD’S RIGHT!” DK yelled as he turned around. “You know what! I feel bad enough just- just leave me alone.” Mario argued. “I never met your dad but he sounds brilliant” DK argued back. Mario turned around fully as he grunted in frustration “Why don’t you just go in a corner and smash some stuff you smash monkey!”. DK makes an offensive grumble then gets up as he starts slamming his hands and grabbing some stuff to smash on the floor “I. AM. MORE.THAN. A. GUY. WHO SMASHES THINGS!”.

A grumble sound erupted from the eel, making Mario and DK grow silent. Out of nowhere, a wave of water starts pouring inside of the eel with some sea creatures flying around. DK and Mario hold onto the closest item as long as they can, trying not to go down the deep hole. The water soon stops flowing because of the eel closing its mouth, going back to slumber.

DK and Mario soon crawl themselves back up after getting slashed from the water. DK tears a blooper off of his face while Mario shakes his head a bit to get some of the water off then notices something shiny on the floor. He picked it up and gasped a bit “Well will you look at that, it’s Funky’s sunglasses.”

DK turns his head to Mario quickly and grabs the sunglasses out of his hands “give me that you will break it!”.

“Geez not even a thank you for finding them?” Mario replied as he crossed his arms. DK doesn’t say anything as he checks for any cracks on the sunglasses. Luckily, there weren't any cracks, just smeared dirt on it. DK uses his tie to clean it up then sighs in relief “Perfect.. I thought I lost it.”

Mario leans to the side a bit as he cups his hands together and swirls his thumbs around “So.. How close are you with Funky?”. “Why you need to know.” DK said, annoyed as he glared at Mario. Mario put his hands up quickly “Alright geez I just wanted to know.”

DK huffed a bit then turned his back against Mario, rubbing his thumb against the sunglasses. He slowly starts frowning at the sight then sighs “since I’m gonna die in here. Might as well answer your dumb question.. Yes me and Funky are close.. Really close actually. We practically do everything together; we play, we race, we tell stories, heck we even pull pranks on our dad together. We were inseparable. When I’m with him, I feel safe and happy. I look up to him like some hero in a story book. Heck I even drew a picture of him surfing a huge wave.. He’s a really cool brother. He’s my inspiration to be myself. He always makes sure that I feel good about myself even when my dad looks down at me. But now that I’m separated from him, I feel lost.. Alone.. And scared.. We’ve never been this separated before and I hate it. I hate it so much. I wanna go home and be with my bro.. My big brother..” . Mario stayed silent after hearing DK’s answer. He pats DK’s back but DK shrugs his shoulders to get Mario’s hand off of him. He sighs a bit and looks around the area until he spotted one of the rocket barrels from the broken down kart “Hey I think I have a way to get us out of here”. DK turns his head to see what Mario was talking about and widens his eyes. The two looked at each other and smirked, thinking of the same plan.

The eel is still taking a nap until he feels something rumbling in his stomach, and not in a good way. He quickly swims up and coughs Mario and DK out, flying on a rocket barrel. They cheered and hooted as they flew in the sky.

“Mushroom Kingdom here we come!” Mario yelled. “Never yell in my ear again but okay!” DK yelled back as he put on the sunglasses. “You look exactly like Funky with those sunglasses” Mario commented as he raised an eyebrow. “Yeah but hotter” DK said confidently. Mario rolls his eyes and holds onto DK as they make their way to the Mushroom Kingdom.

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To be Continued.

(Welp there’s gonna be a Part 3 fuck)

[roomycd50]

Unpopular Wizard101 reddit post that I took the opportunity to vent on.

The animations are cool, but maybe add an option if you're soloing to just show a png of the spell card to speed it up.

There should be more side worlds.

Pet banks need to exist

Having a furry as a concept artist was the smartest decision kingsisle has ever made

The integration from 2D to 3D has a lot to be desired, too many things are bug eyed, inconsistent color palletes, and proportions that don't match earlier world.

lip-syncing was a mistake

Pet-stitching should exist if different pets give different cards, what if I want kookaburra cards on a forest leviathan or crow?

speaking of which You should be able to customize which item cards a pet has, I want to give my life pets feint and I'm willing to breed for it.

Pet breeding is way to time/effort costly.

Set bonuses could have been incredible for set building (an under-hyped part of the game), but they just kinda suck, the first boosts are too useless, and the last boosts are good, but composite sets just outclass them. they need a total rebalancing.

The only useful set bonuses were the Dinosaur pet and the dragoon gear. both are now obsolete.

Making bosses with universal resist and then making them a bit more resistant to fire/storm/myth is counter-intuitive to the point different schools, What's the difference between life and storm in the shadow Malistaire fight? the life has 100% pips and accuracy, boosted damage on first phase, more health, more resist, and can heal if they want. the storm makes it up in the second phase, but it pales in comparison to the first.

Going in blind into cheating bosses sucks when the cheats are too rough, I get instant killed the moment I choose the wrong spell, and usually categories of spells aren't allowed.

