#“it ruins lives” awe hell nah

[nebulo-philiac]

We gotta stop pretending that the "censorship/antishipper" movement is run by dumbass children when most of the people who actively participate on there are GROWN ASS ADULTS who say stuff like this, this person has 25+ on their bio😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hi gorgeous how you doing? I have a request for a few things so just hear me up on this. I just had this in my mind by the way jey uso x reader Rhea and Damian has been friends with the reader since NX T but when the Yeet master comes along they started to be friends but the reader gets hurt  badly not so good judgement day ( i’m sorry to say that but the new judgement day nah) and who comes out and saves them terror twins and jey

jey uso x reader (romantic) / terror twins x reader (platonic)

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed !!!

‼️ a little angsty, fluff, the new judgment day being awful (just like they are)

forever my girl

the bond between you, damian and rhea was unique. you’ve been friends since the old days at nxt, where the three of you tried to make it up to the top in the company. if you had any problem, any doubt, any question, you knew that you could count on rhea and damian, the same way they could count on you.

you all made it big, being drafted from nxt to smackdown and raw where you all gained more respect and success.

being on the big rosters meant that you all got to make more friends and so a few people started hanging out with you.

rhea and damian got lucky that they got paired together for being a part of the judgment day while managers thought of giving you a solo push. it was working really good for you as you have been both raw and smackdown woman’s champion. you won your matches at wrestlemania and summerslam, so everything was really working out for you.

even if you were all pretty booked, you never stopped seeing each others outside work. a few people joined you too, especially jey uso who couldn’t stop teasing and annoying rhea. you thought it was funny and you pranked her a few times together.

jey was nice to hang out with. he was kind and funny and never fail to make you laugh. you were all like one big happy family, the judgment day members too. but when the judgment day broke up at summerslam you knew that rhea and damian were going to be alone. jey was busy with the whole bloodline mess again and you knew that you had to pick a side.

so you went ringside at bash in berlin and stopped finn when he tried to ruin the match for rhea and damian. you helped rhea when her leg got stuck over the ring and you were ringside again when, much to your surprise, jey joined damian in a tag team match.

but now it was you facing liv morgan. one on one. and it was an easy match as you were basically destroying her. she wasn’t as strong as you were and it was easy for you to pin her down quickly. she was mad that she lost and of course, in judgment day style, she started hitting you. she hit your back while the ref held up your arm as you won the match. your back immediately feeling an intense pain, you tried to get up but she shoved you on the ground. finn, dom, jd and carlito circling the ring, so now you were trapped. live kept hurting you and it felt like hell.

suddenly, rhea’s music echoed in the arena and she tried to run as fast as she could to help you inside the ring.

but she was alone and hurt so she was an easy target for the group. only a few minutes later both damian and jey ran out and followed rhea’s lead.

as rhea tried to stop dominik from running away, finn and damian began fighting. jey ran inside the ring and liv, as the coward that she is, ran away and tried to save dom from rhea.

you were laying there, hurting.

jey kneeled next to you, trying to see if you were still conscious “y/n…” he softly whispered “are you still with me love?”

you wanted to answer but no words came out of your mouth, instead you nodded but the slightest movement made your head pulse.

“medical staff is coming…we got you, i got you love” he gently whispered, moving some hair from your face.

“everything hurts…” you whimpered, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. jey’s heart broke, he couldn’t stand to see you in pain.

he didn’t understand why. it’s not like you were dating but the idea of seeing you hurt and crying made his blood boil. he was so mad and at the same time so conflicted because he couldn’t do anything to help you.

medical staff got there immediately and when they tried to move you, a soft scream left your lips that made jey shiver.

“i got you love…” he whispered “let me carry you backstage okay? the stretcher is too uncomfortable for you…” you nodded at his proposal and even though you felt like your whole body was in flames “hey shh…i got you, you’re safe with me” he gently whispered leaving a kiss on your forehead “i got you” he kept repeating, mostly to himself because he needed to be sure that you were okay.

once he brought you backstage, rhea and damian followed along, both worried about your condition. jey followed the staff instructions and he gently laid you down over the stretcher waiting for you in the medical room.

“she will be okay” one of the nurses tried to reassure the trio but non of them dared to leave the room.

rhea and damian were pissed. it wasn’t fair for you. you won your match without cheating and yet they cheated and doing so, you ended up badly injured. jey was stressing out, he couldn’t really understand what he was feeling. he always thought that you were beautiful and kind but he never thought about you in a romantic way so why was he so angry? why was he hurting? he hated seeing you barely conscious on that bed, doctors working on you. you shouldn’t be there, no, you should be backstage happily celebrating your victory with your friends and family.

“is she okay?” jey asked, pacing back and forth around the room.

“we are still checking her out…she has a concussion from the hit on the head she got when liv attacked her from behind…probably a few broken ribs but she should be fine…we still need time to finish all the tests” one of the doctor spoke and jey felt like fainting. he was beyond mad.

rhea and damian watched how stressed jey was and they couldn’t really understand why.

“uce” damian called him “what’s going on?”

“what you mean?” he pretended everything was fine.

“we mean, why are you so stressed? rhea stepped up.

“why aren’t you? she is your best friend and you’re here without saying or doing anything…” he said, passing a hand over his hair.

“uce you gotta stay calm…” damian tried one more time.

“i can’t…” he whispered, trying not to break.

“what is going on jey?” rhea was confused. she never seen jey so agitated and uneasy.

he took a chair next to them and shook his head “i don’t know…when i saw her in the ring and she couldn’t move, i felt like someone was ripping part of my body off…i don’t know how to explain it but it hurts seeing her like this…and when i brought her backstage she was softly crying in my arms…and i couldn’t do anything to help her…”

damian was still confused but rhea immediately understood why jey was acting like that. a smirk appeared on her face, shocked that none of the men were able to understand the situation.

men - she thought.

“you have feelings for her jey” rhea said, a little smile appearing on her face.

“what?” he was shocked. he knew he had feelings for you but hearing someone saying that out loud made him unsure.

“you like her and it’s pretty evident. you can’t even stay sit for five minutes, always checking on her or what the doctors are doing…you have feelings for her and that’s okay…she’s my best friend and if you hurt her i’m gonna kick your ass, but you like her and that’s normal…” rhea tried to reassure a very confused and scared jey uso.

he looked at rhea with a confused look. maybe she was right. he couldn’t understand the sudden pull towards you. but all the time you’ve spent together, pranking rhea, flying together, watching movies and training together, he never realised how much he actually liked you and now, seeing you hurt, laying on a hospital bed made him feel so helpless. he wished he realised it sooner, he wished he could tell you how much he likes you.

“she needs to rest…at least one month at home, no wrestling, no training, just rest so she can get better” the doctor said to the three adults. all of them nodding their heads before medical staff left the room, leaving them alone for some privacy.

“do you wanna stay alone with her?” rhea asked jey. he nodded, moving the chair next to your bed while the duo left. you were still unconscious. jey didn’t know if you actually fainted or if the doctors gave you some painkillers to ease your pain and to calm you down, but anyway, both cases sounded bad to him as he wanted to see you awake and smiling.

he gently stroked your cheek, his calloused hand moving delicately on your face “you’re so pretty y/n” he smiled to himself “i wish i realised sooner what i feel for you…”

you, on the other hand, woke up when the doctors explained that you had a concussion to the team. you heard rhea talking with jey, you heard him confessing. you didn’t know what to feel. you’ve always had a little crush for the twin but the idea of him actually being in love with you never crossed your mind.

your body was still on fire, your head hurting but you needed to let jey know that you were there, that it wasn’t his fault, that you were in good hands and that you were going to be okay.

“jey…” your broken voice caught his attention.

“hey…” he whispered, a soft breath escaping his lips, relaxing a little bit.

you coughed a little before opening your eyes. they were burning, meeting the strong and white light of the room. it took you a few minutes to get adjusted to the ambient light and temperature “by the way, i think you’re very handsome…” you took him off guard and you saw it by his embarrassed face.

“how much did you hear?”

“pretty much everything” you tried to laugh but you coughed more and jey, trying not to panic, handed you a glass of water “thanks…”

he smiled “so you weren’t sleeping uh?”

“i was but you all couldn’t keep your mouth shut and you woke me up” you made him laugh. that’s what he always liked about you. your sarcasm and funny personality, the way you always tried to find the good in bad situations. you were so similar and yet so different at the same time.

“everything i said it’s true…i like you, i should have realised it sooner…but i really, really like you…” he confessed once again, making you smile. you tried your best to not to laugh but he was jey uso, always trying to be funny and sarcastic, so a few laughs escaped your lips “girl, im trying to be serious”

“sorry sorry…” you smiled, making him chuckle “but i think you’re pretty cool too…”

“just cool?” he teased you.

“cool, funny, very good looking…” you were playing his game and he loved it. you were making him go crazy “and i think i like you too…fuck, i’ve had a crush on you since rhea introduced us…”

“oh wow, you’re good at keeping secrets uh?” he winked, making you laugh again “would you like to be my girl?” his voice got a little bit too serious now “i’m serious when i say that i like you, a lot…i’m probably just too stupid because i could have realised it sooner…but i promise you that i’ll be here for you, i’ll help you heal and you’ll get stronger than ever…”

“this means a lot to me…it sucks not being able to be at bad blood though…i needed to see liv crying after she loses the title” you faked being disappointed, earning a laugh from the uso.

“i’ll take care of you girl, my girl, forever my girl if you let me…” he whispered, looking into your eyes.

“how can i say no when you look at me like that?” you matched his serious tone, making him smile.

“then say yes…be my girl” he moved closer to you, sitting on the bed instead of the chair next to you. his hand gently caressing your cheek, brushing delicately over your lips.

“yes…” you whispered meeting his smile.

he felt relieved that you were okay. probably not okay mentally and definitely not physically but you were there with him. comfortable in his touch and that was enough for him.

[holylulusworld]

Newbie

Summary: You and the Winchesters got captured by a demon. Again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings: hostage situation, crack, making fun of a demon, a lil angst, cocky reader

A/N: It's Dean's birthday week so we will get three stories with him this week.

You roll your eyes. “Dude, it’s Sam, okay.” Dean chuckles while you angrily glare at the demon wearing Jody’s face. “Can we come to the part where you make Dean choose?” You roll your eyes as the demon looks a little confused. “Dude, I don’t have all day.”

“What?” The demon capturing you, Jody, and the Winchesters splutters. “What do you mean? You are my hostages, and I’m the one making the rules here.”

Snorting you glance at the demon. “It’s Sam, dude. That’s what this is all about. Right? You want to find out whom Dean will save if you force him to choose. It’s his brother. Of course, it is. Now let’s skip the shit and get to the point where we exorcise your stupid ass out of our friend’s body.”

“How do you wanna know?” The demon spats. “You’re only an unimportant side character in this game!”

“How long are you around, dude? The Winchesters will always choose each other,” you grin. “Oh, I get it now. You’re new to this whole demon business. Aw, we have a virgin here, guys.”

Dean laughs, while his brother is still out cold. Poor Sam had to take one for the team this time. Jody, or rather the demonic bitch inside your friend’s body knocked the tall hunter out before you could react.

“I’m not!” The demon angrily glares at you. “I’m not a new demon. I roam this world for hundreds of years.”

“You are!” You bite back. “A high-ranked or experienced demon would never use the body of a hunter.” The demon struggles to keep a straight face. The black-eyed bastard stares back at you, using Jody’s face to weaken your resolve. “And dude. The gates to hell were locked for centuries thanks to Samuel Colt.”

“I—” the demon grunts and stomps Jody’s foot to the ground. “Stop making fun of me, you little ant. I will squish you with my boot.”

“You mean Jody’s boot,” you cock your head to subtly glance at Dean. While you tried to distract the demon, he cut the ropes holding his hands open. “How about I exorcise you now, and you can have a rest in hell. I bet Crowley will welcome you back with open arms.”

“Crowley?” The demon hiccups now. “No! I cannot fail the king of hell. He will punish me if I fail him.”

“Nonsense, sweet cheeks,” you grin. “Crowley is a cuddly cat. We are best buddies and all. If you let us go now, I’ll talk to him. He will not punish you if you do not touch one hair on our heads.”

