#(unless they're not realizing he's spiraling and that's why but still)

[bisexualbrainrots]

I haven't felt buck being more infantilized by the writing than now.

like I get some of it. he is impulsive and sometimes says stuff without thinking but c'mon man, he's like 32-33 years old now, somebody should tell him before his spiraling gets out of control (and man, if it isn't already by the way he RAN OUT of flour)

literally just call him you're in your thirties my man

[pillowspace]

HI….👉👈 AM I ALLOWED TO ASK ABOUT YOUR SIBLINGS AU????

sooo so curious if you have an facts or tidbits to share like! whats their dynamic like? is there any Backstory to this oooor just for fun? i am. very very interested ehe

(only if u want to tho!!)

(About this post and this post)

Mmmm! Let me see what I can think of!

Mal's full first name is Maldu. I imagine everyone would call them Mal except for Odile, since she calls Bonnie Boniface, and would presumably call Mal "Maldu."

Mal is like 12-15, I'm not really strict on the exact age. Since Mal would be the second youngest, they would probably like following Bonnie around even if Mal doesn't really know how to "play" or anything. They just kinda... stand there and try to curiously mirror whatever Bonnie does.

Mal is a bit quiet. They can speak, but they don't do so often, and are more likely to speak when they're upset than when they're pleased.

The red star that hangs from their bandana cannot be seen in colour unless Mal is especially upset. Not the most upset of their life like Siffrin, but even just a big cry could cause the star to shine for everyone to see.

Mal is very sensitive and cries easily. Siffrin's grown practiced at calming them down but still gets freaked out by the sudden tears.

Mal likes quietly watching and listening. They enjoy being taught by their allies how to perform certain tasks, and will give that wide-eyed look of a silent "really??" when praised for doing something right. They soak up praise like a sponge due to a perpetual feeling of doing something wrong.

While their right eye spirals, Mal's left iris is entirely white! It's usually covered by the slanted hat, however.

And! I hadn't actually really thought of a backstory until just now, but does this work? I think it maybe could

Siffrin accidentally created Mal through Wish Craft when he had a mental breakdown as a child/teen soon after the northern island's disappearance, though neither of them know this, and they did not meet until a couple years after this happened. Mal's existence slowly came to be with a clear understanding that they existed for a reason, but they weren't sure why. When Siffrin and Mal eventually crossed paths, it was like finding a second half that you hadn't even realized you had lost. Though even after meeting, the two are still unsure of how this happened to begin with. As far as Siffrin's concerned, the two just "clicked," and does not remember the breakdown. Meanwhile Mal's not really sure where they came from or what they are, but they gladly latch onto the protection Siffrin offers.

Mal is simultaneously an extension of Siffrin, and a separate being entirely. Mal was made from Siffrin's soul, even if Siffrin hadn't meant to share himself like that. When one is hurt, the other shares the echoes of their pain. Mal likely severely panicked when Siffrin lost the eye, and the echoing pain in Mal's own head surely didn't help. If ONE panicked kid (Bonnie) wasn't enough, you also get TWO in this AU! Congrats!

Since Mal was created from Siffrin's distraught state, it reflects through Mal in certain ways. How sensitive they are, how timid they are, their unease, their anxiety, etc. Siffrin's helping Mal every step of the way though, and is very protective of them, urging his allies to be gentle with them.

[radiant-reid]

Oh! Okay good so I was thinking about an enemies to lovers blurb where Spencer despises reader and she despises him but they have been hooking up and she’s been avoiding him because she ended up getting 🤰 pregnant

He eventually finds out and then they like talk it out and all that mushy stuff? 💘

this could be a whole series or full length fic

"What's wrong with her?" Spencer finally breaks and asks JJ, looking across the jet at you. You hadn't even glared at him for a few days and he's... well, he'd be worried if he cared about you, but that's something he doesn't feel.

Anyway, it's strange for you to just be sitting there. You're being strange and it's making him feel strange.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe someone she has to spend a lot of time with hates her for no reason," JJ replies sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him.

He scoffs. "It's not like she doesn't feel the same."

"Well, someone felt it first." She says, and Spencer can't tell if he's being scolded.

"And someone initiated the hate sex." Emily jumps into the conversation, taking the seat next to JJ.

His eyes widen at that in shock. "Who told you?"

It's a dumb question, and Emily makes that known. "The only other person in the room when it happened, or so I'm guessing."

He doesn't say anything about how you were begging for it that night, and every night after because he's not a total dick, especially if it's not directly to you.

"She's still being weird." He repeats. "Not that I care. It's offputting weird, not quirky weird." He quickly clarifies.

JJ and Emily share a look, making sure he catches it so he knows how absurd his lie sounds.

"Talk to her then," JJ suggests.

Her words replay in his head the whole way back to Quantico, as he tries to profile you while pretending to be reading.

He can't help but corner you back at the BAU floor, dragging you to the supply closet you've fucked in numerous times.

You don't want to be there, so close to him. "We're not doing this now." You tell him. "I don't want to do this ever again actually."

"That's why you're being weird?" He asks, frowning as he, again, tries to profile you. He has no luck. Damn you for hiding your emotions so well.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Yes, Spencer. Sleeping with you has been so amazing that I'm acting weird because I can't do it again." You answer sarcastically.

It presses his buttons. "Tell me." He demands.

You shake your head, tilting your chin up to try and stop the tears spilling out of your eyes. "No." With that, you push past him, walking out of the closet and leaving him to his confusion and spiraling thoughts.

What he doesn't expect is Penelope pulling him into her Batcave on his walk back to the bullpen. "What's wrong?" He asks, even more alarmed, and hoping she doesn't know as well.

"What do you mean what's wrong?" She asks. It's a tone that wouldn't sound mad to most people, but it's the most frantic Spencer has heard her voice, aside from on the phone during takedowns. "What Y/n just told you is big news. You don't leave someone alone after they tell you they're pregnant unless you're a terrible person. And I don't want to believe that about you."

"She's what?" The sentence is so lightly spoken Penelope wouldn't have caught it has she not needed to stop to take a breath during her ramble.

His whole world stops, and hers does when she realizes the look painted on Spencer's face is pure shock. He doesn't know. And she told him. And he can't keep a single thought in his head for long enough to develop it into words.

"I'll go get her." Penelope decides, feeling awkward and terrible all at once. "Sit down, you look like you're going to faint."

He does what she wants, sitting there in silence until you walk in, cheeks redder than before with clear signs you've been crying.

"Hey." You say, sitting down on the other chair in Penelope's office.

"Is it true?" He asks, needing confirmation, even though he's already convinced.

You sigh. "I mean, you said I was being weird."

