#'trying to protect you guess i was wrong ' like yea. but can you be a lil artsy abiut it

[propertyofwicked]

SECRETS part 2 - LN

lando x fewtrell!reader

no content warnings in this part, i promise the next part will have some actual fluff to it

previous part -> next part

masterlist the playlist

y/n was easily won over by chicken nuggets and a diet coke - a fact lando knew too well. both he and max had both spent almost hundreds on the food combo every time y/n was roped into one of their plans. whether she was lying to her parents to cover up where max had been all night, or even just being asked to hold a camera or a boom mic for a quadrant video, she was always rewarded with 6 chicken nuggets and a diet coke.

lando had in fact not included max in his late night plans, and very quickly made it known as to why.

“so, how’s uni?” he asked, warming her up for the incoming conversation, turning onto a side road and pulling the car to a stop.

“yea it’s good thanks, how’s driving?”

“could be better, i could be better,” he smiled sadly, but glad she asked about driving as she fell directly into his trap, “why did you stop coming to races?”

“lando,” she sighs his name, almost disappointed in him for even asking, “university’s a lot of work you know. i can’t fly around the world to watch you drive a car. and, i still watch the races - just from home.”

“so it’s nothing to do with me?”

“well ignoring me for a year doesn’t help your case, but no, it’s not to do with you. you know i’ll always be there when i can. when im invited,” the emphasis on invited hung like hot air in the car, and created and unsettling silence.

“lan, can i ask you a question?” she said, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the car.

“mhm, anything.”

“why did you stop talking to me? i know we’re not as close as you and max,” she adds, lando almost wincing at the mention of his best friend, “and i know you were busy being, you know, a superstar and that. but even over your break, i saw you like twice in passing.”

“im sorry y/n, honestly it wasn’t intentiona-”

“bullshit, try again norris. the truth this time.”

lando breathed in deep, as if to lock and load his next statement.

“max he, uh, he told me he’d seen some pictures of us. you remember that club in monaco?,” she nodded in response, remembering the encounter with lando that night in somewhat drunken detail, “he wasn’t happy with me. thought we had something going on behind his back. y/n when i say angry, i mean he was one step away from beating me up and then keying my car.”

“but there was nothi- i mean we weren’t d-”

“i know, i tried to tell him,” lando sighed, “he gets a bit, let’s say ‘over protective’ with you i guess. doesn’t trust me maybe? i don’t know.”

“so instead of letting me discuss it with him, you refused to acknowledge my existence for a year? yeah that’s mint, let’s do that,” she said, the sarcasm rolling off her tongue.

“i was a dick, ok - i’m sorry. but your brother is slightly terrifying when he’s angry. think he’s realised he was wrong - that’s why he let you come to the race im guessing.”

he was wrong - but was he? was max completely wrong to assume what he had? she thought the feelings were mutual but clearly lando had other ideas.

“can i drive your car?” y/n asked, smiling over to lando in the drivers seat. he’s started driving around aimlessly again, deciding to put an end to the conversation about where they stood with each other. his head whipped around to look at her, his eyebrows quirked up in a mix of confusion and immediate refusal. he wasn’t even driving one of his more expensive cars, as they all stayed in monaco. but of course, lando norris needs a high end car in every country.

“please, lan,” she said again, eyes widening in attempt to tug on his heart strings, “please. i miss driving, i haven’t driven since like, christmas since my car died and went to car heaven.”

“y/n, angel,” the nickname wasn’t something new, but it still flipped something about in her stomach, ”if anything, that makes me want to say no even more. besides, it’s automatic - you drive manual.”

“oh come on, it’s literally just a pedal for stop and go. please.”

“not tonight,” he said, looking at her to show his sad frown as if that would make her happy about the rejection, “if i get podium tomorrow, ill put some money towards getting you a new car.”

“lan, please you don’t have to do that.”

“i know i don’t have to. i want to. besides, if i get podium i think i owe my lucky charm something to show my gratitude, no?” he said. y/n knew this was an argument she wouldn’t win, so she smiled up at him, nodding slightly.

the car fell back into a silence, comfortable this time, with only the sound of lando’s music playing quietly out of the speakers, and the odd whooshing of a car driving past.

the car came to a still, the red light reflected on the their faces as they waited for the light to change.

“the stars look pretty tonight,” she said absentmindedly. y/n was never one to sit in silence without at least attempting to fill it.

“yeah, they do,” lando responded, although he wasn’t looking at the stars, moreover, he was staring directly at the light reflecting onto y/n’s face. his own mouth curling up into a smile when he saw your soft features grinning contently at the sky.

it was around 1am when y/n and lando returned to the hotel car park, casually discussing life at university and where y/n saw herself using her degree in the future.

“i think it’s better if we don’t tell max about this,” she mumbled, tilting her head to the side, catching lando’s eyes. her own eyes blinking slowly in exhaustion.

“i think so too. are you going to tell him what i said?”

“not right now. but i refuse to let him believe has any right to threaten his own friends in a bid to control my life,” she says, her body now twisted fully to face him directly.

“just,” he sighed, “dont get violent,” his hand reaching over to rest on her knee.

“me? violent? that is a bold accusation, norris.”

“y/n - i know you. just don’t be too harsh, he thought he was doing what was best.”

“thinking is always max’s downfall,” she responds with a snort. she turns her body back, arm reaching to grab the handle when lando catches her other arm, forcing her to look at him again.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“i’ll be there.”

sneaking back into a room was usually y/n’s specialty, but she’d never attempted to sneak past max before. rather, her teens were spent sneaking back into the house with max. unlocking the door and pulling the handle down, y/n pushed softly on the wood, but the creaking was so loud in the silence of their hotel room. the floor boards to her bag of clothes seemed to have a vendetta against her today too, she could’ve sworn they did not creak when she had walked across them earlier.

the bathroom tap decided to splutter loudly and spit freezing cold water down her, and the door to slide back open and allow the stream of light to fall directly on max’s face.

“y/n?” her brother groaned, “you just come back in?”

“yeah, sorry - i tried to be quiet,” she whispered back, turning the bathroom light off and stumbling gracefully through the dark room to the sofa.

“it’s 1am? you were in the gym for 3 hours?”

“erm, yeah,” her voice wavered in the lie, “i got distracted on the treadmill. tired myself out though.”

max grumbled something in response, too sleepy to say anything further.

the next morning max walked down to the hotel lobby, passing the gym in his journey for breakfast.

open 7:00 - 23:00

hang on, he thought to himself, shut at 11?

where had his sister been? she couldn’t have been in the gym till 1am, so where had she been, and why had she lied?

★ ☆ ✦ ✧ ✩ ✶

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Incubus fyodor 1

Dom!priest!reader x sub!incubus!fyodor

Warning: pegging, CNC, against a wall, in a church lol, also taking virginity??

Sometimes I use strap, most of the time dick or whatever. Then anyone can feel included? Idk?

This was requested by 🍮 anon, like a loooong time ago. Gonna repost it now :> (was too lazy to do so but now that you are back-)

Fyodor was just wandering around, looking for his next victim. It was boring to keep staying at one place, he always craved something grandiose and better. One day he ended up at a church after going around town, he detested those places due to his nature. But then he saw you through the windows, a diligent priest working for god. Proud, hard working and kind. What a sight, you must have never known the pleasures of the flesh. Oh how he pitied you, guess he will just ‘enlighten’ you then~

The incubus was wandering inside the building, looking everywhere for you. Until he found you in the chancel, the sacred place. Perfect, let's see how sacred it will be after he defies god’s little helper. Protecting one’s innocence? How laughable.

Fyodor walked inside, wrapping his hands around you and holding you from behind. Hands running all over your torso, grinning in delight as he said, “come on, let's have a little fun~ I can fulfil all your fantasies...” before he could even react to it, you took hold of his hands, turning around and twisting them in the process. “aAHH-”he yelped, falling backwards and taking a few steps back, his body hitting the wall. Your hand pinning his wrists over his head, knee pressed against the wall in between his legs. He felt you apply pressure to his crotch.

The boy gritted his teeth, showing his fangs. "Are you a demon?" You asked nonchalantly, while he struggled against your strength. Fuck, why were you so strong? “Yea and? What, gonna exorcise me? Haha.” “An incubi probably, by the way you were touching me.” You came to that conclusion, not an ounce of emotion present in your voice.

Continuing on as if you didn't hear him, thinking for a second. “I suppose you wanted to feast on me?” He stared at you with a skeptical look, why did you seem so interested? Before he got the chance to ask you, you commented, “I'm sorry that you were born this way, having to rely on such sinful acts to survive.. what a pitiful being.” “What, oh no you are the pitiful thing here, I bet you don't know what pleasure is, all because of some prideful faith. Want me to teach you?” Fyodor said cheekily, grinning as he looked up at you, his knees bend slightly due to the position.

“Don't get me wrong, I don't detest your kind. God has taught us to accept anyone. In fact, i’d be willing to help you, so that you don't need to bother other innocent souls. It's the duty of a priest.” He didn't understand what you were hinting at, for him you were talking garbage. “You aren’t going to seal me or anything?” The demon was genuinely confused, you want to help him? Why? “No need to fear anything, I'm sure you have experience in this field after all.” Next thing he knew you turned him around, his back arching like a crescent moon. “What are you…” suddenly you pulled his pants down, exposing his plum butt. “Huh?! wha-" poor him, that incubus was super confused now, this can't be what he thinks it is right?

Seems like his worries came true, it was what he feared, he knew when he felt your tip press against him. “Hu-huh? Wait a second..! I-I thought you were...” “I've learned many ways to deal with succubus or incubus, don't worry I'm quite experienced too.” Then you entered him, yearning a surprised moan from the male. “Ahh..!” Fingers desperately gripping the wall, looking for anything he can clench onto, eyes looking back and trying to understand the situation. He was getting… topped? By a priest nonetheless??

Him? Up until now he has only ever been on top. What experience, this is his first! Fyodor felt another push from you, the strap slowly driving into him. “You are so tight... ah, what's your name?” “Why do you care, pull it out!” “I'm sorry, I can't do that.” “Why?!” “Because I have to subdue you first, to make you submit.” Your voice was serious as you said that, pushing more of your dick inside him. “UgHh! Slo-slow down...gentle, gentle! Ah, hu-hurts..” the boy whined now, crying softly as his dick twitched in excitement. “Oh? It is your first? Maybe you aren’t as dirty as I thought.” Still using the same emotionless voice as before, you kept unintentionally leave snarky remarks behind. All while your free hand collected the slick around his rim, covering the toy with it.

“So wet already, more than many others of your kind.” Were you mocking him? He wanted to insult you, if only the dick wasn't making his mind go blank. “Ahh...you, I won't-mhm! Fo-forgive you.” “I don't need your forgiveness, only gods.” You said, before starting to move and trust into him. Then you explained, “in order to excuse this sin I had to commit due to your existence, we will have to work hard to beg for forgiveness.” “AhHh! Ah-aHh.ah. Oh-uhh..uhm! Nghh..!” Each trust was paired with whimpers or a moan. Cute squeaking sounds escaped him, face and shoulders flushed red and figure covered in sweat now. His filthy fluids were running down those slim and shaky legs, eyes rolling into the back of his head. What was he doing, didn't he plan on fucking you at first? So how was he getting dicked down now. It was still too hard to comprehend. Yet it felt so good.. it was melting his brain, he has never felt anything this amazing before.

“Such inappropriate noises you are letting out, i guess you are enjoying yourself?” The hand which you used to collect his slick was now on his hips, holding him in place since he kept trying to wriggle his way out, trying to escape those blissful sensations. “Ah..wait..ah-Uhm! This is..no-no good..stop aHh!” He whispered, shortly after tears started rolling down his blushing face. You only picked up your pace, going faster and rutting into him roughly, sometimes you'd brush against his prostate which made him cry out even more. “Ah-aAhhH! OOHh! I'm c-close.. m’gonna cu-cum.” Fyodor breathed out, his entire being quivering in pleasure. This was heaven. Don’t get him wrong, he knew nothing of heaven but this is how he'd imagine paradise to be like. He was filled with pure ecstasy, it was damn addicting and he doesn't think he will ever get over it.

“You have to beg for forgiveness, and to excuse your pathetic self.” You whispered into his ear. Like a spell he couldn’t disobey, he immediately began pleading with.. whom? God? You? Ugh.. to think he had come this low. “AhhHhAA!! ohHh! For-forgive meHHnghh~..!!” His release came in torrents, coursing through his veins and making his legs go weak. He felt so helpless, so exposed and vulnerable with you. And it was the best feeling he has ever experienced, never in his life did he knew something like this was possible. Those noises were filled with desire and longing, loud and clear as he painted the wall white, “aAhHahhhH~!” A shudder ran down his spine, hole clenching down onto you.

