#|AND DAMMIT DARK MAKING ME EMOTIONAL THE FUCK|

[jamiepaige]

Constant Companions Closeup #2: NOT QUITE THERE

(also on spotify!)

b-b-back once again

Round two of the Constant Companions Closeups - a series of in-depth dives into the songs off of my latest album, Constant Companions! Yesterday was track one, Dyad - today is track two, Not Quite There, featuring the incomparable telebasher!

This one's a bit of a dark horse relative to the rest of the album, but it may very well be my personal favorite song on the entire thing so dammit let's Yap

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For the uninitiated, this song pulls heavily from a song off my previous album called Gummyworm, both in vibe and by very directly quoting its synth motif.

Both of these songs deal with two sides of the same emotional coin. I actually don't want to go into too much detail about it - I feel like the lyrics spell things out clearly enough - but I will say this:

When it's all you know, it's easy to believe that a love that isolates you, a love that doesn't respect you, a love that hurts is better than no love at all.

You deserve better. There are always people who genuinely want what's best for you, who want you to feel truly loved. It certainly isn't always easy - it's genuinely good if your interpersonal relationships have a little friction sometimes - but love should make your life brighter.

You deserve a love that's fair.

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The original version of this song was actually intended to be on Bittersweet alongside Gummyworm. The original concept for that album had a whole heady concept involving duality, songs reflecting each other, the two halves basically being reprisals of each other... Ultimately, I'm glad I scrapped that idea, because it was waaaaaay too much for me to manage after a couple years of barely making music. Maybe I'll revisit it someday though?

The drums on this song are sampled from an Instagram post by Louis Cole, where he's doing this crazy one-handed hi-hat blast by holding a drumstick sideways. I'm a drummer and that shit genuinely scares me a little like i dont know how he does half the things he does its fucked BUT. I bring this up because he's one of my biggest inspirations as a musician! I'm really big on jazz in general, in case my love for spicy chords wasn't enough of an indication, but his specific brand of freaky hyperactive bullshit just does it for me.

Seriously, go watch his band KNOWER play their song Overtime. Absolutely insane performances across the board. also Clown Core

This whole song is really just my attempt at matching some of that hectic jazzy energy with my own style of music, so I figured it only made sense to make it another collab with another musician making delightfully frantic jazz bullshit - the legend herself, telebasher! I really am such a massive fan of her work, and I struggle to think of anyone who plays guitar quite like she does. We previously worked together on another Bittersweet track, Asemic Speech, and her guitar work is a major reason why that song is still one of my favorite I've ever released!! She's just built different like listen to this oh my god!!!!

Lastly, since this song was one of the first written for this entire project... it is admittedly a case of me shoehorning the album's leitmotif in after the fact. It's a little forced when it shows up in the backing vocals! But, the choir of vocal synths during the guitar solo served an additional purpose - my own voice doesn't show up on the album again for another four entire songs, and this would've otherwise been the only song on the entire album that didn't feature any vocal synths. Thus did I attempt to bridge the gap, as it were. Hopefully it makes the final product feel more natural!!

Either way, that's all for today's post.... i think.... which means that tomorrow.... we're gonna rot.... for clout

[cringefailvox]

where would alastor fit into the staticbelle au, :0 ?

staticbelle au

OKAY IT REALLY DEPENDS BC!! we still don't know exactly why alastor is at the hotel! it could be because he's there on orders from someone else, or he's there to entertain himself, or to manipulate charlie for reasons unknown, or something else entirely—and the reason will really impact whether or not he'd choose to try and get involved with charlie if she was already supported by vox. a lot of his sway over the hotel comes from the fact that it was crumbling into disrepair when he arrived and he fairy godmother'd it into a somewhat functional project, therefore winning him a ton of emotional brownie points with charlie, but he wouldn't have that opportunity at all here because i really don't think there's anything he could offer charlie that vox isn't already providing (or wouldn't be willing to START providing if it meant spiting alastor).

however. presuming instead that alastor is not at the hotel to protect or look after charlie, or help her project succeed (since these would already be satisfied by vox), it'd be fascinating if instead alastor comes back after seven years and immediately antagonizes vox into losing his shit and making charlie go "ooookay! i'm gonna have to put my therapy techniques in action because vox is clearly not over his situationship." and that's how her and alastor meet. i think she knows about the alastor thing but hadn't really seen what the problem was before he came back; everyone in hell has enemies after all, and a little healthy rivalry never hurt anyone, but seeing it in action is totally different. after the third time vox plunges the city into darkness because alastor called him an insecure freak on air she's like umm. we might need to talk about this.

she's super worried about vox because she's never seen him this upset about anything before. vox is relapsing hard into his paranoid-obsessive shit that he'd worked on really hard in the seven years alastor has been away, and now it's all rushing back and threatening to ruin everything he's built—but also, his sorta girlfriend princess independent contractor person (???) is now insisting he try to "make amends" and "practice healthy emotional regulation" and "please stop brooding over your pit of sharks with a bottle of tequila i'm really nervous about you falling in and electrocuting yourself even though i know you're waterproof, come watch a movie with me instead?" and he can't decide whether he resents it or appreciates it (both. it's both).

maybe having charlie around to redirect him and encourage healthier outlets for his anger, unlike how val and vel normally handle his radio demon bullshit, DOES actually get him to calm down a little bit. maybe even enough to reluctantly agree to supervised counseling sessions with alastor, because fucking dammit charlie has gone behind his back to talk to al about repairing their broken friendship and he was so excited, vox, you should've seen him, he practically insisted on having me arrange a meeting, i think he really regrets how things ended between you two and wants to do better, please just give it a chance?? cue the worst couple's counseling session in the universe with vox stiff as a board and shaking with repressed rage in his seat while alastor sips tea demurely across from him and asks oh-so-politely how him and charlie met, and isn't this such a charming little affair, and ooh, redemption? how interesting! charlie is eating this the fuck up, overjoyed at the thought of meeting TWO overlords interested in her plan while vox can't do anything about it but seethe and fantasize about shooting alastor in the face when charlie's back is turned.

this actually sort of turns into vox feeling protective over charlie completely without meaning to, because he knows alastor isn't being genuine, he knows he has ill intentions, and vox has invested too much time and energy and honest commitment into both charlie and her dreams to let fucking alastor destroy it all by taking advantage of her desperate need for validation. only vox gets to capitalize on her daddy issues, dammit. but there's real affection there too, reluctant and uncomfortable as he is with its existence, and it's making it extremely difficult for him to handle alastor's Everything without betraying the fact that he's become emotionally compromised and isn't just looking out for his business interests.

charlie, meanwhile, thinks she's going to get to kill two birds with one stone here: she can help vox get over / assuage a broken relationship that's clearly causing him a lot of distress, and she can rope another influential overlord into endorsing her project, which prods the door open that much further for her to enact real change in hell. but alastor isn't the same kind of monster as vox, and she might be a little in over her head this time—because she just can't stop herself from having faith in people's better natures, even when every indication is pointing the other way. it's a kind of earnest and willful naivete that's like blood in the water to people like alastor and vox. at least she knows—she hopes—vox would hesitate now. she can't really say the same for al. either way, she's going to keep trying, and it's really a race between charlie's ability to infect people with soft mushy friendship emotions by double-bluffing their manipulative plots and alastor's ability to pry people open like clamshells and inflict horrifyingly intimate betrayals on them.

(hint: charlie always wins the long-game. there's only so many times you can sarcastically banter about your feelings over scones with your archrival and your girlfriend supervising before you start actually making breakthroughs and unwillingly understanding each other. charlie has weaponized "ironically committing to the bit too hard" in her favor and it works everyyy time)

[11thsshadow]

deathxproof​:

Rory was breathing harder now. It was a mixture of panic and slow acceptance. His own train of thought followed Dark to the same conclusion: as hard as he tried, if he carried on he risked hurting Amy. He didn’t want to, he would try his hardest not to. But it wasn’t a guarantee.

“is it better or worse to not leave anything behind?” He asked, mostly to himself. What would he even say? Actually a psychotic Time Lord. I’m sorry. I love you. See you later. ? He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure he wanted to anymore. So his thumb brushed over the little release button on the cover of the watch. Rory paused from that impulse, and put the watch on his wrist, looking at it for fully for perhaps the first time ever. There was an internal agreement inside of himself. A conversation, maybe a deal— and then Rory Williams opened the watch quick after. Like jumping into a pool. Like jumping into countless other deaths before.

And oh, did becoming hurt. Oh, it hurt like a bitch, so long locked away, still fresh from regeneration that had practically stalled out into a chameleon arch some centuries ago now. He yelled, something loud and a bit hoarse, leaning over himself for a few moments, catching his breath.

Then he stopped, and straightened out, rolling his shoulders back and letting a shudder run full through his body. Right. There was someone there.

“…. Thank you.”

In this moment it occurred to Dark that he surprisingly didn’t feel the sadistic glee he would ordinally feel. In fact, he realized there was a lingering part of him that was heartbroken seeing his former companion go through this. For as much as he hated the human race he couldn’t get himself to hate Rory or Amy. He’d spent so much time with them, gotten to know them and had considered them family. And now that the Master was coming out, Rory was gone, finally, and Amy would come home to an empty house, because of him.

A stray few tears escaped before Dark shook his head at the thought. He the better part of 400 years detaching himself rom human sentiment and emotions. He couldn’t, no wouldn’t, let one death change that now. And for the first time in nearly 600 years, a friend he long thought dead was finally in front of him. No longer contained in a flimsy watch. Living, breathing, hearts beating. In pain, yes, but ALIVE. 

“So you were here,” Dark spoke quietly for the first time, his own voice hoarse. “This whole time you were here. I wonder if I looked so close in my universe, would I have found you?”

He refused to take his eyes off of the time lord, he took a final step closer and in a moment of weakness pulled him into a hesitant but warm embrace. “I’m not alone. Truly not alone.”

@11thsshadow Rory Williams… Was not having a good time. Before they went back to their capital-R Regular Lives, it wasn’t too bad. Now that he was back out in the real world for a while it was more imperative to keep it under wraps. At the hospital, spending time with his dad, to a degree when he was alone with Amy… It felt important to him to keep it a secret. It felt important to not talk about the watch he’d happened upon that he swore his… Dad gave to him? How frequent his already chronic migraines were becoming, vivid nightmares, strange impulses, erratic emotions… 

He was taking a day to himself for the first time in a long time. Amy was apparently on a girl’s trip, he didn’t have work. Tend to the garden, sit on the couch… It’s why he jumped when he came back inside their house to see the Doctor there. Just. Standing there. And I Rory must have looked so confused. “What the- you can’t just- that’s— I- I didn’t even hear you. What are you doing here? Ah-“ Rory cleared his throat, straightening out, trying to appear less cagey. “Hi?” 

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

OCT. 1 — KINKTOBER ‘23

PUBLIC SEX & SEX POLLEN WITH DICK GRAYSON

ktober m.list

tags: fem reader, breeding, noncon photography

it wasn’t unusual for dick to go on patrol in the early hours of the evening. after all, being the oldest son in his family, the man was given—and took—the tasks and times in which his siblings didn’t want

8PM was the time when you saw your boyfriend on the news, snapshots and lives videos being taken through windows of the vigilante nightwing successfully placing poison ivy under arrest. handcuffs were placed on her wrists that rested against her back, defeat filling her face as nightwing was quick to make his escape before police had flooded the area.

9:30PM was the time you were supposed to meet your boyfriend at the wine bar you chose. thirty minutes after he finished patrol, giving him just enough time to freshen up and put on a nice outfit for you. though; he had arrived exactly one minute prior, walking in with furrowed eyebrows and a tight lip—contrast to the soft smile you were putting on display for him.

