#(and I did intentionally avoid using purples)

[seven-thewanderer]

…so it might be obvious how I quickly forgot…

But SECOND PART OF THE UPDATE NOW!

so this character took a while to make, as their model is not original (who would’ve thunk) to SAMS (who would’ve thunk) and was a model taken from something else (not gonna say it a third time you can guess)

So I did a bunch of research on the think they were based on, to try and make a completely different appearance for them

Now who is this character in question..?

it’s…

DAZZLE!!

Since their VR model is just Deadline Simon from Popgoes Pizzarea (fun fact for those who didn’t know that), and it honestly infuriates me that I can’t look at that model in a different context without thinking “oh Dazzle!!” like INGPEKB OEKIJEOLWLMDKHVNRPLLMWINJD

(This same response has happened when I saw someone make a CANON FNAF AU WITH JACK ‘O MOON and I INSTANTLY pictured Jack from SAMS and got angry at myself)

But I tried to design her more as if she was a scrapped animatronic concept… and how else do I do that if I didn’t also design how she looked fully made

Boom. it’s a doodle still but it’s good enough

I made it that she had those big ol’ hands to store CDs in, since she was supposed to be the dj and all that

I also decided she’d have headphones which were not functional at all, and were just for decorational purposes

But her eyes are completely screen, that’s why her endoskeleton form has that screen section as the whole upper face

Also - while this can’t really be canon cus Jack can’t exist logically in this AU - I did come up with a funny thing since the speakers are located at their ears, that his audio might be either in his stomach area or in the mouth (mouth was probably better out of the two I thought), cus I pictured Jack trying to whisper something to them, but she couldn’t hear him cus he was whispering into their speakers, which is also where their voice comes from, and then the other walk in just seeing Jack actively whispering into Dazzle’s mouth, and they’re all just completely confused

…it was funny in my head and now I feel it’s just confusing typing it out

But yea um CDs stored in hands, decorative headphones, speakers in ears, auditoral thingy in mouth

In short Fazbear screwed up the anatomy and endoskeleton so much that they scrapped it

[cy-cyborg]

How The Owl House did amputee representation right before Eda ever lost her arm - Disability in Media

[ID: A screenshot of Eda from The Owl House, an old woman with pale skin, very large, grey hair and pointed ears in a red dress. Beside the screenshot on a dark pink background is text that reads "Disability in media, How the Owl House got amputee representation right before eda ever lost her arm." /End ID]

Dana Terrace's The Owl House has some of the best disability rep I’ve seen on a Disney channel show in a long time, with Eda, the main character’s mentor, being one of many stand-out examples.

Plenty of people have discussed how Eda’s curse and the loss of her magic can work as an allegory for disability and how refreshing it is to see a story (especially one aimed at a younger audience) who’s focus is not on her “overcoming” it, but learning to accept it as a part of her and go from there. Eda’s story tackles a lot of subjects that are often mishandled in other examples of disability representation, from the subject of parents who refuse to accept, to glass siblings and much, much more, The Owl House handles all these topics beautifully.

But one thing that dawned on me during my most recent re-watch of The Owl House is how well Eda (and later Lilith) worked as amputee representation, long before Eda actually lost her arm.

One of the side effects of Eda and Lilith’s curse is that sometimes their body parts, mainly their limbs, can fall off. It doesn’t hurt them, and Eda is seen removing them intentionally at multiple times in the series, but they can always be reattached.

[ID: an image of Eda holding her sister Lilith's hand. Lilith is a pale woman with long, black hair, wearing grey clothes. She is looking at her other arm suprised, as her hand is missing. Luz, a Latina girl with short brown hair and a purple hoodie is looking on, smiling. /End ID]

While most likely unintentional, the way the show depicts this with Eda in particular is exactly what I wish more people would do with their prosthetic-using amputee characters.

Eda detaches her limbs, especially her legs, when they’re inconvenient or when she’s relaxing.

[ID: an image of Eda laying on the couch in a bathrobe, her hair in a towel. She has taken her legs off, throwing them to the other side of the seat. /End ID]

The fact that this is mostly played for laughs is actually a good thing in my opinion (though obviously, the show’s overall tone is part of that), as it shows the audience who are mostly children and teens, that in a world of weird and downright scary (from the perspective of the characters) things, this isn't one of them. It’s just a thing she and Lilith can do, and it can even be funny.

[ID: An image of Luz and Eda dressed as pirates. Eda is sitting on the ground, her legs detached and off screen somewhere. /End ID]

It does startle Luz and Lilith on a few occasions, but that’s more because they didn’t know the curse could do that, but once they’re introduced to it, it’s never really brought up as a big deal again.

I’d love to see more amputee characters who do this with their prosthetics. So often media is almost afraid to have amputees take their prosthetics off on camera or on the page. For some folks, our prosthetics are like a part of our bodies, but that doesn’t mean we never take them off. Show your leg amputee flop on the couch and throw their legs across the room. Have them go without on occasion, not because they have to, but because they just don’t feel like putting them on.

Likewise, the owl house creators never shy away from showing Eda when her limbs aren’t all attached. A lot of media, and kid’s shows in particular, will avoid having an amputee character’s stump visible if they ever do take their prosthetics off - treating that part of the character’s body the same way they treat gore or nudity. I’ve talked before how this actually does have a real impact on how kids in particular react to amputees - I’ve legitimately had kids I worked with cry when I took my prosthetics off, then immediately calm down when they see there’s nothing "scary" under my socks. As much as I love How To Train Your Dragon, it’s very guilty of this. Hiccup looses his leg at the end of the first movie, and wakes up with his prosthetic already attached. The Netflix series has a few instances where he has his prosthetic off, but the camera almost always avoids showing it until he can cover it up again, or is super zoomed-out so you wouldn’t be able to “see anything”. To their credit, they do get better with this in the last movie (though it's still always covered), but for the majority of the series, they are very reluctant to have any shots where hiccup’s leg is in view without the prosthetic (unless they’re very far away).

[ID: a screenshot of Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon 3, a white man with short brown hair, and one leg missing, wearing armour made of black dragon scales and no prosthetic. He is holding onto toothless's head, a black dragon. /End ID]

Ironically, Eda does (permanently) loose an arm at the end of season 2, but I don’t really have much to say about her as amputee representation on that front, since she’s absent for a lot of Season 3, and when we do see her again, everything is so hectic, the story doesn’t really have any time to focus on her missing limb (which is reasonable). I will say, I do appreciate that they kept the amputation when she's in her owl-beast form in the finale, but there's honestly not much more to say about it. We do see her again in the epilogue after she’s had some time to settle into the amputation, wearing a hook prosthetic, but it’s, once again, too quick to really say anything from a representation standpoint. There's a few little nit-picky things I could bring up, like the fact they seemed to change the type on amputation she had (when she looses it, we see the split was very close to the elbow, but in the epilogue she has most of her forearm again) but those read to me more like animation mistakes or an odd prosthetic/clothing designs rather than a representation issue - and as someone who's worked in animation, given the stress the team was under for the finale, I'm not really worried about it. Like I said, it's more nit-picky than anything.

[ID: A screenshot of Eda, her hair tied back and wearing a red robe and a hook for her right hand. /End ID]

Despite all that though, I still think Eda is still good amputee representation, but mostly because of how they depict her curse’s side effects rather than her actual amputation. She’s honestly one of the only characters that I think you could refer to as “amputee coded” (outside of maybe Teen Titan’s Cyborg), and I genuinely wish more creators would treat their actual amputee characters the same way the Owl House treats Eda in that regard.

[buzzkillchainsaw]

Women of Pandora week 2024

Day 2: leadership

Ikeyni, Olo'eykte of the Tayrangi clan

@womenofpandoraweek

Side note: do you think Na'vi with other skin colors (referring to the greenish-blue Metkayina) were planned during Avatar 1? Jake goes around gathering all sorts of clans to help him fight and only blue-skinned Na'vi are visible.

It feels kinda weird to me that the same shade of blue is prevalent in 90% of the clans we see (including the recent Frontiers of Pandora game) and only the reef Na'vi (who obvs only showed up in Avatar 2) deviate from that. I haven't looked at the Avatar 3 leaks too much to avoid spoiling myself, but the ash people seem to have some kinda pale blue/purple/grey colour going on.

So circling back to my question: were different skin colors planned during Avatar 1 and just weren't featured or did James Cameron intentionally make the Metkayina/reef Na'vi (and only them) deviate from the same shade of blue we got used to?

[thevoidstaredback]

"In any story, the villain is the catalyst. The hero's not a person who will bend the rules or shw the cracks in his armor.He's one-dimensional intentionally, but the villain is the person who owns up to what he is and stands by it."

-Marilyn Manson

The night was spent getting a proper hold of their bearings. They knew where in Japan they were, but no idea how to get back. They also had no idea on how they got there, but that was a problem for later. For now, shelter and food were to two most pressing issues.

Chuuya and Atsushi had never worked together before, so they were stumbling around each other the entire night. Atsushi had been hell bent on them finding shelter before anything else, and Chuuya was insistent on getting money first. Atsushi was willing to break a few laws to keep them safe, but he was very vocal about not hurting anyone. Chuuya was willing to break every law he could think of in order to get his way. They could both agree that they'd rather avoid working together ever again after they've gotten back Yokohama.

It's terrible, working with someone so different from yourself. Stumbling over each other and getting in one another's way. It could cost a life. It could cost many lives.

"That'd be terrible for being undercover." Atsushi said. He was still holding himself under a mask around Chuuya.

Chuuya scoffed. "Since when are we undercover?"

"Since neither of us know where we are or what's going on."

"Oh? Is that snark I hear?" Underlings who sassed him never got out of it unscathed.

He was suddenly confidant in his answer, "Yeah. What about it? You can't attack me."

Atsushi isn't Chuuya's underling. "Who says I can't?"

"The truce between our two groups." Damn it. "Besides, I could go to local law enforcement and report you for assault and battery."

"But you won't." Good point. "If you did, then you'd be alone in unfamiliar territory. When you get back, the truce would be called off and you'd have the entire Port Mafia after your head."