The slick was all the way down to his knees now, and he was still lost in subspace. Guess the climax was pretty intense, rendering him to such a whiny mess. You weren't sure if he could understand you, but you tried it anyway. “So, may I inquire the name of you pitiful thing?” There were no answers, only breathy whines and pants. Eventually he gasped out his name meekly, mumbling, “fyo-fyodor…” After blinking a few times, you leaned down to his ear and uttered in a seductive, as well as sadistic voice. This was the first time he heard your tone change. “I'm going to keep you here, so that you wont cause troubles for others. You don’t mind being my pet fyodor, isn’t that right?” And you let go of him after finishing your sentence. Hands leaving his body. Ahh..another shiver travelled down to his core, how could he ever refuse such an enticing offer? Without your help, his legs finally betrayed his body as he crashed down onto the ground. Sitting there looking all ravaged while a sticky white puddle formed beneath him. Fyodor looked at you over his shoulder while panting heavily, tongue hanging out from his blushing face like a dumb little pet.

Part two

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I don’t know if your requests are open, but if they are I was wondering what if hydra tried to take y/n back, and like tried to hurt her again and Wanda being scared and protective? What do you think? And Nat being her rock while they try to get y/n back if hydra takes her away again? Idk anyway I love your writing

Taken

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary: Wanda and Nat attempt to get Y/N back after she is Taken back by Hydra.

✒ Tags and Warnings: kidnapping, fighting

✒ Author's Note: This was so much fun to write, hope you enjoy!

✒ Word Count: 3750-ish

✒ Read Time: 18 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU : Socials

“Y/N, get your stuff together, sweetie.” your teacher instructed once she hung up the phone with the main office. You were over at your desk practicing your vocabulary words with your friend Matthew, “Am I in trouble?” you wondered. Was she kicking you out? Did you do something wrong? You’ve never had to pack your bag in the middle of the day. 

“No, no, of course not,” your teacher assured, “Your guardian is here to pick you up early,” she explained 

“Early?” you weren’t told anything about this before you were dropped off, “Yes, she’s here now, better not to keep her waiting.” she urged. 

After getting your things together you hurried to the main office to meet Wanda, or at least that’s who you were expecting. Your confusion continued when you saw Natasha waiting for you alone, “Natty? Where Mama?” 

“Hi, Y/N. Oh, Wanda is just waiting for us at home, no need to worry,” she informed you with an eerily wide smile as she ushered you out of the building. Everything felt off, Nat always picked you up into her arms as soon as she saw you after camp. Maybe she was just in a hurry, so you stopped walking, “Natty, uppie?” you suggested with your arms up. 

“Oh, sure come here,” she responded as she took you into her arms. The closer the two of you got to the parking lot, you could feel her rustling around in her pockets for something but you ignored it as you rested your head on her shoulder, “Guess what I learned 'bout today!” you offered, since usually, that was the first thing Nat would ask when she picked you up from camp. 

“What?” she responded distractedly, not really interested in what you had to say.

“You s'posed to guess,” you urged. 

“Ugh, I don’t know kid, 2+2?” she snapped back. You weren’t expecting such a negative response, usually, Natasha was so happy to see you. 

“No, I a'ready know dat. I learned dat water uhm, can go from being water, uhm, den it can go into da air and up into da sky and den it comes back down when it rains from da sky. OH and when it gets cold, like really cold water turns solwid like ice and if it's raining den it’s snowing.” you explained with lots of excitement and exclaimated expressions on your face. 

“Cool,” Natasha replied unimpressed. As the two of you got closer to the car and further from the school, the parking lot became more desolate. Once you were in a spot that was tucked away and out of the public eye, you noticed that she finally pulled whatever she was looking for out of her pocket.

“Natty, you ok?” you wondered if something was wrong since she seemed so off and uninterested in you.

“Hm? Oh yea, everything is fine,” she assured as you felt a stabbing pain in your left leg causing you to jolt slightly in shock, “OW! Natty, wha's dat?” almost instantly you felt your muscles relax so much that you no longer had control over them, “Na'y?” you fought out as you slumped over. Trying to focus on anything proved to be a challenge as you struggled to keep your eyes from closing. It didn’t take long before it was too much to fight and you slowly drifted away into unconsciousness in her arms. 

When dismissal time rolled around, Wanda and Nat were there 5 minutes early like always. Your teacher was quite concerned to see them there waiting for you when you had already left for the day so she immediately approached the couple with a perplexed expression adorning her features, “What brings you two back here today?”

The two werent expecting to be questioned for something so mundane, “What do you mean? We’re here for Y/N, of course.” Wanda politely chuckled, hoping the teacher was just joking around.

“Y/N already left, you were were here around lunch time to pick her up for early dismissal,” Your teacher informed as she motioned towards Natasha. 

Wandas, heartbeat immediately picked up as she began to dial in on her senses, “Early dismissal? This is the first time I’ve been here all day,” Natasha answered and Wanda could see that the teacher wasn’t lying, but neither was Natasha. 

You began to stir slowly, thinking you were down for a nap in your bed. It wasn’t until your eyes fluttered open and you began to focus on the details around you that you noticed you were back in a cell. Once you’re fully awake, you stand up to inspect the door holding you captive. In an attempt to break out, you try to concentrate your powers and quake the door open even though didn’t have high hopes as you have never had full control of your powers, but you figured it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, your captors were one step ahead of you. Instantly you fell to the ground with an intense pain emanating from the inhibitor they had placed around your neck.

Memories from earlier quickly flooded back to the front of your mind as you quickly jolted yourself into the corner and curled your body into the fetal position. Tears began threatening to spill from your eyes as you remembered who was responsible for your trip back to the cell. Natasha. How could she do this? One of the people you trusted most just betrayed you so easily. Though, that wasn’t anything new for you, in fact, you think to yourself that you really should’ve seen it coming. It’s what they all do. Seems like no one is ever really on your side.

Your spiraling thoughts are interrupted when the door to your cell swings open and 3 people flood in. You try to fold in on yourself and become as small as you can but you're already tight-knit in the corner.

As if your vivid memories weren’t enough, Natasha Romanoff stands before you, and you see every detail in her face with your judicious eyes, “Oh good, étoile, you’re awake.”

The nickname caught your attention. Étoile? Nat never called you étoile. You haven’t heard that nickname since hydra had taken you away. Still, you stayed silent. 

Noticing your silent demeanor, the women in front of you continues, “What’s the matter, y/n? Aren’t you happy to be home?” 

“dis not home.” you shakenly spat out, “Where's mama?” you cried out. 

Squatting down to your level, she peeled the digital cloaking device from her face and sinisterly said, “Don’t worry sweetie, mama is right here.” 

You were nothing short of shocked as you saw the true face of the person that took you. To be truthful, you never expected to see your birth mother again, “Ma?” you mumbled unsure of your own eyes.

“It’s me, Étoile.” she assured, “Now be a good girl and behave while they administer your tests for the day,” she instructed. 

“We go home? No Poke, please!” you cried, remembering how tortuous your experience was last time you were in a cell. 

“Oh, Étoile. You are home. Don’t you understand? This is what you were made for.” she said with a cheeky grin as she waved over the 2 scientists. 

Made for? You didn’t understand, you always thought that Hydra stole you away from your mother. Everything you remembered about her was positive, but you didn’t have much time to reflect before you were being tied to a chair and then poked and prodded with needles. Your mother left the cell swiftly before the process began, not to be bothered by your screams of torture. 

Wanda's heart pounded in her chest as she stood in the dimly lit briefing room, empty to everyone but her and the one she called her best friend. Her hands trembled, anger and desperation fueling her determination. You, the child she had accepted wholeheartedly as her own, had been taken by Hydra, and Wanda was consumed by an overwhelming sense of fear, anguish, and guilt. How could she let this happen? She was supposed to be there to protect you.

Tears streamed down her face as she turned to Natasha, her eyes pleading for strength and support. In that moment, Natasha knew that she had to be Wanda's rock, the unwavering presence by her side, offering solace and steadfast determination.

Natasha stepped forward, her voice filled with conviction and a touch of tenderness. "Wanda, we will get Y/N back. We won't rest until she’s safe with us again. I promise you that." she assured as she took Wanda into a sturdy embrace, letting her sob into her shoulder. 

Wanda pulled back once the tears began to slow and looked at Natasha, her eyes filled with gratitude and a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. She clung to Natasha's words, finding comfort in her support. "How?"

Nat thought for a moment, “Tony’s got the team on it, once they have a lead we’ll be the first one’s out of here,” she explained, but that wasn’t good enough for Wanda, “No, I- I can’t just sit around here and do nothing.” she sobbed until it clicked, “Wait- let me try something.” she said as she took a seat and closed her eyes to focus her energy on you. The two of you had never connected from this far before but anything was worth a shot if it meant getting you back safe and sound. 

Once the tests were completed, you were left in your cell alone to recover. The dimly lit, virtually windowless chamber located deep within a hidden underground facility was a chilling embodiment of Hydra’s sinister intentions and scientific pursuits. The walls are made of reinforced steel and painted in a lifeless gray color. There are no windows or openings to the outside world, reinforcing the feeling of being trapped and the cell door is heavy and secured by an electronic lock, with no visible handle from the inside. It has a small, reinforced window that allows guards to monitor the occupant. A place where the subject’s powers are studied and manipulated, and the surroundings are deliberately designed to break their spirit and hope.

The only furnishing that adorns the room consists of a worn-out mattress on the floor, a small table with a basic chair, and restraints that are attached to the bed and the chair. The table is usually cluttered with scientific instruments and notebooks. Not to mention, the air in the cell is perpetually cool, contributing to a sense of discomfort and unease.

As you’re laying there drifting in and out of sleep, you hear Wanda’s voice and immediately wonder if you’re dreaming, “Y/N, can you hear me?”

“Mama?” you answer back telepathically, “detka, oh my god, are you ok?” she was so relieved to solidify the connection with you.

“Mama, where are you? Wanna come home” you answered back, wanting nothing more than to be back at the compound with Wanda. Safe with her. 

“I know sweetie, we’re going to come and get you, I promise. Are you hurt? Do you know where you are?” she tried to assure you as much as she could, maybe even believing her own words more as she said them. 

You explained everything that you had gone through today and tried your hardest to describe where you were being held but you didn’t know exactly where they were holding you. As Wanda's determined thoughts intertwined with yours, she was able to take in all the information you had. In the midst of darkness, your telepathic conversation became a lifeline of hope and reassurance. Wanda's thoughts were a beacon of love, guiding you through the darkness and fear.

“It was her birth mother.” Wanda uttered to Nat in shock once she concluded the conversation with you. 

With a better understanding of what they were dealing with, the two of them went to brief the team on their new findings. Everyone in the compound worked on overdrive to try and find a lead as to where you were being held. Days turned into weeks as they chased leads, infiltrated secret hideouts, and fought their way through Hydra's defenses. 

Through it all, Wanda would reach out to you every day to check in, update you on their efforts, and try to provide any sense of comfort that she could and Natasha remained Wanda's constant pillar of strength, offering a reassuring presence in the face of adversity. During sleepless nights and moments of doubt, Natasha was there, holding Wanda close, reminding her that they were in this together. "We're going to bring Y/N home, Wanda. She’s our family, and nothing will stop us from finding her."

Their search for the Hydra base was a strenuous journey through a web of secrecy and deception. It began with a series of covert operations, hacking into encrypted files, and gathering intelligence from their extensive network of contacts. The leads were scarce, but their determination was unyielding.

This night, in particular, the weight of the situation finally became too much for Wanda to bear. She had retreated to her room, her heart heavy with a sense of helplessness that she had become far too familiar with from the loss of her parents and her brother, except this time, it felt different. This time, she had the chance to save you, to protect you and she just kept failing. Sitting on the edge of her bed, her hands trembling, she buried her face in her palms and let out a choked sob. The frustration, fear, and guilt that had been building inside her finally erupted in a torrent of tears.

She cried for the innocent child who had been taken, for the suffering you were going through, and for her own inability to bring you back. Her breakdown was a raw and cathartic release of emotions that she had been holding back for far too long, unintentionally expressing her powers in a way that could be felt throughout the whole compound. Instead of trying to calm her, the team thought it best for her to let it out in that moment instead, and if it got to be too much they would intervene. Truthfully, Natasha would've been right by her side in an instant if she didn't feel like she was on the cusp of important intel.

As the tears flowed, Wanda's mind raced, and in her anguish, she began to replay every detail of the situation, every piece of information they had gathered, searching for something, anything that they might have missed.

It was in this vulnerable moment, as she let herself fully feel the depth of her emotions, that a small glimmer of insight emerged. Amidst her tears, Wanda's mind began to connect the dots in a way it hadn't before. She realized that the clues they had gathered pointed to a location they hadn't considered – a place that she had heard whispers about during her time at Hydra but had never been to herself.

Wanda's breathing steadied as she wiped away her tears, her mind now focused and clear. She knew what needed to be done. Without wasting another moment, she rushed downstairs to find Natasha

Meanwhile, Natasha managed to intercept a coded message from an anonymous source containing coordinates and a cryptic message that hinted at Hydra's involvement in a desolate region.