Healing, is that banned? what about maycasts?

Can I blade, what about aegis?

Traps, do I need to protect them as well?

Are auras an instant lose?

Do I have to aoe because targeting an individual causes them to -90 me? or is it vice versa?

Myth needs a "if you get 30 monstrology points for this creature you can get its summon card as an actual spell". It would be kinda broken, but myths identity would be saved and they kinda need it. It would also change it's gameplay to differentiate it from other schools

Arc 1's story is viewed as best due purely to cohesiveness and nostalgia. Morganthe alone is more compelling and you can at least see PART of what made her into who she is. A side quest where you can find one of Malistaire's memory crystals in dragonspyre as he tries and fails to save Syvlia would have done WONDERS for him. He might not have even felt overdone or pandering with azteca/darkmoor. the same could be said for daseign and grandfather spider.

World design (generally): arc4=arc3>arc2>arc1

notable highlights: out-of-water celestia and azteca

edit: grizzleheim too

More world design opinions, every arc one world besides Wizard city and grizzleheim have areas that are too repetitive.

Krok with it's recolored tombs. The digsite and colloseum are the only landmarks

marleybone with rooftops. (Remember the gazebo with the kidnapper? that was about as much variety as it got)

mooshu with the bamboo trails. remember is mirage when you fought in cites? That with china town syle would be awesome.

dragonspyre with purple/red pompeii style is the only style, its why the time travel is so memorable.

The krokosphynx boat, the marleybone airships, and the great spyre battle drake made the world seem so much bigger and more cohesive than several areas stitched together by loading screen.

Transportation methods besides teleportation and mounts and both variety and worldbuilding. so this is how they get around, imagine a battalion of drake riders flying through here or something.

a train where you could talk to the passengers and learn about whatever world you're in would do a lot.

There's not nearly enough puzzles, it would fix the problem of defeat x amount talk defeat and collect, talk talk defeat boss, rinse and repeat. Mixing up different game play like Khans dance game was great. Imagine trying to siege a castle with grumpy gobblers mechanics, saving a power grid with a bigger shock a lock, or making your way through a trapped dungeon way of the ninja pig style.

PvP for the better part of a decade has been nigh impossible to get into and the hieroglyphic parts killed any enthusiasm I may have had. I will say seeing the ravenwood teachers have new spells was really nice and I wish they would add more new spells up to level 100, 150 or just anything really.

Grizzleheim up to but not including Ravenscar has by far the worst story (after is peak though).

It's too much to go through in order to get to the meat of the story. Some more in your face foreshadowing or additions to the areas to maybe not hint that the coven is the bad guy, but the looming threat of Ymir's awakening could be pretty interesting. Just the idea of oh no, maybe I'm doing something wrong would add a lot to early grizzleheim.

Newer worlds are good, but I'd rather do the 170 quests in new wizard city, krok ,or marleybone areas.

In retrospect, ranting at 1 A.M didn't improve my grammar as considerably as I hoped.

[roseunspindle]

Helaena x Aemond x Lucerys

how many people can I ship Lucerys with? Let's not ask....

Mayhaps Luke and Helaena started writing each other post Driftmark. Luke asking about how Aemond was doing. If he would accept Luke's apology...well, partial apology? Luke can never regret saving his brother's life.

Helaena begins sharing Luke's letters with Aemond and she starts having two paths for her dreams, one ends in death for all three of them...the other...

So she goes to her father, possibly she asks Luke advice for how to ask her father for something specific that he might not want to grant to avoid fights. Luke has to be honest and tells her to do her hair and clothes like his mothers, he sends a few small sketches to show her. Helaena gets her maids to braid her hair and she finds one of her blue kirtles and borrows a black leather jerkin from Aemond.

Aemond has accepted her wish and through numerous and often very angry letters to Luke, she thinks they've reached some form of peace. (Considering the way Aemond has gone from scoffing at the letters the past year to laughing and eagerly replying...peace is good.)

Her father seems out of it, as he often is with the milk of the poppy keeping the pain away...but he smiles warmly at her and she knows Luke's advice has been sound. She feels a little guilty but she wants a happy ending...one where she see's a downy head in her lap while little feet kick in the waters of Driftmark, where she knows if she turns her head Aemond will be teaching slightly bigger hands to hold a sword and she can hear the laughter over head as Luke takes another child flying on Arrax. Dreamfyre and Vaghar are lounging further up the beach, enjoying the sunshine...

So she holds her fathers hand, and speaks of how sweet Luke is, that maybe he might need someone sterner beside him, but he'd need a wife too...

She talks and talks and when her mother brings up her betrothal to Aegon the very morning she's "flowered" at a Small Council meeting her father actually attended, he rebuffs that, and says he's thought about it and Aegon has no liking for Helaena but that he wishes to wed her to Aemond and to bridge the gap between families, he wants to wed them both in the way of Targaryens to Luke...

Also in part, returning Vaghar to the Velaryons as well, without anyone having to go into the matter.