Atsushi didn't respond, falling back into the mask of self preservation.

Chuuya sighed. "Fine. In order to keep a low profile, we'll do things your way."

Still not saying anything, Atsushi took a step ahead of Chuuya and went in search of an abandoned building to set up a temporary base in. It was late, probably near midnight, so not many were out. Those who were out were sniffed out and avoided. Despite everything, Atsushi made himself ignore the calls for help. Getting involved would mean being seen. Being seen would do no good at the moment.

Chuuya was reluctant to follow Atsushi, but he had to admit that the kid wasn't acting at all like he expected him to. He'd expected a coward or someone who would go running to help at the first scream, but he did no such thing. The kid kept sniffing at the air as they walked, leading through back allies and staying out of light.

"I can say for certain that nothing has happened to the ADA." Atsushi spoke softly.

"What makes ya say that?" Chuuya asked. He was genuinely curious. How did this kid know anything like that? Could he determine anything about the Port Mafia?

Atsushi's eyes seemed to be glowing when he looked back at Chuuya, the gold and purple covered in an almost not-there film. Eyeshine, Chuuya noted, is a thing all cats have. Helps them see in the dark. "I haven't lost control of my Ability." Was that supposed to be a reassurance? "The President's Ability is still working, so I can confidently say that he - at the very least - is okay."

"Based off of that," Chuuya added on, "Everything should be okay with the Port Mafia, too."

These were only assumptions and they both new that.

It was quiet as they kept walking, still out of light and still away from humans. It took another thirty minutes of wandering until they found a place to hole up. It was a very rundown building, but it was still standing. It didn't seem to have any other occupants, so that was a point in their book.

The interior was as rundown as the exterior. The floors had no holes, but every other board squeaked when stepped on. The lights didn't work, so it was safe to assume nothing else did either. While there was no holes in the walls or broken windows, the place was starting to show signs of life in the graffiti and plants creeping in. The stairs leading to the second floor weren't rotted through, but enough weight would cause them to collapse. Much like the first floor, the second floor squeaked on every other step. The paint and wallpaper was peeling at the corners, and the doors were falling of their hinges.

Chuuya didn't like getting dirty. He'd spent so long living on the streets that the thought of staying in this building was barely digestible. Regardless, he picked a room on the second floor and went in. "I'll be in here for the night. Don't bother me." He doubted he'd get any sleep, but it would be a good place to think.