"hi baby," you greeted once he was in audible distance. without a beat to acknowledge your words, a single greeting upon you, he’s placing his hand on your arm."let’s go," he says, standing beside your form that’s sat at a high top.

your brows furrow as you watch dick, the way his face held close to no emotion, the way his aura felt as if a cloud was hanging over it, he felt so dark.

"what..? we made reservations here for tonight," you remind the man, this date planned earlier in the day. planned around dick’s schedule most of all. but, dick doesn’t care as only one thing is occupying his mind.

his hand takes hold of yours, pulling it enough for it to fall off the table and enough for you to know he wasn’t joking. enough to know that, despite protests, you weren’t staying long enough to finish the glass of wine that had your lip stains on it.

without another word, you’re following dick out the door and down the sidewalk. but, he’s quick to turn a corner down an alleyway that’s eerily dark and empty.

"i’m not-" you start knowingly when his form is pushing you against the rough brick wall. his lips attached to your neck without another thought.

"please, fucking dammit, just listen," he pulls his wet lips off your skin to say, his voice rough until he’s looking at your widened eyes. "i’m fucking you here, you already made me wait enough. was gonna make that pussy mine in the bathroom of wherever the fuck, but you didn’t wanna," his words fall as sweet as honey despite that vulgar tone to it. despite the way his hand falls against your throat, pushing more and more with every words he says.

"i’m fucking you here whether you like it or not, yeah baby?" he leans into your ear, "gonna have you walking home with cum dripping out your pretty pussy. lick it all up when we get home," dick breathes out a laugh, both hands moving under your thighs to press you up against the wall.

he’s glad you decided on a dress tonight, because he didn’t feel like ripping fabric off of your skin at the moment.

and you’re glad that your boyfriend is a vigilante that knows every alley and every dimly lit street in gotham. while you had no idea where you were, you knew that dick had the awareness of his surroundings… and if he didn’t, he was still a vigilante.

one hand remains under your thighs while the other goes down to his pants, taking the button off and ripping his zipper down. his movements are quick, but you don’t have the capacity to think about why dick is this fucking horny.

while dick’s usually great with before care, despite how many times the two of you have fucked and made love, you’re biting into his neck in attempt to conceal the scream leaving your throat as his full length thrusts into you in one go.

it would’ve helped if dick had told you he’d dealt with ivy tonight, telling you more than what the news had. would’ve helped to know that the pollen in which she extinguished through vines and flowers had gone straight to dick’s bloodstream. straight to his cock, the only thing he was capable of thinking with as he found you where the two of you were supposed to meet.

but, dick hadn’t of even had the occurrence. only knowing that he wanted to stuff your pussy full, and blamed it on his own sexual frustrations of not getting enough of you the past week.

"fucking-slow, dick," you say loudly, but the man who was pulling out only to slam back in couldn’t give a fuck. couldn’t care if you screamed, because nobody was coming down here, and his movements were allowing him some sense of relief.

shouldn’t you be grateful that you’re stuffed with cock? the one that’s molded your cunt perfectly to the size of it?

the pain begins to subside, and instead an overwhelming pleasure that you’re usually eased into, comes rushing all at once. your body burning despite the autumn breeze that swept through the air, the sweater that adorned your arms falling to the ground. it doesn’t matter, dick’ll buy you another.

the groans that escape your throat start turning into moans, and you can feel the cocky smirk that your boyfriend pulls against your skin. "oh, now you want it, huh? now you wanna be all pretty-fuck- on my cock?"

his words are deep as he growls them out, nothing in comparison to the pretty moans and whimpers you attempt to conceal. but dick is shameless, fucking you without a care in the world that there’s passerby’s on the street that are definitely looking in the alleyway you both are.

your face turns red as you realize the fact. realize that, if there was an actual light in your vicinity, paparazzi would have a field day, and your naked pussy would be all over the gotham times the very next day! instead, the silhouette of two connected bodies and a symphony of nasty sounds is the only thing that everyone else gets a peak at.

it turns dick on that much more, watching the way your eyes widen when you look at everyone else.

"what, don’t want everyone knowin’ how much of a slut you are?" dick questions, fucking you enough to put you in a daze. fucking you enough that, you can’t make out quite exactly what he’s saying, but when you hear the name he’s called you, you’re clenching around his length. "fuckin’ whore," he starts, "felt that pretty pussy squeezing me… c’mon, ya better cum all around this cock."

it’s sinister, the darkness in his eyes, the black hairs that are sticking to his forehead, the beads of sweat that are falling from the tip of his nose onto your flushed skin. "’m close, fuck, ‘m really close. please, wanna cum," a chant leaves your lips, and dick’s hands squeeze the flesh underneath your thighs.

his own flexing at an alarming rate. you’re not quite sure how his stamina is working hand in hand with his movements, but, he works harder to fill you with his milky cum, surprised he hasn’t finished yet.

but, maybe he has without realizing it. wanting to stuff you ‘till he’s dripping out of you for the nth time.

"that’s right, keep squeezing me, baby," dick groans, lips finding the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. sucking and biting on the skin that he’s positive is red and puffy by now. a pretty bruise taking the place of his teeth by the morning.

as the word leaves dick’s lips, you’re squeezing enough to have cum filling you, the mixture of yours and dick’s dripping down your thighs and making a ring at the base of the member which just abused you.

but, dick stops thrusting while leaving himself inside of you, allowing you to catch your breathe before he breaks away and is the reason you’re feeling empty.

you whimper once’s he is pulling out, one hand allowing you to find the ground gracefully, while the other moves between your legs, tapping the swollen entrance that’s slicked and filled with a mixture of him and yourself.

"better hold it all in," dick warns, because that was simply round one of the night. that was simply the start to the long evening that—the thought of—was already making the man painfully hard when taking your hand on the walk home.

☆

you swore you didn’t see a single camera flash! swore that you didn’t see anybody recognize either of your faces! but when you’re collecting the mail the very next day, your stomach drops as you read the headline.

‘playboy dick grayson goes all out in public with his housewife!’

🏷️: @petriquors @harleycao @idyllcy @aviixol

happy kinky season u freaks

[librathefangirl]

i've already watched the new ep too many times so... SOME OF MY FAVORITE DETAILS OF THE MELIODAS VS ARTHUR FIGHT

The Full Counter! (Meliodas swooping in at the last moment to protect his loved ones will never not make me sob)

The first sate sate sate of the season? With that epic pan over him holding his sacred treasure?? Also with him saying it in a way that reminds me of the sate sate sate of the Kingdom Infiltration arc??? HYPE!!

my sweet baby arthur what happened to you?? 😭😭

Meliodas managing to shield Tristan behind him AND looking intimidating while doing so (despite the height difference!)

Oh my pretty beautiful man, I've missed having you on my screen 😭🥹

The fucking power and destruction behind these attacks! Just the sheer visualization of it 👌

The way the new characters are FREAKING OUT and the old ones are like welp his majesty's got this, let's get out of the way

Tristan's wings!! I LOVE the black feathers (especially how they actually fall off in all the action)

i can't capture this through the screenshot but- The way you can just see and hear how much more uncontrolled and rage-driven Tristan's attacks are

Meliodas flipping the tables on Arthur! (the way Arthur goes from nearly landing a potentially fatal hit on Tristan to having to jump out of the way of Meliodas' attack)

Meliodas' demon mark! (and the way it only comes out AFTER Arthur almost harms Tristan 😭)

Trillion Dark!! The love I have for this move! And it looks fucking amazing here!

The oh shit look(s) on Arthur's face

Kick that racist, baby! 👏

The sound effects of Tristan's out of control darkness here... 👀

Tristan's reaction to realizing Meliodas got hurt 🥺 The gasp! The look on his face!

Okay. I wasn't gonna include any dialogue details here (because I've mostly been able to watch without subs) but... The dialogue that I know is happening here 😭 the how can I be a king if I don't care about my son bit from Meliodas and the to be a king we have to set aside our own feelings from Arthur, and this especially in light of Meliodas' past with his own father and his lack of care for his sons and opinion on personal feelings/emotions🥺😭😭

Meliodas immediately going to Tristan's side (even putting away his weapon and turning his back on his very powerful enemy because he loves his kid so much)

THE WAY HE'S HOLDING TRISTAN (I could make a whole post about everything I love about this one shot)

Despite how many characters can fly in this universe, there's something unnerving and powerful about the way Arthur does it in this scene - like. specifically the way he lifts off the ground

Meliodas willingness to die protecting his family is also something that will never not make by sob 😭😭

There's something about Percy's scream for Meliodas, and the way it's visualized, that just hits hard (and especially considering how he actually just met him)

Not the shook on his face 😭 he was fully prepared to take that hit

That catch!! 🥺

And the way he holds him 🥺🥺 and the worry in his voice 🥺🥺

The way he's just so happy that Tristan is okay and back to his normal self and nothing else matters at that moment 😭

Blurry background family!

And I'm gonna stop now because this was supposed to be about the Meliodas Vs Arthur fight and not the entire episode - but some final things I loved: Lancelot and his dramatic entrances, Percy literally vibrating with his want to help fight Arthur, the casual way Lance fights, Donny and Gawain's expressions/reactions throughout the whole thing (which tbh deserves its own post), and of course-

THE WAY THE OTHER SINS WERE READY TO PULL THE FUCK UP BECAUSE THAT'S THEIR FAMILY YOU'RE MESSING WITH DAMMIT!!

[piko-power]

If there's one thing from Season 2 of Sonic Prime that lives rent free in my head, it's THIS-

It's a small moment, but so much is dissected in just three seconds of this one shot.

Mainly the expression and the voice from Sonic here.

Deven Mack's delivery on screaming out for Shadow's name is just, incredible. You can literally hear the fear in Sonic's tone when Shadow got slammed by some giant crystals and fell into the void. (or whatever the heck it's called I'm thinking about rewatching some episodes until Season 3)

And since we can recall the final moments in Adventure 2 where Shadow falls to the Earth, and apparently knowing that according to one of the Takeovers, Sonic was going to save him but Shadow refused him to so that way he wouldn't fall with him, this just makes this moment, and the delivery alone, even more intense, if not, heartbreaking. (At least in my opinion lol)

And we need to mention the eyes.

I couldn't help but notice some of the smallest of details not a lot of people pay attention to, unless you're me, who goes insane over outstanding animation details. XD

My personal favorite details are the eyes, since they express a lot of emotion without words. This is the best example.

These emerald eyes? Right here? Fucking horrified of loosing Shadow.

Frantically looking around the darkness looking for a black and red figure and just praying that he's still there, but especially alive and okay.

This tiny moment here just means so much to me.

Sonic here, for a split second, thought that he lost Shadow, and not only did he nearly loose him again, but Shadow was the only person he knows from his own world, meanwhile his friends (and Eggman) were shattered, and this was also after seeing his friends as ghosts on loop.

And even though earlier they were fighting over Nine's gadgets, Sonic here was worried, if not, terrified, about loosing Shadow, the only one who survived the whole shattering the shards shtick aside from himself.

Plus, he needed someone from his world to talk to anyway (at least try to talk to) since his friends right now don't know who he is, suspects him as a bad guy, betrayed him at some point, all of the above, etc.

He ain't loosing Shadow. He doesn't even care if they were fighting, he is NOT loosing Shadow.

He is NOT loosing his only friend.

And that's why I love this shot here.

And I also wish I can just clip videos instead of just taking pics without said audio god dammit-

[queenslimeball]

Just for you

Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Requested by; anonymous

Contents; Angst, Fluff, Established relationship

Summary; Gator finds out that his girlfriend was mugged and is assigned to the case.

Deputy Sheriff Gator Tillman. With a girlfriend? That seems rather impossible to most, especially his father, the sherrif, Roy. But it's true. Y/n is her name. Gator met her on a failed mission. Roy had sent him purely for one job. Don't fuck up. That all went straight out the window when he saw her.