He doesn't know what to say, but all he can think about is you. "I didn't-"

"It's fine." You assure him. "I don't expect you to be nice to me."

"I should be." He confesses before he can stop it. "I should have been because you're...great." Just a tiny half-compliment knocks you off guard. "And I wish you didn't look so shocked when I say something nice."

"Sorry." You apologize, biting your bottom lip.

He shakes his head. "I don't want that."

"What do you want?" You ask, seriously confused about what he's wanting. It feels like a mind game, but you're too emotional to be competing with him.

"You." He blurts out. "Not sexually. I- I think you're wonderful, and I've been the absolute worst person so I understand if you don't want anything to do with me."

Despite your state of shock, which might now be permanent, you shake your head. "I do. That wasn't who I was, you have to know that." He nods in assurance. "And this is so unconventional, but there's something between us, right?"

"Absolutely." He agrees, reaching out to touch your hand. "And I think maybe this could work."

You smile for the first time in a week. "Me too."

[purrincess-chat]

Okay, but be self indulgent with me for a minute.

Ladrien almost-kiss in Simon Says, Volpina exacerbates the Ladrien mutual pining, so in early s2 they start dating like maybe the episode before Riposte, he confesses to her. They're dating in Riposte and Gorizilla but like in secret. Eventually, Gabriel finds out Adrien is in love with Ladybug and because he's a shit father, decides to use Adrien as bait to catch Ladybug. Ladybug realizes what's happened and breaks things off with him bc she can't bear putting him in danger.

This happens an episode or two before Frozer, so in Frozer Adrien is still heartbroken, and his confidence is shaken, so he needs Marinette for emotional support when he goes out with Kagami bc he's trying to move on, but it's hard. After Frozer, Kagami is like I'm no one's second choice, boy bye 💅 as she should have, and idk maybe Marinette is still too heartbroken over Adrien too and can't commit to the blue boy either.

So, Marinette decides to just keep it chill for a while and focus on herself, but after Weredad in s3, she's like I can't believe I said i was in love with Chat Noir as if I'd ever hahaha...unless? S3 gives us requited LadyNoir, except things keep getting in their way, so they struggle to be together, then after Chat Blanc happens, and Ladybug sees that their love destroyed everything and got Chat Noir akumatized, she's like mmm better not. Chat Noir is heartbroken, of course, but when Ladybug becomes the new guardian, he realizes that something will always be pulling them apart.

Meanwhile, he's been getting closer to Marinette, and after Weredad, he's like oh, she likes Chat Noir, so he tries to impress her as Chat Noir, but in the end, they realize they're both being selfish and this can't work out either (or whatever the moral of Elation was). So, Adrien is like I'll just have to go after Marinette as Adrien because there are no superhero masks involved, and we can just be two normal kids. But then just when they start to get closer, boom Felix surrenders all the Miraculous to Gabriel, which sends Marinette into her s5 spiral, and she starts avoiding Adrien, he doesn't know why, eventually they figure it out and work through the trauma together, but Gabriel is still a trick ass bitch. Then in the s5 finale, Adrien actually gets to be there and help, and there is a reveal in the end, and they both realize they've been more or less dating each other the whole time on and off, and it's silly and then they makeout while Gabriel gets taken to jail or dies in a corner or something I dunno.

And that's the story of how we could have had all 4 sides be canon before the reveal if the show really wanted to play up the love square instead of whatever the hell they were trying to do with the rivals. The humor of the two of them cockblocking themselves four times, come on.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello again, I'm back with another request though I'm not entirely sure if it counts as an emergency request or not. I'm one of the people who has a request from your notes goal post though and would be happy to DM you if needed though so please just let me know. I have a friend that I've talked to almost every day for years but we also fight a lot. Usually we're able to move past things and talk through them but it also often feels as though I have to comfort him, no matter who's actually at fault (for example, he does something rude to me but when I bring it up he completely spirals and I have to console him) and it was growing tiring so I began to put less effort into our friendship. In truth it feels like we just don't talk as much unless I'm the one bringing something to the table. Lately we've just been fighting more and more until finally he crossed a line and did something that really hurt me. When I brought it up he said he knew it was wrong but also laughed it off with an "apology" (I say "apology" because he was literally laughing while saying sorry) as though it wasn't a big deal. I tried to move on but everything just feels different now, like this isn't just something that can be laughed off. Part of me knows I need to just move on, but it's hard to just drop a friendship when you've spoken with them very day for years, almost like I'm addicted to a person. If possible could you please do something with Ace helping the reader realize the friendship they're in is toxic when they get hurt again after making excuses for the friend for so long, and helping support them through learning to move on? The dynamic between reader and Ace can be romantic or platonic and reader can be gender neutral as I want fics that can help me to also help as many others as possible!

Thank you

- 🌿

I'm so, so, so x1000 sorry this is soooo late!!!!! I finally got my stress down to a manageable level where I can write again. But I still wish it hadn't taken me so long 😭.

Warnings: toxic friendships, GN!Reader, GN!friend, relationship not established (up to interpretation)

Word Count: 1400

     Leaning against the ship’s railing, you stared out at the ocean. Staring out at the ocean was the best part of living on a ship sometimes. The cool ocean breeze, the fresh air, the endless expanse of water stretching out in front of you, the warm sun on your skin. So calming and soothing… and yet, in a sense, it was also why you were so troubled right now. Your best friend was mad at you again. You’d been friends since well before you’d set out to sea, back before you met Ace and joined him on the waters. Even back then, the two of you fought often, sometimes nothing more than petty arguments, sometimes as big as screaming at each other. Back then, your fights were different, yet the outcome was still the same. You would fight, get angry, shout, and then suddenly you’d find yourself trying to comfort them. Giving them a shoulder to cry on, a warm hug and a soft blanket, comforting words and apologies. It didn’t matter who started it, didn’t matter whose fault it was, you always ended up comforting them. 

     The fight this time had been like a lot of yours since you’d started sailing. They wanted you to come back home. “It’s dangerous”, “Aren’t we friends?”, “Is Ace and his crew all you care about?”, “don’t you know what you’re doing? What you are now?”. You understood it was dangerous out here and you understood you were a pirate now, but you loved it out here, loved the sun and the water, loved the people that had become your family. That never seemed to matter to them though. All that seemed to matter was their happiness. 

     You’d slammed the den den mushi down rather hard in your anger, accidentally startling the poor mollusk. Thankfully, you’d only slammed the microphone down, so at least it hadn’t been hurt in your anger, but you still felt bad for scaring the creature. The snail’s frightened eyes had immediately pulled you out of your anger, making you feel guilty and quickly running to get it a snack to cheer it up. Another being that you had to cheer up after your fight with your friend. 