“He will because he knocked Sammy out and used Jody’s body,” Dean grunts. “You should know Jody once was Crowley’s love interest.”

“What?” The demon blanches. “I-I didn’t know!” Stepping away from you and the Winchesters the demon whines low. “I didn’t harm her. Not at all.”

“Well, if you stay inside Jody’s body for a little longer, you will see what happens,” you purse your lips. “Come on, dare to hurt us too. Crowley will rip you apart.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong! They wanted me to capture you. It’s their fault, not mine,” black smoke forces its way out of Jody’s throat. The demon flees, and your friend drops to the ground. Unconscious, but alive.

“Damn, we ruined their first kidnapping,” Dean snickers. “Imagine, they go home to Crowley and cry their eyes out because you mocked them. That was not nice of you, sweetheart.”

“Nah, they’ll live,” you smirk as Dean cuts the ropes around wrists open. “One day, they are all grown and will try again.”

“We should get Sammy out of here,” Dean points at his brother. “He slept long enough. It was his job to exorcise the newbie.”

“Go easy on him,” you check on Jody while Dean looks his brother all over. “He got knocked out.”

“You know that this isn’t true, right? I’d always try to save you, Y/N,” Dean looks at you for a brief moment, searching your face. “Right?”

“Sure,” you fake a smile and try to sound convincing. Deep down inside you know, if Dean was ever forced to choose between you and Sam, he’d choose his brother over you without thinking twice…

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[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Thirteen (Part 2)

“You’re here.”

He stares at me with a completely unreadable expression. I’ve never seen that look on his face before. “Yes.” He says flatly. “I landed an hour ago.”

“Jen’s out of surgery.”

“And?”

“Well I don’t know, Michelle is with her. Where are her parents?”

“They’re probably sitting at home watching TV, I don’t know. Why?”

I blink. He’s like a wire pulled so tight he could snap at any second. “I was just wondering.”

“They’re not in contact, Evie.” Shane explains gently as he tugs me down into the seat beside him. “She’s not talked to them for years.”

“Oh right.”

Jude sinks into the seat opposite. “They don’t approve of her, so she’s lived with Michelle since she was fifteen. The Tengus are her family.”

Meanwhile, Colette is marching around looking for answers from the nurses, who are telling her all of the same things that they already told us. Jen is recovering now, only one person at a time to visit her, they can’t tell her any more information. It’s a chorus of I’m sorry we can’t share that information with you, and that’s reserved for family only. 

“Tell me what happened.” Jude says, eyes flitting from me to Shane to Simon. Simon speaks first. 

“Well, it’s not all completely clear yet. We were hoping she could tell us herself once she came around, but she was with Pamela before it happened. Something must have happened there, another of their arguments, maybe, but Jen left in her car really early on Tuesday morning. She was drunk, and probably pretty high too. The car hit a telephone pole and the door caved in against her. She’s broken bones all along her right side and a pretty bad concussion. The seatbelt was a bit twisted up too, so the side of it did some damage to her chest and neck.”

Jude’s head is in his hands. “Jesus, she’s so lucky she wasn’t killed.”

“Yeah man, I know.”

“Where’s Pamela?”

“Don’t know, she hasn’t come in yet. We’re expecting her to appear at some point, surprised she hasn’t shown up already.” 

“Has someone phoned her?”

“Nah. You hardly want to try that again, do you? Went so well the last time.”

Jude grunts, and his eyes squeeze shut as he pokes his fingers into his forehead like he’s fighting the world’s biggest migraine. “Fucking hell” He just says to himself. “I didn’t know it was still so bad, I thought that it was better between them now.” 

Simon says nothing, but his eyes flash quickly, guiltily, to mine. 

“They fight a lot?” I wonder, even though I kind of already know the answer. 

“Yes.” Jude replies. “At least they used to, I didn’t know about anything recently. There is something wrong with Pamela. She’s a deeply messed up individual. I just can’t believe it’s ended up here.”

“I know.” I say, and he squeezes his eyes shut again and hangs his head low, and I feel like I should comfort him, rub his back or hold his head to my chest but I can’t, because how things are left between us, how everything feels wrong, thanks to me, and my propensity to ruin things, so we all sit in silence, and we wait. 

Colette leaves eventually, tired of poking for information and receiving nothing of value, and she tells Jude that she can pick him up whenever he wants to come home, and he tells her he’s likely be a while and can get a taxi if he needs to. She gives him money. 

When Michelle emerges from the ward, jittery and watery eyed we four climb to our feet, and she walks straight into Simon’s arms and cries. 

“She was so vulnerable.” She says. “So broken. It was so hard to see it.”

“Is she lucid?” He says into her hair. 

“Yeah, a bit, but she was so tired. The last forty minutes she just slept and I kind of just sat there beside her.” She sniffles and wipes her nose, and then sees Jude next to them and tries to gather herself quickly. “Oh, you came.”

“I did.” 

She steps away from her boyfriend to give Jude a hug, and she fits in nicely under his chin while they hold each other like people who spent a year together doing just that. “This is awful.” she murmurs. 

“Yeah, it is. I didn’t know.” He holds her at arms length. “Was she drunk behind the wheel?”

  “Yes, but-” She gives him a meaningful look. “She was more than drunk.”

He says with resignation, “Okay, yeah, makes sense.”

“You can go in and visit her if you want to, but she’ll probably just sleep for the next few hours. The surgeries took a lot out of her, I think, and she’s all bandaged up on one side, and bruised and stitched…”

“Might be better to give her some time to rest.” He concludes, and the way he speaks to her is so gentle, as though still carrying some of that old affection he had for her once upon a time. And even as she snuggles back under Simon’s arm, and what they had once is long gone now, she’s soft, familiar.

Jude rakes a hand through the front of his hair. “I just don’t understand where this came from, I thought that things with Pamela were fine.” 

Michelle shrugs.

“I haven’t heard anything about them. When you called me in November you said that everything was fine, I just… this is so out of the blue.”

She’s chewing on her thumbnail as he speaks, and Simon’s hand tightens on her shoulder as she blurts out “She asked me not to tell you things.” 

He stiffens. 

“She said that she was worried that you’d get upset, and that she was fine to deal with it on her own, and that she really didn’t want you to know.”

My eyes flit from him to her and back, and then I quickly scan the faces of Simon and Shane, two of the most uncomfortable men on planet earth. 

Jude clears his throat. “So you… um, you just went along with that? No issue?”

“She felt like you got too emotional.” Michelle rationalises “She was upset because of that time you phoned Pamela, and she felt like you went too far and was worried that you’d do it again. You knowing everything really wouldn’t have made a difference, there’s nothing that any of us could have done to stop this from happening.”

“Yeah but she’s my best friend too, she doesn’t have anybody but us, and I asked you to let me know what was happening with her.”

“I couldn’t go against what she asked, Jude.”

“She asked you to protect her so that she could stay with Pamela and continue being abused.”

Michelle hesitates. 

“And you agreed to.”

“There was nothing else I could have done. I was scared that she’d stop talking to me too, and then she’d have nobody left.”

“This is how it always is, Shell.” There is an edge of frustration in his voice now. “You’re too soft with her, you just go along with her and encourage everything she does.”

“And you’re too emotional!” She bites back. “You lash out and you’re destructive, and that’s why she doesn’t want to speak to you. You think that you can just fix everything by being direct and upfront and demanding answers, but actually, look at where that got you in this situation. You were too righteous about what Jen should do, and you called up Pamela to give out to her and in the process you lost your best friend. I’m doing what I can for her, I’m giving her support.”

“She might have died in that accident.”

“Even if you still talked to her you wouldn’t have been able to stop that from happening.”

“I could have tried.”

She steps out from under Simon’s arm. “Well, maybe, but you weren’t here. As usual.”

“As usual?”

“Yeah, you weren’t here for her at all for the last four years. I was. I was trying to keep her steady and on track the entire time while you were away in Berlin, running away from everything that’s hard, as usual. If you cared you’d have stayed.”

“That’s unfair.” He says breathlessly as though she’s kicked him in the guts. “That’s so unfair. You can’t use that against me.”

“I’m just holding up a mirror. You ran away from her, and, actually, all of your responsibilities. You’re a coward.” 

There’s dead silence after that, and my body prickles in the charged air, and I can tell that nobody wants to be the first to move a muscle.

“Nice to know that’s what you really think.” Jude says eventually. “Good to get it all out there in the open.”

Michelle steps forward like she’s ready to launch another attack on him but Simon holds her back by her shoulder and shakes his head. “I think that’s enough, lads. Actually, it’s a bit much already.” He looks at Jude. “Here, man, none of us saw this coming. Yeah, there were fights, but we didn’t think it’d go like this. I’m sure Michelle would have told you if she knew things were heading to this point, but really, the only really bad thing that happened was this time that Pamela left her in this house in Wicklow, and it ended up being fine, we came and got her. Evie drove us down and nothing had happened to Jen. It wasn’t a story worth telling.”

I feel like I might be sick as Jude turns the full force of his attention on me for the first time since he arrived. The look in his eyes makes me flinch. “You hid it from me too.” He says. 

My voice is humiliatingly high pitched. “She asked me not to tell you about it.”

I watch a dozen emotions cross his face, a slideshow of the complex things he feels about me at this moment. Hurt, anger, betrayal, resignation, this new sleight only serves to make everything worse. I never called him, I never cleared things up between us, I left him hanging in Berlin after he laid his feelings for me out at my feet, and now I’ve gone and done this. His eyes go so dead. “Yeah. Okay. That’s cool. No worries about that. I’ll be back in a while” He says, and he pushes out of the double doors and into the carpark. 

We stay for an hour or two more, before Shane starts getting restless and tired from being up all night and we decide to go. Jude has not come back, and I’m relieved not to have to face him again as we gather up our things and head for the doors, waving goodbye to Simon and Michelle who are parked back in the plastic seats once again, scrolling through their phones and picking forlornly at the leftovers from their canteen lunch. 

One half of the sky is dark blue and the other is grey, with enormous dark clouds rolling in from the west. The television in the corner of the waiting room warned about a storm all day, the tail end of a hurricane from America that threatens to wreak havoc over Ireland for the rest of the week. Shane unlocks his Fiat from a distance just as I spot Jude sitting on a bench by the steps. His back is facing us. I tell Shane to wait in the car and I approach him. 

I know that Jude is still mad at me by the shape of his shoulders. He doesn’t turn around to look at me, but just sits there quietly sucking on the butt end of a cigarette. I mentally prepare myself for the icy look on his face when he turns around to acknowledge me, but he doesn’t. He stubs the cigarette out on the metal arm of the bench and as I stand behind him, feeling like some kind of a ghost, I start to feel queasy again. 

“Hey I’m sorry.” I say, because it seems like the right place to start. “I’m sorry that I kept secrets from you about Jen. She asked me to, but I should have thought more about what was the best thing for her. I understand that you were worried about her and you care about her, and by me withholding information I really broke your trust. You have to know that I didn’t do it intentionally knowing that you’d be hurt by it, don’t you?”

There’s no response, so I edge closer hoping to catch sight of a sliver of expression, but all I see is his blank face, that scar on his eyebrow, the curve of his cheekbone. “I’m sorry that I just seem to be a bit shit lately, in general, and I’ve been thoughtless, but you should have told me what was really going on with Jen. I didn’t know anything about how consistently bad it’s been with Pamela, or that she didn’t have family to support her. I didn’t know that you and Michelle were the only ones who really looked out for her wellbeing. I would have understood why you might have wanted to know how she was doing if I had all of the information.”

I want to touch him, but there’s something electrically charged about him that gives me pause. He still doesn’t speak, and I swallow hard as I get to the worst part of what I wanted to say to him. “And also, not that this is the most important thing to you right at this moment, I’m sure, but I’m sorry that I left you hanging in Berlin. It was really cruel of me, and I know that it took a lot for you to say those things to me. You just caught me off guard, I didn’t know how to respond in the moment, and then as time went on it felt even harder to think of the right things to say. I have difficulties around relationships. I’m not like those girls who can just have normal and easy romances. It gets loud and messy in my head when I try to think about anything even close to being vulnerable with someone, and I feel so bad if I caused you suffering because of that.” 