Gator just knew he had to have her. It was a quick decision. The easiest one of his life. He's always so very confident, but when he approached her a second time to ask her out, he panicked. He just stared at her with his mouth gaping slightly. She looked rather confused and had to pull him from his thoughts. Eventually, of course, he had asked her out. She had said yes.

Gator thinks the world of her, but he has a tendency to snap. He's never been in a relationship long enough to know what he's like or what to fix. If he even could fix it.

The last time they saw each other, she had come back with Gator and Roy to theirs. Roy is always so sceptical of them both, but he always leaves them alone. They had an argument. A petty one at that. Gator had wanted to have sex with her, but Y/n didn't want to disrespect Roy. To Gator, that just means she "doesn't love him," of which he had all wrong.

The night ended with Y/n leaving at around 11 pm. It was dark out, and Gator didn't like letting her leave, but he was too stubborn to stop her.

Gator heads into work with Roy. He has been rather quiet since last night, wondering if Roy heard them arguing. He leans against the wall while Roy sits at his desk. A moment of silence falls, and Roy looks at Gator like he's done something wrong. The usual look.

"Why are you just standin' there?" Roy questions, staring intensely at Gator.

"I got nothin' to do." Gator replies with a shrug, as if it should be obvious.

"Yes, you have. I told you about a call for a mugging during the drive here. Were you not listenin' to me?" Roy replies.

"I–" Gator can't find a response. He stares at Roy and looks away. "I weren't." He finally admits. Gator slowly looks back at Roy. There's a moment of silence again. Roy looks frustrated with his disappointment look this time.

"What do you expect me to say? Go!" Roy commands before looking back at his work.

Gator tries to leave, but Roy's voice stops him.

"Are you forgetting something?" Roy calls calmly from his seat. He gestures to the case file on his desk. Gator huffs and storms back over, swipes it off the table, and leaves in a tantrum.

Gator gets into the truck outside. Skimming through the case file as if it's unimportant, his skimming falters when he reads one name. Y/n L/n. She was the one who got mugged last night.

Gator tosses the file aside. He stares at the steering wheel, his breathing gradually picking up. He's frustrated, not only with whoever did it but with himself, too. He thinks about how he let her leave last night. What if he had stopped her? He could've prevented this. Gator's emotions spill over, and he hits the steering wheel in frustration, the car horn going off.

Driving to the scene in a lightning fast time, Gator doesn't know what he will say or do. He just knows he needs to get there. Get there. Find her. Make sure she's safe. He knows where to find Y/n's house by now. He's driven there many times. Many times. He pulls over outside and gets out.

Dammit. Some other cops beat him to it. No surprise there. There's a cop crouched down by Y/n's side as she sits on the steps of her porch. And Y/n is– crying. Not just crying, but having a full-blown panic attack. Gator's frustration dies down. He just feels guilty.

He's over there like a moth to a flame. He pushes the cop out of the way by his shoulder and takes his place, kneeling down in front of her. "What the f–" He hears behind him. But he takes no notice. It's just him and Y/n right now.

"Hey, hey, look at me, gorgeous." Gator says, his tone as gentle as he can make it. Y/n's eyes move from her lap to Gator. Her breathing is heavy and shaky so a reply would be a struggle.

Gator takes Y/n's hands and puts them on his cheeks, letting his own cover hers. He shuffles ever so closer.

"Deep breaths, okay, baby? Listen to my voice. Focus on me." Gator lowers his voice, trying to sound gentler. It's not often he speaks like this, so he has to physically try, as worrying as that sounds. Y/n just nods along through her tears. Gator breathes along with her, a deep one in, then a deep one out.

"Good girl. I didn't mean anythin' I said last night. I should've kept you safe, and for that, I'm gonna find who did this, okay? I promise ya, I will." Gator promises. Y/n nods as she starts to calm down.

"I won't get a good night's sleep until I've solved this." He adds, taking a hand from hers to gently caress her cheek as her breathing calms down. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Y/n speaks up while she dries her eyes. She moves forward into Gator's arms, and he holds her like that for a long while. Gator gently rubs her back and keeps her close, not wanting to let her go again.

Over the few days, Gator works on making it up to Y/n and also trying to find whoever mugged her. As the days pass, it's proving to be harder than Gator thought. Much harder. Every day that Gator sees her and says he hasn't found him upsets Y/n. It makes Gator feel worse that he can't do this for her. This one thing.

Gator sits on the edge of his bed, music blasting in his ears. He just stares at the wall, hoping he'll have some kind of epiphany. But nothing comes. All he can think of is the look on Y/n's face when he says he can't help her.

"Fuck... I'm so useless." Slips from Gator's lips without thinking. He leans his head into his hands. Y/n is the one person in his life who doesn't entirely think that he's an asshole. Just this one person who needs something. He's disappointed in himself, but to a very high extent.

When Gator wakes up the next morning after chugging some whiskey, through the splitting hangover, he cracks it. He sits up in a flash but quickly winces at the pain. He scrambles out of bed and heads out, putting on his jacket as he goes. He's barely got a clear head, but it's enough to finally do something right.

That night, he knocks at Y/n's door. He's triumphant. He's excited. He had good news, for once. But Y/n doesn't come to the door.

Gator waits a little longer, getting impatient very quickly. He bends down and peeks through the letterbox. The lights are on, so why isn't she here?

Gator walks around the front of the small house to the side, where he looks through the window into the lounge. There, Y/n is – asleep in an armchair. Gator doesn't quite know what to do, so he just repeatedly taps on the window, hoping that will be enough.

It seems to do the job, and Y/n stirs and eventually looks to see her boyfriend outside. He is just staring at her, which is a rather strange sight to wake up to, but she smiles, no doubt. Y/n rises and walks over to open the window.

"Was you watching me sleep?" Y/n asks, teasingly.

"No, no. I just came to talk to ya." Gator replies, unable to stop a smirk. It's clear it's about something good.

"Come in, then." Y/n replies. She steps aside and lets Gator crawl in through the window, supporting him when he stumbles through.

Gator wraps his arms around Y/n and kisses her. He pulls back and looks down into her eyes. He brushes his thumb over her cheek.

"I got the guy who did it." Gator says, breaking the silence. There's no more to explain. She knows what he means, of course. Y/n's face lights up.

"You did? Oh, thank you so much." Y/n's voice quivers as she wraps her arms around Gator's torso and buries her face into Gator's chest. Gator just stands there with his arms around her, not quite knowing what to do except rub her back.

"I told you I would do this for you, baby." Gator replies. "Just for you."

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Arthur.

He sounds very insistent, almost urgent, so Arthur’s response is to roll over on his other side and say half into the pillow, “If you start talking about the ceiling again, I’ll scream.”

-What? No, for fuck’s sake, I want to talk to you.

He huffs a sigh. “Can it wait until morning? John, I’m tired.”

And yet you’re still awake.

There is no good retort to that one, because he’s objectively correct. Sleep is proving evasive, despite how physically and emotionally wrung out he feels. Hell, maybe some conversation would even help ease him into unconsciousness. He shifts again, so he’s lying on his back, looking up at the underside of a roof he can’t see. “Fine. What do you want?”

Back in Addison, it had been… what, from your perspective? A few days?

“If that,” he mutters, somewhat reluctantly.

And already you were… I don’t know. Self-flagellating. You wanted…

“Forget about what I wanted,” he tries to deflect, feeling instinctively defensive. “That’s over with now. It doesn’t matter.”

Just let me talk, dammit! I thought it was… that this was new, that something in Addison brought it on, but back in the Dreamlands you… I’m just– I keep… circling around it, but I don’t… He can hear him trying to wind his way back out of the maze of words. When he speaks again, it’s almost pleading.

Why did you do it, Arthur? Why did you put that dagger to your throat?

“…Oh.” Now slightly mollified, he lets the question sit for a while. It hadn’t quite… occurred to him, that John might not have immediately grasped his intentions. What it must have looked like from an outside perspective. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t trying to die. –I mean I was, but it was… that was a… side effect. The, the method, it was…”

Then what the fuck were you trying to do?

“I… he was– using me against you, John. I couldn’t…” he falters on the words. It’s difficult to put voice to that whirlwind of emotion.

So you thought if you removed yourself from the equation, I would… his voice turns suddenly acidic– what? What happens to me if you die, Arthur?

It’s less of a question than a sharp reminder. And he is reminded, of using this same thing as a whip to make Yellow compliant. A fleeting stab of regret made sharper by John’s sudden silence when he confirms aloud, “The Dark World.” But he presses on– “We- we both go. Or so we believe. And so the King seemed to think, as well.”

Yes, he almost growls the word, his discomfort with this entire subject painfully obvious. That’s why it’s so imperative that we avoid it.

“But the alternative—if I let the King take you, I thought you would… disappear. Forever. That… that John… would be... beaten into submission, and then destroyed. But the Dark World—you would still be… you. And I would be there, too. We could… find each other.”

There is a long silence, and when he finally speaks, he can hear him weighing every word, as if it’s deathly important that he make himself crystal clear. Arthur, the Dark World is… torture unimaginable. Even now, I cannot describe it to you in a way that will… do it justice. It is a hell that stretches on unto infinity.

“But we wouldn’t be alone,” he rebuts, like that’s all he needs to say.

John lets that sit for another long moment, apparently at a loss for how to respond. There’s a weight to his silence that makes his mind whisper unwelcome things—he’s keeping something from you, he’s—but he swallows that thought back. He actually doesn’t want to start another fight, not this very second. He can give John a fucking minute to think.

Finally, he speaks, sounding like he’s turning the words over as he does. You… were trying to… save me.

“Save is a bit generous,” he murmurs in response, lolling his head to one side on the pillow. “Uncharitably, I was trying to keep you. Not as if I gave you a say in the matter. I’m not sure which word you would prefer.”

I– John bites something back, sounding startled. He hesitates, again.

I don’t… want to lose you, either.

He hums, a bit surprised with himself at how pleased he is with that response.

So please, he turns insistent again, don’t make it so that I have to.

“I won’t.” He reaches to his left side, finds the arm and trails down to the wrist, the hand, knits their fingers together. “I promise.”

[bleach-your-panties]

💔the pathological liar - pro hero! yo shindou x fem! pro hero! gf! reader

warnings: characters aged up to 20+, lying, cheating, arguing, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual activities, non-con (reader does say no), dub-con, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, name-calling, physical struggles, physical fighting (one-sided, so assault?), reader has a smart ass mouth and is kinda toxic as well, slight!yandere!yo, toxic relationships, toxic mindsets, false imprisonment, triggering subject at the end. read at your own risk!

☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.

💔: banner images from pinterest. 

💔: banner made by me with canva. 

post themes: say my name - destiny's child

                      confessions, parts I & II - usher

                      take a bow - rihanna

                      shake it off - mariah carey

💔 3.5k words

💔read in dark mode for best experience!

🖤series 🖤touya.

—--

—--

I know you say that I am assuming things

Something's going down that's the way it seems

Shouldn't be no reason why you're acting strange

If nobody's holding you back from me

'Cause I know how you usually do

When you're saying everything to me times two

Why can't you just tell the truth?

If somebody's there, then tell me who

—--

"Baby, ain't nothing good. It's all bad."

—--

'Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message system: 

"Shindou, Yo". Cannot come to the phone right now, please leave your message at the tone-'

Before the recording could finish, you were throwing your iPhone across your bed as you shrugged your backpack off of your shoulders.

Your boyfriend, Yo Shindou, never answered his phone when you called. Never when you called, but he'd always immediately send a text or call you back hours later, claiming that his phone was dead or that he'd misplaced it somewhere at the agency. 

Like now, for example. 