Atsushi nodded and left the man on his own. Part of him said it was a bad idea, but the rest of him knew that they were forced to trust and rely on each other. He choose the room next to Chuuya's and curled up in the far corner. He was used to sleeping in places like this. The cellar in the orphanage was much worse than here. Colder, too. Less bright.

~~~

The new first order of business, Chuuya decided, was to sort out his thoughts. Based on the maps of Japan he'd studied when he first joined the Port Mafia told him that Yokohama was near the Chubu Prefecture. It had once been a part of it, but had declared itself independent a long time ago. When exactly, he wasn't sure, but that wasn't a pressing thing to know at the moment.

He'd gone to bed on Friday night had woken up Friday afternoon. He had a whole week missing from his memory and that was never a good sign. At least, the best case suggested a week. Without knowing the exact date, he had no idea how big of a blank was now taking up his memory.

The next thing Chuuya did was search his person. He was fully dressed in his uniform, so that meant he had woken up and gotten dressed somewhere during the missing blank. He was still fully armed with a gun under his vest and the hidden knives on his person. His phone was in his back pocket, but was dead. His wallet was inside his coat, but he had no cash. At least he still had his gloves.

The next thing to do would be to set out a plan of action, but that would have to wait until Jinko woke up. Getting their story straight was the next pressing matter, but he was gonna let the kid get some rest. God knows they both need it.

Part 1 Storyboard

[tellmeallaboutit]

Well, I have to ask you: how would you describe your writing style? And what was something you worried about when you first started that seems inconsequential now?

☺️

Oh, thank you for the ask so much! Since I analyse this a lot, in myself and others, this is going to be a long post. Please note that there are explicit excerpts from my writing (incl. ref. to non-con) later in text.

WRITING STYLE

Linguistically, I try to keep the language very simple and avoid purple prose at all costs (unless purple prose is the point). I use a lot of stylistic gimmicks like stream of consciousness:

And you licked her wound, and you sucked her blood and it poured over your face and it was divine and it hit you hard and you were in heaven finally finally you could have as much as you wanted so much blood and she cut her skin open some more, clean, delicious cuts, and it was oh so good

Or personification of feelings here:

You were left with nothing but the echoes of your own thoughts, which was a far worse confinement than the cell. Guilt, patiently biding its time after being so mercilessly pushed aside, now decided to pay you a visit, whispering that... "It's all your fault, of course," it said. "From the beginning to the bitter end. From entering the House of Hope to ending up in this wretched place." A small, choked sob escaped you as bitter tears made their way down your cheeks. "And the people of Baldur's Gate will perish because you weren't there for them," the guilt continued. "Karlach, Wyll, Gale and all the others, they'll meet their end too, thanks to you being rotten beyond redemption. Don't forget the children - they won't be spared either. Tiny little Illithids."

Or intrusive thoughts here:

He continued to fuck you, and made a point of not touching you anywhere that might be remotely pleasurable. (But you're still soaking wet, aren't you? That's what you were baiting him for. You just wanted to save yourself the shame of actually asking. Yes, you wanted the big bad, you wanted to fuck the devil, but not the responsibility, did you?) Perhaps if you gave in to his obscene talk, he would finally spill inside you. (Oh yes, admit it. Tell him what you truly are).

As far as genres go, it's always a mixture of humour and horror/thriller, just the proportions of that mixture vary work by work.

In terms of smut, I always include moments that are intentionally uncomfortable / unsettling for the reader; either too much, or too realistic, or a weird kink, or a misunderstanding, or something else that doesn't go smoothly between the characters. If the sex went perfectly, that's certainly a creepy element in itself.

The other thing is that I always try to create this page-turner, extremely fast-paced, extremely high tension and suspenseful narrative. There are very few moments where the characters get a break. It creates a bit of ADHD, erratic, "slow-the-fuck-down" feeling in my prose.

In terms of recurring themes, they are sex, power, politics, abuse and the nature of evil.

THINGS I USED TO WORRY ABOUT NOW I NO LONGER DO

Being a "good" writer and having my work have some artistic/cultural value and not just a porno thrill. As soon as I let go of that and was happy to be who I am: a smut writer with a focus on dark themes (so porno thrills in my book), my writing dropped a lot in terms of pretentiousness and trying to pretend it's something it's not. If I ever want to write something deeper than that, I will, but I found it very liberating to decide for myself that I didn't have to.

My earlier pre-AO3 writing had a lot of that ooooh look how well-read I am pretentiousness

[mrs-gauche]

While I know it’s generally bad for leaks to happen (unless they are intentionally encouraged by the developer, and yes this seems to be a thing, as Mark Darrah himself even mentioned in the past), and there’s no real point in overanalyzing something that is pre-Alpha footage from over a year ago (!!)... I’m just glad it didn’t contain some major spoilers story wise, because I wouldn’t know how to avoid them until whenever this game actually releases. 😂 I’d like to know as little as possible about the story and the characters going into it.......

........That being said.. I’m a hypocrite, I couldn’t resist and took a tiny little peek 😂(and if you don’t wanna know anything until there’s something official, I completely understand, just don’t read any further now!), so all I want to say is

HOLY SHIT GUYS This seems legit and we are probably looking at the very first glimpse of REAL (pre-Alpha) DA4 gameplay footage after EIGHT flippin years, which means this game is REAL, it’s actually happening, it’s a real game that’s playable and everything and ahhhh!!! Weisshaupt?? Davrin?? A dragon?? Darkspawn?? Purple stuff??? DID YOU SEE THAT HAIR ANIMATION THOUGH??

Ahem. Okay, so with the first wave of euphoria out of the way now, how are we feeling about THIS

Hmmmmm 👀👀👀

HMMMMM

OHHHHHHH

Seems like the spirit of Joplin lives on after all?? 👀👀👀

I’ve already seen plenty of people speculating and while we should take everything with a grain of salt here of course, there was a comment on a reddit post by another (supposed) playtester that confirmed “Rook” to be indeed the protagonist’s name/title! 👀 And while this could be of course just a placeholder name for whatever it’ll actually end up being, there could be a lot to derive from this!

- As people have pointed out, “Rook” does sound a lot like a code/spy name, much like Charter, Butler, Farrier or any of Leliana’s spies

- Rook being also a type of crow, fitting in perfectly with the bird themed names like Hawke

- In slang, it’s ALSO another word for “swindler” or “deceiver”, which also reminds me a lot of how there was a Lord of Fortune in Tevinter Nights who used the name “Hollix” as part of their disguise during a mission (which btw was actually the name of Dorian’s mother’s pet nug lol)

So all of this considered, and assuming that the leaked footage might have been part of the very beginning of the game (and how the leaker seemed to suggest that Grey Warden is just one of multiple factions you can choose from!), can I just say that my speculation about how DA4 might start off with an infiltration mission of one of four factions (Grey Warden/Antivan Crow/”Veil Jumper”/Tevinter.. something), while playing as a “spy” (/Lord of Fortune?? 👀) under the alias “Rook”, might actually turn out to be true after all??? (°��°)

I mean.. it could just end up being a simple “choose your class/faction” at the start and that’s it 😂, but either way, if we get something resembling different “origin stories”, like depending on which faction you choose, the game starts off with a different mission (similar to what Cyberpunk did?), I think that would be an awesome concept! (Not setting any expectations here though! 😌 The game might start off at Weisshaupt no matter which faction you choose!)

But back to topic, the rook being of course also a piece in a game of chess, which was depicted on the cover of Mark Darrah’s red “Joplin” book first seen in 2016!

Which in turn also of course immediately takes us back to the amazing mind chess game between Solas and Iron Bull, referencing a real game that happened in 1851 known as “The Immortal Game”. While people have been taking Solas sacrificing most of his pieces as well as his queen (Flemythal) only to then strike the final blow and win by moving the bishop (mage) as foreshadowing and also a perfect respresentation of how both Solas and Iron Bull think and strategize, what’s interesting to note, is that it’s the turn in which Bull takes Solas’ rook that ultimately seals Solas’ win in the end. 

Now, this could mean absolutely nothing of course, but with this new information from the leaks, maybe there’s more to it than we think. 👀

Then there’s also the link to Solas’ final Tower tarot card of course...

Other than that, I just think it’ll be really cool to have a chess themed aesthetic for DA4 following the tarot card theme of DAI! Or just the idea of having a “game of minds” like the Immortal Game rather than just relying on “brute force” with an antagonist like Solas, that requires a certain level of strategic thinking and consideration from us in how we act/make decisions to outwit him, would make a lot of sense to me!

(Or we might as well reference that one Simpsons episode with the “human chess board” and cover both brute force AND strategic thinking lmaoo)

Or, even better, let us do something like the flippin “logic chess” mechanic from that glorious Ace Attorney spin off game lmaooo

Let’s bombard Solas with some hard hitting arguments. lmao

I will say though that, if “Rook” does actually end up being the title/name of our next protagonist, I’m once again very curious how the hell they’re gonna make this work in the localized versions, if they do attempt to translate the name literally. Let us pray that they’ll just stick to English for this one, or else the multiple meanings of the term will be completely lost in translation. lol Can’t wait to play as flippin “Turm” in German or “Tour” in French. 😂

[sibillascribbles08]

Tell us some behind the scenes lore about Artificial Phoenix that probably won't make it into the fic proper!

Oh lordy, there's a decent chunk, and a few things I don't wanna go into just yet because it could kinda sorta spoil some stuff later on buuut

Sho does occasionally hang around the turtles as closely as Atsuko does, but he intentionally stays out of their reach because he still partially blames himself for the path Yoshi went down.

This defo won't be in the actual fic, Amarantha is in fact still alive, but Draxum won't see her again until after the movie plot (that I sadly won't be writing out because not enough changes imo).

Lou Jitsu had quite a history with Marcus Moncrief and initially considered contacting him for help after escaping the hidden city, only to discover the actor had gone a bit off the deep end. (What he doesn't know is that Big Mama kidnapping him is partially what started Marcus's massive decline in his mental health oops). He has some books in his room about the actor to try and figure out what happened to him.

Genuinely so sad we couldn't actually visit the thrift stores in the fic (maybe a drabble I could do one day). Some of the owners got very familiar with Splinter and his sons and one of them even offered a trade system since Donnie could fix some of the stuff in their shop.

Splinter was a support pillar for Hueso when he was dealing with his divorce lmao

Draxum moms funfacts! Belladyna is the fully sheep mom, more purple in color and thick curly hair to go with it. Draxum inherited her vine magic. Camarin was built more like an ox (and she was also trans and had some massive horns which Draxum always admired). Her magic is more stone based. Their powers combined is partially why they stuck with farming.

While Splinter didn't really need to eat food or drink stuff while being undead, he kept doing so anyway out of habit. That being said, sometimes he'd forget to for way too long and sometimes his sons would notice and worry.

Carol did have some romantic feelings for Splinter at one point, but never pursued them while he kept being avoidant about certain things (particularly his kids) and now... welp

In canon Splinter has a huge trophy display, but this doesn't exist in AF, any of those he managed to recover have remained in a box since.

This MAY get mentioned but it's highly unlikely, in the back of one of the scrapbooks is an old poster that features Holly Blue that Splinter happened to find buried in the back of Hueso's ad board. It's all he had to remember her with.

Okay this is more a teaser and less a fact, there's a specific reason Draxum's magic came back and I'm excited for that reveal when we get to it