As Wanda rounded the corner to the lab, the two of them locked eyes and from the look on each other's faces, they could both tell that they shared a similar realization, "She's in Norway!" They both shouted in unison, "How do you know?" Wanda questioned, wondering what led Nat to the realization, "Come, look at this," Nat waved her over to show her the intel she had intercepted.

Without hesitation, Wanda and Natasha gathered the team to follow this lead, their hope renewed by the prospect of finally locating the hidden base.

The coordinates led them to a remote forested area far away from populated regions in Norway. As they cautiously ventured deeper into the wilderness, they discovered signs of recent human activity that didn't match the surrounding environment. A faint humming sound filled the air, a sign of advanced technology hidden beneath the surface. 

Using their combined skills, Natasha and Tony uncovered a concealed entrance to an underground facility. The entrance was camouflaged to blend seamlessly with the natural landscape, a tactic Hydra often employed to evade detection. The two Avengers shared a knowing glance, their determination solidified as they realized they were closing in on their target.

With stealth and caution, the team navigated through the dimly lit corridors of the underground base. The air was heavy with tension, the walls seemingly holding the secrets of Hydra's sinister operations. As they approached a heavily guarded door, Wanda’s telepathic connection proved invaluable as she sensed the presence of minds within, confirming that they were on the right track.

Tony's hacking skills came into play as he disabled security measures, allowing them to breach the inner chambers of the base. What they discovered left them both horrified and fueled their determination further. Among the confidential documents and experimentation records, they found references to you, confirming some of their worst fears.

“This is it, I know it.” Wanda confirmed, feeling it in her gut that you weren’t far. 

Once they breached the main door, there were several hallways that led in different directions, so they set off in smaller groups to cover ground. 

In the dimly lit corridors of the Hydra base, Wanda and Natasha's hearts pounded in unison. Their steps were silent, every movement calculated to avoid detection while they closed in on your location. As they turned a corner, they encountered a group of Hydra operatives standing guard outside a reinforced door. Wanda raised her hand slightly, gesturing for Natasha to stand back.

Wanda’s telepathic powers allowed them to communicate silently, sharing a plan without a word spoken. Natasha nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing with determination. With a focused look, Wanda unleashed her telekinetic powers, sending nearby metal pipes hurtling toward the operatives. The clang of metal striking metal echoed through the corridor as chaos erupted.

Startled by the sudden assault, the operatives scrambled to defend themselves, drawing their weapons in an attempt to fight back. On cue, Natasha emerged from the shadows, her movements a blur of precise strikes and calculated maneuvers. She incapacitated one after another with her lethal grace, using her combat skills to disarm and disable the threat swiftly.

Wanda's crimson energy flared as she repelled bullets and incoming attacks with a deft wave of her hand. The walls themselves seemed to respond to her power, creating barriers and distractions that kept the Hydra agents off balance. As she engaged in the battle, her mind remained focused on the task at hand: reaching you before it was too late.

The sound of a distant alarm reverberated through the corridors, signaling the base's heightened state of alert. Wanda's determination burned brighter, her powers intensifying as she fought to clear a path toward your cell. Natasha's acrobatic maneuvers and sharpshooting skills cleared the way ahead, allowing Wanda to push forward without hesitation.

As they breached the inner chambers of the base, they confronted a larger group of Hydra operatives led by Brock Rumlow. The stakes were higher, but Wanda and Natasha's resolve remained unshaken. Wanda's hands glowed with raw energy, her telekinesis and telepathy intertwining in a symphony of power that left Hydra agents disoriented and vulnerable.

Natasha's movements were a fluid dance of combat expertise, as she used her environment to her advantage. She disarmed opponents with precision, her strikes quick and lethal. With every enemy she incapacitated, her gaze remained locked on Rumlow, their silent exchange a testament to the intensity of the battle.

Amidst the chaos, Rumlow's laughter rang out, confident that his forces would overcome the duo. But he underestimated the strength of their bond and the depth of their love for you. As the battle raged on, Wanda's emotions ignited her powers to unprecedented heights, causing the very walls of the hideout to tremble.

With a fierce cry, Wanda sent a wave of energy surging towards Rumlow, disorienting him long enough for Natasha to close the distance. Their combined assault was relentless, their every move coordinated and precise. In a final, climactic clash, Wanda's telekinetic force collided with Natasha's formidable combat skills, overwhelming Rumlow's defenses.

As the dust settled, the once menacing Hydra operatives lay defeated on the ground, and Rumlow himself was immobilized. Wanda and Natasha shared a moment of exhaustion and triumph, their breaths labored and their bodies battered from the intense battle. But their relief was short-lived, as their focus turned towards the reinforced door that separated them from you.

With a shared nod of persistence, they approached the door, and Wanda shattered the barrier with her powers, revealing your cell. The sight of you, fragile and weak, ignited a plethora of emotions within them.

As they reunited with you, tears of joy streamed down Wanda's face. She quickly scooped you into her arms, holding you tightly, apologizing profusely, and promising to protect you from any harm. You clung to her as tightly as you could, still slightly out of it from all of the physical torment you've been through but her presence was enough to soothe you. Beside her, Natasha's eyes filled with unshed tears, a silent testament to their shared triumph and unyielding love for you. You were so happy to see Wanda, feeling like you could finally relax again in her arms. 

In that moment, as they held you close, Wanda knew that she owed a debt of gratitude to Natasha. She had been her guiding light, her unwavering support, throughout the harrowing fight to get you back. They had fought side by side, risking everything for the sake of their family.

Once they were safely out of the base and back onto the jet, Wanda looked at Natasha, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "Nat, you've been my rock through all of this. I-I really couldn't have done it without you.” she said sincerely as you layed asleep in her lap, “Thank you for always being there, for fighting alongside me, and for reminding me of the strength we have together."

Natasha's eyes softened, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she gently puts her arm around Wanda, "Wanda, we're a team. We always have been, and always will be. Y/N is our family, and we'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe."

Natasha's words hung in the air, a powerful reminder of their shared commitment to you and maybe even each other. Wanda met Natasha's gaze, her heart pounding in her chest as the intensity of the moment settled between them. There was a noticeable connection, a current of unspoken emotions that surged between them, binding them even closer together.

In that charged moment, Wanda's hesitation melted away. She leaned in without another thought, her lips finding Natasha's in a gentle and tender kiss. It was a kiss that held years of unspoken feelings, a culmination of shared experiences, and the promise of a future filled with love and support. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment of intimacy and vulnerability.

Once Wanda's inner anxiety caught up to her, she abruptly pulled away, "I-I'm sorry," she blurted out so afraid that she had just ruined one of the best things in her life.

Natasha's fingers brushed against Wanda's cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring, guiding her to meet her gaze "Wanda," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down Wanda's spine. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Wanda smiled, a mixture of emotions flooding her senses – happiness, relief, and a deep sense of rightness. "Me too."

Their lips met again, this time with a hunger born of years of suppressed emotions. The kiss was deeper, and more passionate, as if they were pouring all their unspoken words and desires into the connection between them. It was a kiss that spoke of understanding, acceptance, and the promise of a love that had always been there, just waiting to be acknowledged.

As they pulled away, their foreheads still resting against each other, Wanda felt a sense of completeness that she had never experienced before. She had found not only a partner in Natasha but a kindred spirit, someone who understood the complexities of her heart and the depth of her emotions. And in that moment, as they sat in the aftermath of their kiss, Wanda knew that their journey together was just beginning and for the first time in her life, she felt excited to see what her future would hold with her chosen family.

Once you all returned to the safety of the Avengers compound, the atmosphere was a mixture of relief, exhaustion, and an overwhelming sense of triumph. They had faced down Hydra, rescued you, and emerged from the battle victorious. But the emotional toll of the ordeal was palpable, especially for you who had endured the trauma of being captured by the enemy. It took about a week once you arrived home to be discharged from medical. 

Wanda and Natasha’s first priority was ensuring your physical and emotional well-being. They took their time comforting you, understanding that the scars of the experience would take time to heal. As much as they wanted to explore this new chapter in their own relationship, they both agreed that you came first. Once things felt normal again, Nat already had a special date planned in her head.

Until then, Wanda used her powers to create a warm and comforting environment, conjuring a soothing atmosphere that helped you feel at ease. You spent hours in the living area, surrounded by blankets and soft lighting, engaging in gentle activities that would help you transition back to a sense of normalcy. You played games, shared stories, and simply enjoyed each other's company.

However, the effects of the traumatizing experience couldn't be ignored. your sleep became troubled by nightmares again, and both Wanda and Natasha tried to take turns staying by your side, offering comfort and security during the dark hours, but you only wanted Wanda. It was hard for you to look at Nat the same after she kidnapped you. Even though you knew it wasn’t actually her, you were still having a hard time feeling comfortable with her. 

This gutted Natasha, every time you shied away from her or asked for Wanda instead. She was worried that she had lost you forever and things would never go back to normal, but Wanda was there to assure her that it would just take you some time. 

As days turned into weeks, the wounds of the past began to mend. With their loving guidance, your smiles returned, your laughter grew more genuine, and the light in your eyes rekindled. You engaged in activities that brought joy, like exploring the compound's gardens, conducting science experiments with Peter, and even embarking on imaginative adventures that only a child's mind could conceive.

One night after a long day with Wanda, the three of you had decided to watch a movie before bed and instead of sitting on the end next to Wanda, you climbed in the middle of Wanda and Nat, snuggling up to them while the movie played. That small action meant the world to Natasha, as she could finally see things were getting back to normal.

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Once innocent. Part 4. (Sully family x reader)

Hi! Just a reminder that this is a mini series to show the deeper sides of Y/n’s life BEFORE “The chore” :) 💕 I never said that the argument y/n had in ‘the chore’ was the only serious one she was in.🤫

Y/n waited patiently until it was her turn to hold Tuk. When Y/n did, she didn’t hold back tears, she didn’t care who saw her, the tears she left out were the first emotion she let anyone see in a long time.

She’s beautiful. Her skin is so soft, the way she smiled at me was so contagious and the way her small hand wrapped around my finger was perfect. She was perfect. “hello sunshine, aren’t you precious and innocent? How could Eywa bless us with someone so perfect? You’re my bundle of joy. I’ll protect you.” From then on, that’s all I ever did.

Soon my mother didn’t need to give constant care to Tuk, and that’s when I took in Tuk. It’s not like I wasn’t always there when she was just a newborn, because even when she was under my moms care, I’d take her any chance I’d get. She was the only one I spoke full conversations with, even if she couldn’t speak back, just seeing her smile at me was enough to warm my heart. When I noticed how mother and father slowly distanced themselves, tired of having to spend everyday with the clingy child. It only showed a reflection of what others saw with me and my parents. I would never let her endure or go through what I did. I will take care of her, that way when she returns in my parents arms they will ache for her. Tuk deserved that. Not a empty ache for their child, not the ‘care’ I received as a kid.

*Flashback*

“Dad? Mom?” Giggles erupted from the sweet girl as she hugged onto her dad’s leg. “I found you dad it’s been hours since we first started playing hide-“ her father looked at her suddenly feeling frustrated with how messy the girl was. “Y/n let go. Your hands are dirty. Go clean yourself up.” The child looked down at her hand and giggled once again “oh yea..sorry sir I was practicing outside and then I fell when I ran to chase you!” As soon as I cleaned up I ran back to cuddle next to them except they were all asleep and there was no room left for me so I had to sleep on the edge. “Mom? Dad? Guys?…I guess this is ok..It’s fine! Good night!” *

Please no, she’ll never experience the heart break I did. Tuk is only a toddler, she’s drawing right now. “Hey! What you drawing there sunshine? Can I see?…You know I’m no good at this game. But I’ll try to guess what it is, just for you! Just give me a second I’ll figure it out…is it me?” Tuk giggles and point at me after I said that “it is me! I knew it! Cmon can you say Y/n Tuk? Y/nnn.” Tuk just sighs smiling and looking back down at her drawing. “Not much of a talker are you sunshine? Grandmother told me you should be speaking by now, but don’t worry about it! You’ll talk when your ready! Maybe your hiding a special fun secret? Maybe…you found out i was the tickle monster!” I raise my hands to tickle her into a fit of laughter “rawr!!!” I laugh with her and come to a stop…her laugh is so full of life. I’ll keep going through life just to hear that laugh everyday. “We should start helping mom prep our meal shouldn’t we, sunshine? Let’s go!” We head to help mom and I prep Tuk down handing her the two toys I found for her, with crayons and a paper. I joined smoothly helping my mom prep. We didn’t talk much especially after she broke her promise. Call me dramatic but it hurt. My mother knew it was wrong too…hints why we don’t speak anymore. The one time where we’re able to find words to say to each other was when Tuk needed something but that was rare. I always knew when Tuk needed something or how she liked something. Majority of the times Tuk was just asking to return back to my arms. The food was done so we began preparing and eating our meal. I sat away from my siblings that were in the corner, to sit next to Tuk and help her eat her meal. Dad seems upset today…please no. “Y/n. Why is there crayons on the floor. Clean it up.” I look up and slowly get up to pick up the crayons Tuk had been playing with. “Why aren’t you watching your sister? She has crayon marks on her arm. You let her get dirty. You know when you were born I thought how the hell am I supposed to raise this messy kid. This hyper active little kid who’s reckless. You can’t be that way with Tuk. It’s not ok.” Cmon really? In front of Tuk. “I know, I’m well aware at how important it is to keep the child clean. Try not to abuse your power father. Tuk is here. You will NOT do this in front of Tuk. It’s just not gonna happen” I pass a smile and look at Tuk who was smiling at me pointing to our hammock. “No more food Tuk? You sure did eat huh sunshine? Let’s go clean you up and put you to sleep while Mom and dad eat.” I tried acting like I didn’t hear him talk about me to my mother. Maintained a smile on my face. How could they ever think she was going to stay dirty? I would never let it happen. She’s a kid, of course she’s gonna get dirty, but I’ll clean it up. I shower her as tears drop down my face. She grasp my face and points to my lips with her hands opening up and down motioning me to speak and then back to her toys. “we’re going on a…bear hunt. We’re gonna catch a…big one!” She giggles and I finish washing up to take her and I back inside. I place her in the hammock setting her with my parents, giving a kiss on the cheek and a goodnight before walking away. “Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” I immediately freeze…she has such angelic voice. I turn around smiling as my parents watch by with shock…their daughters first words! Tuk crawls towards me with her hands out telling me to grab her. I giggle at her sweet actions and twirl her “oh sunshine-“ my father speaks up “Just take her tonight. Just be quiet and go to sleep.” He can be upset but I don’t care. Nothing can ruin this moment with my sweet angel.