     You nearly jumped out of your skin as you felt a hand on your shoulder, spinning around to see a familiar freckled face looking at you in concern.

     “Hey, you okay? You seemed pretty distracted.” Ace said, his brow furrowed as you put a hand over your heart, trying to calm yourself down.

     “I… yeah, I’m okay. Just… just thinking.” you muttered, turning back to look out at the water, “Staring out at the ocean helps me calm down and think.” 

     “What’s got you so wound up that you need to calm down to think?” Ace asked, leaning with his back to the railing, looking over at you.

     “It’s… it’s…” your hands clenched into fights as you struggled to get the words out. They were your friend, you shouldn’t say anything mean or bad about them, right? You shouldn’t talk about them behind their back like this, right?

     “It’s f/n, isn’t it? Thatch said he heard you shouting in your room and earlier you said you were going to call them today.” Ace said, giving you a sympathetic look. You couldn’t help but hang your head, unable to look him in the eye.

     “We… got into another fight.” you muttered, your voice barely audible.

     “You always do. And in another hour or two you’ll call them back to try and work things out. Then they’ll start blubbering and make you feel terrible, then you’ll have to comfort them, and it’ll end with you apologizing and them ‘apologizing’ and you’ll both say ‘bye, talk to you later’.” Ace said, rolling his eyes. You looked up at him, your brow furrowed slightly.

     “I… that’s… that’s not true. I…”

     “It is true and you know it. Hell, you know it, I know it, Marco knows it, fuck, even Stefan knows this! This happens every time. You fight, you get angry, you calm down, you talk, they act like the victim, you make them feel better, and you part.” Ace said a little roughly. You flinched slightly as you looked away. Had you really done this so many times that Ace knew how things would go? Were they really so bad that you were so predictable? “The one time things didn’t go like this, you were so hurt that you barely said a word for a week! Fuck, did they ever even apologize for that? And not some bullshit apology like ‘oh gee, I’m sorry, that’s my bad, ha ha ha.’” Ace said mockingly, giving a rather bad impersonation of your friend while giving the dumbest face. You couldn’t stop the small smile on your face at his impression, finding it amusing how stupid Ace was making your friend sound.

     “They… they uh… they apologized… Sort of. I mean, they did sort of laugh it off, but they sounded sort of apologetic. And I mean, they-” “No!” your eyes widened as Ace cut you off.

     “No, that’s not an apology. Not ‘sort of laughed it off’, not ‘sort of apologetic’. Either they apologized or they half-assed things to make you think they apologized so you wouldn’t leave. You don’t ‘sort of’ apologize after hurting someone like that.” Ace said sternly, giving you a hard look.

     “No, it’s fine, really. I’m… I’m sure that they meant it a-” “Stop!” Ace had pushed himself away from the railing this time.

     “Stop defending them, stop making excuses, stop… this! They’re manipulating you so that you won’t leave them. They’re making you feel guilty so that you feel like you need to apologize. That way, when you ‘work things out’, they don’t actually have to try and do better. They’re making themselves out to be the victim so that you think they’re a good friend to stay by your side. You don’t need them! No, you know what, you don’t just not need them, you need to stay away from them! I tried to keep my damn mouth shut, but I can’t watch this ship wreck any longer! Y/n, you’re one of the people I care about most in the world. You’re important to me, so please, believe me when I say that you need to cut your ‘friend’ off like a diseased hand!” Ace said, grabbing your shoulders roughly as he stared into your eyes.

     For a moment, all you could do was stand there and stare at him. Part of you knew he had a point. Your friend was being terrible to you, but part of you couldn’t face that, couldn’t admit that the person who had been your friend for so long was treating you so terribly. You couldn’t just cut them off like that! They’d never talk to you again! Seeing the conflicted look in your eyes, Ace sighed.

     “Listen, I know it’s hard to believe, but I swear, I’m not lying. They’re a piece of shit. If you don’t believe me, ask the others. Marco, Izou, Pops, and Vista all know what’s been going on, ask any of them, they’ll agree with me. Hell, explain things to the others and they’ll probably agree with me too!” Ace offered, a slightly desperate look in his eyes. He needed you to see what was happening, needed you to finally realize that you didn’t need your so-called ‘friend’. You could feel yourself start to tremble as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. He was right, you knew he was right, but facing that, admitting that, had you feeling like you would crumble. In an instant, Ace had his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

     “Come on, you’ve been the comforter for long enough, you need to be the comfortee this time.” Ace said softly, making you chuckle slightly at his word choice.

     “The comfortee?” you asked with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around him, allowing him to comfort you.

     “Yes, the comfortee. You know, the person being comforted, like carrier and carried. I’m the comforter and you’re the comforteed.” He reasoned, making you start laughing.

     “Alright, I’ll be the comfortee this time.” you said, relaxing in his hold. Maybe he had a point, maybe you needed to remove your ‘friend’ from your life… and maybe you needed to be the ‘comfortee’ for once.

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

GG wrapped 12

Song 12: Best by Gracie Abrams

(another different format than I usually do)

Dear Josh,

Hi. Hey. Hi Josh. Hi.

I've been thinking about you a lot lately. And I can't talk to anyone about it. Or maybe I don't want to.

I think the only person I could talk to about you... is you. And I can't do that for obvious reasons. Well, obvious to me. It can't be obvious to you because you forgot, which is the obvious thing, and now we're in this whole kind of spiral thing where it just goes around and around like a... spiral.

I did some crazy things. Crazier than getting a bottle out of a trash can or going through your trash or everything that happened the night we broke up.

I realize you might not have known about the trash thing, but I'm just gonna move past that. 

You might be wondering why, in the aftermath of all of the things that have happened since the night we broke up, why am I thinking about you. Maybe it's because I miss when things were much easier and, whether you believe it or not, that was a much easier time.

Or maybe it has more to do with the fact that I lost my memories recently. Of the whole summer. I realize I actually don't know how much you forgot and I never will. I know the night we broke up is mostly a blur and I know you remember that we dated and that I lied.

Since coming back I've been almost bored out of my mind. I've lost so much weight, but also my whole appetite? I don't know what I'm doing. I feel like everyone keeps thinking they're presenting me with opportunities to 'come back' and I keep missing or not taking them. And somehow, through all this weirdness, the weirdest thing is that I've felt you here the whole time. Everything seems to come back to the semester we met. And it's my own fault, it's the things I did that made it this way, but it makes me think of you and it's like you're here.

I guess that's why I can't talk to Zach about this. If Zach was talking to me that is. Anyway, I realized I don't really have much to say about you, rather, things I want to say to you. Um, so, I guess, that's what this is.