I'll stop there before it goes on too long haha

[sw2-serials]

A Lot Like This

In one notable experience, I was tied a lot like this…

only worse.  My wrists were in front of my ankles and the woman who was topping me pushed a pole between my elbows (closer to my feet) and my knees!  (yes, I am/ was pretty flexible though it wasn’t entirely comfortable)  My knees were basically crushed to my chest and, oddly, I still had my top on.  My head hung over the edge of the bed so she could use my mouth and everything, back and front, could not have been more exposed – a fact that I wasn’t likely to forget even without her constant scolding (she claimed that I was very rude to ‘make’ her view me like that, as if I was intentionally ‘mooning’ her!).  Most often she lightly scraped my bottom-hole (still have no good term for it) with her fingernail asking me if I enjoyed ‘showing it off’.  I was angled across a corner of the bed so everything, it seemed, was on the edge and ‘readily accessible’.

Presumably this was all so I could get a ‘proper’ spanking, whatever she deemed that to be, as well as providing the aforementioned oral servicing.  Well, this ‘proper’ spanking consisted of A LOT.  I got a lot of a light stinging paddle across my bottom that hurt more than you’d think – my bottom’s padded but not heavily padded – and this rubber paddle (also not heavy) from my bottom almost to my knees (or as close as she could get) AND the insides of my thighs slapped, to the extent that they were exposed (which, actually, wasn’t much).

THEN she applies this paddle like a thick ruler - straight from end-to end but the face was curved – she uses it to spank the crease at the base of each bun.  I was howling but she tells me my hips were also thrusting “in the crudest way possible” which really isn’t too surprising.  I’d already had some tears – I don’t know how many, not awful (I cry a lot pretty easily but more based on what is said than done, you know?) – but this got me sobbing! 

I think that’s what she was looking for because she came around and used my mouth, straddling my face (I think I did a really good job, considering my crying!).

Then instead of releasing me and cuddling (or better!) she goes back to my bottom!  Asks (with more shaming touches) what ‘we should do about this rudeness’ and really, more spanking was probably the least worst of the possibilities.  She puts the first part of her pinky inside (less than an inch) and tells me that she’s seeing a very, very naughty girl – then goes back to whacking at the creases!  For a week after that I had big purple streaks, basically blood blisters, and they hurt a lot longer than that.  She keeps scolding me with ‘I didn’t realize (how bad I am)’ and ‘I never expected this from you’ and later told me that my vagina itself, even untouched and with my legs together, was ‘open and winking’, I was so hot and wet.

Suddenly she drops to her knees, sucks on my clit harder than I’ve ever felt, and I explode!  I honestly may have lost consciousness.  When I next know what’s going on she’s tongue-plumbing my vee-jay-jay and I am having one aftershock after another.

She released everything in a hurry and it really was a relief, though I hadn’t realized it until then.  I was really stiff!

Just to wrap up the story, we had showers and lunch and some outdoor time and I mostly stayed out of trouble until we got back, but believe it or not, I was still owed a well-deserved strapping for something I’d done and I got it, lying across the foot of the bed with my hips over a pillow.  Thank God she avoided those purple streaks – they were kind of hidden in almost any position other than the one I got them in!

[guardianakumu]

Just a bit of lore about Silver Stark!

Silver Stark was a old friend to Akumu Kokuryuu. He was adopted into a rich family who happens to adopt others to give them a place to call home. Or so he thought. Blackstar was the one who “adopted” him and referred him as the very first subject called “Subject Zero”. He was nameless but he was often referred as Zero many times by the other scientists. There are others like him but different species. He would play with them but each day, one by one, never returned. Blackstar would come in and take one, only for them to be never seen again. He grown used to it and actually hopes they will be happier. Until he’s the last one. He then looked forward to it as he walked out of the playroom, only to realize the hell he will go through only begins. Each day brings pain and sleepless nights. Until another subject came in. Subject 2 as it stated on the left arm. She was the first one that returned. Well. A new one that came in. 2 looked very frail and human-like, just like him. 2 would often leave and return to her little corner to hide. Each day, there’s something new on her. She would be the first to leave and then, it would his turn. He then tried to get 2 to play but it was hard for her as she was very shy. This process repeats until she completely looks different. Much bigger and more purple. Less human. He still looks the same. Then, she would become more toned and muscular.

Until the huge explosion and the playroom would shake slightly. The door opened as the alarm would go off. He saw it as a chance to escape and he did. As the sun hits his pale skin, he could feel the massive amount of energy from elsewhere. He wondered if that was her or someone else. But he could careless as he wanted to run away from the pain. Fast forward to couple years later, he has taken up a job as a warrior as all he knew was fighting. He then visits the small village called White Village, where he finds 2 talking to others. That moment he realizes that was her that escaped the lab. He turned away as he feels it wasn’t the right moment to meet her again.

It was another decade before he came across 2 again but he heard stories of a purple dragon leading a small group into battle and won with no casualties to either side. She wasn’t referred to as number 2 but she is referred as “Akumu”. He decided to seek out this purple dragon he made friends with. It wasn’t long before he finds her on a black and white horse. She greeted and smiled before she moves on. She didn’t recognize him at all. Then, he called out,”No. Wait!”

She stopped her horse and turned her head with curiosity,” Oh? What is it?” It was a long pause before he spoke up,” Do you remember me..? From the lab?” She gave a surprise look and hopped of the horse. She walked closer and sniffed him. Immediately, she realized who this was. “Yes! I remember you. From the room. You played with me. A lot. You escaped form that place?” He nodded,” Yea. I heard a loud explosion and the door opened so I used that chance and ran.” She chuckled,” That explosion was from me. I didn’t want to stay there anymore. It’s all thanks to the scientists there. Except you know who.” She looked away and continued,” I want to find that place again to save them but I had no luck. I worry for them, even it has been a long time.” He nodded,” Yea. I can agree..”

“Well! I am sure glad you’re alright! So, I want to show you around here! But I got the feeling you already know White Village. I never seen you around here, although.” She hummed, trying to remember where she saw him. He gave a dry chuckle,” I have but uhh.. I may have intentionally avoided you as I didn’t want you.. to think of me differently otherwise.” She gave a look before she said,” Really??? Why would I think of you any differently? You are practically my brother at that point! I would have been happy to see you again.” She gave a soft smile.

He gave a smile as well before he said,” I’m.. my name is Silver Stark. Everyone calls me that. You can call me anything.”

“Can I call you Silv?” She gave a grin, almost mischievous.

[dxllhcuse]

"Oi..! Don't get so mad at me! How should I have known it was important to you!" Urogi screeched at the Doll, clearly the culprit of destroying something by accident or purpose, due to how his claws were sharp and grabbed at anything that he found interesting. The male ruffled his feathers, puffed them up in a sulking way. He wasn't mad, not the slightest, even less when he brought his grin back. "If you wanna fight to cool down, I'd be delighted to slice you up!" Urogi riled her up before he dived forward and aimed to latch his talons at her shoulders and if succeeded, he'd take her to the skies with him... straight through the roof.

Ichimatsu’s deep purple eyes glare at the bird, as she waited for him to hoist her up in the sky. Talons stabbed through her shoulders as she grabbed them by the ankle, wincing in pain. She would’ve avoided them easily, however, she has a plan. A plan that can shock the demon and hope that using her blood art, she will take control of his movements. Whether or not he did it intentionally, she doesn’t care. Her work of art has been shattered into pieces, and he’ll pay for what he has done. 

She closes her eyes as she concentrates on the stabbing pain in her shoulders. She then thinks about all of her dolls, broken into pieces and ripped apart by this demon. She thinks of many ways to make her angry. She is already mad at the fact that he broke her dolls, but she has a reason why she is purposely making herself angry.


“You think you can come into my island, break my art pieces, and then decide you want to fucking start a fight? With me?!” She stared at him, with eyes that truly radiate pure hatred. She gripped at the ankle even harder to the point her nails stab through, drawing blood. “How fucking dare you, break all of the dolls and then continue to break even more! You know what you did! Don’t you fucking lie to me!” Ichimatsu’s forehead break open like an egg, as a figure who looks much similar to Ichimatsu appears. Although looks the same, she wears a gamishimo instead of a kimono. This is Kokeshi, anger and resentment personification of Ichimatsu. 

Kokeshi doesn’t have time to think as she was activated due to Ichimatsu’s anger outburst. All she could think of is the fact someone hurt her and the demon destroyed her puppets. As she is getting out of her head, she grabbed onto his shoulder; her feet still stuck inside of Ichi’s head. She took a look at him scowling as she plunges her hand right into his left eye sockets, hoping that she rips them apart from his brain.

[jaderimehardt]

Resin First Attempts

Ohhhh, where do I even start~?

In one of my previous posts, I said as soon as I get enough things, I will go out in the garage and start tinkering around even if it's 11pm, midnight, or 1am- didn't I? Yeah, well, that happened, Lol 😅. I was outside in the garage until 2:30am and probably didn't make it to bed until around 3:15am-ish. Details. (I forget when I started, uh, 6pm?)

Second day I went out there earlier but I was probably still out there for about 8-hours? Time can fly by quick this craft! And you don't even notice it. Holy geez.

The first night taking so long, made sense. I was trying to organize things, pull out tools for the first time. Basically get acquainted with my 'Mise en place' (totally a cooking phrase but whatever, I'm using it here).

I've only made 6 bezels so far, and used some of my extra resin in some earring molds (that I haven't added backings to yet) but...! Right now I'm just toying around with techniques and trying to get the hang of things. I think I even already found a new one? I've watched so many resin videos and I've yet to see anyone do this thing 🤔

Anyhow. Here are my very first bezels 😊

Some of these pictures were taken on a cloudy day and some were not... I didn't edit the lighting in photoshop either. And on top of that- I took some pictures next to my backdoor, some in my bedroom, and some in my garage where I've been making these. I did this intentionally to show the lighting variations of the resin, coloring, mica powder, glitters, etc etc.

That potion bottle was my very FIRST one. I'm likely going to keep that one forever as a memento. I had zero intention at the start to add the hearts but had a lightbulb 💡 moment.

Dr. Stone inspiration kicked in and I instantly thought of Senku's love potion at the start of the anime 🤣. In hindsight I should have used the round potion bottle but the love potion idea was literally an afterthought - still came out cute as heck, imo.

If you're wondering about the snowflake ones when it's the beginning of Spring- I was trying really hard to get a Captain Hitsugaya (Bleach) themed bezel but it just wasn't happening for me 🫠

This purple one is a prime example of how different lightings can make a bezel look different. It has me questioning how I want to post this on Etsy in the future 🤔. Many pictures I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

I wanted something quite literally like a teardrop....? This one has the smallest imperfection in the world that I can see at the weirdest angle if I look at it really hard, LOL. I know it's stupid, but I'm OCD like that. Uhhh... I probably need a better light in the garage so I can avoid this in the future. I think I didn't see a bubble before curing or something. Not 100% sure.

This one has an aurora+pearl mix type mica and aurora glitter so it's constantly shifting colors in the sunlight. It also has intentional ombre, though it's not as dramatic as I wanted. Yeah... definitely a trial and error learning process going on here, lol. I still very much like how it came out. I added the shining star at the bottom to symbolize 'a light in the darkness'.