Tuk was 5 when I started training her, I was going to teach her it all. She became a quick learner and she enjoyed it just as much as I did. We were on our way to my usual training spot until she spotted the place I had went to for pretty flowers and accessories. Maybe she can learn how to crown and bead first and then we can go to survival more. I was smiling at her until I saw she almost touched the neon flower. “Wait Tuk! Don’t touch that one! It makes you have this weird reaction and it’s gross!” Tuk laughs and look up at me “…Did you touch it?” I looked down with an ashamed face,not wanting to admit how I was left with a weird reaction all over me because I touched the flower “…i don’t know” We spent the rest of our evening crowning and beading. Then I told her i’d show her how to make the clothing, explaining to her it’s necessary in case you need extra or something happens. Then Tuk seemed to go more quiet…”what’s wrong…Tuk?” She looks up from the blanket she was making “hungry.” I was quick to grab her toy that was a shape of a food,thinking of something quick to change her mood “hey there Tuk! It’s me the famous hamburger word on the street is that you are hungry and you want to eat me! Do you want want to eat me?” She giggles and says “cmon y/n I can’t eat a toy!” I give her a good look and hold the toy up again to say “aw man, my feelings are hurt!” Tuk is quick to say “well my stomach hurts!” “mmh, sassy!” She giggles and I go towards my bag to see if I have anything to give her. I pick up a container of small leftovers I had set for when I was going to do extra work around the village, it’s fine I’ll just skip eating today. Something I’ve been doing a lot lately, and trust me not on purpose.

*Flasahback*

“You need to start picking up your work Y/n because this isn’t cutting it. What are you doing to even contribute to the village? Cause I see nothing. You are nothing because you do nothing.” Are you kidding me. He doesn’t care does he? The fact that his child is right there. “Tuk go with mom to sleep ok?….(Tuk looks at her dad suspiciously and leaves her sister with a hug) Tuk was here. I take care of Tuk. Remember? And I DO put my part into the village I just came from there! This argument that you’re trying to pick up isn’t happening right now. While you had the privilege to come home early as the ‘olo'eyktan’ I didn’t. There’s a clear defining difference between us Sir.” As I was leaving placing to go in my hammock, I could still hear him mumbling complaints. I turn to go get some rest “Y/n, Y/n! Good night sleep!” I giggle and say it back. But as soon as I turned there was no longer a smile on my face. How could everyone sleep so peacefully while I now have to work hours on end.*

“About all we got!” Handing her my small meal. Tuk looks at the lunch, saddened knowing she watched me make it in the morning, for more work my father ordered me to do. “…what about you?” I turn away from my beading and smile “go for it! I’ll find something else soon! I’m not even that hungry sunshine!” Tuk looks at me with her ‘thinking’ face. Oh Eywa, no don-“how about I go with you to help around in the village…you know as my…contribution? (She’s handing these words slowly REMEMBER she’s only 5 right now that’s why she’s taking awhile to remember the words she was taught)” To the hours that I’m up by? And the hours I have to wake up the next morning? This would not be a fair ask. She’s just a kid “After we are done with these blankets we can give it to the village and this will be your contribution ok? Your doing great Tuk! You’re quick!” Tuk laughs but is upset for her sister on the inside why does she have to always work?

We kept on dealing with our next days like that and I slowly introduced her into survival. Tuk was still eager to do more in her village so today she decided why not just follow her sister, instead of asking her? It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission! It’s only a matter of time before Y/n gets tired of working and wants to go away…leave.

I dropped Tuk off home with my shoulder still slacked down…I’m so tired. Only a couple of more hours and I can sleep. peacefully. “Ok Tuk good night, sunshine!” I turn to walk away but to my surprise she followed me back out of our home. What is she doing? “If you leave…I want you to take me too.” She’s confusing me. “W-what are you talking about?” She looks up again “Please don’t be mad. I don’t want to be alone. Not having you makes me feel alone. I can’t live with you not with me y/n. I know you want to leave sometimes. I also know that this work you’ve been doing is a lot. So just take me to work with you. I’ve been asking for a long time, I can help.” No, this can not happen , I will not take her helping hand. This is work my father gave me to punish me. I will not bring her down with me. I refuse. “If you have the time to fall asleep? You do it.” Tuk raises her voice with frustration very evident. “I said I don’t want to!” Throwing some tantrums here and there are and aren’t ok. I was never allowed to do it so dealing with it can be…confusing? Frustrating? This is technically my first time raising a kid. “I don’t care what you said. You will do it.” Tuk is quick to say “I don’t care what you say!” She can’t just deny what I’m telling her. This is for her. “Cmon Tuk!” Letting a frustrated sigh go before i kneeled down to talk to her and get her to understand. “You can’t break promises Tuk. You said you’d stop pushing the idea. You promised me.” She gives an ashamed look “…ik” she still has eagerness to come and it needs to stop. She can’t go through I have to do everyday, it’s not easy. “You’re not letting this go are you? Tuk I’m done. We’re not doing this anymore. You’re going to drop it or you’re in big trouble. I mean it.” Tuk rushes in to give me a hug. “Fine. Go to work, but take care of yourself ok? Oel ngati kameie, y/n” I sigh into her hug, relieved “Oel ngati kameie, sunshine….ok you should go inside to go to sleep I’ll give you a good night hug and kiss ok?” She grabs my hand and rushes me inside, I can feel my dad’s stare as I go by their hammock to give Tuk what I promised. After that I leave quickly, I don’t want to talk to them. They don’t know about my life now and they never will. Just a couple of more night and I’ll drop this stupid extra chores thing.

Tuk WAS 5…Now she was 6. I taught her a lot in the span of that one year except now, she feels like she conquered the world. Which I can admit is very cute! She’s been begging to ride my Ikran for MONTHS. Today I might just given in! She did so well during her practices and she’s managing everything perfectly. “Okkkk…fine. BUT you must know how they work and you need to remain calm ok? And hold onto me extra tight.” I explain to her that and more until it was time to ride it. “Hold on Tuk ok? Just like we promised!” We were doing just great flying, that was until my Ikran decided to do this small crazy scary drop I taught it a couple of months ago, this wasn’t supposed to happen. “AHHHH! Get me off Y/n this isn’t fun! Please!” I was already on it. I agree, this wasn’t fun to do with her, that should not have happened. “I’m so sorry Tuk, that wasn’t supposed to happen I didn’t mean for it to happen! It was just supposed to be a normal fly. Shhh sunshine, I got you. I’ll protect you. Remember?” Tuk’s crying calms down but that doesn’t mean dad didn’t hear it. He walked in as soon as she stopped, perfect. (sarcastically ofc) “Ok sunshine, go play outside for a bit ok?” Tuk is very hesitant until father grows impatient and give her a “Go Tuk. Now.” I give her a smile, knowing exactly what’s about to happen.

“I- it was just a short fly and a small drop I swear Sir she just got frightened, I calmed her down ok? She’s fine-“ he cuts me off AGAIN. “Small drop? Y/n I saw you. (It was a small drop, just happened out of nowhere and nowwww he wants to exaggerate it) You seriously flew an Ikran with her? she’s six. Of course she’s going to be scared?! Why would you be stupid enough to take her? To force her? It’s not ok. So whatever stupid training thing you two are on. It comes to an end. NOW!” He can not be serious. He’s acting irrationally now. Frustration takes over my patience. “Excuse me? You will not yell at ME. For training her the way she should be. She ASKED to go on the Ikran and I agreed. You didn’t even know she could do the things she’s done. She’s the greatest in her age division and you know what? I actually teach her the way it should be taught. Not like some soldier.” Anger was erupting in him. I can see it. “I will yell at you. You’re training her stupidly. Those records don’t prove nothing. You’ll make her weak and reckless just like you just did with her. I am the parent. You are the emergency call.” Words sliced deep. But it sounds like he’s telling me I can’t train her anymore and I’m not letting that happen so I’ll argue as much as I have to. “Who are you to criticize me? What have you done for her? Do not use the fact that you’re a parent against me. She’s as strong as she can be. She’s quick and smart. You’d know that if you were smart and actually cared. You are wrong. You will not tell me I can’t train her while you do whatever it is that you do. You can’t even spend more than full two days with her. You are the shittest father of pandora.” He shoves me into the wall like I was nothing. I lose my breath by how hard he shoved me. “Do not speak to me like that. I don’t know what type of ‘I can do anything’ journey you’re on but it stops now. You’ve never seen death, or had a world be cold towards you. So stop it.” I laugh. I laugh it all as confusion is written on his face “you really don’t know anything about me.” I push the hand he had a hold on me with and continue “I’ve had death held at my hands. I’ve had the only thing that actually cared for me AS A CHILD die, in my own fucking hands. Blood covered my hands. While I saw the only man I consider a father die. Rey’akana taught me everything YOU should’ve already done. You have never been there for me my entire life. I’ve handled everything you have given me, perfectly. Every pathetic attitude you threw and every order. So take it to someone else now.” He took a moment to answer, contemplating his next words. “Life isn’t fair sometimes Y/n ok? Get over it. He died for a reason, maybe he even died because of you. Ever considered that you distracted him? It’s was your fault. His fault.” He stabbed into me and I didn’t even see it coming. He wanted to make it clear I wasn’t going to be the reason Tuk would get hurt, he was going about it and in all the wrong ways. He let his frustration get in the way. So I shoved him back “you didn’t even know the warriors you fought with. With the way you’re going about this, I’ll see you in hell.” He looks to me like…like I was the one wrong. He put his hands on me first. He yelled at me first. He lost his ways, first. Now he thinks he’s going to bring this to an end. “You will not watch Tuk anymore. You are clearly a mess. You can’t do anything on your own. You’ll distract her too. She could’ve died because of you. You’ll be in hell for a good long time before I show up.” He’s using her against me. I don’t care what he says, I hold zero mercy. “I don’t mind waiting. If your going to take Tuk away from me…then you better bury me deep. Because when I come back, I’ll come for you first!” He didn’t hold mercy either “you need something to hit you, and hit you good too. Your not listening.” He threw a glass handle by my head. However I saw Tuk walk in at the same time it happening….

💞! Cliffhanger !🤭

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A Little Run in... Mysterion X Gn! Reader

(Hey! This is my first time writing on Tumblr so if it looks weird or I am doing something wrong feel free to let me know. Its also my first time writing something like this in general so sorry if its bad i will get better with time!)

Patrol was normally nothing but a couple of drunks and a few warnings here and there. Mysterion spent this particular night sitting on top of a building looking down on the town he put so much time and effort into protecting. Hearing the typical start of yelling from drunken idiots coming out of the bar he quickly turns and jumps down. He swiftly puts an end to the begining of the fight and gets the two men home. Making sure there was no drunk drivers on the road was one of the hardest tasks for the night patrols. After getting the first man home, the second man try to make conversation with the younger superhero.