'ding'

'Sorry babe, got caught up in something last minute at the agency. Call you back when I'm home. Love you.'

You scoffed as you read over the message.

You wouldn't be getting a call back, that much you knew for certain.

With a sudden urge to be petty, you texted back:

'Something like what, Yo? Another bitch's pussy? Yeah, people at my agency are starting to talk and guess who's the topic of conversation? Just know that the label of 'cheating boyfriend' won't do your "picture perfect" image any justice. Bitch.'

After hitting send, you tossed the phone back onto your bed and that was where it would lay until you got out of the shower. 

As soon as your bathroom door closed, the phone vibrated with another text. 

'Oh, so we're doing this shit again? Bet. I'll be over in 20.'

—

After moisturizing your body and putting on some pajamas, you climbed into bed and pulled out the book that you'd been reading. Leaving your phone discarded somewhere in the covers.

It was starting to get to one of the more interesting parts when a chorus of loud, booming knocks came on your front door.

"Who in the fuck?" You threw the covers back furiously and slipped your fluffy slippers on. 

You walked out of your room and down the hallway, the beating at the door only growing more intense as you sucked your teeth.

"I'm coming, dammit!"

Pulling the door open without checking the peephole first would be your first mistake of the night.

When the messy mop of dark locks, green/yellow hero uniform, and chiseled pecs came into your view, you immediately tried to slam the door shut. Yo wasn't having any of that.

He grabbed the edge of the door, wedging half of his body inside of your apartment before he pushed it forward with force, making it slam and bounce off of the wall. 

Once his boots made contact with the carpeted floor of your apartment, you took multiple steps back, putting about two feet of distance between the two of you.

"What's wrong, baby? You don't look too happy to see me."

Scoffing harshly, you bit your bottom lip between your teeth as you glared up at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Beating on my goddamn door like you've lost your mind. Thought you were caught up in something? That just goes to show that all you do is fucking lie. You bitch." 

Yo just looked at you with his face scrunched up. He was clearly irritated with your antics, especially the name-calling. Kicking off his boots, he began to walk towards you. 

"Stop fucking being difficult, Y/N. You know, baby, if you missed me and wanted some dick, all you had to do was ask nicely." 

He said in that irritating, condescending tone that he always uses when talking to those that he feels are beneath him. You being one of those. Even though you're a pro-hero just like he is. 

Not believing what you were hearing, your mouth dropped open. You could feel the blood begin to rise in your ears, loud and whooshing against your skull. 

A dry chuckle then left your lips. 

"You think…that all of this is because I want some dick? Trust me, sweetie, if I just wanted some dick I could go get it from any one of your co-workers. A lot of them have been giving me the eye, you know. Especially since you're never around and I just changed up my hero uniform, so the skirt is short-" 

Yo cut you off by grabbing you by the biceps and yanking you towards him, making you stumble and throw your arms out to try to balance yourself before he then slammed you up against the wall. 

"Don't fucking play with me, Y/N. If you know what's good for you, you'll think twice about trying to entertain one of those bastards. Especially-" 

"Especially who? Bakugou? Oh, he'd be my first choice if I were to step out on you." You smirked up at him. 

He snarled. Your smirk widened as you could physically hear him grinding his teeth. 

Yo was quiet for a moment, just glaring at you as you stared right back at him with a bored look on your face. You even went as far as to yawn.

"Yeah, it's not so fun when the rabbit has the gun, huh?" 

He didn't answer, but instead pulled you off of the wall and hoisted you up over his shoulder. A big hand came up and smacked forcefully against your ass. 

"That's alright. I know how to fix you." He chortled darkly, moving away to begin walking down the hallway to your bedroom. 

"I don't want your community ass dick! Put me down, Yo!" 

He just ignored you and kicked open the door to the room. 

"Sure you don't. You always do this shit to get my attention, Y/N. Catch an attitude, start a stupid ass argument, and then I fuck it out of you. Same shit, different goddamn day, baby." 

Yo said after tossing you onto the bed, making your forgotten phone flop onto the floor. He gave it a puzzled look. 

"Oh, so that's why you seemed so surprised to see me. You didn't read my text." 

He chuckled, reaching to grab your hip to flip you over onto your stomach as if you were a pancake. 

Rough hands began to caress your feet, ankles, and legs, all the way up to your inner thighs and bottom of your ass cheeks, just under the hem of your nightdress. 

"No panties? Yeah, you were definitely planning on getting dicked down tonight, you needy little slut." 

SMACK

SMACK 

Your back arched off of the bed at the painful stinging of Yo's slaps. His hands felt heavy as lead as they connected with your soft flesh. 

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

"Where are you going? Thought you liked when I spank you, huh?"

Yo wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you back when you tried crawling up the bed to escape him.

"Stop it, Yo…hurts…" You whined. 

"It hurts, Yo, please stop." He mocked. "Stop being a fucking brat, then."

He grabbed one of your ass cheeks and squeezed hard, making you moan out involuntarily. 

"Moaning like this but you don't want my dick? I bet you're dripping fucking wet for me right now, Y/N. Dare me to check?"

You didn't respond, which prompted Yo to do as he suggested and slip two fingers underneath you between your ass cheeks to get to your slick folds.

"Damn baby, all this for me, yeah? Only me."

He growled. With his large hand, he covered your entire bare pussy and activated his Quirk.

A harsh shiver wracked through your entire body, another soft moan leaving your lips. Yo only pressed harder, moving his fingertips to graze over your clit repeatedly.

"Y-Yo…please, daddy…" You whined, making him smirk down at you. He increased the vibration of his fingers along with rubbing your clit from side to side.

"Say you're sorry for bringing up Bakugou and I might let you feel this fat dick next..." Yo rested his upper body against your back and snaked his free arm under you to hold you up off the bed just a bit.

"No..I'm…n-not sorry. I meant it. Oh fuck!" 

Yo grimaced before grabbing you and flipping you back over onto your back. 

"What did you say?" 

Your e/c eyes were wet with unshed tears as you frowned up at his handsome face. You didn't falter.

"You heard me." 

"I thought I told you that if you know what's good for you, you won't even think about that motherfucker!" He seethed.

"I obviously don't know what's good for me if I'm still fucking around with you!"

Before you knew what was happening, Yo had pinned you to the bed by your throat. Moving between your legs, he used his knees to spread them.

"Yo, stop!"

"Shut up, bitch. You'll learn to stop pissing me off one day."

His belt hit the bed as he undid it, his black pants and underwear soon following it. You tried to pull your legs up, but he surged forward, pushing his hard dick inside you with one thrust.

Head falling back against the soft mattress, you couldn't help but keen as Yo began a rough, fast pace. He gripped your calf to pull you closer and stretch you open wider for him.

"Yes, Yo…right there! I'm going to cum!" 

Yo grunted in response, trying to hold back from cumming himself.

"Yeah, baby? My fingers got you all ready to cum on my dick? Let it go then, oh shit." 

He sped up even more, making your free breasts bounce outside of your nightgown and the headboard hit the wall. It already had a small dent in it from your previous heated romps, but neither of you seemed to care very much.

It could be painted over once you moved out.

"Oh God, I…!" 

Your release splashed against Yo's pelvis and drenched the sheets beneath you.

"Ah, fuck. Yeah, made that little pussy squirt, huh? Stay still for me, baby. I'm about to nut." 

Your eyes widened. "Yo, no. You're not wearing a condom and I haven't replaced my NuvaRing yet!" 

It had been out for five days now while you waited on your doctor to send in a new prescription. 

That didn't stop him. Either he was too deep into his impending orgasm to hear you, or he was flat out ignoring you. 

"Yo!"

"SHIT! AGHH!" 

Blind fury clouded your vision while Yo's was clouded for a completely different reason altogether.

"Damn…" He breathed out, making sure to stay deep inside you until he was finished cumming.

Once you got your bearings, you sat up abruptly, making Yo stumble back onto his elbows. He sucked his teeth once he saw your angered face. 

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't want to have my baby?"

"Yo, we're both in our early 20's at the height of our hero careers. We're nowhere near ready for a damn baby!" 

The raven-haired man was about to respond until a soft, vibrating sound silenced the both of you.

You slowly swung your legs over the side of the bed, searching for the source of the noise.

Bending down, you surveyed the floor briefly. Your forgotten cell phone lay halfway underneath the bed.

It's not your phone going off. 

Yo could've been mistaken for a ghost; you watched his face blanch white while he patted the pockets of his discarded pants searching for the missing device.

A race against time, but you spotted it first.

With the rectangular device being tangled in your covers, Yo almost knocked you off the bed trying to get to it, but you were way faster than him. It was already in your hand.

tatas💕: my appointment is at 3pm tomorrow. are you going to be able to make it?

You scrunched your nose and swatted Yo's hand away while reading the text.

"Appointment? What is this about, and why does Tatami need you there?"

Cold e/c eyes turned to stone while you watched Yo fidget nervously. This is one of the only times you've seen him like this; the other when he asked you out for the first time.

"Y/N…do you love me?"

"What kind of question is that, Yo? If I didn't, would I still be with you?"

"Unconditionally?"

Your nose scrunched. Something isn't right…

You knew all about Tatami. Yo's ex-girlfriend from high school. He told you that he broke it off during their third year because she was becoming too clingy. You'd even met her once, when you had a joint mission with her agency.

"Yes…"

"Say you'll never leave me?"

Oh hell no. He was asking too many questions now.

"What did you do, Yo? Huh?!" 

He just hung his head. His phone vibrated again in your hand. 

----

Everything that I've been doing is all bad

I've got a chick on the side

With the crib and the ride 

I've been telling you so many lies 

Aint none good, it's all bad

And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long 

Girl I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that 

----

"Everytime you called my phone, I wasn't at the agency working overtime…I..I was with Tatami."

A long, loud sigh left your lips. Your free hand came up, knuckles resting against your forehead.

I don't want to look, but I know I have to…

"Y/N.." Yo warned.

new message

"Y/N, please, baby…"

tatas💕: i know the doctor said that we won't know the sex until about 20 weeks, but i can't help being so excited! we're possibly going to have a little yo running around soon! 👶🏻

Your grip on the phone tightened. 

----

If I could turn back the hands of time 

And start all over I would

Instead of everything being all bad, baby

Everything'll be all good

I know today is the day that I end all the lying and the playing and the bullshit, girl 

----

"Y/N, I'm sorr-" 

WHAM!

Your knuckles that you'd been resting against your forehead went across Yo's face at the speed of light. You punched him hard as hell in his face, making him tumble over and off the foot of the bed. The sight would've been hilarious if you weren't so fucking pissed.

"I knew I was right…." You chuckled. "I fucking knew it. You knew that she was pregnant, too. You've known for months."

Yo looked up at you with big, watery eyes full of regret. Almost like he was a different person entirely. 

One hand clutched his throbbing cheek. You'd hit him so hard that his lower lip busted. His perfect face would soon be discolored black and blue, across his forehead, nose (that was also bleeding now), and right eye.

"I'm sorry! Baby, I'm sorry!" 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YO! YOU'RE ONLY SORRY BECAUSE YOU GOT FUCKING CAUGHT!"  You raged. You lunged off the bed at him and started hitting him everywhere, as hard as you could. You even grabbed two handfuls of his black hair and yanked his head around.

Yo finally grabbed your arms and pinned them against your chest. You'd grown exhausted, so you just let yourself fall against his naked chest.

A bitter chuckle, then the tears, hot and angry. You couldn't hold them any longer as you looked up at Yo, staring at his swollen, beaten face.

"You're so fucking ugly when you cry. What the fuck are you crying for, huh? I'm the one that got cheated on. Lied to, played with, manipulated." 

"Not only did you fucking lie to me and cheat on me, but you fucked around and got the bitch pregnant, too. This has got to be a joke."