I think I might cry. “Your friendship is really important to me. I don’t want to ruin it. I’m afraid to ruin it.” And I finally reach forward to touch his shoulder only for him to flinch with surprise, so I yank it away again and cradle it in my other hand as though it’s been bitten. “So… well, that’s all I have to say. I don’t want you to be mad at me. I hate it. I’m so sorry.” I’m not used to being iced out like this. Even with Kelly, who was a professional sulker, enough cajoling and “sorrys” with the correct amount of conviction could always get her to come around, but apparently not Jude. I can’t even get him to react. 

“Please speak to me.” I finally say, and I feel pathetic and needy. “Don’t ignore me, I can’t take it.”

He clears his throat. “You want to be friends?”

“Yes!”

“I wish you had just said that, then. That’s fine.” It doesn’t really sound fine, but his voice isn’t as cold as I had expected it to be either, so that’s a small victory.  “I don’t mean to upset you, I’m just overwhelmed by everything at the moment. It’s not really got much to do with you.”

“Oh.”

“Well, alright it has a bit to do with you.” He admits. “Seeing as I confidently ended a relationship to declare my feelings, only to be way off mark. It was embarrassing. But if you want to be friends, yeah, maybe I can do that. Just let me have time to think about it.” 

“Okay.” I still can’t really see his face, so I shuffle around to get a less obstructed view of his profile in time to see his expression crumple. “Is that really what you want? Just friendship?”

No. No no no never. I’ve never wanted just that, but I don’t say that, because I’m almost sure that if I tried to, the words wouldn’t even come out. “Maybe it’s easier that way?”

“Yeah, fine.” He says.

“Okay, so-”

He lets out a long, laboured sigh and shakes his head. “Sorry, I just don’t want to talk about this right now, honestly. I have other things on my mind, like how my best friend almost died in a car accident, for example. If you want to talk about us being friends or whatever, let’s talk at the weekend.” 

I burn hot with the humiliation of this conversation. Of myself, of my neediness for his approval. Of course I’ve done this, of course I’ve taken a difficult moment and made it all about me. I reach for him once again, and to my surprise he puts his hand on top of mine as soon as it rests on his shoulder. He squeezes my fingers. “Don’t feel bad.” He says. “You can’t help what you feel.”

I feel my lip start to tremble. “Jen is going to be fine. You’re so good to have come to see her.” 

“Of course I did.” he says. “She’s my best friend.” 

“Can you let me know how she is when you get into her ward?” 

“I will.” 

“See you, Jude.”

“Yeah. See you.” 

I cross the carpark and climb into Shane’s car, and he gives me a consolatory pat on the shoulder with his big, warm hand. As we pull away and under the barrier we look up at the sky to the dark, angry clouds still rolling in. 

“Big storm, they’re saying.” He comments. 

“Yeah. Won’t be long now.” Fat raindrops start to fall onto the windscreen at that very moment, and we head south towards home. 

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[lynnelupin]

Lovable

Remus was in Sirius’s bed. Again. War was threatening to ruin everything and everything was so perfect, the imminent changes were starting to take a toll on everyone, worry and anguish creeping into every thought, every action, every breath. How could everything be all right when soon enough everything would be different? Soon enough, their lives would be full of hurt, full of pain, full of problems. Love was the only thing stopping everyone from spiralling.

“What if we end up at the Potter’s longer than James and Lils?” Asked Sirius.

“Nah, Lily’s still got to try and convince her parents to let her move out, although I think eventually, they’ll end up moving in together whether they let her or not. Anyways your practically their son, so they’ll be chuffed if your still there.” Said Remus, wrapping his arms around Sirius tightly.

“You think?” Said Sirius in a hesitant voice.

“Course, they love you to bits. Although they might get a bit pissed off about you trying to snog me all the time in public.” Sirius chuckled.

“Well, there are worse things we could be doing in public,” Sirius said as he raised his eyebrow.

“Hmm.” “We’re going to live together, forever, right, Moony?”

“Obviously, Padfoot,” Remus said, chuckling at Sirius’s inability to understand how much Remus cared for him. “I love you too much for anything else. We’re going to live together, shop together, eat together,” “Sleep together.” Sirius cut in, laughing. “Yes, an awful lot of sleeping together,” Remus said as Sirius shuffled underneath the covers and tucked his face into Remus’s chest. Silence passed for many moments, before Sirius broke it, mumbling.

“You said you loved me too much for us not to live together, Moony.”

“Hm?” “Why, Moons?” “If you’re just asking me to boost your already massive ego, I most definitely will not,” Remus said, laughing.

“No, I’m generally interested,” Sirius grinned.

“Right,” Remus said, his voice sarcastic and amused. “Well, you’re just one of those people who are really . . .” He paused in thought. “Lovable.”

“So’s James, and you aren’t fucking him.”

“How do you know?” Remus said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Well, are you?” Sirius asked, poker face fully intact.

“Yep. We’ve been having an illicit love affair for years. He is a wonderful lover.” Remus said, exaggerating every word.

“Piss off Moony!” Shouted James from across the dorm.

“Blame Sirius, Prongs!” Remus called back as they clutched each other laughing.

“Please, can you two just shut up so we can get some sleep.” Peter groaned.

“Sorry, Pete, blame Remus!” Sirius replied. “But really, Moony, why?”

“Because you’re the most perfectly imperfect human being I’ve ever been fortunate enough to lay eyes on.” “Me, imperfect? Have you been getting high without me, Remus?”

@wolfstarmicrofic 465 words. <3

Sidenote - how the hell do you spell 'lovable' or 'loveable'? According to google they are both right, but I'm still confused :)

[nagdabbit]

title i'm so sorry my hand slipped: un-beef-lievable

rating: teen, for cusses and implied ass eating and the awful pun

pairing: hangman adam page/jon moxley (/renee paquette, implied)

words: 2.1k

@wrestleprompts week one: "Two people reach for the last bottle of the same drink in a gas station fridge package of burger in the grocery store."

i dunno what this is, but it happened.

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Jon Moxley was a scumbag. 

He was a vicious, violent blood pervert who liked to watch MMA and beat off. A brat who craved attention and did anything and everything he could to get it—usually involving running his mouth to the point of getting hit. A troublemaking dickhead. An idiot with a mean right hook and a nice wife who terrified Adam more than he'd like to let on.

And most of all—worst of all—he wouldn't fucking leave Adam alone. He expected it in the ring, in the back hallways of whatever stadium they were in that week, the parking garage—hell, he figured Mox wouldn't hesitate to jump him in a hotel lobby if the mood struck. But not once did he ever expect the man to accost him in fucking Kroger, of all places. 

Mox was smirking as he noisily smacked his gum, eyes intent on Adam's. Man that handsome had no business being that punchable. "You gonna let go anytime soon, cowboy?" 

Like hell was he gonna. He wasn't ever one to back down, especially not to Mox. "I got here first."

"Bullshit."

"You're always tryin' to ruin my—"

"Oh, like you don't do the same!"

"Well if you didn't mouth off all the damn time!"

"You're one to talk!" Mox rolled his eyes as hard as he could, "C'mon, man. For once, I don't want any trouble. I just want the beef."

"Bullshit," he shot back. Mox always wanted trouble. He lived for it.

"Didn't anybody ever teach you not to fuck with service workers?" He made a face at Adam, like he should've been ashamed of himself. "Nobody here needs to clean up after us. No fuckery 'til we get to the parking lot. Cross my heart or whatever."

Adam rolled his eyes. Or whatever indeed. Man had no trouble knocking out any security guard, coworker and innocent bystander that got in their way, but a little rumble in a grocery store was a step too far. "How chivalrous."

Mox just grinned, gum caught between his front teeth. "Yeah, I'm a real catch."

Adam just wanted a goddamn burger. That was all. That's all he’d gone looking for. He’d had a travel day from hell, his nerves were frayed and his brain was jittery, and all he could think of to fix it was a simple burger. Just a simple package of ground beef, enough to have some leftover burgers for the couple days he was stuck in town for the pay-per-view. That was it. He really didn’t think he was asking for too much.

Unfortunately, the entire fucking city had agreed with him. The store had been cleaned out, no burger as far as Adam could see. There wasn't even any ground turkey in the cooler, let alone a package of beef.

Well, except the one he and Mox were playing tug of war with.

"Can you please just give me a fucking break?" He was dangerously close to begging, but goddamn it, he was tired and frayed and just on the edge of screaming. 

Mox pretended to think about it for a moment, head tilting this way and that like a puppy. "Nah, I don't think I will."

"Fuck you."

Mox looked around, looked at the meat that tethered them together, and looked back to Adam with his eyebrows raised expectantly. "Well, you need anything else?"

"What?"

He shrugged, easy as anything. Like he didn't give two entire shits, one way or the other, as long as he kept hold of what he'd stolen. "Well, I'm not letting go. I assume you're not, either. May as well get the rest'a your shit instead of just standing here lookin' stupid."

And Mox, the dickhole, just walked off without waiting for an answer, tugging Adam along by the beef. He could either give up, or he could stumble along behind, and he really wasn't in the mood to give up where Mox was concerned. 

It didn't take much coaxing before he was, indeed, stumbling.

"Need cheese, chips, onion rolls, obviously—"

"Obviously," Adam agreed, despite himself.

"—some veggies, and some ice cream," Mox listed off, steering his cart toward the wall of dairy. "Can you go grab chips while I grab some cheese?"

He gave the man a dry look. "You're not that slick."

Mox just gave an easy shrug, unconcerned that his trick attempt hadn't even landed. "I'll get you eventually."

"Bullshit you will."

"I did once already."

"No, you almost killed me."

"Eh, same difference."

"If you'd just let go, I'd leave you alone," Adam suggested, though it sounded a little like hopeful begging, even to his own ears. 

"Uh huh," Mox murmured, absently as he scanned the cooler wall. "You a cheddar guy? You look like a cheddar guy."

Was he? He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess?"

"Good, you're not completely hopeless."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're welcome." Mox scanned the wall of choices for a few moments, then settled on the store brand of dairy-free cheese, like he’s decided to zero in on the one Adam hated the most.

Adam sighed. "Nah, that one sucks. Doesn't melt very well, get the Chao," Adam grumbled and smacked Mox's hand away, grabbing for the Tomato Cayenne slices instead. "These are better."

"God, you're bossy," he grumbled, but he didn't actually sound too mad about it as he dropped the proffered cheese into his backet. "What else d'you need?"

He shook their hands where they were joined by the meat, "Just this."

"Well, that ain't happening, so best be thinkin' about what else you want." Mox looked around thoughtfully, "Need some potatoes and peppers."

"I'm really considering making a mess in the goddamn dairy aisle, if you don't let go," he threatened. It was weak, but Adam was dangerously close to just lying down right there and waiting for their match, dinner be damned.

"Oh, please. Sweet little country boy like you?" Mox scoffed and tugged him along toward the produce. "Your parents taught you better than that."

Adam scowled at the back of Mox's head. He was right, of course he was, but that didn't mean Adam was gonna admit it out loud any time soon. "What are you such an asshole for?"

"What're you so upset for?" Mox countered.

"I am not upset. I am tired, I am angry, my flight got canceled and then the next one got delayed three times. Everyone was loud and complaining and I can’t fuckin’ stand it," he began, despite knowing Mox didn't actually give a shit. "The hotel fucked up my reservation, everywhere else in the fucking city was booked up, so I had book a last minute AirBnb—which was a bitch and a half, let me tell you. And it’s stuffy and dusty and overpriced, so I’m out a penny and my head hurts. And after all that, all I fuckin' wanted was a nice meal, a night t'myself and some fuckin' peace."

Mox scrunched up his nose a little, frowning back at Adam over his shoulder. "I don't see what I have to do with—"

"You're pissin' me off," Adam spat, and gave the package of burger another firm yank. Didn't even fucking budge. "You have spent months at this fuckin' point, making my life a living hell, and you can't even let me have one evening."

A tilt of his head, a little hum, a noncommittal half a shrug. "Maybe. But you started it."

"How?!"

He shrugged again. "You pushed me off a fuckin' ladder."

"That was so fucking long ago!"

"Yeah, but it hurt."

Adam groaned and dragged his feet, even as he let himself get towed along. "All I fucking want to do, is go back to my overpriced house and grill a goddamn burger."

Jon hummed as he observed the potatoes on offer, like they held any kind of answer. "Sounds like a you problem. You can always let go and hit another store."