“My kid is going to be so disappointed in me,” after being met with silence from the teenager next to him the man continues spilling his guilt onto the hero. “I promised them that I would stop drinking. I just can never seem to quit. God, I hope their mom isn’t home. That stupid b**ch never shuts up when shes home.” The hero’s attention had been caught, this man he was walking home sounded like his own father. After he came to this realization he wasn’t so sure he wanted to take this man home to his “family”. Either way, it was to late to leave him somewhere because the man suddenly came to a stop in front of a wore in looking beige house. “Thanks little hero.” The man walked in his home without looking back at Mysterion. He disappeared into the house, but Mysterion didn’t leave right away. Instead he waited for yelling to be heard. Instead he heard the man stumbling into the house and his footsteps slowly fading away. Then silence, still the young hero did not feel like that was safe enough. He took a closer look at the house. There was one light on in the house. 

“This is f**king creepy, man” He whispered to himself as he climbed up next to the window. There was a space in the window where you could look in. Sitting in their room was a kid around his age. They were dancing around their room without a care in the world. Mysterion felt a weird pull to them. Like he had to speak with them. He tried to get a better look at their room. While looking around he spotted a poster of someone who looked oh so familiar, it was him. Chuckling to himself he knocked softly on the window. He saw the kid jump and speed walk towards the window to open it. 

“Oh my god! You’re Mysterion.” The person said to themselves. 

“Yea, I guess I am,” He took a breath and decided he was not going to break the news that the person’s father had gotten drunk instead he tried to be nice. “That’s a nice poster you have. Do you want a signature?” He asked while smirking. 

“Of course I would.” The kid ran over and grabbed a pen and the poster and gave both to the hero.  He signed it and took one last look around

“Have a good night, I’ll come visit again,” and with that the hero was gone. He had kept his word and came back. He felt the need to keep an eye on the person. Maybe, it was because they were going through the same thing, or maybe it was because he was slowly gaining feelings for them. Either way he was not complaining. He even took the time to become friends with them in his normal persona of Kenny. The other boys were confused about his sudden interest in the loner, but they did not know about his late night visits with the kids. 

[anulithots]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

I haven't been asked this question before, so thank you for asking!

I'm not sure if I'm going to run over ten, so I'll include duos/dynamics as well. (That was a mistake.. this is soo longggg. Thank you so much for asking but I don't think you knew what you were getting into. /pos.)

(In no particular order.... and I've written a lot about most of these characters, sorry if it's a bit long <3 )

Just a note that my JJK analysis's are up to the Hidden Inventory arc. I keep rereading that one to avoid the pain of the Shibuya arc... but I should be on my last reread for now!

Character quick list:

Donnie and Mikey from Rise,

Teacher and Shiva from The Girl from the Other SIde,

Itadori yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki from Jujutsu Kaisen,

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto from Jujutsu Kaisen

Inej Ghafa and Jesper Fahley (sorry if I spelled thier names wrong!) from Six of Crows

Emma, Norman and Ray from The Promised Neverland

And I really liked Roz from the Wild Robot, and The Magnus Chase series, but It's been a while since I've read them. Currently reading 'A tale for the Time Being' and I like Nao's deep thoughts and unabashed honesty. She's also quite dark and casual about dark themes, and it does feel like how my brain used to be... dark stuff is casual there.

I do like Katniss Everdeen from the Hunger Games. I watched the movies but have not read the books yet, and I want to before I start analyzing. I also want to read Sherlock Holmes so... yea.

#1: Donnie and Mikey from Rise of the Teenage mutant ninja turtles

Donnie is literally me. From the way he pronounces random words from his theater kid energy to his obsession with science. (I don't like physics but I'm writing a fanfiction on biology soooo....) I have a need to be useful otherwise I'm wasted space (because the information is more useful and important than the individual), go on infodumps for hours, get irritated and defensive easily and overall, I've never related to a character more. I just don't have the same empathy levels. For that I share traits with Mikey. I like being overly nice and trying to listen and make everyone feel heard. I also get very emotional very fast and constantly need hugs.

Also his relationship with Mikey reminds me of two of my siblings.

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles took me out of a depressive period with the most intense hyperfixation I've ever had, and it's the first time I've read fanfiction (Like father like son..... sobs)

#2: Teacher and Shiva from the Girl from the Other Side.

They have the most wholesome found family relationship ever. The pain they give me is insurmountable. Every time I reread the manga I have the widest, dopiest smile because the wholesome scenes are so so so pure. I don't see a lot of stories that let the mundane be that special.

Also the way Shiva's written is just.. chefs kiss. Because she isn't written as an annoying child. She thinks she's being helpful, and she is helpful. All she wants is to keep everyone together, and for everyone to be happy, and the thing she hates the most is people hating her/being scared of her.... and the guilt. The most depth-filled child character in existence here.

And teacher... Just... *screams*. His overthinking and endlessly caring demeanor. The way he second guesses everything he does and worries so much that he gets worried about worrying. He's also quite hard on himself.

And I think they are supposed to represent the two sides of loving others. Shiva is the 'they make me happy and I can help them' part. The wholesome, childlike side.

Teacher is the worrying side. The side that tries so hard to protect the others that their anxiety drives them crazy.

(I got up to the second delux edition.)

#3 The Tokyo Trio (Itadori, Fushiguro, and Nobara) from Jujutsu Kaisen. (my most recent hyperfixation.)

Itadori: His fear of regretting his life, using a role to avoid that, making sure not to think about his execution or his death too much. Him trying so hard to help others in a way only he can do. Using 'dying a natural death' to justify to himself that he's okay with this (he isn't). Fearing death that he doesn't have control over. Structuring his life around caring for others. The sweetest bean here.

Fushiguro: HIs morrallittyyyyy. The way he needs to be the one to deliver fairness because the world isn't fair to him. The way he thinks bad people shouldn't be saved, that they deserve retribution, and that good people will let themselves suffer because they are good. So Fushiguro is going to protect good people as much as he can (see Itadori.) Itadori and Fushiguro's morality struggle is sooo interestingggggg aaaa-

Nobara: She's the strategist of the group, the one who'll keep emotions out of the missions so she can enjoy herself later. Kill people? Well, it's part of the job, she's not going to let that effect her. She tries not to get attached to people, and values enjoying herself in Tokyo. ITADORI AND NOBARA'S DYNAMIC IS SO FUNNY (and she would've gotten along with Gojo... I just want an episode with them accidently meeting each other on a shopping trip and getting into trouble.)

And I'm sorry in advance for all the writing I'm about to include:

Fushiguro:

Nobara:

#4 Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo from Jujutsu Kaisen

(Also I love Shoko despite how little screen time she gets. )

I've analyzed them here and I'll include my notes and written analysis... but overall...

They encapsulate a comfort and trust and love for each other that I rarely see. It's something indescribable and special. They truly transcend labels for each tother and just.... yeah the relationships and dynamics in JJK are on another level. I've ranted about them before <3

AND I'LL RANT ABOUT THEM MORE:

#5? Inej Ghafa and Jesper Fahley.

(I read this before I started writing my analysis's down. Everything from here on out has less writing. Thanks for being patient with me <3)

(I prefer book them to Show them tbh... although I haven't watched all of the show and I prefer books/manga to shows sometimes because it's easier for me to analyze as I'm reading and reread)

Also it's been a while and I'm doing some analysis from memory so I apologize for any inaccuracies!

Why I like Inej: Her making herself a tool for others so that she could survive. She put her own wants and past to the side so she could become dangerous, so no one could take advantage of her again. Her growth to chasing her dreams, living for herself, saying that her heart aims true for making the world better. She has such a good arc.

Why I like Jesper: He's impulsive and silly and him not being able to get rid of his addiction to gambling even though he's aware of how it's making his father more in debt. Him using a skill he has (sharpshooting) to express his Grisha powers and not wanting to acknowledge that he's a Grisha. ALso him and Wylan. Adorable.

#6 Emma, Norman and Ray from the Promised Neverland.

(last one for now!)

Emma's caring nature and will not hesitate to beat you up if you're being self-sacrificial. (I wish they went more in depth with Emma's disregarding other's emotions to do what is best for them. Could've been cool conflict). Her wanting to save everyone no matter how hard it will be, loving her little siblings so much. The betrayal of Isabella towards her. ('She didn't like the tests, but she liked her mother's praise'). How scared and conflicted she became. How much she mourned her old life.

Ray's cold cut nature, practical, resourceful. His backstory in which he had to live with the death of his siblings for years, to the point where he resolved himself to save only Norman and Emma. His preparation for years and years to make sure they were safe. Not wanting to save all of the Grace field children because it would doom them all.

Norman knowing that they might not be able to save them all, but wanting to try for Emma. How much he strategized, how hard he tried. How he's in between. How scared he was for himself, how much he admired Emma's care for others, how he tried to strategize for all of them. How he hid his pain and fear.

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ThANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!

and to all my mutuals/followers, @mylee-sketches, and anyone else who stumbles across this post...

yes I hyperfixate.

[scarletsaphire]

Danny has been waiting for Phantom to let him go into the Ghost Zone for months, but has been met with "It's too dangerous!" at every turn. At long last, he's gotten Phantom to agree to be his tour guide. (Phantom kinda sucks at being a tour guide.)

---

Totally didn't forget to cross post those two. ANYWAY this is Shiptember Day 3, Reckless x Protective. Is this one going to get more added later? Maybe! I want to! But there are other things to write. Aka more, different pitch pearl.

"You have an oxygen mask with an ecto filter?" 

"Yup."

"And you have an ecto ray in case we get into a fight?"

"Right here."

"And you have your jumpsuit?"

"Phantom, you can see me wearing it," Phantom stopped pacing to look at Danny, who was sitting on his father's desk, arms crossed. 

"Oh, right," Phantom said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I'm just-"

Danny cut him off. "Nervous? You don't have to be, I'll be fine. It's not like I don't know anything about ghosts."

"I know that," Phantom said. "But its different when the ghosts are out here. It's like studying sharks in captivity, and then jumping straight into the ocean to swim with them."

"Yea, well, that's why I have you isn't it? To make sure that none of the sharks eat me." Danny hopped to his feet, grabbing onto Phantom's hands and pulling him to the portal. "Now come on, I've been waiting for this for ages!"

Phantom let Danny drag him along, but didn't stop talking. "You might need more than just me to keep you safe though! What if there's some kind of mind control bug that only affects humans? Or what if we get too close to Walker's prison and he arrests you? What if-"

Phantom was cut off by Danny's lips pressed to his own. "You need to stop worrying so much," he said, pulling away with a smile. "We've both been preparing for this trip for months. You can deny it as much as you want, but I've seen the map you've been working on. Everything going to go just fine, ok?"

Phantom blushed green. He had thought he'd kept his fruitless endeavor to map a path to take Danny on a secret, but apparently he hadn't. He could try to deny it, but there was no point. Danny always knew when he was lying. "Just, promise me you'll stay by my side?"

"Of course, there's no where else I want to be." Danny's tone was somewhere between teasing and sarcasm. He rolled his eyes and yanked on Phantom's arm more determinedly. "Now hurry up! I want to see the Ghost Zone!" 

The cold, tingly sensation of the Fenton portal had long since grown familiar to Phantom, but the warmth held firmly in his hand shed a new light on the entire experience. In many ways it felt wrong; the portal represented the border between warmth and cold, between life and death: having something so clearly, undeniably living as Danny's heartbeat. On the other hand, nothing had ever felt as right to Phantom as Danny's hand in his own, and not even the otherworldly sensation could change that.

Phantom knew that they had exited the portal by the tightening of Danny's hand in his own and the gasp he let out, distorted in the ectoplasm rich air. The tight grasp he'd kept on Phantom's hand fell loose as he spun in the low gravity area, taking in the sights of the ghost zone. Phantom let him go.

"Oh wow..." Danny said. "It's so..!"

When Phantom realized that Danny wasn't going to finish the sentence, he tried to finish it. "Green? Floaty? Covered in big ugly rocks?" Danny slapped Phantom in the arm without looking away from his surroundings.

"I was going to say incredible. Oh my god, is that-" Danny cut himself off, dashing forward into the distance, chasing after who knows what with surprising speed.

"Danny, wait, you promised!" Phantom said, rushing after him. If Phantom had been less prepared or less experienced, he might not have caught up to Danny at all. But Phantom had plenty of experience navigating the ghost zone, and arguably even more dealing with Danny. He had made Danny promise to stay close, but Phantom hadn't actually expected him to keep it. It wasn't that Danny meant to break it. He was just far too curious for his own good. 

Phantom caught up to Danny after a few seconds, almost entirely because Danny had stopped at what he had been distracted by. It was a rock covered in a type of moss that grew almost like seaweed, swaying in the fictional breeze it decided it was affected by. With every twist and turn it shifted into different colors, sometimes a soft transition into its new color and sometimes so abrupt that it shifted in the blink of an eye. 

Danny hovered, crouching in the air to stare at the color-shifting plant. "What's this called?"

"I have absolutely no idea," Phantom said. "I'm not exactly an expert on the zone, you know." 

"Does that mean I get to name it?" Danny asked, glancing over at Phantom. 

"I mean, it probably does have a name. I just don't know it."