I must have lied straight to your face twenty times a day. And like how can you lie that much to someone while still thinking you love them? While wanting them to believe that you love them? I get so mad at Zach for withholding things from me and lying to me. And he's doing that for things far more serious than I was. He'll do it if he thinks it'll keep me safe; even if it makes me hate him a little bit. The stakes are high. What was I lying to you for? Fun? Like scratching an itch. Like you were my little strange addiction.

And you still tried to stay after you found out I lied. Sure, you wanted me to explain and I lied some more, but then you followed me anyway. On a forklift. Against what you thought were kidnappers. I guess highly trained operatives are actually worse than run of the mill kidnappers. Although the kidnappers being run of the mill is really an assumption and what would it even mean to be a run of the mill kidnapper? It's not like that's a serious profession. Unless it is

I don't know, Josh. I've always done the on my own thing. My instinct is to isolate myself. It's why I'm called the chameleon, not that you knew that about me. And there you were, showing me, at the end but also throughout our relationship, that you would have stood by me and I just- couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to not hide from you, too. In my defense, clearly I wouldn't have been able to tell you much since you did end up having your memory wiped. But we never really had a chance. And that's kind of on me.

I'm sorry. I'm sure it feels like I played with your feelings. And maybe I did. I wish you knew that was never my intention. 

We were too different if you look at the larger picture. But if you looked at just Josh and Cammie, I don't think we were half bad. I wish we'd had a chance. A real chance. I'm glad that you and I happened and I wish you knew I do regret how I handled it. I'd hope you could forgive me, if you ever got to know all this. Because I bet you resent me. I would. It wasn't really your style, but no one is perfect. I'd resent me, resent all of it, so it's not like I could blame you. But maybe someday we could look back on what happened and agree maybe we weren't terrible. Maybe we were just fifteen.

I'm not saying any of this as an excuse. I promise I haven't forgotten my fault in all of this. And I mean look at me now. I'm alone, sitting here, in what is supposed to be my home with my best friends and my boyfriend and I'm writing a letter to my ex boyfriend that no one is ever gonna see but me. And I don't blame them either, not really. Since you I've messed up with a lot of people in my life. All of my self-control kind of got difficult I guess. 

I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I know and I'm sorry. Josh, you're the worst of my crimes. They all started with you and you were completely innocent. You fell hard for a girl you thought you knew and I wasn't even her. And then you saw me with Zach and I'm sure it felt so weird. Like a punch to the gut in the form of me just waving a new guy around like 'good riddance!'.

I never was the best to you. I'm sorry.

I never was. And I'm sorry. But I'm trying to be better. I just wanted to tell somebody that I'm trying. Someone who won't tell me that I'm not or that it's not enough.

[mintys-musings]

Seeking Warmth (Adonis Otogari x Chubby!AMAB!Reader)

👉👈 please take this offering i wrote while v sleepy. adonis is part of the gives good head gang he just doesnt do it often unless you ask or he feels like it.

Summary: After a call with your boyfriend's mother, you wonder if you're worth his time. He shows you that you are worth more than you could imagine.

Tags: Chubby!Reader :3, reader is anxious/insecure, reader also has a dick, praise, body worship, blowjobs (reader receiving), beginning of thigh fucking at the end

Word Count: 2080

NSFW under cut~

Rhythmic pitter patter of heavy rainfall against glass panes nearly lulled you to sleep as you half-sprawl on the couch. The smell of warm stew still lingered after you and Adonis had finished eating, and you can hear him washing up the dishes used.

The stew sat in your stomach pleasantly warm. It was delicious— having been made with the joint love and effort between you and your boyfriend, and instructed by his mother over video chat.

While you appreciated her recipe immensely, another thing sat in your stomach after you two had finished cooking.

Doubt.

You were so lost in the memory of the call and if you had made a good impression that you didn't realize Adonis had sat on the couch next to you. At least, not until he had pulled you onto his lap.

With a soft laugh, you two exchanged a tender kiss as he settled down flat against the couch, effectively having trapped you in his arms. In contrast to the cold air from the rainy weather, he was like a human heating pad.

"Sorry to leave you with all the dishes, babe." You sighed.

"It's okay. I don't mind doing them."

A beat of silence.

"... You think your mom likes me?"

"What?"

"You know..." You trailed off, unable to look Adonis in the eye. "I'm just worried. What if she doesn't like me. Maybe she thought I talked too much on call or maybe I did a bad job following instructions or she thinks I'm clumsy because I spilled the peppercorns or—"

Your spiralling thoughts were halted with a kiss, a calloused hand cupping your face.

"My Heart, I'm sure she adores you." His gaze was sweet like honey as he stroked your cheek. "You are a darling. I can't imagine anyone disliking you."

And while you were sure he was sincere, your self doubting thoughts had continued to spill from your lips.

"But Adonis..." You whine softly. "I'm sure your mother has expectations of who you'd date... What if I'm not up to her standards. I-I mean. You're a popular idol and everything. And she understands the industry as well. Like... She knows you might not look good with someone... like me."

The words flew out faster than you could really think and you're not sure if you made any sense. You just knew you felt awful.

"I'm not idol levels of good looking. I'm pretty pudgy, especially next to you. I don't even have that much of a personality."

Adonis took a while to respond. The silence made you even more nervous. His hand moved from your cheek down to your waist to hoist you up a little so his amber eyes could examine your face properly.

"But, My Heart... You're you." He was a bit baffled you could even say such things about yourself. His eyebrows furrowed a little. "I love you. I love every aspect of you. You make me happy. I'd think my own mother would want me with someone who makes me smile."

His lips pressed against your lips, then your cheek, your chin, your jaw.... His arms squeezed you gently in his grasp as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. He took a deep breath to inhale the scent of your bodywash and the fennel and pepper that lingered against your skin.

"As for others... They're not the ones with you, are they? I don't think they have a say on who I love," he pointed out. "... And finally..."

You were taken by surprise as Adonis sat you two up and kissed you deeply. When he pulled away, he had a stern look on his face you rarely saw from him.

"My Heart, why are you so mean to yourself?" He muttered, holding your soft body close to his own. "I love you. You're a gem of a person. You're funny. Kind...."

He listed more traits he loves about you down to the smallest of actions. The most human ones. The ones that no one would care about or find mundane. He held you close to keep you from squirming away as he knows you'd rather retreat than take a compliment. His hands caressed your sides as his lips trailed down your neck down to your shoulders.

Your eyes were wide. Your face felt warm as he showered you with both compliments and just general observations about you. It was hard to deny how much he loved you when he took the time to remember the smallest of details.