"I'm not getting another fucking Lyft just to go to a different grocery store."

"Well, tough tits, then."

"The hell do you even want it for? You can't cook."

"Nah, but Renee can."

Adam rolled his eyes. "Oh fuck off, who cares."

Mox came to a sudden stop, suddenly tense and still. He turned a slow, dangerous look toward Adam. "Did you just insult my wife's cooking?"

And Mox had been right, after all; his parents had taught him better. He knew a line when he crossed it, and insulting someone who didn't deserve it—and wasn't even there to defend herself—was just a step too far. He immediately raised his hands in surrender and, because he knew Mox, leaned himself backward out of punching range. Not that it really mattered.

Mox smirked, and placed the package of meat into his basket as he continued on down the aisle. Easy as that. Took away all of Adam's hope for an easy, comfortable evening, and he hadn't even broken a sweat. "Thanks, cowboy."

Mother fucker.

He watched Mox amble away for a few steps, until the spike of anger and shock subsided, and he was left with hunger and bitter disappointment. "I hate you."

The fucker just laughed.

Mother fucking fuck. 

Well, there went his evening, walking away with a smirk and a swagger. He watched on for a few seconds more, and then headed for the exit with a sigh, already opening up a map of the area, in case there were any other stores within walking distance. Maybe he could find a Wendy's, or something. Salvage at least a little bit of his evening. 

Hit kind of regretted not just throwing a haymaker the moment Mox smirked at him. They'd both have gotten thrown out, but at least Mox wouldn't have walked away with his prize either. 

But he wasn't at work. He didn't have to fight if he didn't fucking want to, no matter how much Mox grated on his nerves. And even if he had been itching for a fight, Mox hadn't brought his friends into it. Hadn't deliberately tried to goad him into doing something stupid. Just stole a package of ground beef out from under his nose, which wasn't a big deal. But Adam was hungry and tired and overloaded after a day of travel. 

He was slouched against the side of the building, in the middle of ordering another ride, when a shadow crowded into his space. Warm body heat, and a cloud of cigarette smoke and cherry candy and mint. He didn't have to look to know who it was, but he did anyway.

Mox was still smirking. He held out an expectant hand. "Gimme your phone."

"Fucking why?" he demanded, though he handed it over without any fuss. Mox would probably take it by force if he wasn't careful, and Adam was too tired to care what he planned to do with it.

An untroubled hum and a half a shrug. "Just thought I'd be nice, is all."

"You?" Adam lifted his eyebrows. "Nice?"

"When I'm feelin' like it," he muttered, busily tapping away. He made a triumphant little noise, and threw the phone back.

It was open to a text conversation, with a number he didn't already have in his contacts. A simple message had been sent, with just an address. If he was remembering right, it was just a few blocks over from the place he was staying.

Mox was looking pretty proud of himself when he glanced back up. "What's this?"

"Our AirBnb address, if you didn't feel like just catching a ride with me," Mox said with a grin, backing away across the crosswalk without even looking out for oncoming cars. "Just in case you still wanted that burger."

Was Mox stupid? "Why the fuck do you think I'd go somewhere with you."

"Figured you were hungry." He gave Adam an innocent look—much as he could manage, in any case. He was lucky he was cute, because he couldn't feign innocence for shit. "You've been talking about eating an awful lot lately." 

Adam's cheeks went hot, almost immediately. That was—fair. Adam had let his mouth get the better of him a couple few times, where Mox was concerned. 

His smile widened again, the obnoxious fuck smacking on his goddamned gum. "Renee said she'd set a place for you," he said, smug as anything, and turned away to hunt down his rental in the sea of cars.

Adam stood for a few moments, just watching him swagger away, and then pocketed his phone, ride forgotten. Maybe it wasn't smart to follow along at his heels, but he'd never really claimed to be.

And Mox was right, anyway. He could eat.

[crossover-enthusiast]

I just need to say this since youre a fellow fnaf fan and might understand my frustration

Canon Mike: i was an asshole who did awful things and did one truly terrible things and spent my whole life regretting it and doing what i can to set things right

I stayed in the body of a corpse so i could free all the children and ensure my father was sent to hell time and time again, accepting that i may go there myself as long as william was stopped and the kids freed

How part of the fandom sees mike: ugh piece of shit, everything is your fault and only yours

Canon william: i abused my children and highly favored elizabeth (and possibly CC) over others

Elizabeth’s death is 1000% my fault

I tore my friend’s life apart

I murdered several children chasing immortality

I keep coming back leaving mike in a cycle of torment with out rest till i stay dead

That same part if fandom: awwwww my silly billy willy boo boo bear. It’s ok, you were just in a silly mood from sone bad stuff and did absolutely nothing wrong tee hee

And yeah this is only part of the fandom but i am sick of people acting like everything is mike’s fault, he definitely did something awful but then allowed himself to suffer the rest of his life for it as a punishment he very much accepted

And i dont mind people liking william, everyone likes a good villain, but you cant just act like he did nothing wrong fuck

Sorry to vent but i just needed to talk to someone who is still part of this fandom (i know no one in real thats really into it anymore)

Nah it's fine, I honestly hate when people. Do things like that

Mike was a dumbass teenager that didn't realize his actions had consequences until it was far too late, William is an adult completely aware of what he's doing and the lives he's ruining by doing it.

Villains are more fun when you can look at the shit they did, go "yeah, that's fucked up", and love them anyways, imo

[spookyceph]

Salt, Sugar, Heat Ch. 4: Overtime

Words: 1,741

Summary: Anywhere can be paradise when your home is hell.

Content Advisory: Sexual references through dialogue

It struck Touya as funny that someone who was basically a giant walking shadow could still have a normal one too. When Kurogiri’s fell over him, he looked up from the game on his phone.

“What’s happening, boss?”

“It is past noon, Todoroki Touya. By the looks of things, the lunch rush has died down. The others should have everything well in hand from here on.”

“Yeah, I already clocked out. Just thought I’d stick around for a bit. Admire the scenery since it’s such a beautiful day.”

Kurogiri surveyed the back lot. The buzzing cloud of flies hovering around the trash bins. A panting stray dog trotting by in the alley. The rickety patio furniture Touya lounged on.

“I see. How is your family doing?”

“Oh, you know. Still fucked up beyond all comprehension. Same old, same old.”

“Nothing immediately pressing, I hope?”

“Nah,” Touya lied.

The ghosts of a million sage but stern lectures haunted Kurogiri’s pause. “What do you make of our latest recruit?” was what he said instead.

“Looks like he hasn’t been outside his basement or eaten anything other than instant noodles for ten years. But…”

“But?”

A pale face pinched with worry that couldn’t quite snuff out the gleam in blood-red irises. Those same eyes watching his every move at the oven. A lanky frame scrambling to jump at orders the instant they were given.

Touya turned back to his phone. Just on the off chance a smile slipped out and ruined his reputation. “He threw himself into everything. Didn’t just stand around and wait for me to give him something to do. Helped clean up to the very end. Never complained once.”

“Ah, so you’re saying he performed admirably.”

“I’m saying he’d give his left nut for a scrap of approval from anyone. But under the desperation there might be the makings of a spine. If he doesn’t crack in the next month, he might turn into a decent baker.”

“You’re a harsh taskmaster, Todoroki Touya.”

“I’m also right.”

That earned a classic Kurogiri sigh. “I trust your instincts on this matter. However, please be mindful of how difficult it is to be a beginner. I feel it’s all too easy to forget past struggles in one’s current confidence.”

Touya twirled a hand. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll dispense a few head pats between lashings, okay?”

“My thanks. Do pass on my regards to your mother and siblings when you see them.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

He waited until he heard the back door shut with a polite click before putting his phone away. The heat of the sun weighing down on him already rivaled the oven’s. He wanted to rinse off with a cool shower. Crank up the air conditioning. Snuggle into his futon for a well-earned rest. Luckily, he was used to denying his wants and needs. Touya stood, took a spine-popping stretch, then wandered inside to fuck with the others.

The rush of running water between the clatter of pots and pans drew him to the sink and his first target.

“Yo, Jin. How’s it going?” He draped an arm around the other man’s neck since getting one all the way across his shoulders was too much of a pain.

Jin turned his head enough to glance at him through the eyeholes of his red costume hoodie’s zip-up mask. Some super sentai thing by the looks of it. “Just finishing up this last round of dishes then I’m taking a lunch break. Look at the mess people left on these plates! Customers are fucking animals! What about you? Aren’t you dead on your feet yet?”

“Story of my life.”

“Let me take your scrawny ass to the gym sometime then! Your old man take leave off of work or something?”

He could probably see shit out of the silly hoodie, but Jin didn’t miss much else. “Shōto is about to start applying for schools. So Enji’s hanging around the house like a fly buzzing around shit.”

“Aw, that sucks. You get to live in a mansion, you prick!”

“Yumi’s a teacher, Natsuo’s almost a doctor, my kid brother’s all set to get into a prestigious school…” Touya heaved a sigh and pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “Guess I truly am a failure. How will I ever bear the shame?”

“You could always write a tell-all memoir. Marry a scandalous celebrity! Or, I dunno, man. Just keep making kick ass bread. No, become a porn actor! If you can’t be a gold star, be a red flag!”

Touya let his arm down and slapped Jin on the back. Winced. The guy really was built like a pro. “I’ll take those into consideration.”

“Hey, are you headed out front? Would you mind asking Spinner to make me a coffee?”

“You got it.”

True to his word, Touya pushed his way through the swinging doors. Spinner was leaning against the counter by the espresso machine, a rag draped over his shoulder while he scrolled through his phone. The busy part of the day was well and truly dead. No one remained at the little café tables inside or outside.

“Hey, Turbo Nerd,” Touya said. “Make Jin some coffee.”

“Hey, Rich Boy. Eat my ass.”

“I’d say ‘you wish’, but you probably don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“I have the Internet, dummy.” Realizing what just came out of his mouth, Spinner flushed. Turning on his heel, he suddenly became very invested in whipping up that drink.

“You meet the new guy?” Touya asked once the growl of the coffee grinder died down.

“Yeah. He seems cool.”

Folding his arms across his chest, Touya leaned against the wall. “You got a crush on him already or what?”

“No, I’m just not dedicated to being an asshole to every person I meet, unlike you.”

Toga, Kurogiri, and now Spinner…this Tenko kid was really bringing out the protective instincts in everyone. Touya was so busy trying to wrap his brain around why that he forgot to give Spinner a hard time before accepting the coffee and returning to the back. He still hadn’t come up with any answers by the time he found Jin sitting on the shitty patio furniture, lower half of his hoodie mask unzipped, a cigarette stuck between his lips.

“Can I get a light?” Jin asked, making the cig waggle like a cartoon tongue. “Damn spirits ran away with my lighter again!”

“Sure.” A current of unease rippled beneath his calm surface. He kept his face from giving away how hard he was concentrating when he stuck his thumb beneath the cigarette’s tip. It was fine. It had always been fine since…he had it under fucking control. All he needed was a little spark for half a second. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He knew what he was doing.

A wisp of blue flame jumped up from the tip of his thumb and blackened the end of the cigarette. Jin jerked back, puffing until he got it to glow cherry-red. He coughed but was otherwise unharmed. Of course.

“Oh, hey,” Jin said, “Big Sis was asking about you. Told me to send you into the office if you were still hanging around. Go home already, you weirdo!”

Touya stuffed his tingling, shaking hands into his sweater pocket. “Cool. See you around, man.”

“Why? You been spying on me, huh?! Take it easy, Dabi.”

As usual, a wall of paperwork had cut off Magne from the rest of the world when he stuck his head into the office. She glanced up at him over the rim of her sunglasses.

“Oh, good. Take a seat, cutie pie. Got a question for you.”

He slipped inside and plopped into the chair across from her. “If it’s about another employee appreciation lunch, I still hate sushi.”

“Not quite. You know the old house next door?”

“Hard to miss when I pass it almost every day.”

“How’d you like to live there?”

His lapse into shocked silence brought a smile to Big Sis’s face.

“The current owner is getting ready to retire out in the country,” she continued. “He’s giving Kurogiri the first shot at buying the property.”

“Why? Doesn’t he have any kids or relatives who want it?”