Couple last shots of some already seen ones- garage shot + bedroom shot. Just to show varying lighting.

Don't worry, I'm not going to do this every time (I think). Maybe 1-2. One near sunlight and one against a white backdrop that I'll setup somewhere. Seems more professional that way, less messy, and maybe my posts won't be a novel long each time 🙃

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Oh let me add a couple somethings!

🔹 I'm still working on getting my Etsy up. I think I just need a banner and an icon? Smol simple things really. There might be more but I think that's it. Aside from me learning how to actually post a listing. I probably won't start selling anything until I get better at this though and feel confident with it. ALSO, I still haven't received the packaging supplies I ordered (bubble mailers). Who knows when I'll get that.

🔹 Yes, those are a bunch of octopus plushies in the background of my pictures. Be prepared to see them a lot, and a lot more other octopuses in my pictures. They are everywhere. Octos are friends in this house 🐙💓

[moonfurthetemmie]

so this kinda blew up and my brain started spitting stuff out and Nightmare’s system now has 5 known active alters, plus two or three that appear but only in very specific circumstances. One of which is a AU crossover so jdjdhdy

I warn you: it’s long

So for people unfamiliar with this kinda stuff I’m gonna just explain a few things. Keep in mind, I myself do not have DID or any other flavor of Many People In One Brain, so all of this is stuff I absorbed from my system friends in that server. If you don’t want the glossary, you can skip down to the big purple letters.

System: Someone with DID, and a general term for all of the headmates and alters as a whole. Some systems will give themselves a specific name, like “Storm System”.

Singlet: Non-systems. People with only one bitch in their brain.

Alter and headmate: As far as I can tell, these are mostly interchangeable. There may be nuance that I’m not aware of, and anyone who knows more is more than welcome to come correct me if I’m wrong. But, an alter or headmate is another person in the system. Generally my usage will depend somewhat on what perspective I’m talking from (system member vs non-system character vs narrator)

Host: A very loose definition would be ‘the alter who fronts the most’. In a less complicated world, the host would be the first person/personality who was there. Sometimes that changes though, for one reason or another.

Fronting: Being ‘in charge’ or ‘in control’ of the body. Multiple headmates can front together, though I’m not wholly clear on the specifics of how that works. Someone (or multiple someone’s) being ‘in front’ means they’re the bitch(es) in control at the moment.

Switch: The person who’s fronting switches with another headmate. Other Headmate is now fronting.

Headspace: In the most basic terms, it’s the world one has inside their own head. As I understand it, non-active headmates experience their headspace like the rest of us experience the physical world. Some people have trouble remembering things that happened in headspace when they come to front.

Trauamgenic System: A system that formed due to trauma. To put it simply, someone’s brain decided that the best way to deal with a situation was to make ‘someone else’ deal with it.

Endogenic System: A system that formed without trauma. This isn’t relevant to Nightmare, I just wanted to explain some of the terms Silver (Mod Mythic in the screenshot) used.

Tulpa: Also not relevant to Nightmare, but a tulpa is an alter/headmate who was intentionally created. There’s some nuance to it, but that’s the basics.

Tulpas and the existence of endogenic systems are the cause of a lot of discourse. My purpose here is solely to explain as best I can with as little bias as possible. But also like. Do your own research to. Even if I understood everything perfectly, I’m bad at explaining, and just having it explained slightly differently might be helpful. just please for the love of god no one bring discourse into my ask box I’m gonna scream

ANYWAYS let me introduce you to:

THE GANG

Firstly we have Nortimer. He is the current host, and is just the ‘normal’ DS Nightmare. Clever enough to avoid most trouble, reckless enough to cause some of his headmates to switch with him to keep them out of trouble. The only times he goes by ‘Nortimer’ is to clarify who’s fronting; otherwise he’s just ‘Nightmare’.

Secondly we have Jack Skellington. He’s actually just the original, emo version of DS Nightmare from 2018, and in keeping with that, he looks like a skeleton in headspace. Hence the snarky nickname. He and Nortimer’s relationship can be summed up pretty well by this comic from Kai, but they do get along. Nortimer just irritates Jack a lot. Jack is more cautious that Nortimer so generally he’s the one who takes over if Nortimer is being stupid.

Next we have Hades. It’s Pluto. I’m not kidding. I was when I first suggested it, and then went ‘ah shit wait this could work’ and oops here we are. Hades may or may not be a genderbend. But more importantly, they’re much less bloodthirsty than normal Pluto, for multiple reasons, the main one being that I didn’t want to fall into the “person with multiple personalities has an evil alter who kills everyone around them” stereotype. Hades generally only fronts when they’re in a dangerous situation and the only way out is likely going to be killing whoever’s trying to hurt them. It’s only ever self-defense, but Hades deals with those situations so no one else has to.

Then there’s Vex. Vex is the ‘religious nut’ mentioned by Silver. They’re essentially a fusion of Worry and Anger from Inside Out, and they don’t know what the word ‘chill’ means. Of all the headmates we’ve come up with, Vex is the only one who actually hates Dream.

Finally, there’s Noot Noot. Noot is pre-incident Nightmare, and the first host. He still looks like a kid inside headspace. He is the ‘memory keeper’, and mainly he takes care of their memories from childhood; when he and Dream were still friends. He very rarely fronts, so he mostly just. Stays in the back with the memories. He very much lives in the past, and refuses to believe that Dream would ever hurt them. He was kicked out of host status very quickly after the Apple incident because he was going to get them killed. Despite not having been the host in decades, he’s the core of their system, and if he gets fucked up they ALL get fucked up.

After meeting Cross and Error, and Nightmare no longer feels like he needs to be in survival mode constantly, they all (everyone in the system as well as Cross and Error) start to realize that Nightmare’s got something going on in there. The system members are all kinda freaking out at first wonder what all the voices in their head is, and that’s freaking Cross and Error out. But after some research and support and a lot of talking within the system they eventually figure out “Oh. Nightmare’s got DID.”

Once they understand what’s going on, Nightmare and his headmates calm down some, and eventually become more aware of headspace. They also start to figure out that some of them, like Hades, have very specific jobs. I imagine finding out that he’s not the first/original host is going to fuck with Nortimer some dndjdjdj

For sake of convenience here’s a screenshot of some stuff Silver was saying could happen, which I’m going to take as ‘yeah that happened’

btw everyone beats Cross’s ass except maybe Noot, but only because Noot’s been hiding in headspace for decades by now

Bonus stuff:

- Due to how and why he was kicked out of his host status, Noot is never supposed to front in a dangerous situation. If he is fronting in a dangerous situation, but particularly if Dream is involved, then every single preventative measure that was put in place has failed, and there is no possible way to make the situation any worse. It’s functionally treated as a near-death experience by their brain, and if they survive there will be a couple new failsafes implemented, including a new headmate to make absolutely sure Noot doesn’t get in the middle of that shit again

- Hades doesn’t generally front for an extended period of time. As they’re the first line of defense in extremely dangerous situations, they actually don’t front much at all. As a result, even if they intentionally came to front to hang out with Cross and Error, if they’re out for too long they’ll start to think they’re in some sort of danger that they haven’t noticed yet. And if they feel like they’re in danger, it’ll be very difficult for them to switch with someone.

- Vex is the oldest of the five active headmates, excluding Noot. As the little voice in Nightmare’s head telling him not to be stupid, he’s been a very vital part of their survival, even if most of the hosts ignore him from time to time because their desire for chaos is stronger than their sense of self-preservation.

- Jack is just as bad as Nortimer most of the time, he’s just slightly more cautious. There’s a reason they’re still friends JSJDHDDH

- The name ‘Nortimer’ here came from Silver and NDP’s The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny, where the Meme Squad used fake names when sneaking into JR. Nightmare was ‘Newt Nortimer’. Also I keep trying to call him ‘Nort’ and at some point it’s going to be inescapable

- one of the scenario-specific headmates is functionally and visually pre-incident DS Dream. Another is (visually) Radiant DS Nightmare.

I may be missing some of the important things, but I will leave it to @shroudedinsilver to add on if they wish

Has anyone ever thought that nm might have some dissociative identity issues

Nm lived for a hundred years as a fugitive

Honestly nightmare could actually have developed some type of dissociative disorders

I mean that man probably lost so much and had some horrible experiences during all those years

[radiant-reid]

Pretty in Purple

Summary: An interruption to some private time Spencer is trying to share with his girlfriend unintentionally winds up advancing their sex life.

okay so ik i’m a lil insane for this one but!! request for softdom spencer using the purple scarf as a blindfold/handcuffs (i’m just obsessed w that godforsaken scarf)

A/n: yes, yes, yes !! thank you for this, I am such a purple scarf fan.

hey you’re like my favorite author. could you do something with spencer and fem reader in a secret relationship and morgan goes to his house to drop something off and he catches them together?

A/n: thank you so much ! this was such a fun request to add in

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smut NSFM)

Content Warning: Swearing | Smut- daddy kink, size kink, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, use of a blindfold (is there a word for that?) | Softdom!Spencer

Word Count: 3.2k

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Dramatically stepping out of the walk-in wardrobe, Y/n did a complete spin in the dress she had just bought. "What do you think of this?" She asked, smoothing her hand over the shimmering purple material that was tight to highlight her waist. It was on the short side, intentionally, ideal for showing off her legs when she wore heels.

Spencer was sitting on the round armchair in their bedroom, wanting to watch the fashion show she was putting on. His eyes quickly were drawn to her figure.

"Yes." He immediately said, nodding vigorously. Even if his answer was less than descriptive, his gawking was enough to assure with an abundance of confidence.

"Yeah?" She asked, walking into the middle of the room before pulling down the hem. "Are you sure it's not too much?"

Quickly, he shook his head. "No, it's perfect. You look beautiful." He assured her, getting up from his seat. "You know you didn't have to buy a new dress, right?"

"I know, but I wanted to match you." She told him, thinking about the purple tie in his closet. "I'm kind of terrified, you know?" She mentioned, spinning around to look in the mirror, trying to make sure it looked okay. Trying to make it look right was frustrating, and it wasn't even the day. A whole week until she'd be meeting his colleagues-turned-family.

Spencer came over, resting his hands on her waist while he pulled her body against his. "You have nothing to worry about, I promise." He comforted, sending her a smile through the mirror. "I already asked Rossi if I could bring someone, and I managed to get out of there before anyone could ask me questions."

He had pretty much sprinted down the stairs and to the elevator once he went into Rossi's office to ask if he could bring a special someone to his dinner party. Rossi was both surprised and proud, immediately agreeing and voicing his enthusiasm to meet whoever Spencer had been keeping a secret. The problem came when the team saw him grinning when he closed the office door, and he had to very quickly leave the office to avoid questioning.

Y/n spun back around, resting her hands on his shoulder. "Aren't they going to find it odd that we live together and I've never met them?" She wondered, having thought about each day when she walked past the pictures in the hallway every day. Every time there was an opportunity for her to meet them, she'd been away for work.

"I think they stopped finding me odd a long time ago." Spencer joked, smiling when she laughed. "They're going to love you, I promise. Not only because I do, but also because you are wonderful."