"I think you're handsome." He stared right into your eyes as he said this so you could see just how truthful he was being. "You may not see it yourself, but I can assure you I adore every one of your features." He punctuated the last few words with kisses around your face and to your sternum.

His hands travelled up your shirt, squeezing gently at the fat of your sides. "Of course, our physiques are rather different... But what's wrong with that?"

Your comment on your own body confused Adonis the most.

"People come in all shapes. That's the beauty of it." It was the simplest thought in the world to him. "You're still you regardless of your shape. Why wouldn't I love you as you are currently?"

He looked to you for permission as he gripped the hem your shirt.

You nodded.

Your shirt came off in an instant and you were pushed back onto the couch.

Adonis started at your squishy arms, lovingly squeezing them and pressing kisses down each. His long lashes brushed against your skin the further he pressed his face against you.

Sometimes too quiet to hear, sometimes clear, he whispered affirmations into your skin with every soft kiss. His hands moved from your arms to your stomach. He was gentle in his touch as he ran his palms along your figure. His lips followed.

The two of you were otherwise silent for the most part as Adonis gave each inch of your body attention. He was all too determined to show you that he adored you as is.

You weren't sure how to react. You felt overwhelmed with affection from your dear boyfriend. You felt reassured. Your insecurities felt so small now. Yet you felt so flustered, mouth agape, and soft gasps leaving you whenever Adonis's fingers pressed or his teeth grazed against more sensitive spots.

He paid extra special attention to your stomach, kissing it and nipping at the skin with a smile. "I really like this part, you know? A nice bit to hold on to when we sleep..." He chuckled as he squeezed your sides. "Especially when you stretch and your shirt pulls up. So I see the bottom of your tummy peeking out..." He kissed right below your belly buttom, causing you to squeak lightly.

Your body grew warm as his head dipped lower and lower. And the effect of his kisses didn't go unoticed from the man himself.

"May I?" His voice was hoarse with desire as he pulled at the waistband of your pants.

"G-go on." You almost surprised yourself by speaking.

Adonis peeled your pants and underwear off of you. He had a small smile on his face seeing you so vunerable under him.

"You're stunning..."

His head immidiately started to dip down to the newly exposed skin to give it the attention it deserved as you tried to make yourself comfortable. You couldn't recall if Adonis had ever gone down on you. But then again, you two had rarely gotten intimate in the first place.

He went as far as to kiss each of your calves and squish your plump thighs lovingly. "Your legs have a beautiful shape. And they feel nice to hold..." His large hands move under your thighs to squeeze the fat of your ass. "And right here... It feels very nice against me whenever we've made love."

The mere memory of all those nights made Adonis's face feel warm. His tongue darted out and trailed a thin line up your inner thigh. As he got closer and closer to your pelvis, he lapped at your skin more in bold strokes, massaging your thighs as he settled between them.

You hissed as his mouth engulfed the tip of your stiff cock. He took his sweet time lavishing his tongue over your entire length, mouthing over the sides and letting his saliva run down the shaft.

Your hips were pinned down by his strong arms so you couldn't just buck into his inviting mouth. You could only watch as Adonis buried your cock into his mouth at a pace he deemed fit.

He kept his eyes on you, making sure you were comfortable with what he was doing. He had one hand on your base, pumping in time with the movements of his mouth. The other hand busied itself with playing with your thigh as if it was a stress toy. His thumb dragged circles along your inner thigh as his eyes fluttered shut to really concentrate on going sucking you off. Adonis has never looked hotter.

You thread your fingers through his hair and whimper. You could feel yourself twitching in his mouth as you squirmed. You couldn't exactly move, of course, but you couldn't help your body's reactions.

"Adonis~" You moaned as he ran his tongue over your leaking tip.

"Mmm?" The low sound he made sent ripples of pleasure down your cock. He was so focused on drawing out more sounds from you, sinking his head down to take you in entirely.

You gasped and moaned and whined and Adonis bobbed his head up and down. The sounds that came from his actions alone drove you mad. Not to mention the sight...

Your boyfriend was never one to half-ass anything or do something without putting his best effort in. Right now was no exception. His tongue swirled around you generously, lapping up any precum coming out of your tip. He was on a damn mission to make you come.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you as he worked his magic. Eventually he had let go of you enough so you could rut into his awaiting mouth. And he took it like a champ. It was just too hot to have Adonis in such a postion. You couldn't help but let moan after moan tumble out as you thrust upward.

Spit dribbled out the sides of his mouth as he tried to find a comfortable way to lay while you bucked up into him. Adonis was more than happy to have you reacting in such a way, moaning just as much as you were. He loved you. He loved seeing you lose yourself in pleasure. He even pushed himself down to the hilt so he could nuzzle his nose against your pelvis. It was enough to make you burst.

Cum floodded his mouth and Adonis held you down once more while he gulped it all down. You were a whimpering, drooling mess under him, but he was no better.

He refused to remove his mouth from you until you had fully softened, breathing slowly through his nose while he nuzzled lovingly against you. Once he deemed you were done, he slowly released you from his mouth, earning a little whimper from you. You immidiately missed the warmth.

Adonis pulled you into a tight embrace, laying on the couch to act as the big spoon. He gave you a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he held you dearly.

"I hope you know I love you." His words were barely above a whisper.

"I do," you said, "And I love you too."

You could feel him smile against you as he cuddled you. His body made up for the loss of warmth from his mouth. Though, you can feel how hard he was straining in his pants.

"... Adonis..."

He pressed himself further against you as if he knew what you were about to ask. You reach back and pull him out of his sweatpants and boxers to stroke him. He was hard and he twitched as soon as your palm made contact his shaft.

"Please," he whimpered. "E-even just here... I... I got excited while sucking you off."

He lifted one of your thighs a little and slotted his cock between them, squeezing them back together with a small groan.

You didn't even have time to verbally respond before he started to move.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

[Ambrose (derogatory)] anon here (rofl I'm glad you liked that)

I think it's also up to interpretation a bit how old YW is. I mean it's assumed (because of the target demographic) they're like elementary/middle school age ofc. But at Merle's age anything under 50 could be 'young' imo (and they have to call them something, so 🤷).