“They’re not really interested since it is a bit of a fixer-upper. Anyway, it kind of helps that Kurogiri has been slipping him free food and coffee since we opened.”

Once again, the boss’s quiet ability to just make something happen gave Touya the sense of being a piece on a board in a game he couldn’t yet identify. “What’s the catch?”

She halved a couple of the stacks so she could sit back and still make eye contact. “Well, you’d be responsible for little projects that don’t require a contractor. You know, some painting, the maintaining the yard, maybe replacing the simpler woodwork. Things a capable young man such as yourself can tend to.” She fluttered her lashes at him. “Kurogiri also has plans to eventually rent rooms to a few tenants. You’d be responsible for collecting rent and troubleshooting. Same goes for the bakery afterhours since you’ll be right here.”

“I assume I’ll be paying a portion too?”

“Oh, sure. At a reduced rate, of course, since you’re providing time and effort as well.”

The opportunity to wriggle out from old Enji’s thumb had him ready to leap at the offer. But the risk grabbed him by the back of the neck and held him in place. He could already feel the added weight hanging above him, ready to come crashing down onto his shoulders. First the bakery, now a whole ass house? Rooming with strangers? Strangers who’d look to him to fix things instead of burn them to the ground and never look back?

Magne, catching some twitch or frown line that betrayed him, sighed. “You don’t have to answer right this minute, hot lips. Talk it over with Kurogiri yourself—he just asked me to pass the message along, after all. Maybe, hmm, go home and sleep on it.”

The looming future receded a little, giving Touya room to breathe again. Sure. Yeah, he could ask Tall, Dark, and Spooky a few more questions tomorrow. Find out what his angle was. “Okay. Tell him I’m considering the idea if you see him later.” He stood, looking down while brushing some stray sesame seeds from the bottom hem of his jacket. “And…thanks. Or whatever.”

[just-some-random-blogger]

good morning/day, angel!! it must be morning, though. it's been quiet a long time lol. so i've wrote this academic competition today. tbh, i've done awful. i'm VERY disappointed. i'm not big brained at all TT this athletic kitty TT wish i were him 'GIRL I MEANT GAME OF THRONES 😡😡😡😡' and i did not)) 'God bless subtitles' amen 'for a second there i thought you were talkin about the modern!daemon au' nah ofc i'm eager to read modern!daemon au but i always wait for this witch prompt, this 'in the keep' thing if you still want to ever write it, literally for anything. i love your talented big brain and your gorgeous af works. and waiting for a lifetime was merely a pun. like i wanted to type wait forever but then i was like '...........wait' 'no wonder why his brother’s hair white' HAHAHAHA good. that's good. finally we know why targaryens have white hair. they all were crazy af 'no i want to kill them' it's my comfort fic TT but ok. i've gone through all the stages of acceptance. do whatever you want, i'd be glad to see your genius thoughts. NO but how merely an ask for a cliche little suppy fic turned into this ALL. i love angst but also i feel like i need to read some sickly sweet fluff to make my heart relax a bit 'I WAS PLANNING TO DO SMTH LIKE THIS' HGDDJHDHJSKD SIS TT MOM TT ANGEL TT one big and genius brain cell, remember. no but HGFHFJF why it's so hilarious TT 'OUR BRAINS SO IN SYNC' like at first i had a different idea about this concept but while i was typing that love letter i literally just *star*WOW*star* TT it's the mental bond ig dk 'A PAST LOVER' HGDJSSKDH more puns on this theme??? no but i just thought about the variation of a bad ending... no i'm NOT telling it bc you- i can't trust you such a thing... it's too sad i need at least some hope in my life. 'which basically means me??' hahshdj this arrogant prick. no but actually i can imagine daemon bickering with aemond and aegon a lot. like they're married (not really babe TT). he feels so protective of the reader in my head? HOW he asked 'is it your pretty boy' in the 1 part? when they're merely acquainted? and he continues to be like that. always saying 'fuck off kids' or 'what can you do to me?' and GLARING at them when they're near his wife. but i also can see him rather calm in the 'not your level' way. he knows he and the reader have a special bond and boys can't ruin it so he puts a hand on her waist and smirks the boys down. talking abt canon, maybe he's somewhere inbetween. when he feels the threat, he behaves in the 1 way, when not then in the 2 way. but in this au, i think, he's more of the 1 type? beside the bond and instant love, he also has a feeling that he'd already lost her once so he doesn't want to feel it again, for real in this world. ig you've already said such a thing. and i also can see reader rather jealous of the *spoiler*. in the 1 part she seemed pretty calm and layed-back about all daemon's affairs but?? i think it must hurt so much? you live (literally) only to meet the man you love so much you wait him for lifetime (lol sorry)?? and hearing all these rumors, all these 'thousands of chicks', seeing all the news then meeting one of them?? woah it must hurt as hell. but i feel like this reader is more quite about her jealousy than daemon (oh yeah no one expected). 1) she knows he was reborn only to meet her again so that's mean she's the only one in his life now, 2) dk pride? self-esteem? she doesn't feel like she needs to protect her right to have him? ok i've written it all like these are facts and not my nightly ideas. nono pls don't feel like it. i just think about something and oops i can speak about it for a lifETIME lol. and it's too late and i don't want to think what time and grammar i need to use to make it look like assumptions. that's all ig. have a nice day!! love you!! always wait for your answers and fics. take care<з

MODERN!DAEMON NONNIE UR BACK!

HAHAHAHHAHAHA have this memey thing HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

good morning/day, angel!! it must be morning, though. it's been quiet a long time lol.

yeah you didnt send me smth yesterday so i wondered if what happened to you i mean no pressure to send me anything but yeah i was like 'oh my nonnie didn't send today, probably because of that competition'

so i've wrote this academic competition today. tbh, i've done awful. i'm VERY disappointed. i'm not big brained at all TT this athletic kitty TT wish i were him

nah you did your best. that's what counts. doing awful in one thing does not mean you're suddenly not big brained. thats not how that works. you dont have to be like that athletic kitty omg T_T

'GIRL I MEANT GAME OF THRONES 😡😡😡😡' and i did not))

😐 ok HAHHA

'God bless subtitles' amen

🙏🙏🙏🙏

'for a second there i thought you were talkin about the modern!daemon au' nah ofc i'm eager to read modern!daemon au but i always wait for this witch prompt, this 'in the keep' thing if you still want to ever write it, literally for anything.

i have to report i think i wrote halfway to the witch fic then it died now i dont know when i;ll finish it so i just did my other req first. I will still write in the keep!! dont worry. also the modern!daemon au ofc. im glad youre eager to read them <3 <3

i love your talented big brain and your gorgeous af works. and waiting for a lifetime was merely a pun. like i wanted to type wait forever but then i was like '...........wait'

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

'no wonder why his brother’s hair white' HAHAHAHA good. that's good. finally we know why targaryens have white hair. they all were crazy af

HAHAHHAHHAH my big brain so big fr

'no i want to kill them' it's my comfort fic TT but ok. i've gone through all the stages of acceptance. do whatever you want, i'd be glad to see your genius thoughts. NO but how merely an ask for a cliche little suppy fic turned into this ALL. i love angst but also i feel like i need to read some sickly sweet fluff to make my heart relax a bit

HAHAHAHAH idk we'll see how it all works out. dont worry i will 10000% put cute parts. adding them will help make the angst worse HAHAHAHAHHAHAH <3

'I WAS PLANNING TO DO SMTH LIKE THIS' HGDDJHDHJSKD SIS TT MOM TT ANGEL TT one big and genius brain cell, remember. no but HGFHFJF why it's so hilarious TT 'OUR BRAINS SO IN SYNC' like at first i had a different idea about this concept but while i was typing that love letter i literally just *star*WOW*star* TT it's the mental bond ig dk

the hive mentality T_T HAHAH

'A PAST LOVER' HGDJSSKDH more puns on this theme??? no but i just thought about the variation of a bad ending... no i'm NOT telling it bc you- i can't trust you such a thing... it's too sad i need at least some hope in my life.

HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHH I THINK YOU DID THE RIGHT CHOICE OF NOT TELLING ME A BAD ENDING BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN MENTALLY DEBATING ABOUT ENDING THIS WITH SOMETHING REALLY BAD HAHAHHAHHAHAHAAHH also the past lover is not necessarily a pun, but like fr a character i will add to cause drama HAHAH

'which basically means me??' hahshdj this arrogant prick.

💀💀💀💀🤣🤣🤣🤣 TELL ME HE WOULD NOT SAY THAT THOUGH HAHAHHAH

no but actually i can imagine daemon bickering with aemond and aegon a lot. like they're married (not really babe TT).

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 real

he feels so protective of the reader in my head? HOW he asked 'is it your pretty boy' in the 1 part? when they're merely acquainted? and he continues to be like that. always saying 'fuck off kids' or 'what can you do to me?' and GLARING at them when they're near his wife.

REALLLL

but i also can see him rather calm in the 'not your level' way. he knows he and the reader have a special bond and boys can't ruin it so he puts a hand on her waist and smirks the boys down. talking abt canon, maybe he's somewhere inbetween.

STOP BESTIE I WAS ABOUT TO SAY HE WOULDNT EVEN GIVE THEM THE TIME OF DAY BECAUSE WHO ARE THEY BESTIE BESTIE WE THINK SO ALIKE BESTIE WTF WHY HOW WHO WHAT HOW I WASNT EVEN GONNA SAY IT ANYMORE BECAUSE I WAS LIKE 'ITLL BE IN THE FIC ANYWAY' BUT THEN YOU SAID IT ASLHASHFAS BESSSTTIIIIEEEEE!!!!! T_T

when he feels the threat, he behaves in the 1 way, when not then in the 2 way. but in this au, i think, he's more of the 1 type? beside the bond and instant love,

we love a petty king

he also has a feeling that he'd already lost her once so he doesn't want to feel it again, for real in this world. ig you've already said such a thing.

😗🍵👌 thats the tea

and i also can see reader rather jealous of the *spoiler*. in the 1 part she seemed pretty calm and layed-back about all daemon's affairs but?? i think it must hurt so much? you live (literally) only to meet the man you love so much you wait him for lifetime (lol sorry)?? and hearing all these rumors, all these 'thousands of chicks', seeing all the news then meeting one of them?? woah it must hurt as hell.

youre so real for that. ugh. so good at all this analyzing. at this point, i think i should write the fic because the more we talk about it, more more fulfilled i get thus i dont even need to write the fic anymore imma just tell you HAHAHHAAHAHAHAH

but i feel like this reader is more quite about her jealousy than daemon (oh yeah no one expected). 1) she knows he was reborn only to meet her again so that's mean she's the only one in his life now, 2) dk pride? self-esteem? she doesn't feel like she needs to protect her right to have him?

UGHHHH!!! SOOOOO TRRUUUEEEEE!!!!!!! UGHHHH UR SO GOOD AT ANALYZING UGHHHHHHH

ok i've written it all like these are facts and not my nightly ideas. nono pls don't feel like it. i just think about something and oops i can speak about it for a lifETIME lol. and it's too late and i don't want to think what time and grammar i need to use to make it look like assumptions. that's all ig.

well to be fair your assumptions usually hit the nail on the head so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ they are technically facts HHIHI. we can speak for a lifetime <3 again dont worry about your grammar. ive got wack grammar too lol

have a nice day!! love you!! always wait for your answers and fics. take care<з

i love you thank you for telling me your thoughts <3

xxx

[theagents23]

The Agents 2

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The Rise Of Fat Black - Part 2

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*Along the beautiful sun bathed coast of Bolivia, a village of favelas overlooks an ancient ruin reclaimed by nature and teaming with life and foliage. Fat Black had formed an alliance with some ambitious locals, who'd put together a large team of workers ready to clear the brush so they could raid and remove the stone structures. The plan was to use the land for coca and popeye fields despite the numerous warning from the elders of the village. Fat Black didn't care, his thirst for conquest too great to be warded away by superstition. Upon raiding the site for valuable artifacts, the team of workers came across something they couldn't make heads or tails of. At 23:00 hours they summoned Fat Black to La Botanica De Castanos to observe a glowing golden disc. 

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Fat Black: That's an oroborus.

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Worker: Que eso?

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Fat Black: Usually it's a snake eating it's tail, but this one seems to be a dragon.