"How does it change colors like that? Is that normal for ghost plants? Why is it moving like this? Would it be able to grow underwater? Does it grow at all? Is it the ghost of a plant or is it just a ghost plant?" 

Phantom shrugged, smiling wide at Danny. "You'll just have to find out. You did say you were going to take samples back, after all."

Danny facepalmed. "I completely forgot about that! Can you grab the vials out of my bag? They should be on the inner pocket."

"Of course." Phantom floated behind Danny, opening the backpack and pulling out plastic vials. He grabbed the pen and labels while he was in there. "Here you go."

"Thanks so much," Danny said, taking them without looking. He wasn't expecting the label and pen and dropped them right into Phantom's other hand, poised right under Danny's. He grinned sheepishly at Phantom. "You know me so well."

Phantom leaned down and kissed Danny's cheek. "I know. Now, get to your science stuff."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Danny said, getting to work.

---

It took Danny about an hour to gather the samples he wanted, asking questions Phantom didn't know the answer to the whole time. Phantom didn't mind; he wouldn't be dating Danny if he didn't find his curiosity endearing. Honestly, Phantom had expected to be there longer, and had been floating on his back almost directly above Danny's head, keeping a careful eye on the horizon when Danny straightened directly into him.

Phantom spun to the side. "You can't give a ghost a warning?"

Danny laughed. "Oops. Do you want me to kiss it better?" Danny wiggled his eyebrows at Phantom, and he laughed.

"Maybe when we get back," Phantom said. "Unless you want to cut the trip short?"

"No sir, please continue with the tour," Danny said with a mock salute. 

"It isn't much of a tour when you run off immediately," Phantom teased.

"Ok, then please start the tour," Danny said, taking Phantom's hand. 

"Fine, fine," Phantom said. "Have you been taking lessons from Sam in being bossy?"

Danny laughed. "If she hears you saying that, she'll kill you again. You'll be a double ghost."

"That doesn't sound all that bad," Phantom joked. "Maybe you'd be more interested in me if I was something for you to study like that."

"I'd be more interested with you if you actually started the tour instead of just standing here talking!" Danny said.

"Well, this area is one we call the Barrens, for pretty self explanatory reasons," Phantom started, dragging Danny along behind him. "There isn't much out here, and there was even less before your parents built the portal. Almost all of the lairs you see were either moved here after, or were formed by...something."

"Something?" Danny asked. 

Phantom shrugged. "I did warn you that I'm not an expert."

"I've noticed."

"So, the Barrens. It's not the most exciting area, but it is really big, so we won't be leaving it today."

"I thought you said there isn't anything out here?" Danny asked.

"I said there isn't much of anything," Phantom corrected. "There's a difference. And besides, my 'there's nothing out here' is very different from your 'there's nothing out here.' Case in point, the jars of ghost plant in your backpack."

"You raise a good point," Danny said. "I think that ones on you, though. I mean, who wouldn't be distracted by- holy shit Phantom look over there!" Danny started to float off towards a collection of rocks all spinning in sync. "Come on, we have to check it out."

"Why don't you go ahead and prove my point harder, huh?" Phantom said. He allowed himself to be dragged for a little while before going stiff, holding Danny back. "We can't go over there."

Danny did not stop pulling. "Why not?" he whined.

"Because that is something that I know about, and it isn't safe," Phantom said. He yanked Danny back to his side, wrapping his arm around Danny's waist, and guiding him away.

Danny pouted. "Is this a not safe like going into the Ghost Zone at all is not safe, or a not safe like helping you fight Technus, or not safe like-"

Phantom cut him off. "Not safe like you may never leave it again."

Danny narrowed his eyes, staring into Phantom's, unblinking. Phantom held the gaze right back. "Ok fine, I believe you. But can you at least tell me why it's so dangerous?"

"You know black holes?"

Danny scoffed. "Of course I know black holes."

"It's kind of like that, but with ectoplasm and in a much smaller area."

"Does it just work on ectoplasm, or does it affect everything else too?" Danny asked, turning his head to look over his shoulder at the rotating rocks.

"I don't know, and I'm not letting you figure it out," Phantom said. "Even if I have to keep you on a leash to stop you."

"Kinky."

"You could at the very least turn to look at me when you say things like that," Phantom said, blushing.

Danny turned his head from the rocks to look at Phantom. "Kinky," he repeated.

"You're a jerk," Phantom said, looking away.

"But you love me!"

"I do," Phantom said. "Clearly, that means something is wrong with me."

"No, it just means my secret mind control lessons with Ember have been paying off."

Phantom turned his head back to Danny fast enough that if he actually had bones he would have hurt himself. "You have not." Danny smiled back instead of answering, expression a picture of innocence. "I can't tell if you're pulling my tail of not. If I find out that you've actually been trying to learn mind control from Ember I am going to leave her in the thermos for a week, and then figure out how to make a thermos for humans and leave you in there."

"You'll never be able to prove it," Danny said in a singsong tone.

"And your parents say I'm the evil one," Phantom said, shaking his head and fighting the smile that threatened to cross his face.

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)part24

(I suggest you check out part 1-23 if you haven't already)

(haijhajhjhsjaj HERE'S ANOTHER PART BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS I KNOW I REALLYS SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS BUT I CAN'T RESIST MYSELF)

Garmadon got up, "Thank you brother" he said as he stretched. "I'm always here to listen to you brother, try not to overthink about Vinny too much" Wu replied as his brother left. The oni walked around wondering what to do mainly due to the fact Vinny wanted some space. "Maybe I can find Lloyd" Garmadon thought as he began looking for his son.

(With Nya and Vinny) "Soooo..?" Nya said, "Sooo....?"a confused Vinny replied. The water ninja let out a sigh, "How was it?" Nya asked hearing this made Vinny blush as he remembered more about the events last night with Garmadon. "Well it was good..." the cameraman said embarrassingly to Nya making her burst out laughing. "Not gonna lie...I can see why he gets along with you though" the water ninja said, "Hmm? You can? And why is that?" Vinny asked as he took a sip of the chamomile tea she made for his lost voice.

"You're a really nice guy and from what I see you get along with everyone...hey I'm wondering how did any of your friends react to finding out Garmadon was your roommate?" Nya asked curiously as she scrolled through her phones texting Jay about their date tomorrow. "Friends? Oh no I honestly don't really hang out with people that I don't have someone I'm connected to" Vinny chuckled out, hearing this the water ninja stared at him, "That...is the most unbelievable thing I've heard how can you not have any friends?" Nya asked dumbfounded, "I-I never said I didn't have friends" the cameraman said trying to make himself not seem like a loner. "Do you have friends?" Nya asked, "Not really" Vinny said as realisation hit him, "Damn! I really am a loner!" the cameraman yelled out, "SHHH not yelling, you're gonna strain your voice more" Nya said "And you just made my point" she added.

Vinny smiled awkwardly, "But when some of the people at my work place found out they were weirded out and said...things..." Vinny said his voice becoming quieter. Hearing this made Nya feel really bad, "Well forget them! They don't know the first thing about you or Garmadon!" Nya said out trying to comfort Vinny. "And honestly when I was a kid me and my brother didn't have much friends most of the kids found it weird we didn't have parents, but...I'm happy now that I know they're safe and they left to protect us" Nya said, Vinny smiled, "Honestly I guess the closest I've had to a friend is Gayle and I barely get along with her" the cameraman said.

"So did they just find you weird when they found out Garmadon was living with you" Nya asked she was a little more hesitant with the questions not wanting to get into anything to personal. "Not really...most of them found me weird to begin with but when they found about Garmadon I guess it just proved them right" Vinny responded. "Hah! Well sucks to be them your boyfriend is now Garmadon, I bet if he found about them talking shit about you he would kill them, so don't you dare listen to them they're idiots you're anything but weird" Nya said, "Yea...I guess Garm would do that for me...but I haven't told him about any of this and I don't plan to, I don't want him thinking he's the reason I'm thought to be weird or anything he usually takes things the wrong way and thinks I'm angry or upset at him..." Vinny said as he drank more tea.

"Well then if you won't tell him you're always free to talk to me about any problems, I know what it's like to be thought to be different, when I first became a ninja everyone thought it was weird and that I was weird but I ignored them and kept pushing and just like you I got together with the love of my life, Jay." Nya said hearing this made the cameraman feel way better, "Yea I guess..." Vinny said, Nya let out a sigh, "Well that's enough sad talk how about I go get Garmadon for you, you look like you want him" the water ninja chuckled out earning a nod from Vinny.

Nya left the room leaving Vinny alone with his thoughts.

(wooooo hope you enjoy of course I gave you another part)

[theloverscardtarot]

Spicy Evan Ovary Destroyer Reading#1

I said fuck it and wanted to do something fun. I used mostly oracle cards and it was, uh, interesting...

Better not keep @shamrock313 waiting 😉

What is Evan's general Energy in the bedroom? Hold onto your panties ladies.

Message in a Bottle: "Spirit hears you and the reply is favorable" Communication. Partner is seen and heard. In a sea of fish you find a bottle with a message in it. A treasure. I feel like he treasures intimacy like it's a sacred thing.

Come to the Edge: Edging, perhaps? Yowza! On the card a feminine figure is spreading rose petals as she walks across a small piece of land and to the edge of a cliff. I feel like he likes women to take the lead and seduce him. To lure him. The card suggests allowing oneself to be truly seen and intimate with their partner. Taking risks and communicating what is wanted.

Yin: Feminine receptivity. This card describes someone that lets others take the lead. This has been said before, but Evan may like his partner to be the dominant one. Is Evan shy and timid about sex? I would not guess that at all! 😉

Exchanging Gifts: This card basically represents taking and receiving. Hello! Need I say more. Use your tongue on him and he'll do the same. 🥵

Peace: This card represents freedom from attachment. A lot of casual sex? Some one nighters? It also represents connecting through sex. Being on the same page. Harmony and balance between two people. Like finely tuned instruments. Screaming in the dark together....ok I need an ice bath...

Blessed: (Yea no shit, Id feel blessed too): Unearned and unexpected gifts. This suggests Evan likes spontaneous sex. Loves his partner to surprise him with an..act. This can also lead to deeper intimacy with his partner.

Regeneration: Rebirth, second chances. Failing but coming back stronger. For me, this makes me think he looks at what may have gone wrong or didn't work out for his partner. And then he works on perfecting it. ✅✅✅

Tick Tock: This one had me shaking my head. Like could it say more? This card is all about timing. Yes, that timing. This man takes his time with you, has stamina, and knows when to time his...finale.

Unfinished Symphony: "Make sure to finish a project before you start/finish another one". 😳 Dare I say he's a pleaser? 😫 (That's my O face)

Happy, Happy: Yep. Desires being fulfilled. Joy and contentment. Or, in other words @shamrock313 's six of wands card. (😘)

New Life: Gonna keep this one short and sweet. The man is fertile.

(I can't make this shit up. The last three cards came out in sequence)

Overall: Death: Meaningful, spiritual transformation. Letting go, release. I fell like sex is a release for him.

Evan POV: Hold on tight to those panties ladies.

Page of Pents: Loyal, ambitious and attentive to needs. 🫠 He watches and learns and is very passionate. Energy is slow and steady. Do not rush. Have patience. He uses strategy and cleverness. Someone who engages with sensorial and tactile sensations. Ow, there goes an ovary.

Partner's POV:

Three of Pents: Craft, talent, collaboration. Hello. Talents and gifts intensify when working together and it, ahem, pays off. Are you allowing someone else to do the work? Again, pleaser.

What turns Evan on the most?

Ace of Pents:(I would like to note that the pathway depicted on my card looks like a squiggly penis. I'm not even kidding you. No, I am not insinuating Evan has a squiggly penis). Possession, physicality. "Flowers burst in a fertile garden. The garden represents safety and security" I honestly think this means he gets turned on feeling safe and secure with someone so he can let himself be submissive.

I asked for some more info and I, uh, got it....

7 of Pents: This card depicts a farmer gazing at his crops. He understands the cycles and growth. He is a hooded figure reflecting extra protection from matters at hand. Know when to move forward or..pull out, I mean back 🤭. Yea, I think this card is trying to say Evan is careful.

5 of Wands Rev.: This card represents avoiding conflict or fighting and making up. Which just means his make up sex is 🔥.

Hope you enjoyed ladies, and that your poor, defenseless ovaries survived 😘

[tasteofgummies]

Hi, I was wondering if the relationships ask are still open if so can I request one with Dio or Jonathan or both if you don't mind 😳

My pronouns are she/her and i'm an Aquarius. My personality is a bit of a mix, between being an angle and a devil. It depends on my mood and the people i'm surrounded with lol. My personality is basically just a mix between Dio and Jonathan. I don't really have any hobby's back in the days i used to draw a lot but i kind of lost interest in it. What i usually do in my free time is collecting manga's and reading it or playing games and watch k-drama's. The drama's i like the most are about crime, somehow I find that genre really interesting. Since i have never had a s/o before i can't really say how I would behave. Maybe i'd just be obedient a simp or yea idk i have no idea 😂

If you need more information lemme know.