Do I think YW is in their mid-40s? Probably not lol but they could at least be a young adult (unless there's some canon confirmation I'm forgetting. Which I totally could be XD)

Are there some more capable adults he could get to help? Probably. But that actually leads me to another Thought which is the book of secrets. Clearly it says something about YW being destined to save the spiral yada yada so maybe by default Ambrose trusts and relies on them even when they're not the best equipped - but maybe that's literally WHY the book of secrets says that, because it knows he's gonna put all his eggs in one basket and not bother to get support from anyone else. So it ends up that. Yeah. YW is the one who goes through all this. Thanks for the trauma bro /j

Anyway I do like the idea of the protagonist jumping in and wanting to be the hero (and also being ready to throw down with anybody) because I feel like it fits with the generally helpful but also somewhat chaotic and morally dubious image they've cultivated over their journey. If Ambrose seemed less like he didn't give a fuck (not just about YW but all death students, etc) it'd be a much better dynamic

but we were robbed

(here's hoping some fic writer revamps his character to the wise and supportive headmaster the students deserve)

FIRST OFF YAY IM GLAD I DIDNT SCARE YOU OFF

And that's definitely a good point with how the Wizard's age comes into play! I think the most heinous thing that stands out about canon is that the Wizard is assumed to be a child - probably because the game is geared towards younger kids and most of the fandom by that time WERE young kids, AND the Wizard was essentially supposed to be YOU or an insert that represented you. Also even canon, up until arc 2 or 3, even comments on how young the Wizard is constantly. So it's the fact that an adult person is taking advantage of and using a CHILD and putting them in dangerous situations. For the greater good? Yeah!!! But that's still a little kid. That's the part that kinda stands out when it comes to Ambrose's treatment of the Wizard. A child has no autonomy in a situation when pitted against an adult, a child doesn't know any better to realize what's happening, the child isn't mature enough to have the words or know the actions to stand up for themselves. Combined with the fact that the child is in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar stranger telling them to do things, the child is the completely vulnerable party in this scenario.

If the Wizard was a young adult by the time they were recruited by Ambrose, most of that would be gone. There would still be a power imbalance (Ambrose being the Headmaster and unofficial mentor of the Wizard, who has power and influence over the City guard vs. the Wizard who is just an apprentice with no societal standing or knowledge of the aspiral yet) but AT LEAST an adult would (hopefully) be better equipped to handle themselves. An adult would most likely recognize what's really going on, what the situation is, and is able to rationalize and plan accordingly.

AND YEAH GOOD QUESTION ABOUT THE OTHER CAPABLE ADULTS because yes. Yes there are. There are infinite other choices Ambrose could have chosen before the Young Wizard. At least, for a lot of other issues that don't include saving the Spiral. Like you said Ambrose likes putting all his eggs in a basket and if he can kill multiple birds with one stone, he will. Since the Wizard is already here and the BOS said they were the chosen savior, there's no need to worry about the Other Guys!

Although imo the only way this eager Wizard AU could work in Ambrose's favor if he was like, actually shown to care about the Young Wizard's wellbeing despite his inability to help. It wouldn't be enough for Ambrose to just sit back and do nothing even in his old age when The Wizard is still essentially in danger (despite being eager to put themselves in that position in the first place), I would actually have to see Ambrose take whatever action he could in order for this dynamic to feel more equal and wholesome. Does Ambrose send other companions to help the Wizard out? Does Ambrose sit the Wizard down and gently explain although he appreciates the help, he expects the Wizard to be careful? Does Ambrose use his position of power to help take the load off the Wizard's shoulders every now and then? Does Ambrose take time out of his day to simply have tea with the Wizard and check in on them outside of any Spiral business?

Even if Ambrose was too old to do things himself, he still could do other things to make sure the Wizard was safe, especially if the Wizard was exhibiting some self-destructive behavior. It isn't enough that he's just too old; taking actions to ensure the Wizard's safety and little acts of service that ensures the Wizard KNOWS that they are cared for and loved - THAT'S my ideal Ambrose and Wizard relationship. A bond that feels true and a relationship that's equal where it's less "old man uses child" and "two partners who are in this together". The last part of your ask PERFECTLY captures this that Ambrose needs to SHOW his love and care and protection for the Wizard, not just to say it every once in a while. This is a genius ask and a genius AU you've come up with anon

[cartooncadet666]

TW: Smoking ⚠⚠⚠(tiny bit)

"Lemon Boy and me started to get along together..." "I helped him plant his seeds and we mowed the lawn in bad weather..."

"It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him."

"So I got myself a citrus friend."

-> The only reason he smokes is when he just has pent up rage bottled up, he doesn't wanna blow up on anyone anymore. This post isn't meant to be anything harmful, I was being emo, so don't take it seriously..

So far, he's just regretting the stuff he did in the past and suffered through, so he actively participates in things so he could forget about it, because unfortunately for Skeebs in this au, society took his transition as a way to force toxic masculinity onto him and pressure him to bottle stuff up. That plus with the very bad "Heebo Scared-O" headline that haunts him and Echos were also blamed for the disappearance of yellow ones, hence why he bullies Pac, it's not his hatred for yellow ones, its the way society had hurt his kind for something that was never their fault.

Pac never hated him, Cyli is still upset for not being saved while also not realizing it was a trauma response (he doesn't blame her but he's upset she won't at least listen to him), Spiral currently has mixed feelings about him no matter how many times he wants to hate him, SHERRI knows he's an Echo AND everything he went through so she feels TERRIBLE, and literally everyone he bonded with in the Nether (Specter, Buttocks, Sue and Mavis, Ogle and Fred included, etc.) are really mad that this is happening to him and that they have more empathy for him since they're the "bad guys" and Skeebo's own people are mentally cruel to him, the rest of his friends don't know because they either don't care (Tryisa and Lucas) or don't know (literally everyone else).

In conclusion, Skeebo is suffering very badly, but will he talk about it?

No, he won't.

Unless of course..

Someone decides to speak up..

[dreaming-marchling]

Have you ever thought about how things could have gone if Brian said yes in "marked in trust" to calling for Dom for his release the second time he went to juvie?

" “You tell anyone about this stuff? Like, do you have some list you have to inform?” Brian asked.

Courtney shook her head, “I assume you mean outside of the government? No, I don’t. And because you’ll be eighteen I can’t talk to anyone about your release unless you sign a consent form. I have them handy, is there someone you’d like me to call?”

“No.” "

Honestly, I've never thought about it until this moment lol!

My first thoughts:

I think saying yes would have been an impulse that Brian would quickly regret. I'm picturing him so sick with nerves over it that he's not sleeping, not eating, just completely ridden with anxiety. He doesn't know what he actually wants Dom's response to be.

Show up? Brian isn't even sure if he wants to go back to the house with him. He's just realized he's in love and that's terrifying. He should get as far away from Dom as possible for both their sake so why did he say yes???

Not show up? Dom's decided he's not worth the trouble. He's a fuck up, he doesn't deserve to come home. That's... also terrifying?