"Thank you." She said, tiptoeing up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

Anchoring a hand on her cheek, Spencer kissed her more roughly, rolling his hips against hers to clearly show her what he wanted. With slightly more swollen lips, he pulled back to look at her. "Let me prove it." Spencer offered, tongue darting out along his bottom lip.

"Please," Y/n whispered, her lips an inch off his. The excitement in her blood was already racing through her veins.

Spencer traced his thumb over her jawline. "So good for Daddy, aren't you?" Dumbly, she nodded, leaning forward to kiss him again. He kissed her firmer that time so forcefully her head tipped back as she looped her arms around his neck.

Gripping her hips with one hand, Spencer used the forefinger and thumb of his other hand to unzip her dress. For a moment, he pulled back to look at her.

The intense stare always made Y/n squirm, her underwear growing damper. Tenderly, he reached out to cup her cheek. "You're so beautiful." He complimented, pulling the strap of her bra before letting it snap back into place. She hadn't intentionally worn a matching set of lace purple lingerie, but she was thankful she did.

When he dove back down to kiss her with more urgency, she started to unbutton his dress shirt. Her skin broke out in goosebumps when his large, slightly cold hands held her bare waist. She could feel each detail of his fingers against her skin, and it made him smirk at her reaction.

Spencer's lips broke apart from Y/n's in favor of kissing down her neck as he maneuvered her toward the bed. When her calves hit the bed base, he pushed her until she flopped down onto the mattress.

She spread her legs for him while he undid his tie, eyes never leaving her body. It made her shiver in anticipation, excited for what was to come. Even the way his fingers looked skillfully undoing the fabric was alluring. Just the way the veins looked lit the burning urge for her to have them inside her. Of course, he drew it out to tease her.

As soon as Spencer had thrown the tie in the general direction of the closet, he rested his weight on his knees on either side of Y/n's thigh and leaned down to kiss her. Her fingers moved to unbutton the rest of his shirt while he sucked marks into her neck.

"Daddy, please." She begged although she wasn't sure what for. When she undid the last button, her hands were free to tangle in his curls, tugging as he drew moans out of her.

His hands were almost where she needed them when another voice interrupted. "Pretty boy, you left- oh wow."

Spencer's hands and mouth were quickly off her as she opened her eyes to see who she knew was Derek Morgan with a hand over his eyes and Spencer's purple scarf in his other.

Frantically, Spencer's wide eyes met her's to make sure she was okay. The blush on her cheeks, he was sure, mirrored his. "I'm going to kill him." He whispered, handing her his shirt to put on.

By the time she realized what was happening, Spencer was already off the bed, and she was sitting up, thankful he was tall enough that his shirt hid most of her body. It wasn't exactly how she wanted to meet his friend, trying to make herself look she wasn't about to get thoroughly railed by Spencer.

"What are you doing here?" Spencer asked, taking the scarf out of Morgan's hand.

Hesitantly, Morgan took his hand away from his eyes, sending the girl in Spencer's bed a sheepish smile. "Sorry. I didn't know you were, uh, busy. You left that on your desk, and I came to drop it off and used my key." He explained awkwardly, something Spencer wasn't sure Morgan could feel when talking about sex. "Rossi said you were bringing someone next week, which I'm guessing is..."

"Y/n." She introduced herself, offering him a shy wave. Although she was blushing, she could tell Morgan wished he didn't drop by unannounced. "Spencer's girlfriend."

Morgan's eyes flicked to his friend, his mouth dropping open slightly in shock. Spencer was giving him a look that meant, please, leave. "Right, uh, well, it was nice to meet you. I'll see you on Friday, and we can just forget this happened." He said all at once, walking back out.

"It was good to meet you, too." Y/n farewelled as he left the room, followed by her boyfriend.

Spencer stopped at the doorway of the bedroom, looking back at Y/n before towards his friend. "Can you lock the door?" He asked, ready to get back to what he was doing. Or who he was about to be doing.

"Yup." Morgan agreed, wanting to get out of the apartment as soon as possible. "Have a good weekend."

Awkwardly, Spencer gave him a thumbs up, waiting until he'd heard the apartment door close to go back into the bedroom. Y/n had her legs spread apart, toying with the one button of his shirt that was still done up.

"Hi, baby." He cooed, walking over to the side of the bed with the scarf still in his hand.

Still sitting up, Y/n cupped his cheeks to pull his face down so she could kiss him. She kept pulling him closer until he had no choice but to kneel over her while she lay down again. Leaning up, she took off her bra and his shirt.

Spencer craned his neck to kiss down her chest before circling her nipple with his tongue and using his hand to squeeze her other boob.

"Fuck." She moaned, arching her back in pleasure. Electric pulses ran down her spine when he used his teeth.

Looking up at her, Spencer pulled back. "Look at me." He demanded darkly. She tried to when he reattached his lips to the other nipple. But it proved too difficult with the wet roughness of his tongue gently swirling somewhere so sensitive. As soon as she let her eyes roll back, Spencer pulled away from her. "Doll." He sternly warned.

"Sorry, Daddy." She quickly squeaked out, worried he'd flip her over and spank her enough she wouldn't be able to sit down.

"If you don't want to look, then you're not going to be able to." He decided, remembering the fabric still between his fingers. Y/n caught on to what he was saying, her eyes following where his gaze was fixed. "Move your head." He instructed, resting the purple scarf against her eyes before tying it behind her head. He was gentle with it like he was with everything when it came to her, even if he was acting tough.

Y/n knew her brain wouldn't have been able to rewire itself to enhance her other senses so quickly, but she swore she could feel Spencer's fingers stronger against her skin.

Spencer shifted downward, not touching her to keep her clueless. Gently, he pulled her underwear down, leaving her completely naked. Unable to see what he was doing- and knowing better than to squirm- Y/n was forced to wait for his next move.

Smirking about her sightlessness, Spencer lay down, so he came face to face with her pussy. Without any warning, he attached his mouth to her clit, causing her to shout his name. "So pretty." He cooed when he pulled back, loud enough for her to hear.

Between every touch, Y/n had no choice but to wait for whatever he was going to do. It made her want to wriggle closer to grind on his face. Torturous for her, which made Spencer love every second of it.

"Taste so good, too." He didn't give her time to thank him before he dove back into eating her out, tongue just slipping into her walls.

Instinctively, she reached out to touch his hair like she always did. Spencer used it as a chance to mess with her, pulling his head away so she couldn't touch him, like he knew she enjoyed.

Wherever she reached, Spencer made sure she couldn't touch him. And when she whined about it, he just chuckled at her desperation. "You're begging me, already, and it's not even to cum." He spoke almost against her before pulling away, not even letting her feel his hot breaths.

Once again, when she wasn't expecting it, his pointer finger was inside her. A touch that slight still had her struggling to stop her heart racing. Both of them knew she needed more.

"Can you feel how tight you are?" Spencer rhetorically asked, slipping another finger into her and struggling to spread them. "And so wet." She could tell by the erotic sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of her, made louder because of her sight deprivation. "Who's pretty, wet pussy is this?"

She knew that time he was asking for an answer, but she struggled when his fingers reached her sweet spot, and she was rendered breathless. "Da-daddy's." She answered.

Spencer let his fingers nearly slip out of her hole. "You can do better than that, and you know it."

"Daddy's." She said louder and more coherently. Like it was a reward, Spencer thrust his fingers quickly back inside her. "Fuck, Daddy's. It's Daddy's."

He was only more spurred on by her moans, giving her what she needed, quick deep thrusts of his fingers. His fingers were the most divine thing she'd ever known, perfect to look at, but they also hit all the right spots inside her.

Smirking at her profanities, Spencer brought his thumb to her clit to rub firm circles. Y/n knew she was close to falling over the edge, her skin on fire while the electrical spark ran down her spine. "Wanna cum?" Spencer offered.

It was almost too good to be true because Spencer loved to drag it out, but her brain was too blurred to be considering the possibility he would deny her an orgasm she really needed. "Yes, yes, please, Daddy." She pleaded.

"Cum then, doll," Spencer demanded, angling his fingers slightly and making everything in her tense as her orgasm hit. Her half-broken moans continued as he worked her through it, drawing all of the energy out of her.

Then he was gone.

She could hear shuffling, but she had no idea what he was doing. The anticipation only made her wetter, wanting to know what he was planning. He could see it on her face, the thoughtful look clouded by lust, and it made him silently chuckle. The fact he could do anything he wanted to her made him fumble with the zip of his pants as he tried to get them off.

Two firm hands gripped her thighs, and she was pulled towards the edge of the bed. It made Y/n squeal in surprise and delight. Spencer didn't give her time to imagine what he was doing, running his length through her slit to collect the wetness before thrusting all the way into her.

She could feel his presence above her, as well as the labored breathing that she was sure wasn't as bad as her own. "S-so fuck-fucking good." She moaned out loudly, letting him know it was okay to move.

Spencer caught onto what she meant, pulling out of her before slamming back in. If his fingers were good, his cock was even better, filling up every inch of her like they were made to be together. No toy or person in her past could ever compare.

"Can feel you clenching around me already." He hummed as he continued to thrust inside her. It wasn't even something she purposefully did, but it drove him crazy.

"So deep." Y/n groaned, throwing her head back into the mattress while he continued to relentlessly pound into her.

Gripping her hips with one hand to pull her closer, Spencer took her hand in his other. "Feel it, baby." He said, placing her hand on her lower stomach where he could see the bulge from his cock inside her. Holding her hand there, he stilled inside her to show her just how deep he really was.

"Fuck." She mumbled, pushing down slightly and making Spencer groan out her name at the pressure against his cock.

Knowing how close he was, he started thrusting in and out of her again, pulling her hips up to hit the spot inside her that had her arching her back way off the bed and squeezing her boobs.

"Play with your clit." He instructed, causing her to hurriedly circle it, continuously moaning at how good everything felt. "Ready?" He asked, voice straining from how close he was to coming.

Y/n knew she was only moments off, feeling the increasing building in her stomach. Barely able to breathe, she tightened around him to let him know just how close she was.

With one last card to play, Spencer stopped as deep inside her as he could get to roll his hips against hers.

"Daddy!" She screamed when his cock rested on her g-spot, quickly falling over the edge at the intense pleasure. Everything inside her tightened, legs tensing as she rode out the high. At her walls fluttering around him, Spencer splurted cum inside her, grinding against her a few more times lazily.

Just as lazily, he flopped on the bed next to her, where she turned her head to face him. He pushed the scarf upward so she could see again.

Y/n broke out in a grin at seeing him, completely blissed out as she leaned forward to sweetly kiss his lips. "There's my favorite face in the world." She mumbled, stroking a thumb over his cheekbone while she cupped his cheek.

Spencer smiled just as widely. "Was that...okay?" He nervously asked, always focused on what made her feel good.

She nodded eagerly. "I love impulsive Spencer."

"Mmm." Spencer hummed, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "And I love you."

"Not more than I love you," Y/n argued, using the scarf as a gag on him, so he couldn't argue.

With his breathing regulated, Spencer sat up, taking the scarf away from his mouth. He attacked her face with kisses, making her squeal laughing.

Y/n pulled her face away from him, kicking him when she realized her legs were working. "Isn't it, like, your job to look after me now?" She joked, knowing Spencer always took care of her.

"I suppose." He said like it wasn't his favorite thing to do. When he stood up and looked at the scarf again, his face paled.