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Worker: How much?

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Fat Black: Couple grand, unless we find someone to appraise it, then it could be more but that costs money up front. Is that all you found?

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Worker: Nah, this was just interesting to me personally. What I really wanted to show you is inside.

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*The worker leads Slim past the lanterns and tents pitched outside, through the entrance hall lined with torches and lanterns, past the room where three men were sawing away at the braces holding a large golden idol in place. They Come upon a room with a large stone alter in the center and the worker turns around beaming with excitement.*

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Worker: This was the sacrifice room. Check out the hieroglyphs, they're like instructions on how the ritual was performed.

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Fat Black: You called me out here for this?

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Worker: The people they'd sacrifice would usually have personal affects on them; you know jewelery, ornamentations, trinkets n shit. But they weren't petty thieves so they gathered whatever they had on them once they were done and put it somewhere sacred. 

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*The worker pushes the top of the alter and it slides open. When Fat Black walks around it to see what was inside his eyes grow wide with excitement. It was full of golden jewelry and decorative pieces, it was a real live treasure chest.*

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Fat Black: Why didn't you bring this out of here, you didn't need to leave it in here just to show me, we got work to do. What am I paying you for?

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*The worker snickers.*

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Worker: Cuz yo, none of us are touchin that shit. Do you see what's mixed in there? Those are human teeth and jaw bones. This is a mass grave of all the people who died here's shit. Those are pieces of them or the people they killed. Now we got what we wanted from the rest of the place but we figure fair is fair, this here is yours if you want it. If not we'll find a buyer. But I just figured we let you get a look so you can decide for yourself. 

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Fat Black:  I don't give a fuck, of course I want it. 

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Worker: Yeah, well the elders told us what's happened to everyone who's come here thinking they could take what they want. I'm happy with what I got but if you want all that you're gonna have to haul it out yourself. They're all decided on how they feel about it and I can pretty much say the same. To be honest it kind of freaks me out being in here.

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Fat Black: Whatever, I'll take this piece right here for now.

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*As the boss slid the ring off of the skeletal finger, screams of agony are heard from outside. He drops both and the two men tear from the room. When they reach outside they see a bunch of men crowded around one laying on the ground motionless.*

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Worker: QUE PASO!?

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*A group of frantic men crowd around Fat Black's worker giving their accounts of what had taken place.*

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Fat Black: WELL?

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Worker: They said something big picked this dude up in it's mouth, tore a chunk out of him, and then took off into the woods. 

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Fat Black: What do you mean something big? What the hell could've done that?

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Worker: They don't know.

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Fat Black: Aw hell no, VERNON! GET ME MY RIFLE!

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*Vernon yells back from off in the distance.*

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Vernon: THE BIG ONE OR THE LIL ONE!?

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Fat Black: BOTH!

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*Slim looks back at the worker named Jose.*

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Fat Black: Tell the boys we goin huntin.

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[eclipse-needs-sleep]

Sigh… you assholes will never learn that wishing death on people you hate is absolutely stupid. No matter how much you say that you wish her misery and angst, JKR will always be known to all the world as an amazing woman who stood up for the rights of both genders, all races, all sexualities, and the validity of biological sex 🥰 You’ll never shut up about your shit opinion of her and you’ll harass her amazing supporters and HP fans. Bye bye you’re invalid 😘

Oh that's hilarious, really. And what do you mean, "sHe iS aN aMaZiNg wOmAN." Buddy, if you aren't willing to give up a book series because of what she's doing, that's trans/homophobic. She is actively ruining many people's lives. Those people have family, friends, and so many people that care for them. You're the one who has the absolute bullshit opinion on her doing the right thing. There are so many wolves in sheep's clothing out there, and you're defending one of the worst. If that's your opinion, hey, i won't blame you for being wrong. Morons like you fuck up quite regularly. I don't fucking CARE if you block me. I don't fucking CARE if you report me. Hell, I don't even give two goddamn shits if you delete me. I'll come back to protect my LGBTQIA+ peeps from assholes like you. We stand together for what's right, so if one of us is knocked down by those people we can pull them back up, pull them out of that sadness, that awful feeling that tells you, "no one will ever love me, because I'm different." I will protect those people until my last breath.

Good day to you too. Nah, just kidding.

Go to hell.

P.s. I see you hiding behind your anon shield. What are you going to do, comment and reblog in anon?

[h-didanart]

Very well! Prepare for a barrage of nonsense >:)

Sunset Moonlight Show

I like to call the next chapter ‘Guns and ships’. For some reason everyone thinks the USB will be used against Clipsy, it won’t. Lunar Eclipse knows magic unfortunately. Feral cat dad Kill_Code. The Father ISNT AWFUL?! in vrchat. The ‘Monty please’ sequence is one of the first things I made for the au, I wish I was joking. Fire magic and hallucinations really do not mix well. Defeating Seesaw speedrun, antivirus%. ScythLux 4ever, Lumini who? Ah yes, Mischief War Criminal God Lunar, the better Lunar. Kill_Code2.0 thought he could get away with mauling Eclair again… she thought wrong :)

Quiet Throes

I’m on team Kill Ruin, and so should you! Metal pipes are a good weapon if your opponent is also made of metal. The Bastard will get a very very very very very very very well deserved kick in the you-know-what by the person who deserves a chance to hurt him the most ^w^. So turns out not replenishing vital liquids in your body when you’re a machine can have some really nasty side effects. Turns out getting traumatized when you’re a machine can actually alter your base code a lot. Turns out not killing people can actually get you to have a social life beyond your favorite guy and your roommate. Everyone gangsta till the Bloodmoon Twins learn mechanics

Get in Losers

There are five Eclipses in this family. Imagine getting invited to family events —NewMoon. Everyone fucking sucks at apologies. Ex-Murder fam RUNS THE DAYCARE?! in vrchat. Fuck you Nightingale. Fuck you Quasar. Dusk is just here for the drama. What the hell do you mean you still have The Star?— WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TWO STARS?!

Sprout and Blood

Bloodmoon isn’t corrupting Jack, he’s just teaching them about the wonders of criminality. Fuck you Monty— I don’t care if you’re justified on your treatment of him. Gaining sentience is wild when you’re part of the Celestials. Bloodmoon’s claws are actually pretty useful for sewing. They’re both drowning in grief :D. Jack can detect lies. The red blanket was Adaptation’s favorite. Things will get better… after they go terribly downhill due to a certain vampire’s lack of support system and spiraling mental health— LOOK i don’t know how it happened either, I was just thinking about this au and suddenly Bloodmoon’s lack of will to live hit me like a train and then… this happened. This is gonna be such a good fic, just you wait

Ocean Currents

Sun has good aim. Turns out you can still drown even if you can breathe underwater. Fuck you Ruin. Fuck you KillCode. Lunar and Bloodmoon friendship they can never take me away from you. Christ almighty, how many gods of death did I drop here?! Squid Blood God. Foxy is the only normal person here. We stan a responsible father (he’s only responsible cuz of the feral cannibal watching over his kid). FUCK YOU RUIN D:< Oh wait happy ending, yay!

Horror Attendants

Eclipse doesn’t change clothes he just changes bodies. Fuck you KillCode. Eclipse’s creations DONT TURN ON HIM?! in vr——. Halloween, everywhere. Creepy wall deer thing? nah, that’s their sister. Candy year round! Bloodmoon go caput. Fuck you Monty. Eclipse has a bad time in v——. Oh god New Bloodmoon is having an Odysseus moment, oh god oh fu— Fuck you Quasar.

Withered Hopes

Keeping a world together after it was meant to collapse is humbling to say the least. Wait… did I just emulate Madoka Magica? Everything is red. Storms go brrrrrrrrr. Sickle’s literally just a cannibal now, great. Oh yeah did I mention there’s like tons of BM twins angst here? Ghost daycare, ghost daycare. Solar I love you. Very tempted to go bittersweet ending, RTC style

Celestial Ninjas

STORM CLOUD JAY STORM CLOUD JAY STORM CLO— The ‘is Sun bald’ debate holds a lot more heat now (heh). DRACONID SHOWER BOT TO DRACO ASTRAL PIPELINE. I can already tell Wu and Garmadon’s designs will be bangers. Chosen one Bloodmoon because fuck you I do what I want. They are gonna go through so much trauma :). Cryptic cryptid KC. Why is Moon red? Oh sweet FSM I have to make Moon like Bloodmoon. ‘RUIN VIRUS IS PLOT RELEVANT’ WIN! Does anyone else remember that time Lloyd had two swords? well I’m using that. Merlot is pissed they are green. Eclipse wishes he could be green. Jigsaw wishes Merlot wasn’t green.

Miscellaneous au observations:

Dear god do I ping pong between ‘Ruin is fucking horrible to the Twins’ and ‘Ruin is the only one the Twins have just as they are the only one Ruin has��� it’s kinda ridiculous

Is it clear I kinda fell off during the Nexus arc?

Bloodmoon my beloved, they have all the trust issues

I am going to find songs to associate with each au… at some point

The obedience code Ruin added to Bloodmoon is present on a great deal of my aus, that having been an interesting detail I liked, it is ironically absent from Bloody Brotherhood (Ruin having deactivated it alongside the other failsafes), and horrifyingly present in Quiet Throes (I’m trying to squeeze in little hints it’s there, but I’ll likely have to elaborate after the story)

I am trying to give the Bloodmoons as many different family arrangements as possible. Swap is directly in the Celestial family, Retired has a strong attachment to Solar and lives with KC, Separated are part of the Crescents and in turn the Celestials, YT are all family, Lone has Jack, Amnesiac is only with KC and Eclipse, Magic only has Ruin, Fantasy is by themselves, Ocean is with Foxy, GoD are friendly with Jack and Monty, the Monster Twins have the same relationships their roles have, Musical Duo has the rest of the choir, Horror has a weird family circle courtesy of the weird chain swap in that au, Keeper has Ruin and Stitchwraith, Overlord goes pester other star holders whenever bored, Rotting has Ruin, the Fate twins have their parent and destiny defying friends, and Spring has the Celestials too!

:D

Anyone want fun facts//spoilers//rambles of my aus?

:3

[thateldribitch]

Update: Fixed that awful nose.

SO, I've been writing and reading a lot of the Yandere landscape for Lego Monkie Kid, namely @lopsushi 's Yandere Wukong and @zarinosa 's Yandere Macaque. They're both really interesting characters! Both have horrifying elements, and both have sympathetic elements. But I've always loved writing psychological horror and high emotion. Hence why I've had a lot of fun with Lopsushi's yandere boi.

Regardless, I've broken down into finally making my own XD THIS is God of Revenge Wukong--also known as Petty Bitch Wukong. I can't remember who called him that, but someone on Zar's server did.

I wanted to differentiate him from the current Yanderes, too! So his design is based on Macaque's theater outfit (hence the clouds) and you might also note he has the shadow lantern. There are... reasons, for this. <_< And not the ones you might think.

Anyway, here's a few basic characteristics of this bastard man:

Main characteristics: manipulative, methodical, patient, calculating.

He's polyamorous.

He doesn't often kill--he can, but death is just too quick.

He will ruin someone's life, get them to the point they want to die, and then trap them in the shadow lantern to suffer forever.

This man is excruciatingly patient, and will wait thousands of years to craft the perfect revenge. And when all the dominos fall, the target will be utterly and completely ruined.

This largely happens if someone messed with his lovers.

Yandere Behavior:

This Yandere is not a "lock them up and throw away the key" kind

Similar to how he'll set up the perfect revenge, he will set up the perfect way to bring a new lover into his harem.

He is very, very patient, and even if it takes centuries--he'll convince them to come to him, willingly.

He doesn't kidnap anyone; he doesn't lock anyone up. He just makes them want to be with him--usually through emotional manipulation.

But if I had to be honest--he's kind of like a cult leader in general mentality. Extremely charismatic, very smart, and very dangerous.

I've labeled him as a psychological horror character for a reason lol.

How He Treats His Lovers:

Wukong is actually very sweet to his lovers. They have freedom to come and go; the only important thing is they come back to him.

If any of them go missing for more than a day, he will immediately start searching for them.

He's very, very affectionate with all of his lovers and likes showering them in gifts and kisses.

He's kind of like a dragon, hoarding his gems close--and if anyone hurts them, then his wrath is immense.