Yo slowly crawled up from the floor with you in his arms, blood dripping down his nose and lip, staining the carpet, then the bedsheets while you covered your face with your hands and sobbed. 

He cradled you gently and laid his head against yours, lips kissing at the temples.

"Baby, please…we can work this out. I don't love her. I love you, but I…I still want to be there for the baby…"

Your brokenhearted wails only increased in volume.

"Don't cry, baby. I promise I'll be here for you and our baby, too."

—-

Three Months Later 

Yo made good on his word to be there for you.

Shortly after his "confession", you found out that you were pregnant as well.

Tatami is currently six months along, while you're only three.

Turns out that all of this was a part of Yo's twisted plan. 

Instead of your late birth control being due to your doctor's or the pharmacy's incompetence, it was Yo who called the doctor's office pretending to be your husband and had them cancel your refill request. 

Yo then demanded suggested that you take time off from hero work while you were carrying his child, which you slightly agreed with, but still did so with reluctance.

You don't know how he did it, but you guessed being one of the top 20 heroes carried with it a lot of weight for him to be able to take off enough to make it to all of yours and Tatami's appointments.

He even moved you out of your apartment and into his. Into your own room. 

The reason that you had your own room was because Tatami ended up losing her apartment due to being out of work, so Yo moved her in as well. 

With the way that the living arrangements had been set up, you and Tatami might as well have been sister wives.

To attempt to keep things "fair" between the both of you, Yo would designate certain nights where either of you would get to sleep in the room with him. So neither of you would feel neglected by him.

His heart was in the right place, wasn't it? 

Even when you could clearly hear the whispered moans and soft creaking of the bed from Yo's room on Tatami's nights.

No matter how you tried to make yourself not hear it. 

Yo didn't want you stressing out, he claimed, so he bought you many expensive gifts and gadgets to help you get a good night's rest.

None of them worked. 

Not when the walls in that apartment were paper thin.

Many nights you cried and raged to yourself. 

Obviously all of that stress wasn't healthy for the baby.

Which leads you to today.

A pair of dark sunglasses hiding your eyes along with a long trench coat and hat to conceal the rest of your persona.

They were loud and jarring as you walked in, but your world had gone numb three months ago. Now you were trapped inside your own world as you stepped up three flat steps into a white, brick building. 

A ghost clutching a brown clipboard only made the atmosphere even gloomier before whisking you away from the judgemental eyes and into a plainly decorated room with blue walls.

She read over the papers first then handed the clipboard to you, one more questioning look being shot your way. 

You just gave a simple nod.

—-

"You have reached the voicemail box of L/n, Y/n. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

BEEP.

Yo sighed heavily and put his head in his hands before standing up to walk out of your completely barren bedroom.

Before he closed the door, he whispered softly,

"Why, Y/n?" 

Your location on his phone showed him exactly where you were.

—-

Gotta make that move 

Find somebody who

Appreciates all the love I give

Boy, I gotta 

Gotta do what's best for me

Baby and that means I gotta shake you off

—--

a/n: i think this piece was a pretty strong start to the series! i'm really proud of it! stay tuned, there's plenty more bullshit to come!

*remember, if you get angry enough at your partner that you feel like wanting to put your hands on them, just walk away! 

[cat-mermaid]

@modeus-the-unbound made this great post:

They put into words something that has sat in my brain but I didn't know how to address it, so now I do:

THIS

YES

THIS DAMMIT

Even after Miq sheds off all of his parts, and even after using Mohg to further his goals, I’ve still always thought that the Miquella we see at the end of the game is the best damn leader the Lands Between/Shadow Lands could have even gotten

I’M EVEN COOL WITH MIQUELLA TRYING TO STEAL MY CHARACTER’S HEART AND HAVE ME JOIN HIM, THAT SOUNDS DOPE AS FUCK

“Divinity is a cage!” who is caging him if the GW is gone? What is this cage? Why is it bad? Why is it so bad that it would be better for him to be dead then continue on as a god who wants to save us all from the consequences of his mom’s actions?

“Becoming a god means he’ll be beyond saving and forgiveness!” FROM WHAT TRINA, FROM WHAT. If she would to elaborate just a little more, saying something like what Gandalf said in LOTR about the one ring, how though he himself would try using it for good, it would end up corrupting him and make him a monster?

If Trina had just said a little something along the lines of-

EVEN THE MOST NOBLE SELFLESS SOULS WILL BECOME CRUEL AND UNYIELDING UPON GAINING THE MANTEL OF GODHOOD. MIQUELLA WILL BECOME A MONSTER GREATER THAN THOU CAN IMAGINE

-OR WHATEVER THEN I MIGHT BE DOWN TO PUT MIQUELLA DOWN LIKE OL YELLER

in past fromsoft games, I’ve always accepted the vagueness of the plot and the lack of answers, because at no point in demon/darksouls/bloodborne does anyone ask the question “how did this happen” everyone is just living in the moment and you are just plopped into and given a goal, your character and the characters around you aren’t trying to solve anything, just to obtain somthing

but the thing is that in Elden Ring, we are given way more plot and character backstory about NPCs(specifically Marika and the Demigods) then the past games, and thus we’ve become way more invested in them then characters like Gehrman, Lady Maria, Annalise, Micolash or Eileen the Crow

we the player haven gotten so much lore about the Demi gods, especially Miquella, that care about their destinies, their goals and their success/failure.

You think I cared about anyone in Dark Souls 3? Not really because we don't get any really deep interactions with many of its denizens. ALSO that world was pretty doomed, no real saving it.

You think I cared about anyone in Bloodborne? Kinda but most of them died right away and ALSO That world was SO doomed unless you became an infant great one.

In Elden Ring we’re told Miquella is the equivalent to Jesus/Buddha, and that he has the potential to mend this world, set it right and make it a better place for everyone. We’re disappointed when we see that he’s just ended up in a cocoon in the end, withered up and old because Mohg seemly fucked up his attempt to fix his body and ruined the haligtree plan

But when we the player find out that in the dlc Miquella is actually fine and wandering the Shadowlands, trying to get the to gates of divinity and ascend so he can right his mom’s wrongs? HOLY SHIT YES!

Previous fromsoft games have never done this kind of thing, usually every character meets their tragic end and thats it! No hope, no second chances.

So thats why I think it hurt the fanbase so much to go through that emotional roller coaster only to be told at the end oh lol you have to kill him now its for his own good yeah the sleepy gal said so

All it leaves is a sense of bafflement, bitterness and disappointment. Being a Fromsoft game, maybe thats wat they were going for

(what am I saying its Fromsoft, of course thats wat they were going for lol)

[moontheoretist]

Why I have to suffer like this?

I just wanted to google "Why Sith Warrior has only one apprentice". I didn't want to see bad takes about how "Ashara's development is ass because she doesn't "have "persona" or "doesn't even fall to the Dark Side". EXCUSE YOU. That's HER DEVELOPMENT. She doesn't fall because she is not the type of Jedi prone to that. She is a Jedi who QUESTIONS the Jedi teachings and who doesn't understand why emotions are considered to be bad to the Jedi. THAT'S WHY SHE DOESN'T FALL. People who follow the teachings of the Jedi without any questions (with obedience like Jaesa) or who question but are denied bare human emotions (like Anakin) are usually more prone to falling because they were deprived of skills they need. Because Jedi Order is teaching them that emotions are bad they don't learn how to cope with emotions and when you don't know how to cope, you just fall like a fucking rock to the bottom of the pit. There is no control, no rails to catch yourself on. Coping allows you to descend down rather than fall, it helps you to control your investment in the Dark Side. See Lana Beniko and her amazing not a mad woman persona. She is not acting like a typical psycho because she has skills to manage her own emotions. Siths are about using emotions for battle. Managing your emotions is the most improtant skill they may have. Uncontrollable falling into the Dark Side, or chosing corruption and becoming a mad driven lunatic is the worst thing that Sith can do. That's. the. point.

I will not judge or riddicule people who pushed Jaesa to the Dark Side but I will definitely make a fucking problem from people who lack the ability to UNDERSTAND the world they're playing in and its nuances. Ashara is fine. Her development is not worse than Ahsoka's - hell, she actually keeps to her views about the Jedi Order while Ahsoka, even though she actively rebelled against the Order, turns around later in life and still doesn't get why her Master had fallen. (If anybody here is badly developed it's Ahsoka in Mandalorian and Ahsoka TV shows. Her portrayal in Clone Wars animation showed that she had the greatest potential to understand all the wrongs of the Jedi Order, but no, Filoni was like "oh attachments make you vulnerable to fear". Shut the fuck up. The contradictions you are creating drives me mad!) Is Ashara's story a bit bland? Yes. But so is every other companions' in this game. After their recruitment you never get anything more meaningful so saying that "Xalek had a persona while Ashara didn't" is bullshit. The only true statement in this bad take is that Xalek deserved more than what he got. He is very interesting character and I hate it that he is just relegated to the "alien apprentice" whose name you are not allowed to respect. He sounds very dedicated and loyal when you speak to him, and I think he could be treated with much more care than he is. And the same is true for other companions too. Every single one of them deserved better, but Xalek specifically was treated like a decoration.

Ashara not having a persona. Seriously!? I constantly keep talking with her about the Force and stuff, and I saw how she behaved in the quest when we were recruiting her. I liked her approach and the way she was thinking about the Force and how she asked questions and rebelled against Jedi's bullshit. She has a personality of a Jedi rebel. That's it! Her not falling to the Dark Side is the feature not a mistake, dammit! It's very clear to me that someone mistook blodthirstiness for persona.

[bengiyo]

Cooking Crush Ep 10 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Prem and Dynamite deepened their relationships with their boyfriends but neglected their relationship with Samsi. We learned that Dynamite is not on speaking terms with his dad ever since he came out, and won't force Fire to come out because he knows firsthand how poorly that can go. Samsi wasn't thrilled about being kept in the dark and broke up with his friends, leaving their group chat for the competition.

Interesting. I was wondering if we'd see Samsi coming back in the clutch, but instead we get Ten.

Episode 10: The Trio of Friends: Like Three Essential Elements in the Trio Paste

Dynamite has Fire whipped. You can see Fire's dynamic with his mom kicking in.

I like the way Ten is helping them process this, knowing that there aren't any immediate fixes to this.

Thank you, Metha. Let's get to the emotional core of what Samsi is feeling. He's worried about being left alone. I'm so happy they're giving Dome real work in this role.

They left a note!!

I love Metha, and I also love that he won't back down on pushing his friends to be open and honest with their boyfriends.

Wow, Ten listened and already kept them in the game.

COME THROUGH, TEN. Fuck those bullies up!

I'm loving that Fire is here to support Dynamite and is giving him the charge he needs.

Oh, I really liked the way they hugged.

Let's talk about how good these glasses work on Ten with this outfit and this determination. I'm here for it.

Okay, this shirt changing scene is so sensual and tender. It's what I deserve. Years of Off characters struggling with Gun's characters. This is everything I've ever wanted from them.

I love this resolution. I like that Ten gets to stand up for them, but they still have to compete on their own merits as a duo.

How these two failing to manage moving around each other.

🎶 AND THEN A HERO COMES ALONG 🎶 I got actual tingles.

Metha is here, too! I hope he brought Samsee.

The narrative of this dish is so satisfying. I cried.

This white man is amusing the shit out of me.

I love Ten stepping away to let the friend have their moment.

I think it's time we cut Changma in the face.

Changma is so unprofessional. I despise this man.

Fyyyy!! Myyyyy!! They are now yelling their pet names in public.

I'm so proud of Fire. I don't mind him pretending to gate coming out behind the competition. He's ready.

Metha is a real one, and I hope he and Samsee become a thing.

Dammit, Prem! Don't run away from a confession!!

Goddamn. Prem gets discouraged so easily.