Her mother and grandfather scream and yell but the king is set...it's just what his Rhaenyra would want...

Rhaenyra isn't so sure once she gets the letter, but accepts when after she asks Luke, he lights up and seems delighted.

Baela and Rhaena, upon finding out, seem ecstatic and ask in happy voices that you actually could have three people in a marriage? Rhaenyra nods hesitantly as of course Aegon the Conqueror had married both his sisters though it really isn't often done...

Thus Jacaerys finds himself betrothed to Baela and Rhaena who laugh at their father's discombobulated expression. Jace is a bit nervous to his new father's reaction (but he really likes both sisters!) but Daemon just shakes his head ruefully and says it's very Laena of them.

Aegon feels both relieved and miffed that he has been left out of all the marriage arrangements.

Helaena is pleased...she'll be much happier as Lady of Driftmark, Lucerys will be happy having people he loves with him, Aemond will be happier as Luke's right hand and husband than he ever would having to be Aegon's enforcer

[dbzebra]

126 for marten :>

Sorry this took a little bit!

I love GT, especially the Baby Saga, so I wanted to try something with that! Imagine this being a little AU where Goten actually went with Trunks, Pan, and Goku to space like we was supposed to lol

I’ve always wanted to do a full Baby Saga rewrite with MarTen, but this’ll do for now lol

When Goten came back to earth after searching for the Black Star Dragon Balls with his dad and Trunks, he thought it was all over.

They had killed that bastard Baby and saved the planet.

Or, he thought so.

Baby had survived. Not only that, but the thing has infected the entire world. Even got Trunks too. He had no idea what happened to his father. Goten sensed Goku’s energy disappear a while ago…

Goten escaped all the way to Roshi’s Island. Everywhere else was compromised. When he landed, he wholeheartedly expected an infected Master Roshi to attack him.

The last thing he thought he’d ever see was a teary eyed Marron practically bursting out of the door, and throwing herself at him after she knew it was really him.

“M-Mar, what’re you doing here??”

“After everyone started moving to the Tuffle planet, I got away… that guy got my parents, Goten! I’d rather die on Earth then go to that horrible place. They were about to kill me, but Uub… he… he saved me. Then he brought me here because it’s so far from civilization that most forget it’s even here…

“Uub is okay?! Where is he now?!”

“I don’t know. He said he had to go after Baby so he left. What about you??”

Goten explained to her the whole story, about the Machine Mutants, Dr. Myuu, and Baby.

“We thought we killed him. We made sure of it. But somehow he survived. When we showed up here it was too late. You should’ve seen the look on Pan’s face when her own parents attacked her. She’s just a little kid, she doesn’t deserve all this…”

“how’d you avoid infection??”

“Luck, I guess. The thing attacked Trunks first. Trunks managed to expel it from his body. He went for me but Dad managed to blast him to pieces, and then in the chaos we lost him. He hides in people and we have zero way of knowing.. Even with my power, it wasn’t enough…. I’m too weak! My dad bought some time and ordered me to escape. I didn’t want to but—“ he frowned. “It’s my fault… My dads probably dead because I wasn’t there to help him.”

“Stop that!!” Marron shouted, surprising him. “You did nothing wrong, sweetheart. The fact that you’re alive now means we can still fight back. It was an unfair fight. I saw them. Gohan, Trunks, Bulla, all of them looked so twisted, following Baby’s orders like some sort of puppet. And I know you, Goten. You wouldn’t be able to fight them for real even if you tried. Your have such a big heart…” Marron gently kissed his cheek.

Goten smiled. “You’re right. We’ll figure something out… but man I’m hungry… let’s order food. I haven’t eaten since before I got back!”

Marron rolled her eyes. Only her Goten would say that at a time like this. “We’re literally fugitives of the state. If Baby’s forces find us, I’ll you’ll be killed!!”

“So no pizza?”

“Dummy! We have to think of a plan!”

Goten frowned. “Alright, lunch can wait. I do remember hearing my brother tell me a story about how him, Piccolo and your dad saved the world from Garlic Junior by finding this thing called the Ultra Divine Water. It purifies people.”

“That’s perfect!” Marron happily said.. “I can save my parents! And your mom! And everyone else, then we can go home!” She jumped up, ready to race out the door.

“Just one problem.” Goten grabbed his fiancé by the hand and gently pulled her back to the floor. It’s up on Kami’s Lookout. And I’m guessing Dende and Popo are infected too. Who knows who else is there.”

“Dammit…”

“They’ll sense us if we fly, and I’m still too tired to teleport, but i think we can use Nimbus. I can’t leave you here, so you’ll have to come with me. If I distract them, could you get the water for me?

“What if I fail… the world is counting on me… I don’t even know where it is! That temple is huge!”

Goten brushed a lock of hair out of her face. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be right there with you, babe. We got this, okay?”

“R-Right!”

Together, the young couple climbed on Nimbus and shot off towards the Lookout. As Marron clung to his back, Goten’s eyes flashed a brilliant green. “I’m coming for you, you bastard.”