It was something she quickly noticed, immediately growing concerned. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Morgan. He was actually here, like that wasn't my nightmare." Spencer answered, shaking his head in slight disbelief. It was only just occurring to him that Morgan could have heard more before he interrupted.

Y/n giggled a little at his late-onset alarm. "That is what happened." She confirmed. "Maybe you should actually thank him?" She suggested.

He looked back at her. "No. No, you can't tell him." He quickly said, thinking about the impending dinner party.

Throwing her head back, she couldn't stop laughing. "So they don't know about the kinky doctor Reid?" The firm shaking of his head gave her an answer. "I'll keep your dirty little secret safe." She assured him with a wink.

He pulled Y/n up with both hands, tapping her nose once she was standing up. "You, my love, are my dirty little secret."

"That's really poetic. I should get it tattooed." Y/n sarcastically replied, lightly slapping him on the cheek with a grin before her face got serious. "It's not going to be weird, is it?" She was a little worried about what Morgan would think of her, seeing as Spencer was his friend.

Spencer could see the concern flooding her features, and he reached out to cup her cheeks, leaning down, so their faces were level. "I promise he's not going to bring it up. He definitely felt bad about walking in on us." He noted.

Y/n believed him. If not because his eyes were so intently watching her, then because he'd never lied to her. "At least now he knows you have a really hot girlfriend." She commented, cheekily grinning at him.

Huffing out a laugh, Spencer nodded. "Yeah, I do."

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[floral-poisons]

rook relationship head canons

no one asked for this but i had some ideas. so here we go. relationship head canons for rook. (also peep epel being poorly cropped lol)

this might be weird to say but i feel like rook has an avoidant attachment style. like yes, he’s emotionally invested in vil. but aside from vil that’s basically it. he’s always observant, always looking from the outside in. so to become emotionally invested, more or less, would disrupt his habit of people watching.

it’s the tiny things though that build up to everything.

rook started observing you a little bit more than normal. more than leona. hell even more than vil. it eventually came to the point where rook would stop noticing the little things about vil (e.g. vil’s sr lab coat vignette).

you thought of rook as a friend, someone who you can confide in. but it took you a long time before realizing that rook knew everything about you but you knew...nothing about him.

he’s quite secretive. and most definitely closed off. he claims he doesn’t find his own life story relevant. you, on the other hand, find it strange and also amazing just how he just seems to be...fine.

rook’s tendency for hyper-independence made it really hard to get your relationship past the platonic friendship between you two. every time you tried to get him to be more emotionally intimate with him, you hit an emotional wall. he was so flowery in his language that he seamlessly changed the topic almost all the time.

but you caught him. you. caught. him.

it was just the two of you in his room. you were busy painting his nails this lovely shade of medium purple that really went well with his skin. when he tried to detract, you immediately stopped him and asserted yourself. “rook you know everything about me. but i know nothing about you. and we’re not going to work out if you keep being emotionally distant from me.”

“you know plenty about me!”

“yeah but nothing that’s really beyond the surface.” you frown. “you’re my boyfriend. and i care about you. and i worry that...you’re suffering. deep down. i know it’s not something you control or that you’re aware you’re doing it. you wouldn’t do it intentionally. but you need to trust me. and i...i really like you. and i really want us to work out.” your voice fell with the last two sentences. but rook heard it.

“of course, dear trickster.” he mumbles.

it started off pretty small. rook would tell you about small things that bothered him. and you got to see him be frustrated and annoyed sometimes.

before you knew it, you knew a lot about rook. and not just the surface stuff either. even more than vil you’d argue. you’d let him vent his frustrations while you were brushing his hair or just running your fingers through it while he laid on your lap.

attachment issues aside, you and rook had a pretty great relationship.

he was always one to shower you with praise however small or big the accomplishment was. you got out of bed? great! you did a week’s worth of work that you procrastinated? amazing! you cooked an amazing meal? you were the best. there was no one better than you.

you surpassed vil in rook’s eyes.

rook is also very affectionate. he loves giving physical affection to you. if you have boundaries then he will respect them. but he really loves giving you hugs and kisses and holding your hand.

a totally random hobby you learned from him: waltzing. the two of you waltz in your spare time in his room. rook so seamlessly guides you and has the patience to keep teaching you. he had toes of steel!

and kisses with rook. they were so romantic! every time you thought about it, your shoulders would fall and you would sigh dreamily. his lips were soft. his cologne smelled of apple and mint. and his kisses were full of love and passion. he held your face so gently. and every kiss was met with a romantic moment before it.

“oh dear trickster, you do live up to your name.” rook chimes, your chin between his index finger and thumb. you could feel your entire face heat up. “a clever birthday gift. you outsmarted me.”

“all part of the plan!” you reply nervously, your body shaking with anticipation for the kiss.

“of course you deserve a reward.” he leaned in, your lips meeting each other’s. your body melted into his arms.

yes every kiss felt like that.

[stratiotis-nth]

Castiel has been able to see Glimpses of people’s future when he meets them for the first time—specifically when he first makes eye contact. It’s the big family secret and Castiel hates that he’s the one stuck with it. It’s infuriating—Gabriel asks if Castiel could make eye contact with some hot guy or girl to see if he’ll get lucky, and Castiel ignores him every time.

He doesn’t see the person’s entire life when he looks like them. It’s more like…a tsunami of information. Sometimes it’s images or feelings or sounds. Usually, Castiel can’t make heads or tails of what he experienced, so he stopped trying to interpret them a long time ago.

At this point, the flood of information is an annoyance, and he’s done his best to just avoid eye contact altogether.

Maybe that’s why Castiel is so quiet and keeps to himself. He doesn’t like meeting new people if only to avoid the data dump of another person’s future. He’s thankful he doesn’t get Glimpses when he looks at anyone he’s already Glimpsed, because he’s never be able to look Gabriel in the face. And anyone who Castiel had accidentally Glimpsed before have long since disappeared from his life, and Castiel is such a recluse that he hasn’t had a new friend in years.

Until Gabriel was an annoying asshole.

His older brother practically wrestled Castiel out of the house they shared to go clubbing. It had been a close fight and Castiel had gotten damn well near to biting Gabriel’s arm—but he eventually lost because Gabriel threatened to trample Castiel’s carefully cultivated garden in the backyard.

For the sake of his plants, Castiel reluctantly ducked into Gabriel’s obnoxiously bright red Camero.

“This is a stupid idea.” He grumbled, crossing his arms and keeping his hands tucked firmly against himself. “I’m just going to be standing there staring at the floor like an idiot.”

“No, you’re gonna keep that chin up and meet some people, Cassie.” Gabriel said briskly as they drove to Downtown. “Glimpsing a few people isn’t gonna change your life. You need friends, my bumbling, weirdo brother.”

“I can live my life just fine without friends, Gabriel.” Castiel snapped. “I have you, my cat, and my garden. I work from home and can support myself if needs be. What else do I need?”

Gabriel sighed.

“You’ll always have me, Cassie.” He said. “But have you ever thought about what you want?”

No. Of course he hadn’t. Castiel hadn’t had the luxury of knowing what he wanted since he first discovered the Glimpses.

“Your Glimpses shouldn’t be what stops you from having a life, little bro.” Gabriel continued firmly. They were in Downtown now, string lights lighting the two way street and neon signs making the air gleam in multicolor. Castiel’s chest clenched with anxiety, carefully avoiding the stream of bodies moving up and down the sidewalks in case he made eye contact with as passers by.

Gabriel pulled into the VIP spot of his nightclub, Sugar+Spice and grinned at Castiel.

“C’mon, brosky, time to swim amongst the fishes.” To complete Gabriel’s inspiring speech, he slapped two condoms into Castiel’s hand and ducked out of the car before he could throw them back.

Grumbling under his breath about invasive brothers, Castiel begrudgingly followed Gabriel through the back entrance of the club.

It was loud, hot, and chaotic. Despite not having made eye contact with anyone yet, Castiel’s senses were immediately overloaded with noise and light. He could barely hear Gabriel over the din, risking a glance up in an effort to read his lips.

This way. He seemed to be shouting. Gabriel grabbed his hand and tugged him along anyway. Castiel allowed himself to be dragged, bumping through a crowd of people with his eyes fixed on their passing feet.

Gabriel took him up to a slightly quieter, less crowded second floor and sat him down at the bar.

“Alfie!” Gabriel called to the bartender, rapping his knuckles on the glass bar top. “Dirty Shirley for my fruity brother!”

“Gabriel!” Castiel hissed. He didn’t necessarily care if people knew he was gay, but he didn’t want Gabriel going on trying to get him laid.

“Coming up, boss.” Alfie called, already moving nonstop and smoothly as he tended to the other patrons lining his bar top.

“See ya, Cassie.” Gabriel clapped his shoulder. Castiel’s heart seized with terror.

“Gabriel, don’t you dare—“

“Sorry little bro, I’ve got club owner responsibilities to attend to.”

And then, Castiel was alone. Alfie’s slim hand set a red-pink colored drink in front of him and moved on before Castiel could think he would wait a second for a thanks. He was probably too busy to care for social expectations like please and thank you.

Castiel didn’t know how long he had sat there, hunched over his drink and staring at the bar top resolutely. Gabriel could drag his ass into public, but he couldn’t make him talk to people.

People seemed to catch the hint to leave him alone, or maybe Alfie had warned them against it before Castiel could sense their presence. Some tried, though, but Castiel just shook his head. That was usually enough to leave him be.

It was well after 1 AM when he’d finally had enough sitting around and staring at his drink to ward off horny one nighters. He stood, determined to find Gabriel and force him to take him home. He was tired, anxious, and terrified of this place and of people. He didn’t like Glimpsing—it was like intruding into their privacy and instead of doing it intentionally like how a burglar would invade a home, it was hurled at him when he didn’t want it. The last time Castiel had Glimpsed, the images and noises had been too much. It had overloaded his mind and nearly made him pass out from the onslaught.

The last time he had Glimpsed was the first time he’d met a future serial killer. One could imagine why Castiel didn’t like Glimpsing anymore.

He pushed his way through the crowd, trying to find Gabriel’s recognizable white dress shoes amongst the writhing sea of legs and lower bodies.

Castiel finally reached the stairs, the door swinging shut and blessedly blocking out the din of the dance floor. The peaceful silent lasted for only a moment, though.

“Whoa, Jesus!”

Castiel slammed into a very solid form and went tumbling backwards, his back hitting the bottom staircase with a painful thud before he toppled back onto the concrete floor.

“Shit, shit, shit! I’m so sorry! Jesus fuck, here, lemme help—“

The person he collided into was scrabbling down the last few stairs, kneeling over him and grabbing his arms.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

Castiel’s entire body was ringing with the aftershock of his fall. His back throbbed painfully, already promising a nice purpling welt.

Maybe it was the pain, or maybe the ringing in his head muted out higher reason, or maybe just fate, but Castiel drifted his gaze to stare at the person who had run into him.

The moment he met the pair of green eyes the color of matcha and wild grass, he was assaulted with an onslaught of Glimpses.

Warm, comforting yellow and orange, the color that light up a home on a cozy, winter night.

The sizzle, pop and bang of fireworks in a dewy field, ringing with a pair of laughter. Bursting, bright colors lighting up a starry sky.

Metallic, greasy smell of an auto shop, the sharp chemical scent of acrylic paint, the words Winchester Auto in neon lights on the top of a busy garage and art studio.

But the main image, the one that always came through crystal clear when he had a Glimpse—