Not this mofo again! I'm sick of him!

He hit Prem with that James T. Kirk double shoulder grab.

FUCK YEAH, TEN! THAT MOFO DESERVED TO GET DECKED!

Yes, Ten! Make him say it! Make him shout it! We had enough of that shit with Saengtai already!

Oh hell yeah all our threads converge next week!

This show is so fucking good holy shit. Samsee had completely normal fears about being left behind and not being enough for his friends, but he came through for them. Fire and Ten were here to support their boyfriends. I love Ten making Prem say it, because it's important to make things clear. I love this show so much and am so happy for OffGun. Dome got to do real work, and they're letting Aungpao play a nuanced character too. We are eating good (pun intended).

[skaruresonic]

what were your favorite things about starline before he was ruined

Oh, God, Starline. ;A; How I miss the poor bastard.

Beyond his design, my favorite things about him included his foppishness, his showmanship, his meticulousness, his (relative) calm demeanor, his "comedic intern" angle, and his devotion to licking egg-shaped boot.

Oh, and the most prominent aspect of his character, the linchpin on which all else rests: the simpery.

I will give credit where credit is due, his simpery of Eggman coupled with his more cautious and lowkey nature (at least, compared to Eggman) offered a genuinely new and refreshing dynamic at the time. It didn't seem to come with strings attached as it usually does.

I also used to like his penchant for unintentional comedy. It seemed to be the same flavor of comedy with which they tinge some of Eggman's character.

Granted, Starline was probably always meant to be something of a buttmonkey, but later issues had him ping-pong between being Better Than Eggman(tm) and a buffoon. The constant switch made it difficult to fully invest in him in either case, because one minute we were meant to consider him a srs bsns mastermind and laugh at his failures the next. And not in the balanced way Eggman's humor generates; there were times I genuinely couldn't tell whether we were supposed to root for him or not.

And then, of course, he got crushed under rocks. Big oofed.

Starline used to be funny. Watching him rant and rave? Cry tears of joy? Make an uwu face as Rough and Tumble embarrass him in front of his idol? Funny, because it subverted his otherwise suave Bond villain image, and because you knew that eventually Eggman would crush his windpipe like a squeaky toy. Selling your soul to the devil can only end in tragedy. It filled you with a morbid sort of joy and a dark anticipation as you waited to see how bright this dumpster fire would blaze.

This was one pathetic meow-meow of a man, strange yet oddly compelling. Shame his delusions of grandeur stole away the entertaining aspects of his personality for a more boring, straight-laced character. Even bigger shame that we were supposed to pretend he never meant anything to begin with.

That's not to say Starline could never have had character development, nor that he should have remained a static character. Just as Sonic exerts a positive influence on others, show us how Eggman exerts a twisted influence. Make Starline's devotion to Eggman even unhealthier and fucked-up than it already was. Not in a "I can fix you" kind of way, but in an "I will light myself on fire to keep you warm" kind of way. To the point of self-destruction. That seemed to be the logical direction for such a character, anyway.

But nah, they had to drag us along Starline's unimpressive journey to strike out on his own. Which, like... He stole 90% of Eggman's shit anyway, so how effective was he really? And even if the whole point was that Eggman made him and he's nothing without his idol, then why did the book give him two mini-series? Has he been mentioned even once in the book since his death? Somehow, I very much doubt it.

I don't want to get into it with his creation of Surge and Kit because I'd rather pretend they don't exist, thanks. Yes, I'm aware Starline was originally conceived as their creator, but I think Flynn should have caught on that his character had changed. Realized that trying to cram him back into the original mold would only break him.

And you know what. Even after having suffered 30 issues where Starline was fucking insufferable with his whole "I'll surpass Eggman" schtick, I still felt sad for his passing.

To make matters worse, I felt foolish for my emotional investment, because dammit, I guess I was hoping his story would have culminated in something more substantial than "his favorite flowers are forget-me-nots (snicker)."

Now that I've learned that IDW can drop even their most popular characters in a heartbeat, I'm never making the mistake of even accidentally becoming invested in them again. They're not going to bother developing them or even give them a proper sendoff, so why should I continue reading?

Fs in the chat for my boy. They did him so dirty.

[bucknastysbabe]

Back to the Old House Ch:2

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4,456

Tags: PEGGING, dom/sub, family fist fights, racism of the fantasy variety, Aemond hates Strong People, make-up sex, Emotional discussions, planning the sesh while at distressing photo shoots, Daddy Uller is Angy, Politics?, Pentos has good weed hc

A/N: Yes I Named The Dildo That. Also I don’t beta so if something is really dicked up lmk lmfao. The idiots are together what will they face next? Sandy cunts, gay pirates, sacrilegious strap names could be on the docket. Hope y’all ~enjoy~

Previous Chapter

Chapter 2 - You’ve got everything now

Upon awakening you thanked R’hllor for giving you the strength and courage for last night. You stretched and noted the lack of stress on your body. You could still smell the hints of Aegon around— picturing the way he’d hog the covers and cutely scrunch his nose when it was time to get up. Mentally you slapped yourself. It was not time for semantics. You had a phone call to make.

You searched around the covers for your phone, cursing when you couldn’t find it from your prone spot. You sat up and moved around the duvet and pillows. No dice. You probably threw it in your rage last night.

Knock knock knock.

Your body tensed at the noise. Aegon was probably still hungover in a cranny so there was no telling who it was. Rolling out of bed you placed a robe on and tucked your hair behind your ears. Taking a deep breath in you lifted the bar and opened the wooden monstrosity.

MOTHER OF FUCK.

Aegon stood there, looking haggard. You made to slam the door but he wedged himself halfway in. You hissed, “Get back you ass!” He yelped, “Ow! Stop! Just let- fuck- let me in!”

“No!”

“C’mon!”

You tried pushing him out but the bastard was persistent when he wanted to be. Aegon growled, “Gods dammit I need to explain myself before you jet off! I laid out here all fucking night let. Me. In!” He shouldered fully inside and you jumped back, crossing your arms with a huff. Aegon panted and leaned against the dark oak door. His red-rimmed eyes pierced you.

You turned on your heel and distanced yourself to be closer to the dull fire, throwing a log in angrily. Aegon stumbled into a chair still catching his breath. Back turned you spat, “Explain yourself then. Because it just seems like I’m another little pawn in your life to be tossed about.” In a fit of anger you spun and shoved his chest with a shout, “And you of all people don’t get to talk about my family!”

Aegon held his hands up— bottom lip wobbling. He began, “I. I-uh.” He stopped with a heavy swallow and an aversion of your disappointed gaze. Running a nervous hand through his hair he managed, “I got so mad yesterday because dad’s right. I ruin everything I touch.” Aegon paused again with a sniff. Your posture slightly loosened but remained silent.

“I-I would rather run you off being a dick than actually trying and fucking it all up,” the prince warbled.

“Aegon. You absolute idiot. I would’ve ended whatever this is by now if it were you just being a dick,” you sighed.

Fat tears leaked down his reddening cheeks. You fought the urge to wipe them with a twitch. He replied, “No- no- you’re too good for me. You should leave. I was a monster last night.” Blonde locks shook along with his head. You whispered, heart aching, “Do you want me to really go? Because you won’t see me again.” Violet eyes grew wide and he hugged his middle.

The air between you two grew heavy and stagnant.

Aegon finally snapped, “Please don’t leave me. I think- no- I love you,” he dropped to his knees and fisted his hands in your robe. You stared down imperiously, a hand running through platinum knots. You hid your surprise with a flat reply, “I love you too, asshole.” Tears came unbidden to your lashes. With a laughing sob you added, “My dad isn’t a sandy cunt either.” Aegon’s face lit up at your weak joke.

He hugged your waist and nuzzled against your tits. Aegon promised, “I won’t call him a sandy cunt ever again. I’m fucked up but I can’t see my life without you. I-I’ll do my best.” Dropping to your knees you cradled his cheeks, thumbing away his tears. You whispered against his lips, “It’s about damn time, you better be on your best behavior” He surged forward to kiss you, the sounds of waves crashing and seagulls squawking in glee outside. Aegon gasped, “I’m yours.”

Aegon’s hands covered your own while his chapped lips pressed softly. You shared a couple of gentle kisses together gradually getting more heated until you pulled back with curse. Aegon blinked dumbly and asked, “What?”

You frowned and said, “You were too drunk last night to remember but we have a photoshoot today. Shit.”

Aegon groaned and tried to kiss you again, receiving a finger to his plump lips. You shook your head and stated, “We need to get ready. You look and smell awful.” Aegon groaned against your finger, hands coming up to grip your sides. He whined, “I’m so damn hungover. We could just skip.”

You teased, “If you get nice and pretty, behave for some photos I’ll fuck you with Blackfyre after. Be a good member of the nut jobs today.”

Aegon’s eyes widened and he groaned again, “Ah- you know I can’t resist Blackfyre. Or the wielder of it. Fine babe.” You smirked at his submission and finally being called by a pet name. Blackfyre was the big ass strap-on that you had. Usually it made Aegon wail. So you excitedly dragged the weary Targaryen up and shoved him to the shower.

Aegon scrolled through his phone and murmured, “Fuck- gross- we have to do it the garden.” He was decked in a fitting black suit and you in a fiery red jumpsuit of your house. A black jacket and pumps matched your official boyfriend. The sigil of Uller was pinned to your lapel.

You chuckled, “What’s wrong with the garden?”

Aegon rumbled, “Fucking thorns and shit everywhere,” he paused, “You look hot by the way.” You grinned wildly and pinched his ass, earning a cute yelp. The sheer giddiness filling your chest couldn’t fuck up anything today. Daeron walked up behind you two and hummed, “Wow. You’re up before noon.” The younger brother hit his vape.

Aegon nabbed it and took a puff. Daeron snatched it back with a cry, “Hey fucker get your own!” You stifled a laugh and added, “He needs to calm his nerves before doing absolutely nothing.” Aegon shoved both of you with a scoff, darting down a curved hallway. You still had no idea how this castle was built with dragonflame, it confounded you.

Hellholt was imposing but a pretty simple open layout. The old dungeons were a different matter. Aegon held the door open for you and his sibling, mouth set in a grimace. You eyed the ‘garden’. There was a tall twisted statue of ancient stone surrounded by thick, dark trees. Thistles and cranberries littered the ground. It had a nice scent though.

Alicent turned with a surprised look. She gasped, “My, perfect timing! You two look great. I’m so glad you made it Aegon.” She hugged him again, the man awkwardly patting her back. Daeron snorted, “Gee, nice to see you too mom.” Rhaenyra shook the youngest boy and commented, “You look fetching Daeron.”

She turned her icy gaze to you. Nervously you gave a small bow. The princess stoically offered a hand, holding yours. She smiled with an offer, “Would you like to have some wine with me one evening? It would please me to get to know more about Dorne and her interests.” You nodded vicariously and chirped, “I would be honored to! Just let me know when.”

She winked and strode back to her brood of dark headed boys and Daemon. Who was bitching loudly and frequently. Aegon, now released from his mother, pulled an arm around your waist. He asked quietly, “What did my dear half-sis want?”

“Wanted wine and to discuss Dorne.”

He kissed your cheek and muttered, “Typical ‘Nyra. Proud of my future politician.” You raised a brow and whispered, “Are you being nice because of Blackfyre?” You couldn’t help but be wary, Aegon was of the flaky sort. But he seemed determined earlier. You looked down out of fear.

He snorted, “No! I told you I’m on my best behavior. Maybe you’ve sweetened the deal but I’m yours.”

He nuzzled into your neck sweetly. Alicent did a double take at his behavior and returned to ordering the photographer around. Viserys was rolled in by Criston, the elder recounting fights with Daemon here. The rogue prince guffawed, “I always knocked your ass into the berries.”