He's very picky about any potential new spouse, and has thorough discussions with his lovers about anyone else he might be interested in.

He's never harmed any of his lovers.

He wears a ring for each lover he has.

How he treats other people:

Wukong almost constantly smiles--around his lovers, it's really sweet and loving; with anyone else, it's very fake and unnerving.

If he stops smiling--run.

Generally, he doesn't like talking to anyone outside of his harem. But if he has to, he's very cordial and polite. Almost passive aggressively so.

Mortals worship him as a God of Revenge, because if you invoke his name, he might settle a score for you--if you give him the proper offerings.

He's also venerated as a God of Love.

There's a bit of a scale of how fucked you are, a

You bad mouth him: Prepare to be sassed back; you're fine.

You bad mouth his lovers: Gossips probably gonna lose their jobs; but you'll probably live.

You treat his lovers poorly: Listen here Karen, you're losing your house; but you'll probably live.

You hurt his lovers: Yeah, nah, your life is destroyed; into the personal-hell lantern you go.

You severely injure one of his lovers: Out comes the staff, off goes your head.

You kill one of his lovers: Ÿ̶̳́̾̾̏͋̆͘͝͝o̷̢̹̣͕̺̰̤̞͋͆̿̅̉̉́͘ų̵̲͍̩͈̮̮͚̯̈́́͝ ̴̧̗̳̘̥̈̋̕ͅD̷̨̖̝̲͔͎̊́̈́͐̚͝ǒ̸̲̞͆̅̂̊̇ṅ̷̦̲̑̀͜'̶̼̯̟̞̏ṯ̶̛̌͗͒̍͗͑ ̵̡̪͈̜̘͔́̈̀͊̓͐̊͘͝D̷͕̾̓̅̾́͋͝ȩ̸͈̥̬̫̞̦̒̿͊̆͘̚s̶̢̡͍̝̭͈̆͋̐̊̇ẹ̷̮͌̒͘r̷̥̮̝̩͕͐͜v̷̦̾͒̍͐̆̄̚͝ẹ̶͕̖͈͕̱̹̔̎̃́̈̐̏͘ ̶̢̼̟̬̃̊̈́́͘̚͜T̵̢̬̯̫͓̤̣͆̿͗̇o̷̢̗̯͍̰̠̲̞̱̒͌ ̸̧̛̻͍͎̹͎͕̜́͐̒͗Ȩ̵̛̲̟̤̤̯͋̌̔́͂̕͝x̶̛͈̥̌̈́̄͑̀͆͠ͅi̶̫̟̲̦̽͌̏s̷͇͇̠̞͋̑̈͗͐̀͘t̶̡̗͚͎̼͔̟̤͔̋̆̇.̵̲̼́̄͊̽̕

Powers:

This Wukong doesn't often use his staff, unless he's planning on killing someone.

His main weapon is his brain, though he does still have a lot of brute strength.

Shapeshifting is largely used for espionage, and scouting out foreign situations.

He also likes using the people trapped in the shadow lantern to terrify potential targets.

Eventually, he does gain the ability to travel the multiverse--by accident. He was actually trying to make a time travel spell.

[tulsa-trash]

Girly

Request: Would it be possible for you to do a request where the reader is the Curtis brothers sister (between Sodapop and Ponyboy) and she is not feminine at all (she wears trousers, converse and jean jackets) and one day the gang sees her dressed up all girly.

WARNING(S): N/A

You looked at your reflection in the mirror for the millionth time, sighing as you smoothed out your new, light yellow skirt. Your mouth formed into a thin line as you eyed the white blouse that clung to your chest.

Your best friend had set you up on a date with a boy you barely even knew. When you reluctantly agreed she dragged you to a fancy boutique on the south side of town and bought you an entire outfit. Sure she meant well, and you appreciated it, but you couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.

Never in your life have you thought you would be caught dead in a skirt and blouse. You never really liked girly or skimpy clothes, but she had insisted you wear something feminine for once.

You were nervous about the date, but petrified of how your brothers would react. You neglected to tell them about the date, knowing they would freak out and most likely ruin it for you. But you knew when you walked out of your room all hell was going to break loose when they see you in a skirt.

As you slipped some socks onto your feat you scoffed as your gaze landed on the new saddle shoes your friend had bought you.

“No thanks.” You mumbled under your breath.

You walked past your brand new shoes and smiled at your beat up converse that laid strewn out on the side of your bed. You slipped them on and tied them tightly, feeling content as they perfectly molded to your feet.

You sat on your bed for a moment, glancing at your alarm clock. He was supposed to be there in ten minutes to pick you up. You decided that it was now or never, you got up and walked towards your door. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and silently prayed to yourself before exiting your room.

You swung the door open and put on the most normal face you could muster. With your head held high you confidently strolled down the hallway and towards all of the rowdy boys that occupied the living room.

Ponyboy was reading a book on the couch with Two-Bit sat beside him sipping on a beer and watching TV. Steve and Soda were wrestling on the floor, your big brother was winning only for a moment before Steve flipped him over and held him in a head lock.

“Hey, guys.” You said, casually leaning against the wall.

“He–” Ponyboy stopped once his gaze landed on you.

His eyes widened as he scanned your wardrobe, raising his eyebrows.

“Um… What– er… What are ya wearin’?” He asked skeptically.

Once those words left his mouth it seems as though the other boys in the room actually took notice of your presence. Two-Bit began to choke on his alcoholic beverage like a maniac. Soda stood laying on the floor dumbfounded while Steve was on top of him, looking at you with his jaw dropped.

You rolled your eyes at their reactions, looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt.

“I know I look lousy… Ya don’t have to rub it in.” You grumbled.

Your head snapped up when Two-Bit began to wolf whistle at you. A deep blush painted your cheeks as Steve began to join in while your two brothers looked at them in disgust.

“Howdy! Get you kid!” Two-Bit exclaimed as he examined you. “Don’t you look pretty!”

You smiled at the ground, “Awe, shucks–”

“Golly! I don’t think I ever seen you all dressed up before, you look awful nice!” Steve said.

“Erm… yeah. Why are ya dressed up anyhow?” Soda asked as he pushed Steve off of him.

“Gee, Soda. Thanks.” You said sarcastically.

“Don’t get me wrong, kiddo. Ya look gorgeous! I’m just confused… What’d you get all dolled up for?”

“I got a date…” You stated.

“A DATE!?” Both Soda and Pony shrieked.

“Why don’t ya tell the whole neighborhood while you’re at it.” You hissed.

“Hey! Why all the hollerin’? What’s goin’ on?” Darry entered the living room from the kitchen.

“Nothing.” You said quickly.

“Y/N got a date.” Soda ratted you out.

You glared at your older brother before giving the eldest Curtis a sweet smile.

“A date?” Darry asked skeptically. “Were you plannin’ on tellin’ us any time soon? What makes you think you can go on a date?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I can date whoever I want, Darry. I’m sixteen for cryin’ out loud I can handle one date!”

Darry sighed deeply as he stared down at you, he was absolutely horrified seeing you all grown up and looking girly as ever.  The last thing he wanted to do was to get into another argument with one of his siblings. He had been fighting with Pony constantly and snapping at Soda, he didn’t want to bicker with you too.

You were caught off guard when he bent down and wrapped you in his arms, giving you a big hug. Shaking off the shock you hugged him back, squeezing his broad shoulders.

“You look beautiful, buddy.” He told you.

“Thank you, Dare-Bear.”

He snickered, you had given him that nick name when you were little; and you knew that he would crumble and get all soft from your words.

“Look, I don’t feel like fighting with ya…” He pulled away from the hug to look you in the eyes. “But please, stay safe. If that kid tries anythin’ you best know all of us are gonna head for the cooler.”

Everyone agreed as he said this, you just laughed and gave your brother a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the door.

“Wait you’re actually lettin’ her go?”

“He best keep his hands to himself!”

“Bring a sweater.”

“Use protection!”

“SHUT UP, TWO!”

“I’ll be fine!” You reassured.

“Curfew is eight o’ clock.” Darry said.

“Nine.” You argued.

“Eight thirty, take it or you ain’t goin’ missy.”

“Fine. Love you!”

With that you were out the door, your date wasn’t there yet so you took a seat on the front steps.

“What are you doin’?”

You jumped in surprise as your head whirled around to face the voice. It was Dally accompanied by Johnny, they were leaning against the house whilst sharing a cigarette.

“Hello to you too, Dal.” You said with sass laced in your tone.

He chuckled dryly, trailing off as he eyed you. You shifted uncomfortably and turned away from him.

“You look nice, Y/N.” Johnny said quietly.

You turned and sent him a warm smile, “Thanks, Johnny.”

“Where you goin’ off to dressed like that?” Dally asked.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Why the sudden curiosity?”

He simply shrugged, “Figured you’d be doin’ somethin’ special… you never dress like… that.”

“D-Do you think it looks bad?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you couldn’t help it.

He smirked, looking you up and down once more. Silence fell between the three of you for a while.

“Take that as a yes.” You scoffed.

“Nah…” Dally said. “You look smokin’.”

“Really?” You asked. Not once has Dallas Winston ever complimented you, and to be honest you wanted to make sure you heard him right.

“I don’t like repeatin’ myself, doll.” He replied smoothly.

You smirked and averted your gaze from him to the road, a light blush tinted your cheeks. Soon enough, a beat up car came to a stop in front of the house. Your date got out and gestured for you to get in, holding the door for you.

“Looks like that’s him…” You breathed out as you got up.

“He better not try anythin’.” Dallas said lowly.

“Awe, Dal. Didn’t know you cared about me that much.” You teased as you walked down your front steps.

“Shush up, kid.”

His eyes raked your body as he watched you walk away, getting into the guys car. He smirked at you when you shot him one last playful glance before your date drove off.

“I didn’t know the Curtis gal was hot.” Dallas said.

“Best not let her brothers hear you sayin’ stuff like that about her.” Johnny silently warned.

Dallas scoffed, flicking his finished cigarette into the dirt before heading back inside. Johnny followed close behind him.

[haechanniesunflowers]

Ateez reaction to you being hurt

notes: I'm feeling angsty today

Seonghwa

He had a hard day, practicing for hours on end for Ateez's 10th year anniversary concert. He wanted to get home and pour his heart out in front of you and just spend time with you. But he came home and you weren't there much to his dismay, but he waited for you. It was raining heavily. He called you again and again but you weren't answering making him anxious and adding to his frustration. Three hours later, the rain still hadn't stopped and he was scared and furious. The bell rang and Seonghwa opened the door. You stood there, completely drenched in the rain. He stepped aside to let you in. You walked inside and got to the living room when he pulled you by your arm to make you face him.

"where the hell were you? And why weren't you answering your damn phone?" he tone was harsh.

"Seonghwa please, not now I-"

"no we need to talk about this now! answer me! Do you know how worried I was? And I was already frustrated to begin with!"

You lowered your head and let the tears spill but it seemed like the rain water was dripping down your face.

He shook you arm to pull you, making you lift your face and roughly pull out of his grasp. That's when he saw the tears.

"I had a bad day too! Okay? My awful coworkers took credit for my project that I worked so hard on! And on top of that I locked the car with the keys, my wallet and phone inside! And I had to walk home because I didn't have any money for a bus or a cab! There! Got your answer!"

Seonghwa's eyes softened at your words and he tried hugging you but you pulled back.

"no I'm not in the mood and I'm drenched"

You went to your room and locked yourself in the bathroom to cry in the shower.

Hongjoong

The track he was working on was almost ready and he wanted you to be the first person to hear it so he called you to invite you over to his studio.

"hey babe what are you doing?"

"nothing much Joong. What's up"

"can you come over in the evening? I want you to listen to my song"

There was a pause from your end.

"hello? Baby can you hear me?"

"ye-ah Joongie. I'm busy these days, I'm so sorry. I'll try to come after the next week."

"no that's okay, you don't need to put your work aside. I'm free today since I finished the song, I'll come over. How does that sound?"

"I'll tell you in a few hours, okay?"

Hongjoong felt something was off so he quickly got done with his files and saved the track and packed up. He drove straight to your apartment and knocked on the door. You didn't expect to see Hongjoong at the door so you hid behind the door after opening it. He eyed you suspiciously.