In the middle of all that angst he's now having to deal with the idea that maybe he doesn't want or need to run but if he doesn't want those things anymore then who is he and what is his life?

Obviously Dom does show up, probably in the Supra like Brian dreamt . Except he's picking up a Brian totally shattered not by having been in juvie again but having spent all that time spiraling with no comfort and no one to talk him down. I'm envisioning that he's just totally made himself sick with this.

He loves Dom - can't lash out at him, can't be like Earl

He loves Dom - can't go near him, can't let him touch Brian, that'll only make this worse.

So Brian's totally stuck still in that spiral even at home because what is he supposed to do??? And they don't get the problem either. Is it because of juvie? Something that happened while he was in there? Because Earl showed up? So they're trying to get him to talk about it and reassuring him that Earl can't come back and meanwhile it's actually that Brian's realized he's in love with Dom and that is Unsafe for all involved.

Whoever pries it out of him and realizes the situation is like oh wow.

Hopefully that's something like what you were thinking :)

Thank you for asking!! This was fun!

[eyndr-stories]

Across The World C1 - The Beginning

Summary:

The gods of this world are ancient, most of them forgotten, or nearly so. Nomen has been taught not to make deals with any old gods, should they be unlucky enough to come across one. However, when their little brother Maribus stumbles into mortal peril, they find they have no real choice but to accept the trials of one such god in order to save him.

This is an original story written by yours truly! I started writing this back at the very start of 2021 when I had a particularly wild and extremely vivid dream. This story is heavily based on said dream! This dream is also why I strongly distrust bunny mascots / anthro rabbits lmao but anyhoo, I think i've improved as a writer since this so the quality may or may not be quite on par with my other stories. I also had some help from my cool aunt Kerry with editing this, so if there's anything amiss here we can totally blame her lmao

That all being said, I do still like this story, and I hope you will too!! Enjoy <3

Things To Know:

major character death (its okay though, they live lol)

blood and violence

happy ending

protag (Noman) is nonbinary and referred to with they / them pronouns

first person POV

8 chapters in total, about 13,000 words in total. So roughly 1600 words a chapter. Lil bite sized chappys!

No swear words used, somehow

(lmk if i should add anything, i can't think of anything else)

Ao3 link here

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

C1 - The Beginning

     Perched precariously at the end of the world, my home was a very cold place to those who don't live there. It featured a steep staircase that spiraled down beside the face of a jagged cliff to an endless expanse of ice. To me any my neighbors, it was warm, made so by the people who lived there. We were always celebrating or giving a lending hand when needed. We learned long ago the need to keep each other warm.

     My brother was like our home; cold on the outside, but kind within. Maribus was achingly shy, never speaking unless spoken to and always keeping a wide distance from the people around him. But beneath his cold exterior was an eager mind and a gentle heart, especially with our mother, who had a way of melting his anxieties.

     Today was no exception as we happily sat with her at the front of the crowd, watching the parade. It was a celebration, of course. Every sturdy storefront had been painted a rainbow of colors. Flags and streamers fluttered everywhere and marvelous floats moved through the streets while performers ran into the crowds with bags of candy and small toys for everyone to share. Everyone was bundled up in colorful scarves and blankets, sipping big mugs of hot cocoa to keep warm.

     A flock of well-trained birds swooped into the crowd, their feathers a deep dazzling blue. My brother grabbed my arm, pointing excitedly at the birds. "Look Nomen! Those are dirodopafowel! They're very rare. Aren't they cool??"

     They were certainly very cool looking, even if I'd immediately forgotten their name. I snapped a picture with my camera just as Maribus leaned into the frame, making a silly face. I laughed and moved to show my brother the picture, but his attention was already elsewhere because at that moment, the star of the parade was making his way down the street on a float shaped like pillars of ice. It glittered in the setting sun, constellation patterns etched in lights along the sides.

     “It’s him!! I can’t believe it’s really him!!” Maribus yelled excitedly.

     “Easy, love,” Our mother smiled and patted his shoulder.

     I studied the man. He was the reason for this whole parade. I'd been told he had crafted a suit that allowed him to survive on the ice. He was here to explore the unknown, to chart past the edge of the world. As the float moved past us, I got a great look at what I realized was one of the most awkward men I'd ever seen in my life. This was the person that would transcend the limits of all people?

     "Make sure you take his picture, okay?" Maribus commanded.

     I tried to be more enthusiastic as my brother jumped up and down and waved at his hero. The man looked uncomfortable as he nodded and waved back, then stared straight ahead as though he'd rather be anywhere else.

     The float stopped in front of town hall. This was the building everyone had to go through to get to the ice. The man looked relieved as he climbed off the float and greeted our mayor, a tall, confidant woman. She turned to the crowd and gave a short speech, something about history being made, but I'd already zoned out. The adventurer smiled briefly before heading inside the building to suit up. We cheered, though I wasn't sure why since we wouldn't be able to see him actually step out onto the ice.

     My brother, with a huge grin and pleading eyes, turned to me and asked, "You got the picture, right??"

     Ah, shoot. Like our mother always said, I'm great to trust with secrets because I can't ever remember anything anyone says to me. While others saw this forgetfulness as the bane of my existence, I liked to see it as a good thing. I had cultivated a boldness, as though my poor memory was part of the plan all along. So technically, I did forget to take a picture of the adventurer for my brother, however, I had a better idea.

     "Not yet my man, because you're getting a picture with him."

     And sure, while my brother looked terrified of having a human interaction, I knew in the long run he would thank me. See what I mean? A good thing after all. I grabbed his hand and we snuck behind town hall, climbing through a not-so-secret hole in the otherwise solid barrier. For a moment, we clung to the wall and each other at the dizzying sight of a white sky and a steep drop into a foggy abyss below. We took a deep, cold breath and followed the long, winding staircase. Down, down, down, away from the sky, then through the thick fog until, with a thud, our feet landed on a heated pier.

   The fog was still thick as we walked the length of the pier and only thinned once we made it to the gate at the end of things. At least that's what it felt like as we stood and stared, our breath puffing into the air. We were at the end of the world. Neither of us had ever been this close to the ice that had defined our entire lives in this small town. The ice almost seemed to have its own language as it crackled and shifted, the sound of it made large and deep as it echoed unimpeded for great lengths. The expanse of ice was so large and infinite, it was like looking at a desert or an ocean. To my brain, it was impossible and beautiful. It was also cold as all f-

     “Excuse me, I need to get by.”

    We spun around, jumping at the voice of the very man we were waiting on. I admit, the suit was pretty impressive and complicated up close, intimidating even.

     "Brother. I mean... sorry, my brother, Maribus, would like to get a picture with you. He's a big admirer of yours, would you mind? We'll be quick."