Jace shuffled over to you and Aegon. He eyed the PDA and asked, “Better I presume?” You both smiled tightly at Rhaenyra’s eldest. Jace shrugged and covered his mouth when he whispered, “Whose boots do I have to lick to get some good weed around here?”

Aegon snickered and jerked his thumb to Daeron, idly scrolling on his phone. Jace lamented, “Blegh- that Oldtown stuff was mid last time.” Daeron, now perked up, joined in, “Chill man this shits from Pentos. Swear.” All four eyes widened as mutual understanding passed over.

Daeron smirked. He texted into a group chat, “Sesh at 5. Wouldn’t want to go to dinner fucked up or anything ;)” You laughed when you saw Baela’s placid face explode into a grin.

The family was gathered. With minimal bickering. Besides Aemond glaring daggers at Luke. Alicent was placing everyone around Viserys. Daemon bitched, “No no no- I get to be behind my brother! We can share! Otto isn’t going to blow up.” Alicent— in a rare moment— flipped him the bird and moved onto her kids. Viserys slapped his knee and turned to his brother with a grin. Rhaenyra settled her own, the younger Viserys on her hip.

Alicent moved you right in front of Aegon, making sure his hand was on your side not your stomach. You snickered, gods forbid anyone think the wayward prince had impregnated a Dornish girl. Aegon rolled his eyes and looked up at Aemond. He teased, “What happened with that girl? Alys was it? Did she get turned off by you killing animals in your free time?”

Aemond gritted his jaw and coolly stated, “Just you wait.” You did admire the second son’s level-headedness— he really did receive a lot of shit. Aegon’s face drained of color and you hissed between your teeth, “Quit it you ass!” He shot you a look and frowned. A quick peck on the lips lightened his mood. Alicent made her way to behind Viserys, a green gloved hand on his shoulder.

The photographer took many exhausting photos, some smiling, some where the children had to switch places. Viserys the younger cried until Rhaenyra had to retrieve the baby off his grandfather’s lap. Even Criston hopped in for a few. Alicent clapped her hands together and said, “Okay. Let’s just have the royal bloodline in the photos now.” Daemon scoffed, “Hurry up with the bloody pictures!”

The royal bloodline excluded you only. Rhaena seemed concerned but Rhaenyra kept the beautiful girl and her sister by her side. Aegon piped up, “Really?” Alicent ranted about marriage and you nodded, stepping to the side. You stood around awkwardly until asking Ser Criston to guide you back seemed the best idea. Before leaving you announced, “Aegon darling- I’ll be in our room!” Poor thing was probably going to pop wood in the pictures now.

Criston commented behind closed doors, “Did you enchant the boy?”

You shrugged, “I think- it’s that I finally told him no and he realized. R’hllor knows how much I do for his princely ass.”

“Good. Little shit.”

You cackled in the dank hallways, trailing behind the quiet man. You’d set up for the inevitable playtime while waiting on Aegon. After multiple maze-like hallways you were back at the familiar oak doors. With a curt thanks to Cole you entered. You needed a cigarette first.

Gazing out to the sea you reflected on recent events. You really, really hoped Aegon would stay true. He seemed upset by Aemond’s words earlier and expressed insecurity about keeping you around. But would he do the right thing? Flicking the ash you had to stamp out the rolling thoughts. For now Aegon seemed honest. He needed you, not the other way around. Maybe.

You stubbed the cig out and made your way to the closet. Underneath a false bottom in your trunk was the motherlode of toys. Lube, dildos, plugs, cuffs, collars, and the grand jewel: your harness. Aegon was going to drool. You snatched the essentials and Blackfyre. Then some softer rope.

The maids seemed to have already made the bed so you laid everything out on a clean towel. Fuck, now you were horny. But lunch first then destroying your boyfriend’s asshole. A buzz resounded through the room. You checked your phone and received a text from the boyfriend in question.

“i had to tuck my dick for the rest of the photoshoot. you suck. omw to get you now.”

Grinning at your phone your heart fluttered. You placed a blanket over the spread. The last thing needed was Aegon trying to jump you over some fancy food. You lit up another cigarette and watched the gulls dance until the door drug against the floor. You turned to the Valyrian and asked, “Make it with no casualties?”

He rolled his eyes and strode over to you, plucking the tobacco out and taking a puff. On the exhale he remarked, “Aemond’s still pouting about the comment but dad had a coughing fit. Saved by the death rattle.” You snorted and took back the cigarette. Aegon’s arms wrapped around your waist, his chin on your shoulder.

He grumbled, “I don’t know how I’m going to get through this damn lunch without taking you to a a room and fucking you.”

You sniffed, “You’ll be fine. I’m the one taking you anyways, little dragon. Besides don’t you want more awkward tension at the table?”

You regretted your words some odd minutes later. Aemond’s mood was apparently contagious. Rhaenyra and Alicent had exchanged heated jabs over waiting for Viserys or not. Daemon interrupted in his usual rude manner, letting the servants place the food. Aegon sipped on some spiced rum, trying to not gulp it down.

Jace and Luke made mocking gestures of Aemond’s sour face. Helaena caught onto it and laughed, “Ha! That looks like my brother!” Aemond jerked out of his chair and seethed, “Do it to my face then!” Aegon snorted and Aemond turned his searing eye onto the elder brother. He quipped, “I don’t know why you’re amused, brother. You’re the laughingstock of the family bringing a Dornish puppet up here. I didn’t bring Alys because I have respect of not letting lesser blood at the table” He turned back to the trio of Velaryons, “Bastard blood.”

You made a weak attempt to hold Aegon back. All hells had broken loose. Daeron grabbed you by the elbow and escorted you from the fighting family. Helaena joined you two, shaking her head, lilac eyes wide. Aegon and Aemond were struggling on the ground with Jace hopping in. Luke tried to pull Aemond back but instead made contact with Aegon— leading to more fists being thrown. Daemon had shoved Joff back in time. Alicent and Rhaenyra took the chance to exchange barbs before grabbing their offspring. Criston, Otto, and Daemon separated the mess.

You wanted to spit in Aemond’s face but held your tongue. Aegon was shoved towards you by Otto. The uncle hissed, “For the love of the Seven go back to your room.” Your boyfriend’s hair was mussed and nose swollen. You thanked Daeron and dabbed a tissue from your pocket onto Aegon’s lip. He sneered and pulled away.

Aegon murmured, “C’mon. Sorry.”

He grabbed your hand and led you along the winding stone. Aegon licked at his bloodied lip. The prince snapped, “The gall of that one-eyed prick! You have more class in your pinky than this viper’s nest!” You soothed, “Aemond has a fragile ego, he’s going for things you’re sensitive about.” Circling your thumb on his palm seemed to ease some of the blonde’s anger.

You murmured at the door, “Thank you for standing up from me.” Aegon pulled you flush to his body, stealing a kiss. He grumbled, “I told you I would do better. I have half a mind to put nair in his shampoo, fucking prick.” Sharing more kisses you smoothed his wild curls back.

You purred against his lips, “Well…I have just the thing to wear you out. Won’t even remember your name baby.”

He nipped your lip and grinned, pushing you through the doors. Your lips stayed sealed to his as Aegon half-waddled you back towards the bed. With a breathless cry you fell back with your dragon on top. Aegon looked gorgeous smiling down at you— full lips stretched across pretty white teeth. You told him so, enjoying the blush.

Aegon sidled between your legs with a soft noise. He groaned, “Fuck- need this s’bad. Need your cock.” You used a strong thigh to roll him over easily. Now astride Aegon’s lap, you started to unbutton his shirt while the prince pulled off his jacket. Surprisingly deft fingers pulled at the zipper of your jumpsuit and unclasped the bra underneath. You paused the frantic movements of your own hands to strip.

Aegon moaned at you clad in a skimpy thong. He gripped at your ass, shoving his face between your tits. Aegon moaned, “Baby- fuck you’re so hot.” You replied, “Lay back down I gotta get you naked now.” He obliged and cried out when his flushed cock hit his belly. You crudely pumped the taught flesh, enjoying the way the prince’s breath hitched.

Your pussy clenched around nothing watching Aegon pant and writhe. He gave control over to you so easily in bed. He whined, “C’mon where’s the toys I know you ah- have them.” With a smack to his flank you uncovered the spread. Aegon’s lashes fluttered at the sight. You ordered, “Arms out ass up.”

He panted, “okay, okay, yes,” and scrambled up the bed. You took your time shimmying on the harness and tightening it. Blackfyre clicked into place and Aegon’s head jerked to look. You tutted, “Patience sweet thing.” Kneeling onto the down of the mattress you grabbed the rope. Aegon whimpered as you gently tied his wrists up.

“Good?”

Pale arms flexed as he tested out the rope. Good. You purred, “You let me know if anything is overwhelming or painful. Am I understood?” A whimpery yes graced your ears. You grabbed the lube and warmed it up between your palms, eyeing his tight hole. It always delighted you when Aegon turned to putty. His body was lax but thrummed with energy underneath, flushing smooth pallid skin.

Your poured the liquid directly between his cheeks, using two fingers to rub it around. Aegon called your name and his arms flexed again. You shuddered and squeezed thick thighs together to calm your own ache. Wasting no time you eased the tips of your fingers inside him. Slowly you worked the prince open until he was drooling onto the bed.

Two fingers snug inside, you scissored open his tight ass. You cooed, “Oh you’re hungry for it.” Aegon nodded deliriously, pushing back onto the intrusion. His movements eased your way to that familiar sweet spot. Aegon cried out and tossed his pale head. You growled, “S’ been over a day no wonder you’re gagging for it. Slutty prince.”

“T-too fuckin’ long,” he ground out.

You eased another finger in. Then your pinky. Aegon was begging by that point.

“Oh fffuck c’mon c’mon please- MH!,” he cried when you drug all four digits across his sensitive prostate. You figured the babe was going to self-combust so with an off hand you lubed up the crudely named dildo. At the sound of the cap opening Aegon whimpered needily.

“Almost there sweet boy,” you cooed.

You carelessly pulled out wet fingers and wiped them on the towel. For good measure you poured more lube— maybe for some self satisfaction too. You gripped Aegon’s slim hips and eased into his puffy rim. He let out a long moan at the intrusion, back arching easily. He really was a good whore.

Sliding your palms up to his waist you rocked deeper, and deeper, until your hips were flush with Aegon. The prince mewled, “O-oh fuck baby I can’t!” He trembled underneath your palms. Waiting patiently you ever so slowly rubbed circles into his flanks.

The blonde tested the waters first, rutting minutely onto the dick. You were rewarded with a pitchy whine. Kissing up his back you asked, “Want me to fuck you now, your highness?” Aegon turned with pleading eyes and a nod. Sliding back out until just the tip was in you slammed back in.

Aegon writhed and jerked in his bonds, crying out. Giving an enthusiastic slap to his ass you started a punishing rhythm, really grinding into the prince. You grinned and grabbed a fistful of platinum hair, Aegon wailing your name. His swollen cock bounced against his pale belly, leaking profusely.

Your thighs burned but you kept up the pace— Aegon liked it rough. Yanking his head back harder you growled into his ear, “Whose ass is this?” He garbled out nonsense, pretty eyes scrunched shut. You pushed your off hand on his back, arching Aegon into a position you knew would allow access to the sweet spot.

“Ah! Fuuuuck!,” he wailed again.

You demanded, “I asked you a question slut. Whose ass is this? Who else makes you cry like this?”

The blonde sobbed, “You- you, always you! Mm so good I love- ah!” A pull at his cock cut Aegon off with an overwhelmed noise. You cooed, “That’s right. Those King’s Landing girls don’t know how their Prince Aegon really likes it. Like a two-stag flea bottom whore.” Aegon was crying now, squirming on your cock and fist. He drooled and whimpered, violet eyes gazing at you desperately.