was Castiel himself.

He couldn’t force the image away, or what followed after.

It was Castiel, looming over the man’s point of view with his arms braced on either of his vision. His own face was slack with pleasure as his entire body moved up and down in a very obvious thrusting motion. His eyes were bright and wide and so full of something warm and gentle and careful that Castiel didn’t believe he could ever really do that.

He closed his eyes, willing the main image and surrounding flashes of senses to fade.

“Dude, please tell me you’re okay.” The man fretted, his hands now cupping Castiel’s face and shaking slightly. The way the man was leaning over him looked so much like how Castiel was leaning in the Glimpse that it brought him back to himself.

He sat bolt upright, smacking foreheads with the man and immediately making himself dizzy again.

“Ow.” They both mumbled. The guy scrambled back to give Castiel some space.

“You okay, man?” The guy asked again, staring at him with wide eyes. Castiel’s first reaction was to advert his eyes, but this time for an entirely different reason than the Glimpse. His cheeks burned with the embarrassment of what he had just witnessed.

“Yes.” He managed, but it sounded strained. The man, apparently took that strain as pain instead of mortification.

“Oh shit, you’re probably all banged up, shit. Did the stair hit your back? Did it break the skin?” Suddenly, warm hands were gingerly touching his lower back, feeling for the welt already swelling. Electrical shocks rippled under his skin despite the layers of clothes between him and the hand, but Castiel hissed sharply when the pressure of his fingers hit the welt.

“Sorry, hang on. Don’t move too much, not until I can be sure you didn’t break anything.” The guy was completely unfazed by touching Castiel. It was a gentle touch, but definitely clinical. Was this guy a nurse? Doctor?

“I used to be a paramedic.” The guy answered Castiel’s unspoken speculation. He gently pressed around the welt. “Anything hurt?”

“No.” Castiel managed faintly, his brain already providing unhelpful scenarios where the man’s hand drifted lower and suddenly his last Glimpse was coming true right then and there—

“Okay, I don’t think anything’s broken.” The guy said, sounding relieved. “Can you stand?”

“Yes. It’s just a bruise.” Castiel said, his defenses rising with the determination to never allow that last Glimpse to come true. There were too many risks, too many dangers associated with having friends, let alone pursue a romantic relationship. For this man’s sake and for Castiel’s sanity, he would do everything in his power to stop that Glimpse from happening.

“I’m alright, thank you.” He said quickly, stepping back to allow an acceptable amount of space between him and the man.

“Okay, uh, good.” The guy said, ducking his head sheepishly.

Please don’t. Castiel begged helplessly, staring as the man glanced up at him through his lashes. He was undeniably gorgeous. Light brown hair styled lightly and freckled, tanned skin. Those enrapturing green eyes that made Castiel want to smother himself in that very shade, framed by long lashes. Plush pink lips and a little scruff that Castiel wanted to feel on his skin. Broad shoulders filled a worn leather jacket over a flannel and Henley. Oil-stained jeans and scuffed boots. Rugged and beautiful.

What the hell did future Castiel do to secure a night with this man? How did an awkward, nobody with a fear of people manage to have sex with this perfect, gorgeous man who could get anyone he wanted?

“Sorry about that, man. I swear I don’t go running into hot guys as a pick up line.”

Castiel’s jaw dropped, and the man went very red when he realized what he’d said.

“Ah, fuck. I-I didn’t mean, that’s n-not—shit, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that—“

“It’s alright.” Castiel cut him off hastily. “I’ve actually got to go. I’m supposed to meet my brother and he’s probably worried that I haven’t shown up.”

The man looked embarrassed but startled by Castiel’s hasty retreat. But he moved to let him up the stairs.

He was already a few steps up when the man spoke again.

“Sorry again, man.”

It was a mistake to turn back around, but Castiel did, perhaps selfish enough to indulge in the man’s beauty one more time.

Then something happened that never happened before. Castiel had another Glimpse when he met his eyes.

It was gentler than the first, like an aftershock after an A-bomb.

Deep, sweet spices mixed with buttery pie dough and tangy apple.

A warm, soft red that enveloping his entire body like an embrace to protect and cherish.

The man’s deep, rough voice murmuring “Cas” with such profound affection and care.

Then, Castiel’s voice answering in the same low, gentle caress of soft happiness—“Dean”.

This could not be happening.

[typically-untypical]

New Year Old Tropes - Time Skip

Villain or Vigilante

AU: Super Power AU

CW: Bullying

Date: 1/2/2022

“Get away from me you freak!”

The little girl cried, running away from Patton, who stood there confused, tears in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to do anything bad. She had looked so sad, and Patton thought he could fix that. He was just trying to help. He thought that was what powers were for, helping people, right?

“That’s what you get for letting a villain into the school.” The older kid stood over him, a shadow that eclipsed Patton’s view of the sun. He didn’t understand. He wasn’t a villain. He just wanted to help. He only ever wanted to help.

“Maybe we could beat the villain out of you.”

He only wanted to help.

But no one helped him.

Ten years later Patton had graduated near the bottom of his class, rumors constantly circulating around him. He kept a smile on his face that never reached his eyes and avoided his classmates the best that he could.

Five years after that he was one of the most feared villains in the city. His classmates had gotten what they wanted, and Patton got to protect his heart by never letting anyone have a scrap. He was a villain, just like they said.

“Y… You’re-”

“Shh…” Patton said, cutting off the guard as he held a finger up to his lips. “I’m only here to borrow a little cash. No reason to fear kiddo.” He pulled the fear from the other man, and he relaxed. “Now rest, that’s the best thing to do.”

The thing about his powers, was when he was younger, repressing an emotion made it come back stronger after a while, now that he had had some practice, he did it intentionally. He would repress a person’s fear only for their fear of him to grow exponentially once he was gone. It was how he had gained his reputation. He didn’t have to actually hurt anyone, just place an irrational fear in them and he had the whole city under his thumb.

He got the cash he needed and disappeared into the night. The world saw him as a villain, and he was. He took things that weren’t his, he scared people to keep them in line, and Patton knew those were evil things to do. Still, he couldn’t help himself as he dropped off some of the money, in unmarked envelopes, around the city to families that needed it. What was the point of money and power when everything it bought him felt hollow?

In his day-to-day life, Patton worked at a library. He happily used his powers to get people more comfortable around him. He got them talking and knew all of the gossip from around his city.

Even if Patton was helping people, he was still a villain. He was doing what he wanted, manipulating people with his powers to shape the world the way he wanted. That was what villains did. He was going to take what he wanted for this world.

“Good Morning, Logan!” Patton said as he entered the library, setting his bag down in his locker.

“Salutations, Patton, you seem in a good mood.”

“I am! Last night I went out and got some exercise and then I had a scoop of cookie dough ice cream because I deserve it.”

“I am glad to see you are in high spirits. You don’t mind working the front, correct? I have some cataloging I would like to do.”

“Of course!” Patton saluted Logan before walking out to the front. It was important to keep up a front for tax purposes, but honestly, he loved his job at the library. It added a sense of normalcy to his life that he just hadn’t had growing up.

At least, it should have been normal until Patton saw a man walk in, his hands a bit jittery, and a very distinct purple fringe covering his eyes. Patton remembered him very clearly from last night, and though he was always careful and wore a mask, there was still the concern he had been found out. The man walked up to the desk, not meeting Patton in the eyes. “Uh… um… Hi, do…” he took in a steadying breath and Patton kept his face calm with a neutral smile. “Do you have a book on managing anxiety?”

That was not what he was expecting.

“Of course kiddo,” the man shuddered, oops, “Do you want me to lead you to them, or do you want me to point you in the right direction?”

“Um… just point me in the right direction for now, please? If that’s okay.” Maybe Patton had overdone it just a little bit. He didn’t like that this was the effect on the man, crippling anxiety was not his intention.

“Of course, you want to go down that way and turn left, you are looking for the B section, specifically BF 636 is gonna be the best place to start, but you may find things in the other BF areas that will help you.”

He nodded “Th… thanks.” He muttered before walking away, and Patton frowned a bit, no that had not been his intention at all, and part of him wanted to fix it. The other part of him knew that this was the consequence of his actions and he just had to live with it.

Even if he couldn’t. The man returned to the desk, hands shaking a bit as he put a few books on the counter. Patton let his fingers intentionally brush the other man’s easing some of the anxiety and fear.

“It’s you!” His eyes shot wide open and Patton knew he had been made. This was why he didn’t help people.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I know that feeling, I remember it. What did you do?”

Patton was going to deny it again but the way the man was staring at him, as if he saw right into Patton’s soul. “Now isn’t really the time or place to talk about this.” Patton tried to keep his voice chipper. He really liked this job, and he didn’t want to have to leave it.

“Fine,” The man fidgeted some more, “when do you take lunch? I’ll wait.”

Would he really? Or was he going to call the cops and out Patton, not that he had any evidence? “In 2 hours, can you wait that long?”

He nodded slowly, handing Patton his library card. “I’ll be waiting in the park out back.”

“Okie dokie.” This was bad, this was really bad. Patton checked out the books for him, looking at the name on the card, Virgil. He shouldn’t have done that. It was always easier to do the hard things if he just didn’t pay attention to names or the things that made a person human, but he was already attached.

Virgil left, and Patton could see him through the glass where he sat on a bench with his books. He didn’t look like he was going to betray Patton but there was still that nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

When lunch finally came his fingers were itching, fighting with the indecision of how to handle this situation. He had built this life for him, with his fake friends and sturdy walls. He didn’t want to have to start over. Wasn’t he allowed just a little bit of peace? No, he was a villain, this was par for the course. He sat across from Virgil.

“So….”

“I’m not going to go to the police, but… but can you fix this? Like… I’m terrified of you and I know I shouldn’t be, and my anxiety has always been bad, but this…” He frowned a bit.

“Why don’t you think you should be scared of me?”

“You… you didn’t actually do much, and actually you pushed down my anxiety for a bit and honestly it felt great. Plus, you’re in a lot of pain, like, emotionally.”

“What?”

“You didn’t think you were the only one in town with powers right.”

Patton’s mouth just about dropped to the table, but he shook his head, looking up at Virgil. “So what’s your power?”

“I can feel insecurities and heartbreak by touching someone. Weird right? Can’t do much with that, especially since I don’t know why, I just know it’s there. I kinda try to ignore it, but when you touched me yesterday, and today, it was hella strong. So um… if you could like fix the extra anxiety stuff so I don’t think you are gonna kill me every time we are around each other. I’ll listen.”

He couldn’t hide the surprise on his face. Patton had never had someone reach out and just offer to listen. “How do I know you won’t betray me?”

“You don’t, we haven’t really built that trust, but, my address is attached to my library card. So, you know where I live right? You kinda hold all the cards.”

“Why would you even do this? I’m a villain.”

“You’re a vigilante. You should search yourself online sometime. People are talking about how all of the money you steal goes to families in need or community-funded projects. Pretty sure the only people who see you as a villain are the corporate monsters and yourself.”

Patton wasn’t sure when he started crying, but he held out his hand and Virgil gently took it. Back to normal, no excess fear Patton had manufactured.

And Virgil squeezed his hand, continuing to hold it.

“I… I’m here, as long as you need me. Thanks for helping the community.”

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