Cw: nothing, sfw

Jonathan x you ✨

>I'm going to assume you're not as evil as Dio (in the sense that you wouldn't burn a dog alive 💀)

>Jonathan pretty much assumes the best out of everyone, so he may be surprised with your more devilish tendencies with other people

>But as soon as you're by his side again, you're just such an angel! So he guesses you must have a reason for behaving that way around others

>But if you ever feel like you need protection, you should tell him! He can't call himself a gentleman if he can't even protect his girlfriend!

>Pretty obvious, but Jonathan probably would like shoujo manga, so if you have some of it in your collection, you could lend him a few to get him interested

>He would be interested in seeing your art, but will just wait for you to bring it up

>If you express wanting to retake your hobby, he'll buy you new art supplies and even accommodate a room in the mansion for you, he's a simp, so pretty much anything you want is an ask away

>He's so bad at videogames it's just not even funny

>But he's your personal cheerleader whenever you game <3

>He wouldn't really enjoy scenes of shocking crimes, but he likes the mystery, and likes trying to guess who's the culprit, he's right 50% of the time

>No matter how you act towards him, he loves you, and is happy to have you near

Dio x you ✨

>He probably thought you were easy to manipulate

>So he was polite in case he ever needed something from you

>Boy, was he wrong

>Totally charmed by you when he realized how wicked you could be

>Was flabbergasted that your personality was naturally that contrasting, and that you weren't faking neither of them

>Once he was sure that you weren't some manipulator genius who was there to spoil his plans, he informed you (yes, informed you) that you two were dating

>"I'm sure you're honored to be dating me"

>"Wh-what?"

>He left, mostly to hide the blush creeping in his face at the worst time

>He isn't bad as a partner, but he is kind of a tsundere

>Teases you lovingly while he takes you on picnic dates

>Doesn't let JoJo get close to you, he's very possessive (because he's scared you'd like a gentle loving guy rather than him)

>I think his taste in manga would be seinen, he strikes me as an anime elitist who would secretly watch cheesy mahou shoujo

>He thinks that if you lost interest in something then it isn't as exciting anymore at all, so he wouldn't bug you to try again, and instead introduce you to new hobbies

>He gets super into k dramas, and gets pissed when he his deductions end up being wrong

>"Oh, but that was my second option- no, I'm not a sore loser, of course you need a multitude of options when you're investigating"

>Says your more hero-like side is a bother, but in reality, he likes that you're more noble and trustworthy than him

[scentedchildnacho]

My casemanager wanted to know about filing for disability so I said i don't know what kamala is going to do about pharmacology development and homeland security.....my pharmacology class told me 64 million starts off public budgets to develop a pharmaceutical and vanderbuilt said asking for insurance was always very wrong due to pre emptive lawsuits

They pre emptively sue the public for research liability then wanted all my house money from insurances

So medical staff in Riverside told me in several ways they prefer confessions at this point I was finally non violent long enough that continuing to hit me at my age and depletion is not fun and profitable anymore

I've become finally I guess really run down and pathetic looking and they start feeling like Nuremberg return genocides

If I under Obama could experience a lot of new things like a real revolution starting to reach me then I think in getting to be an enlisted psychopath for them was like roaring 20s really amazing maybe to get to slowly kill me

Other people who won out of homeless when I couldn't...people wanted to call really anyone a jail guard and they would do it it was so belligerent and devastating they registered for guns

Not everything about jails is it's tragedy good to do in the world from police science

I told her I don't think I in a medical situation could be other then a casualty......so I don't know but Russians with Putin maintain that they don't want any violence towards Russia and finally pointed nukes so I think the fires and realization that if they continue to be western anti semites that there will be an apocalypse truly no world here left to go to

There are submarines out there

Putin is arrogant and annoying but his glib appeal is that he does not enjoy anti semitic legacies from Adolph Hitler

Trespassing they blame Russians a lot and I find it more doomsday theory propaganda out of Berkeley to call me an inferior race passify me and use me as a human being

Because it's being allowed an enemy....the west sanctions Putin and Russians experience less war debt Putin threatens more resources loss and the west wakes up to be more moral instead of thieving

I read a Berkeley who claimed she was lesbian and queer theory and her books claim a lot of generality and out of context glib manipulation that Europeans have to correct with allowances of Amsterdam research on prostitution...so I don't know what the character is of overwhelmed by students willing to be that hostile if not graded well insecure character

But I was like sure I will re apply for disability if that's how they want to go about harm reducing pre emptive public money theft

Then the street criminals....I think they might be IRA....they don't appear to be anyone just like a common jail dump out and irrational but

But the common arrogant attitude of being a library desk job like it's not a herta....and threatening them with a cop call about smoking was apparently so negligent the criminal felt he would get a throat tumor and told her for threatening to cut his throat up he would stab her in the throat

Maggotish people like Vietnam stories of militants trained to have no conscience if an organized crime won't stop so I think the common arrogance of things has started getting miserable

The drug dealers are scary though...they come up to people desperate that your on something for the pain so medicals don't come to kill you

And their behaviour alludes to some type of street boss that's cruel in some way like quick so you want to try to deal that's really unusual to ask someone like me if I want the dealing money they dislike it here that bad

Where I am from drug dealers are the cops....it's here you can try some extreme emotions this way and leave them alone their very protective their brotherhood does things and here their very all over the place and open about having things just very unusual

She told me I don't have to take the drugs........I said yea they post that so people trust them or at least don't worry about things but they do use trespassing law to drug kill....some leaders will personally pay for the war they committed and some leaders find women Christ figures and kill us to pay for war in Ukraine

Guadalupe's beautiful corona this is my body and blood shed for you so this good science is on your table

My vanderbuilt teacher just said schizophrenia in the global north is interesting because de novo genetics mutations aren't at all present in the parents and that my genetic code in places is just deleted

Then he had this very green map showing a distinct lowering of cases of schizophrenia.....as soon as people cross the states Mexico border or this need to states Latin Americans into black or white people

My parents as farmers instead of metropolises don't exhibit such a sharp removal or urbanization and detachment from agricultural labor as I do

Our lady of Mexico city my resilientcy to common urban pollution dramatically improves if I treat it like an auto immune disorder and reintroduce Mexican organics or Korean or Vietnamese

I think my mother did things to me so I wouldn't be like her.....or be fat in any way

My birth fathers friends were Vietnam veterans and I recall my childhood being very phobic of sexuality and illicit substances we had to be so innocent and Norman Rockwell

So I think I had early childhood procedures so I wouldn't become a drug addict like causing me reactions to codeines so I would hate and be averse to pain relievers

My birth father was a Sagittarius and I recall I was funny as a child for understanding illegals I actually am not all that unbrave or non understanding of the crudity of life and so I would have to learn feelings and what cares for me

[atangledfate]

Sonic was so lost in trying to express his own feelings that the shake had snapped him out of it and he stared listening to Jet again. "But that's just it, you can be angry about it about what actually happened and I am the reason yes.. but I didn't want you angry at me." He fell silent watching the other let go and move to the window. "Good the last thing I want if to see you give up. That isn't you. Ive always seen you reach to new hights Jet that won't change just because I happened to beat you in the past.." Sonic gave his own shrug at the next choice of words Jet spoke rolling his eyes but not feeling attacked by it.

"Like I said if you hating me or at least blaming me helps I accept that…oh shut up i'm not that easy of a target.." A pause thinking back. "Am I?" A joke at himself he knew he could get easily upset Jet knew that what surprised him again was the laugh. He preferred this than assuming the other wanted him well dead to suffer even if that was still true Sonic couldn't really hold onto the hatred he began clinging too, towards Jet. "If I wasn't a hero in this timeline i'm pretty sure i'd me my actual anti self known know as Scourge. The evil thing wouldn't stick with me i'm just so soft unless well you hurt me or my friends than it's different i'm way to emotional protective…Hey i'm not expecting any apology -- you are Jet after all." He replied smirking back the smug sass hinted. "Do you…Recall the stuff from back then..not the situations you mentioned but..our fights? I..know it's in the past and it'll stay there yes just..i need my own closure on that so I let my anger go, Jet" He Didn't want to question it, hoped that is was just a wrong to assume this Jet - and he knows multiple versions use to run around.

Sonic became anxious himself he wouldn't dare make this worse or make Jet regret talking it out. "…Don't you think that's better? If you let go of the anger and hate we can..you can enjoy the race far better and the victory you still could win back." Sonic tone was supportive. "I don't doubt you as my rival so don't ever doubt yourself keep reaching and before you know it, I'll probably be…the one trying to catch up wouldn't that be a change." His smirk turns soft looking away out the window too to avoid this awkward feeling of letting the past go.

"If my wolf friend doesn't get you the nicest baguette i'll buy you one." Another shrug with his own light laugh.

Jet's eyes remained on the horizon in the distance, he knew he'd done some messed up shit in the past. There was this time in his life when everything fell apart and he just wanted to hurt people. He took his rage, and frustration out on everyone else. He was willing to gain victory at the cost of everything! Worse he had it in his head that if there was no sonic, then he would be the fastest--- that was a dark time in his life.

" Like i said... what ever anger i had toward you--- it's in the past. When i thought you died, when Infinite took ya, I thought i'd be fuckin' happy about it. But i wasn't, how could I prove i was better if you were a corpse! i just... couldn't accept it, "

He sighed and leaned against the wall of the cabin and stared down at his feet.

" So i helped the resistance... was pretty glad when you showed back up... guess i realized i needed you, to push me further. You being dead? Didn't work for me... "

He laughed at Sonic an d sneered a bit at him as he just stared at him! He was an easy target, sometimes to easy but, it was part of the guys charm. He was easy to make fun of, easy to push around and his unwillingtness to go to far made it fun!

" you were pretty fun to mess with yea... then again you could fire back just as easy...i liked our banter ok? don't make me say it again... "

" Your Anti-Dork huh? makes me wonder how awful i'd be... or would i just be the same? who knows--- Ancestor id be a creepy hero wouldn't i? NO THANK YOU! guess i'll keep yer lame ass around hero or not... "

Oaf, so he wasn't gonna just ignore that was he? Not that he blamed him but Gaia that was a long time ago. He fidgeted a moment with his chest feathers, and sighed as he couldn't even look at Sonic. He was pretty ashamed even if it wasn't entirely his fault. That Gear fucked with his head something awful.

" Ah, no ... i did that, but--- well, it's kinda complicated. Wave made this crazy new age Gear, using the old Babylon technology. It used some crazy sub-space warp tech. Quite literally jumping between space ... fastest gear on the planet... faster then you even... "

He slicked back his crest and sighed closing his eyes.

" But nothing like that is ever gonna come free of charge---dunno all the details. but it started to effect my head, i was convinced my whole team was against me, and only thing i cared about was crushing my enemies... Wave thinks it was the Gears AI, i dunno, but it fucked with me and i did alot of bad things. I almost killed some people and i even hurt Wave and Storm... luckily Wave got it away from me and locked it up. "

He gave sonic this sort of fearful look as if he still was super afraid of that thing. It wasn't just fear though, he wanted it back! he wanted to ride it again so bad, but he knew what it would do to him but that urge was always there.

" That's the truth... wave wanted to destroy it but, she says the core could go create a singularity if we did. So we just locked it up... her greatest creation, and no one can use it. "

He shook off the feeling and just shrugged his shoulders and focused instead on that baguette it was more comfortable then thinking about what he almost became.