Poor thing couldn’t string together a sentence now, brokenly swearing himself to you. The strap was rubbing against your own sex, making you tremble. You sucked in a breath to nudge against his prostate slowly. Your pussy was dripping at this point. There’d be a chance you’d cum before Aegon did. You wanted him to fall apart first though.

Jacking his dick you asked, “You wanna cum now baby boy?”

“Pleasepleaseiloveyouplease,” came the reply.

Using the last of your energy, sweat pouring down your back, Aegon was promptly railed into next week. His violet eyes rolled back up into his head. High pitched moans left his pink lips. The man came onto the towel and your hand, shaking like a leaf. You bit back a whimper and convulsed, cumming from just the sight and the right rub from Blackfyre.

You gasped with wide eyes, crying Aegon’s name breathily. You bruisingly gripped onto his hips through your climax. Gathering your wits you pulled out of him gently. He sniffled and jerked at the movement. You rubbed a soothing hand down his back, cooing.

Quickly discarding the strap you entangled yourself with Aegon. You faced your boyfriend, legs entangled with his own. His glassy violet eyes gazed at you, a tired smile gracing his features. He stole a kiss and pulled your body closer. Aegon rasped, “You, my love, are fucking exquisite. I’m a lucky boy.”

Blushing you snarked, “I bet you say that to all the girls that drill your ass.”

Aegon’s lips pouted as he remarked, “You’re the only one who drills my ass.”

Laughter enveloped the room at the silly conversation. Aegon murmured, “Let’s take a nap. I’m sure dinner will be separate tonight anyways.” You yawned and nodded, feeling the sweet soreness of your body. You whispered, “Love you.” Aegon repeated it back with a kiss on your forehead, a warm hand stroking your hair. You felt blissful— floating in a post orgasmic haze.

Sleep took you easily and tenderly.

Sleep left you rudely and quickly. Your phone was buzzing off the chart. Aegon muttured, “Shut it off- don’ have class today.” You snickered and felt around for the ringing device. Grasping it you checked the caller ID. Your eyes widened drastically.

Papa. Shitshitshitshit.

Your thumb slid across the screen and you answered, “Afternoon papa.”

His gruff response made you wince, “So you tell me you’re going on vacation with a friend, yes?”

You answered, “Yes papa.”

“So why don’t you tell me that you are cavorting around with the drunk Targaryen boy? I get an email from my assistant with you in their family photos. Care to explain my girl?”

You held the phone away and huffed, “Fuck!”

Putting the device back to your ear you responded warily, “I didn’t expect the photos to be released so soon. I was going to call you this morning. I apologize.”

Your father laughed, “No, no, the dragons sent the collection to me personally. Like a threat. This reflects badly on us. What will I say to people asking about my daughter dating a detestable member of the family I call to be disbanded?”

Aegon turned and mumbled, “Wha’re doing?” He groaned while stretching and you slapped a hand over his mouth. The blonde’s eyes opened, staring wildly. You aggressively pointed at the phone, mouthing ‘DAD’. Aegon nodded and stared in horror.

“Papa. I know it seems strange. Aegon is a good man and I like him very much. I always have Dorne’s interests in mind. The princess Rhaenyra and I are having a meeting discussing the welfare of our lands.”

He hummed, “Okay then. I expect a full report back on Rhaenyra. If you like the boy so much I’m expecting a visit to Hellholt. Maybe he’ll learn what real strength is. Enjoy your vacation.”

You sighed, “Yes, papa. We shall visit soon. Love you.“

Awkward silence enveloped the phone before the Dornishman snipped, “Love you. Remember your blood comes first. Bye.”

You shoved a pillow over your face and yelled. Aegon inquired, “The seven hells was that? Your dad?” He peaked under your pillow, smirking softly. You croaked, “He knows about me being here. With you.” Aegon raised a brow as you elaborated, “I didn’t explicitly tell Papa who or where I was vacationing with.”

Aegon’s lips fell into an understanding ‘o’. He deadpanned, “He’s pissed then. My uncle Otto probably sent them to be a dick.” You nodded and shoved your face into Aegon’s warm chest. Mumbling against his skin you added, “Very pissed. He wants to meet you. In Dorne. I avoided catastrophe by mentioning Rhaenyra.”

Aegon stroked your hair, mulling over the situation. He laughed, “I guess I’ll get my sunscreen.” You rolled your eyes.

“Save it for later. I think Dragonstone is growing on me. When the hell is Daeron providing the Pentoshi kush? I need it.”

Next Chapter

[l0thcat]

I'm no way shitting on todays episode before i start. It was good. I love it. However i always feel like Bad Batch could go further in emotions?

Like they don't have to have ugly sobs or throw tantrums but like.

Their ship, their home is gone. I get that they were more concerned about Wrecker and then everything else but still ???

And even if they don't care too much personally, Omega didn't seem that upset either.

But then also? When Crosshair misses his shot, i felt like his reaction was a little underwelming.

Like someone has said previously, you could tell he was hurrying and not paying attention. Which that alone can probably make him feel bad.

But the way he sighed and kind of shook his head felt more like idk. "Aw dammit i missed the sales at the market" more than "oh my fuck i fucked up big time what if i never see her again oh my god Hunter is going to kill me. Fuck"

Like again, love this show, but i feel like I'm being edged in a not great way. And I'm NOT blaming the writers i think they want to go further. Todays first episode was pretty dark.

Then again please keep in mind I'm Neurodivergent and lack emotional cues sometimes so maybe what he did was very emotional to others.

[kmze]

Thoughts on 3x01-3x11, lol I WROTE SO MUCH but this season (especially this half) has so much happening it's kind of impossible to not have a lot of thoughts. This is also where the show starts to embrace being more comedic (like this show is really a dark comedy at it's heart) so that helps. More characters being involved in the supernatural business also helps and up-powering Tyler is great for the plot IMO. I don't think Klaus was as strong of a villian as Katherine was last season (he is so whiny in the first half) but he started to get a little more interesting after he came back, maybe he just needed his hybrid minions to become more interesting. More below, I even broke it up in episode order!

3x01

Isn’t Elena’s birthday in June? She said Ric spent half the summer on the couch but that would mean it’s gotta be late July early August, right? (don't know why I'm even trying to make sense of this show's timeline)

I forgot that A Drop in the Ocean was played during a montage and included Forwood sexy time! What a moment. When I first watched the show the Stefan and Elena scene at the end is when I actually started shipping Stelena, it was the first time I really felt like they truly loved each other (song helped too because WHAT A SONG I always sing-a-long). I didn't feel that same buzz this time though, but maybe too much time as passed (and that damn scene in 6x02 saying this was when Elena fell in love with Damon takes a lot away from my old feels). I'm getting such a buzz from Forwood though!

3x02

Elena’s getting on my damn nerves with this stupid rescue mission in the woods during a full moon… I don’t understand how Ric and Damon agreed. I fail to see any reason for this nonsense plan.

3x03

The moment in the 20s flashbacks when Stefan is looking at Rebekah while Klaus is talking to him and then he turns and looks at Klaus with the biggest heart eyes I have ever seen him use how am I supposed to not ship it? The way they keep using "brother" to hide the extremely heavy gay subtext too I S2G. If this show was made 10 years later on a better network with better writers that subtext would be straight-up text! Think Louis and Lestat on AMC's Interview with the Vampire. In that just world I would have gotten canon Klefaroline dammit!

3x04

Caroline is a much better person than I because she's protecting her Dad meanwhile I'm counting down the episodes until he drops dead.

Stefan is really off his game (happens when he's too emotional about something) I cannot believe he got out-manipulated by Rebekah one of the most easily manipulated characters on this show. Pathetic really.

As soon as Beremy started being cute the writers start fucking it up for Bonnie. Makes me madder watching it all over again and how much they never give Bonnie the devoted love interests like Caro and Elena. And I like Jeremy and Anna but I’m so annoyed at this whole storyline in how it’s treating Bonnie I can’t even enjoy it. GFY Julie.

3x05

Completely forgot Bill Forbes taught himself how to resist compulsion (IDK why too it's a big plot point oops) and I can't believe none of these idiots bothered to learn how. I like to believe Caroline did and there's a class at the Salvatore Boarding School that teaches it.

The gym buzzer countdown was a nice touch lol.

3x06

I like that Rebekah narrowed in on Caroline and was like “you, I want your life” because she sees the vision and the potential! In all seriousness though I wonder if Rebekah having an interest in Caroline is why the writers picked Caroline to be the love interest for Klaus (since it parallels with them and Stefan in the '20s). Things that make me go hmmm.

I'm with Ric and Caroline, every time I see or hear about Damon and Elena I was to scream "stop molesting her!" UGH! He is always invading her personal space and it annoys me! The part where Elena said Damon needed to use his charm to distract Rebekah and Ric said "better luck finding a dagger" and you see Caro in the background laughing was the best.

Kinda happy to get a break from Klaus for a few episodes, he's just so one-dimensional during this time period and frankly annoying.

3x06 made me laugh so much even though I'm not sure I was supposed to laugh as much as I did. I mean Ripper Stefan is never not funny (a jerk but a hilarious jerk) but the scene were Ripper Stefan and 1,000 year old Rebekah are sitting in Ric's HIGH SCHOOL HISTORY CLASS just kills me, like what even is this show. Also laughed at Tyler being a "d-bag" baby hybrid, and you knew he was sired as soon as he didn't want to help lock up Stefan. HA!

Um, how did Rebekah get into the Lockwood mansion?

3x07

How did Lexi make Stefan think he’d been bleeding out for years? Is that a vampire power they just never used again or is it a special ghost power? I don’t remember this ever happening again.

Caroline fighting the ghost-vamps in her ballet flats lol the cutest!

3x08

Elena dealt with Ripper Stefan for like an hour and was like "absolutely not, Damon you do it" LMFAO which reminded me of the gifset that made everyone mad.

The Defan convo in 3x08 about Stefan always saving Damon for the bajillionith time even without humanity reminds of the convo in Damon’s head in 8x10 a little. This is a good season for them if I remember correctly, obviously I always enjoy them more when their causes of contention aren’t solely about Elena.

Elena making the Beremy breakup about herself, she really does have a gift. Even Bonnie was like really?

Bonnie ignoring Jeremy and giving him a death glare 1000% BB you deserve better you brought his ass back to life and lost tons of witchy power doing so he deserves to feel like shit!

3x09

Oh this is the first time Tyler and Caroline get into it about not including each other in schemes. This is kind of always a cause of conflict in their relationship but it’s a good cause of conflict because it makes sense. Tyler has a pack mentality (werewolf/hybrid) whereas Caroline is more independently driven (vampire). Like Caro said so much supernatural boyfriend drama.

Elena stabbing Rebekah in the back with the dagger is one of her best moments (even if I RME at her “I care too much” moment after).

3x10

Elena giving Tyler shit for being sired to Klaus (something he has no control over) is pretty funny considering what happens to her next season... insert well-well-well-how-the-turntables.gif.

3x11

Stefan’s spin decapitation of one of Klaus’ hybrids in front of him is so extra, I love it.

The symbolism of Elena “crowning” Caroline is not lost on me. Neither is Klaus forcing his way into Caroline’s house through the doorway.

Yeah the Wickery bridge scene was rough, no one knows how to psychologically torture/traumatize people quite like Stefan does.

Lines that made me laugh:

Bonnie: You think you're bored? My dads family is like wet paint that never dries. (oh I’m saving that one!)

Stefan: You’re into Tyler now, huh? That’s kind of fickle. (He's the worst but the comedic timing is *chef's kiss*)

Stefan: We should all listen to Elena, right? I mean, her plans always work out so well, don't they? (I’m saying! Damon agreed too LMFAO)