"are you okay?" he asked, pushing the door slightly to get inside.

"yeah why do you ask?" you spoke nonchalantly, standing in the akimbo pose.

"you're acting... unusual"

"nonsense"

He slid it aside and took you towards your bedroom. He found it unusual how you were walking slowly and stopped.

"you're hurt." he stated and his suspicion was confirmed when you didn't answer.

"I slipped and sprained my ankle. I didn't want you to worry so I didn't tell you and I didn't agree to meet you"

He picked you up and laid you on the couch, snuggling next to you.

"I'm here to take care of you" he whispered and turned the TV on.

Yunho

Yunho is always in a good mood when he gets to see you. He wants to make the best use of the time he gets to spend with you. So during his break, you guys went to his home town to meet his parents but you stayed in a hotel even though he insisted that you stayed at his house. But you were a woman of principles and didn't think it was appropriate to stay at your boyfriend's house before marriage. He came to pick you up in his car and took you to an amusement park. You guys took roller-coaster rides and other scary looking rides too. He asked if you wanted to eat something and proposed the idea of going to a restaurant but you you told him that hotdogs from the vendors in the park would be nice and that you wanted to stay there longer and get on more rides. After eating you two took that discovery ride. While getting off you felt a little dizzy and tripped on something and fell. Yunho quickly helped you up and asked if you were okay and you told him yes, even though your ankle hurt a lot. After the fun time, he drove you back to your hotel. As you got off, you winced in pain and knelt to the ground, clutching your ankle. He worriedly got out the car and came to your side.

"your ankle is swollen" he spoke, concerned.

"it's fine, I can manage"

"are you kidding me? Why didn't you tell me you're hurt?"

"because I didn't want to ruin tee date"

"you can't stay here y/n, you're coming out with me"

"I said it's okay Yunho, I'll take painkillers and an ice pack, I'll be fine"

"I'm sorry you got hurt"

"you don't need to be sorry babe" you said and kissed him.

Yeosang

Yeosang wanted to go skateboarding with you but you didn't know how to ride a skate so he took it upon himself to teach you even though you gave the idea of him skating and you cycling next to him but he said no. He took you to a nearby park and helped you learn for over a month. When he deemed you ready, he encouraged you to ride it on your own with him holding your hands or your waist. You took a deep breath.

"you can do this" he smiled.

"I hope so" you replied and steadied yourself.

"I can already see us skateboarding down the road. I can't wait"

"okay here goes nothing"

You gained momentum with your foot pushing the board forward and continued with a steady pace.

"I'm doing it! Yeosang I'm doing it!" you cheered but made the mistake of looking back towards him which made you lose your balance since you were relatively new to this. You fell on your back but broke your fall with your arm.

Yeosang rushed towards you and helped you up. You yelped in paid when he grabbed your arm.

"it hurts so much" you shook.

He took you to a hospital where the doctor told you your wrist was dislocated.

He felt awful and blamed it on himself. He stayed by your side before and after your surgery and even helped you with your daily life stuff until you got better. You were happy to spend a lot of time with him and told him it wasn't his fault.

"you are never riding a skateboard again. Like ever."

San

You were visiting Namhae to meet San's family. He always talked about them and told you how important they were to him so you paid them a visit, knowing it would make San the happiest.

You were sat on the couch, chatting with his sister while the TV was on. It was a random drama which none of you were interested in, rather wanting to talk about girl stuff.

"Sannie is a sensitive one, though he doesn't show it" his sister let you know.

"I know, I have never seen him cry. I used to think he doesn't care but then I found out that he's just very good at controlling his emotions."

You two were indulged in the conversation and didn't see San entering the room with Byeol in his arms.

"Y/N I want you to meet our family's master"

You and his sister giggled.

"Byeol, this is Y/N. I hope you come to terms with the fact that your position as the girl I'd die for has been taken by her."

You were a blushing mess and had butterflies in your stomach. San was always kind and loving towards you. And as if Byeol had understood what San had said, she started acting up.

"can I pet her?" you asked, earning encouraging nods from the Choi siblings. You stretched your hand you gently pet her head but Byeol acted first and violently scratched your hand, drawing blood.

"Byeol no!" San whined as the cat hissed at you and ran to the other room.

You clutched your hand tightly, trying to soothe the pain but it came in waves and burned. San worriedly came closer to you and him and his sister examined your hand. There was definitely blood coming out of the claw marks. They had to take you to the hospital to get you tetanus shots.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, your hand is ruined and you're in pain because of me"

"not because of you Sannie, it was Byeol but you can't really blame her, she an animal after all"

Mingi

Mingi took you to the dance studio to show you the new dance he choreographed. He was happy with it and spent a lot of time perfecting it and wanted you to see it. You were supportive of his ambitions as a rapper and a dancer, aside from Ateez. He was grateful for you for being by his side and understanding the time and effort it required. You never complained when he was unable to make time for you sometimes, knowing that he was working hard. The bond you shared was strong and you two were inseparable.

"okay I'm gonna start, queue the music"

And with that he started dancing. You were in awe of the way his body moved and how effortlessly he executed the difficult moves. You clapped when he finished.

"wow Mingi... this is... wow... I'm so proud" you were at a loss of words.

"come on I'll teach you the floor move, it's the easiest"

It was the easiest, for a trained dancer that is. You both didn't realize how difficult it actually was. You, because you weren't a dancer and Mingi made it look like a piece of cake. Mingi, because it came naturally to him and he had insane body control so he thought it was actually easy.

He taught you how to slide using your core strength. You didn't have a strong core to begin with, so you landed on your knee and pain shot up in your leg. You clutched it and let out a whine. Mingi took a look at it saw it reddening.

"I'm sorry for making you do this" he shook his head.

"nah I shouldn't have said yes" you smiled, not wanting him to be upset.

"let's get you home"

Wooyoung

He kept his artist of the month news a secret from you. He wanted to surprise you with it. So when you saw it on twitter you called him and congratulated him.

"this is huge Woo, I'm so proud of you!"

"I know you're rooting for me. I want you to come at the practice session we're having, just so we can perform on stage too"

You agreed to come and dressed up for him. When he saw you enter the studio in your black jeans that hugged your curves and the loose green cardigan which you styled and tucked in from the front. You had your hair down and mere sight of you took Wooyoung's breath away. His dancer friend from bb trippin' knew about your relationship but some of the staff was different that day and didn't know who you were.

Your eyes gleaned, watching Wooyoung dance. He was in his element and looked ethereal. The practice session ended and before you could run to him and hug him, you saw another woman, a staff member get close to him, handing him a water bottle and wiping his sweat off with a cloth. You were stunned but didn't think muhh about it, since his job required him to be around other women too. You watched from a distance how she talked to him for some time and subtly placed a hand on his thigh, giggling and telling him he did well. You were hurt to say the least. He didn't spare you a glance and then talked to her as if you weren't in the room. You didn't ruin the mood for him at the moment but were screaming internally watching her flirt with your man in broad daylight and him going along with him.

After the session ended, his choreographer called him to discuss important matters with him and the staff started leaving. You noticed how the same woman was hanging around, until another senior staff member told her to pack up and leave. After the discussion, Wooyoung came running to you.

"did you like it?" he asked excitedly.

"the performance? yes. The little show with that staff woman? absolutely not"

His face fell at your words.

"baby listen, I had to let it slide. It's not like I could've swat her hands away and tell her to go away. Having good chemistry with the staff results in good performances. Please try to understand"

"I don't know Wooyoung. And this is just what I saw. I can't stop imagining what else goes on since I'm not around all the time"

"I want you to trust me. I'm all yours. No one can take me away from you. No one. You don't know the hold you have around my heart. You don't know what you do to me. It's you and only you. Never forget that."

Jongho

If there's one thing in this world that Jongho liked doing the most, it was comparing how strong he was compared to you. No, you didn't even compare. You didn't even come close. He loved lifting you like it was nothing, tightening jars on purpose so you would ask him to open them for you and lifting the furniture with one hand while you both cleaned. He also loved arm wrestling with you with just two of his fingers of his non dominant hand, while you struggled to win with your dominant hand.

You both sat in the middle of the living room. Jongho challenged you to arm wrestling and the loser would have to clean the dishes. He wasn't even trying while you were shaking by using the entire strength in your arm. He got a little cocky when his hand got tired and decided to end it with a bang. He used intense force and your hand landed on the table with a thud. You pulled it back and rubbed it. He didn't fully realize how hard he hurt you until he saw just how red the back of your hand was. He immediately apologized but you got up to give yourself first aid, not responding to him. He followed you to the kitchen and tried helping but you shoved him aside.

"leave me alone"

"I'm sorry I hurt you. Let me help"

"Jongho please just leave me alone right now"

He felt awful to have hurt you and after you went to your bedroom, he did the dishes. You had invited him to stay the night at your apartment so he was glad he could be around to make it up to you.

He came to you some time later and apologized again and took responsibility of his actions.

"you scared me Jongho"

"I'm so sorry, I'll be more careful I promise"

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. LO spends way more time focusing on Hades and developing him and his wants, relationships, and emphasizing his status as a god/king that I'm honestly questioning if Persephone is even supposed to be the lead character. Sure the icon is her worried face, but the story is about her changing to be what HE wants, to marry HIM, to give him what HE wants, even her comparisons are to women in HIS life, and now the story is more and more about giving HIM unique powers that he seems more like the lead.

2. I don't get how LO fans say any critique "ruins their fun" when no one forces them to read any of this? Maybe they can take their own advice of "don't like, don't read" to heart. More so, if pointing out the truly bad elements like the awful use of sexual assault, misogyny, classism, etc etc "ruins their fun", then why do they continue to support it uncritically and even defend these elements? Because that's not a critic's fault, that's on them for putting their feelings over the harm LO causes.

3. “The immortal dating pool was microscopic and is still tiny” youse guys (the gods/goddesses) are just racist and don’t want to admit it

From OP: Like, I get not wanting to date someone who isn’t immortal but (correct me if I’m wrong) the gods can make them immortal. Plus, there probably is a good amount of gods in LO that we haven’t seen. RS is no stranger to pairing random gods/nymphs together anyway.

4. i agree w/ other anon. legality does not automatically make a relationship good or healthy. its legal to marry your first cousin in most of the world, is that ok now? child marriage is still legally allowed in several countries including 44 US states, if that ok now because its "legal"? Because by their logic it should be!

5. Teenagers always kin Persephone…oh, I wonder why? 🤔

6. Since Artemis is supposed to be a lesbian in LO canon, I’m guessing RS is going to reveal she is another member of Persephone’s Simp Squad😂EVERYBODY has to be in love with the titanic titted highlighter!

7. I'm fairly positive that this has been mentioned before, so my apologies!! But I just recently realized how much inspiration RS seems to draw from Twilight/50 Shades of Grey... like this really just is a self insert into a "mythological" retelling of 50 Shades of Grey and it's... so icky 

8. How can anyone claim RS plans anything out and or keeps track of it when Persephone lived & worked in the Underworld for several days and never once even asked Hades if she could see the dead nymphs, who are claimed to be as good as sisters to her? That would have been one of the easiest ways to foreshadow and show her kindness and she has a life outside of Hades, But nah, she'd rather party and shop instead of visiting the nymphs who are probably part of his shade slave force anyway.

-----FP Spoilers/Mention-----

9. Ok so I know in the beginning and now Rachel keeps using the “write a letter” technique to get them through their issues and all, and that is technically a therapy technique … from the 80s. No actual therapist now uses it since it’s been proven more times than not it’s actually not helpful and often just made the people ignore their easy to solve issues (such as talking to their partner openly and honestly) to instead just play into escapism and ignoring their issues under the guise of “confronting” it. It’s absolutely terrible from an accuracy or healthy standpoint to show this outdated method as peak therapy, but it’s completely accurate in just how bad researched everything else in in the comic. 

10. FP Spoilers: When Ares said this whole trial wasn't about Persephone but about war, I was legit like "wait, WHAT???" Like, where the hell did that come from? What war? Is this alluding to Kronos waking up? If so, how does Zeus know he's coming back, but Hades doesn't? And why would that make Zeus consider giving Persephone to Apollo??? Is the war against Leto and Apollo? That would be a very one-sided battle. I just can't anymore with these out-of-nowhere retcons...