" I'll hold you to it... don't make promises you cant keep! "

[valdederon]

FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #7 ghosts of the past give advice

.while unconcious the flash backs rturn untill a dark tunnel opens . valdederon runs into the tunnel unaware he knocked him self out and his canciousness is in a realm of spirits when he meets his long dead master. beastkin a large golden fox with 7 tails the large fox covered in scars and smoking from a pipe despite being in a spirit realm.

valdederon---..m.master raykore..h.. whats..

raykore--- you look up set sprout.. come on over and plop a seat lets talk.

valdederon---- im not a damed sprout… whats going.

raykore---- SIT… NOW VAL..YOUR STILL MY APRENTICE WEATHER IM DEAD OR NOT.

valdederon yelps tail between his legs the 3000 year old fox the only person who has ver scared him other then the deamon who put him through hell.

valdederon---yes mam..

he shakily walks over and sits next to the stone as the realm around suddenly becombes a castles tower an old ancient run down but still sturdy castle

raykore---- your scared.. whats scaring you.. ha ha ha clearly not any living creature.. i may have been dead but i did see your 1 man ..crusade against the demons while up here. im verry dissapointed in the cruelty you showed..but you have changed since then. still whats bothering you there isnt much that can scare you to the point you run away.

valdederon--- im. ., the guild…i dont want to be hated.. if they found out what ive.what i did when i fought.

raykore--- i see. youve always been hesitant to show your emotions. distrusting. distant. they love you for who you are now val.. they love like i loved you. you even once called me moma when you were 10. he he.let them into your heart dont try to shield it from them they wont abandon you or hate you i do not hate you. youve always been like a son to me a son and my aprentice. but im no longer among the living.. but they are those snake creatures they took you into thier home and have been raising you from a little fox kit to the big fire brat you are now.

she ruffles his head softly.

raykore--- your strong , smart , and verry tallented protect others treat evryone with kindness and punish the evil.. but do not torture or put them in un needed harm. abide by my teachings im still proud that youve kept me in your heart after all these years. but you have a chance to have a real family now.. i know youve felt it to the way your heart warms seeing kleo and taiga. break free from the shackles of your horid past my young wizard .

she boops him on the nose making him fall limp in the spirit realm and wakes up in the infirmary a full week having passed while he was out . furr matted and and rough throat dry his body unusaly warm as he sits up with a whimper not seeing kleo or taiga. with in seconds he begins to dry sob startling evergreen wake aon out of his chair with a loud thud against a bunch of books shelvs causing a clatering racket that echos through the guild halls kleo hearing and in lighting speed bolts in from the mess hall were she was and curls up around valdederon who feels the familliar coils and begins to calm down to sniffling and a light pur.

kleo--- whats wrong val are you

she feels his grip on her as if he hadnt seen her in months and chuckles .

evergreen--- oh yea.. im fine dont mind me just beeing crushed by a mountain of books.. dont get up all at once to check on me..

he gets up out of the pile chuckling after his sarcastic quip.

kleo---you ok..

evergreen--- other then having the shit startled out of me and a half dozen loaded book shelves trying to clover the life out of me im fine.. just some ruffled fur and maybey a couple bruises. guess the kid woke up… atleast it seems hes calmed down ill go gather up some food for him.

kleo---bring in some water skins and oran berries as well he will probably ask him sellf as well.

evergreen--- but,,, hes a fire type wouldnt that.

kleo--- i found him drinking water from one of my water skins once.. trust me its wierd but he likes it.

he sighs rolling his eyes and head out with a chuckle

after a painfuly silent 20 minutes valdederon looks down at his paws more confused now then before but not overly terrified. ears folded over he looks up at kleo eyes red and irritated.

valdederon--- i ..im not ready to talk about my past right now…i..im.. i dont want people to hate me..p..please dont make me tell any one yet..

he tears up shaking heavily and kleo sighs gently tightening her coils abit to warmly embrace valdederon.

kleo--- ok bud when your ready come get me ok but first the guild master and i have somthing we want to ask you. but that can wait untill your healed up you took a heafty tumble and were out for a week.

evergreen comes in with a pile of berries in a paper bag and a few water skins setting them on the floor next to the nest.

valdederon---my fur is a mess.. i want to take a bath,… a hot bath..

kleo--- i think that can be arranged but first lets get you some food and water

valdederon whimpers stomach in pain having not been able to keep anything down and he notices the bag of berries tail gently wagging between ove of kleos many coils before she lets him go . valdederon begins eating the berries with speed ocasionaly stopping to chug the many water skins much to evergreens shock .

evergreen--- .. oh mother mew that aint right thats just… how can he.. wow…

after a few minutes all 7 water skins and the 5 pounds of oran berries and pecha berries have been downed valdederon purring as he flomps onto his back yawning exaustedly.but then sits back up gently rubbing hes eyes and yelps feeling his legs twinge in pain.

evergreen---careful.. your legs are broken and still healing you wont be able to move for a nother week or 2.

valdederon--- dam it but i need a bath my furr is a matted mess come on.

evergreen-- don raise your voice with me even if kleo wanted to disobey rulles in this medical wing she cant .. im the only doctor/medic in this guild i have ben for 20 years. and my word is law in this room NO BATH.. NO MOVING… got it kid.

valdederon yelps and kleo chuckles staring at the stuborn but kind hearted leafeon.

the nexy couple weeks seem to drag by slowly and iratantly for the bed ridden braxen while his legs heal his furr getting more and more frayed messy and puffed up. but soon enough evergreen comes in and begins using leaf blade to remove the thick heavy clasts on valdederons legs and helps him up to his feat to get to a hot spring near the guild just up the valley 5 minutes away. picking some fresh oran berries on the way up and getting valdederon set in the hotspring.

evergreen--- im amazed you can stand water at all beeing a fire type. it causes water burns.

valdederon--- some stinging water wont hurt me.. not anymore then my past. ill be talking to kleo about it today. i just, ugh, ive done not nice things to people who i was fighting in battle…stuff that would land me in jail here.

evergreen falls silent and sighs rubbing valdederons back

evergreen--- what ever you did in your world doesnt matter here bud we wont treat you any different then we already have ben doing since you arived. evryone cares about you even if you have been stuborn and combative for awhile your almost 6 now

valdederon---i havent felt any love in a long time i dont even know what it feels like anymore..in the human world.i lost evrything at 8 years old.. i stoped trusting people… closed my self off to the universe. spent my life with one eye over my shoulder. i dont want to be alone anymore. im tired of beeing alone i.

evergreen puts his paw silently on valdederons mouth and kisses his fore head and nuzzles affectionately.

evergreen----shhhhhh. your not alone any more were all a family in the guild.. just take your time to adjust now ill head off to get some more berries and let you get to your bath no one likes beeing watched when bathing.

he nods and begins scrubbing his furr softly as evergreen heads out washing all the dirt and dust out of his furr later after finisheing he climbs out and begins eatin the oran berries sitting on the wrock water dripping down his furr the heat from his body slowly drying the furr as it drips . evergreen comes back a couple minutes later with a pile of berries witch they both share.

valdederon--- now im clean and my furr fells great. after were done munching lets head back in to the guild so i can talk to kleo and taiga..immmmph.. this is going to suck…

[mrsman]

I don’t hate peter I hate how much he hurts me I wish I could make him feel what I feel of being rejected and abandoned so maybe he’d stop doing it to me but he theoretically knows and it’s a waste of time

I’m bidding for attention I won’t even get bc I blocked him on here so what is my issue what’s my damage well if he finds a way around it to see it then why stalk to that degree but not be with me it doesn’t click to me doesn’t make sense it infuriates me I just want to be loved why be so obsessed but not present so I set traps like a child

I am being childish I only consider one guy to be with and legit I don’t even want him I just want to feel validated that it would’ve been a good match and I wasn’t crazy for liking him and it wasn’t okay for those people to shame me for having the feelings that I had I’m so tired of feeling ashamed of my romantic feelings why can’t I love someone in peace why does it always have to be this way so desperate and shameful

Why do I have to carry this burden not only am I “too perfect” for the person I want to be with but he told me I’d be humiliating myself to take him back so I feel humiliated and I expect people to agree but no one does my therapist my friends my family all support me and say it’s okay and I’m brave to want to forgive him and continue but he doesn’t see it that way I guess and I can’t know different he doesn’t tell me different I was too chicken shit to acknowledge anything I felt we spoke about “in the spirit” and he responded in kind and I read rejection

I wanted him to forgo my words and show me some kind of movement some kind of change some kind of desire and he offers me closure instead it was like he twisted everything I said to fit his agenda yet again he wasn’t listening if the reality is that we are so connected and talking to one another then why is he still not listening to me I don’t want to yell and get closure by having you leave again I don’t want this door closed you want it closed stop asking me to close it because when I tried you refused and stuck your foot in the door that was you

You won’t let go now but you’re still not around and every day the space you used to occupy grows wider and gnaws at me it’s supposed to get easier right no it gets harder and more acutely painful more precise cuts in the gut and heart I am struggling so much without you but you don’t want to be here or you’d be here am i wrong about that? I even unblocked your number I don’t know why I prayed and God said it so I did it but that’s it and now what

I’m giving up on giving up I guess I’m just leaving the door open you don’t have to lunge for it or put your foot in it it’s open come whenever you like you have my permission I don’t want to care and try to control anymore but I have to care just not control and I’m struggling this is some of the hardest shit I’ve ever had to do and it irks me that I’m getting no foreseeable reward or relationship it’s like the echos are there like yea yea you love me it’ll work out but who can really say sure God and your dad and Alex and my mom and Susan but I can’t conceptualize it and I’m struggling so much

Everything is so difficult I don’t know how people go from being with their one the one the person made for them and just stop loving them or at least put the love away and move forward how do they do that I can’t figure it out and I don’t want to either I just want to protect myself by understanding at least that I’m not being stubborn I’m just genuinely doing what I’m being told is right and this is right we’re gonna be together right? Right. So I guess I sit and I wait. Yes you have my permission. I don’t want to give it yet unless you’re ready and willing but I won’t know I’ll never know until you speak up so I guess I’ll put down my answer as yes sure. If God says no wait then I’ll come back and take this down or change my answer to not yet.

Until tomorrow then.

3/5

[bleue-flora]

I mean maybe. There are a lot of assumptions there to be fair. In fact, while sort of implied that they killed eachother in some capacity in experiments with the revive book, that's not necessarily confirmed. We can probably safely assume they both died at least once, but after that is more (not unreasonable) speculation. It's also not really confirmed when the experiments on each other happened, which I saw someone highlight makes more sense to actually be post prison that way Dream has the standard three lives in the staged finale. Also, I'm not so sure doomsday, the prison or even staged finale depended on Punz, I see no reason why Dream couldn't have planned his arrest another way. Punz’s betrayal part of the finale was to protect Punz, but Dream doing the rest I don’t think depended on Punz’s existent nor participation.

Regardless though, I think yes, Punz and Dream are aligned in their goal, but Punz was his ally for a long time before the revive book [clip] so I see the revive book as a shared passion between friends. Punz is Dream’s friend, Punz agrees with Dream’s stance on things and his motive “100% I agree.” [clip] so yea if Dream thinks the revive book is going to get them there then you can count him in. Not just as blind devotion but because they think alike and are both working towards this goal together. But if Dream no longer saw the revive book as being the answer I don’t know if there is a lot of evidence to support Punz disagreeing, who knows.

So, Dream shared the revive book with Punz because he knew he could trust and depend on him, they had been working together for ages after all, however if Punz was not an option then who's to say Dream wouldn't find someone else to bring him back. He's smart, I don't find it hard to imagine him working with someone else either by black mail insurance or because of their strong desire and passion for immortality or something. In other words, people were trying to kill him, have been from the very start so a revive book was a necessity to study and have someone to bring him back. That isn't dependent on Punz.

And I guess my point was also, could Punz have really stopped Dream’s behavior anyways? Or well, what was Punz supposed to do? Leave Dream? What is the alternative? Is it not better to stick by him and try to minimize how far Dream goes and such from the inside instead of not being involved altogether? What would’ve happened if Punz had said no? And how do we know he didn’t try to? We don’t know for sure.

What we do know is that Punz has had Dream’s back from the very beginning and it’s only when he isn’t there that things go so very wrong. It’s only when Punz is forced to not help and betray Dream that he loses canon lives. It’s only when Punz is no longer allowed to protect Dream that Dream’s self-destruction is unmitigated like with the prison.

Having said that, yes technically speaking by bringing Dream back in revive experiments Punz would be enabling Dream’s death. By definition, making Punz a tragic accomplice to Dream’s destruction.

But I think, in general the way I see it is that with or without Punz, Dream was always going to like self destruct. There was never a way out for Dream with or without Punz. Some things I think were inevitable to a certain extent or at least things Punz couldn’t change. Dream was always going to die, sooner than later and while Dream certainly is hard to kill, Punz is a reason I think it didn’t happen sooner. And I don’t think Dream’s experimentation in whatever form that happened was dependent on Punz being his ally and encouraging it. Especially because Dream is stubborn and a skilled adapter.

There’s something compelling and tragic to me about how, while Punz’s loyalty to Dream is self-evident, it’s also true that Punz is never able to meet Dream at his own level and be the kind of ally Dream needs. Punz is the guy who supported the harebrained scheme that was staged finale; he was the piece of insurance that made Dream feel secure enough to go to his death, not just once but many times, not just literally but metaphorically. The revive book experiments weren’t possible without Punz, nor was Dream’s imprisonment. This ambiguity deepens in LN5, where Punz’s obvious personal investment in revenge on Dream’s behalf nearly turns deadly: it’s not the kind of intervention a deeply traumatized Dream needs, but it’s all Punz can offer (it’s all anyone offers).

Punz can’t admit that the Plan is a poison and a suicide, because he embodies that plan. There was no way out for Dream while he remains committed to their way forward as the only way. Punz can’t get Dream to leave the prison. All he can do is resurrect him inside.

this is why c!drunz slaps btw (and all that’s without even touching the professional ambiguity: the boundaries of their relationship and the vulnerabilities Dream won’t allow even when Punz has his life in his hands.)

[wizardyke]

honestly i think rinas biggest weakness is her lyricism which really sets her back when shes trying to cover more serious & weighted topics. like some of the words sound like theyve been picked specifically because they rhyme like its poetry for yr8 english. you know.