     “Fine, fine, but hurry." The man spoke impatiently. "I need to be out there before it turns dark.”

     I looked down at my brother, who stood speechless and unmoving. He couldn’t take his eyes off the suit. I gently pushed him toward the man. "Go on, it'll be alright."

     My poor brother looked liked the chill had gotten to him. He stared at me numbly.

     “He’s just shy and such a huge fan,” I explained as I focused the camera on the two of them. “He wants to explore just like you, when he gets older.”

     “Is that right?” The man looked down at him, not unkindly. I capture my brother staring open-mouthed at the adventurer as he said, “Perhaps we'll meet again... on the other side.”

     Then he moved passed us, pushing the gate open and climbing down the ladder, landing with a clunky jump to the crackling ice. He held up a hand in farewell, then turned and disappeared into the fog that was quickly rolling back in. It was much thicker than before, and I worried we wouldn't be able to see the steps leading us back to civilization.

     I took my brother's hand. "Come on, let's get out of here before mom realizes something's up."

     My brother jerked his hand away and covered his face. "Why couldn't I talk to him? What's wrong with me??"

     "Aw, Mar…" I had never seen him this mortified or angry with himself. It felt like my heart was cracking the way the ice was.

     “Hey.” I pulled his hands away from his face and squeezed them in mine. “Nothing is wrong with you, got that? You were just nervous. It's a really big deal meeting someone you look up to. Anyway would feel that way.”

     We climbed the staircase in silence. These were the times I wished I could be as soothing as our mother. I never knew the right things to say or do to ease the coldness that could sometimes grip Maribus so tight that he closed himself off until no one could reach him.

     When we got home, he ran to our shared room and slammed the door. My mother glanced over, a question in her eyes, but I shook my head. It wasn't until later that night when I was helping her with the chores that we talked.

     “Your brother hardly touched his dinner. I even made his favorite soup.”

     I sighed. “Well... we sort of snuck over the wall behind town hall to take a picture with the explorer on the pier.”

     “WHAT?!” Mother nearly knocked over the mop bucket.

      I strategically moved out of her reach. “We made it back didn't we? It’s fine. But he got tongue-tied as usual and is super embarrassed and maybe feels like he messed up his one chance to talk with his hero.”

     “Never again. Do you understand me Nomen??" Mother's voice was low and hard. "Never again do you go out there. Especially not with your little brother.”

     I tried for nonchalance, even though inside I was shaken by how angry she sounded. “Okay, okay, never again.”

     When I finally turned in for the night, my brother was already in his bed with the covers pulled over his head. I hoped he was sleeping and not reliving his lost chance. I climbed as quietly as I could into my own bed and, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.

     My dreams were troubling. My brother was curled up, frozen on the ice and I couldn't reach him no matter how desperately I tried. A full moon hung over him and when I focused on it, I realized it wasn't actually a moon at all, but an eye staring back at me. I stumbled backwards when the eye spoke. “Go to the pier if you wish to save him.”

     As the eye closed, my world went dark.

     My own eyes flew open as I sat up in bed, panicked and sweaty. The dream felt so real, and I shivered when I noticed how quiet the house was. A sheet had tangled around my legs and I kicked at it as I stumbled from my bed, crossing the room to where my brother was sleeping. I just needed to see for myself that he was okay. With a shaky hand I drew his blanket down to find only his pillow.

     My brother was gone.

[maneaterwithtail]

Okay, this is a crazy thought, but what if it might be directed or centered on Kevin?Or Neil or the abuser that the person has an issue with, but it very much is the PO.V.That they're struggling against of the victim

I'm asking this because of something.I think that's rather important

Well it's true that we see a lot of the sitcom happen When kevin is there and allison is not

Is allison having to go back and break the sitcom with Kevin.

Kevin never sees reason out of this.

That confrontation wasn't necessary for kevin. That was about her.

Same for when follows neil. Only the her is Patty post shaking by Allison and Tammy and the attack.

Again, there are elements of even sitcom.Kevin that do not match the formula he references.

I'm also okay.Let me make something clear.The emotional abuse was always emotional abuse as was the mental stuff and the financial

We do see elements of physical violence in terms of what he does But it is a deliberate , minimal tool in his bag of tricks

His number one thing is making sure he charms everyone around them And keeps that charm up sort of while he's emotionally abusive

That isn't to say he hasn't threatened undermined.Or belittled her before. We literally see that.

But it's rare he is physical because he makes sure not to be. See advice to Sam.

He's building what little social cache.He has in order to get people on side to win the argument before it starts.So he plays into her own weaknesses.So she'll surrender before she can get a resolved to follow through

Please note his first move isn't to start moving forward to her and loom at her.It's to pull away sit down and speak low and passive aggressive aggressive and passively and undermine her

The physical threatening dominant stuff. It's slightly unusual, but it's not dependent on anything.She really does so much as whatever when he's feeling at the time.

And I don't think she always saw him this way. so much as she felt this way when she wasn't under his direct sway and it grew and grew.

Kevin knows to play to a crowd or to get the crowd to do most of the dirty work. He knows how to play to her own psychological weaknesses. So no I think this was a particular development in the degradation of their relationship or the clarity of her vision and resolve.

But it's also clear that the sick Communist only keeps up. Just because Kevin feels he's on top and getting his way. Or else things can move to where he becomes threatening. And the thing is, she realizes at the very least, start of series. She can't control that at the very least.He's not listening to when he's headed for cliff.And once he tumbles down he's going to take her or take it out on her.

The reason why Is that I think key it's a very real development

As opposed to just a revelation

I suppose it's entirely possible that kevin never really dressed himself or tied his own shoes. And his constant use of his wife, for all of these things and her absence revealed more and more of his exploit. Ation, especially as he spread it out to the rest of the group. And tried to make a replacement which was already hesitant, but once she got enough confirmation, both in how she was treated. How do you treated his friends? And then how the x testified knew to run.

But that feels unreal and more of the sitcom unraveling

I do think it is key that the guy is in fact starting to break down without his wife. Again?Still an abusive piece of work?Who she absolutely has the right to leave and does have to

But just as it's proven , she can literally tell him she is getting a divorce and walk out the door in the most hellish framing ever. It's also proven that gas.He is deeply dependent on her to the point that he starts spiraling without her has to make a replacement and when that no longer is the case completely self destructs.

That is unless we're going to say that she calculated.And he drove him to suicide because if this was always the case then she planned to this. Because she knew it would happen

I think it's.

Key To understand he's both threatening and pathetic , he's much worse Then the sick com framing helps hide , but he's also not As all powerful or ominous as the drama framing would build up.

Think about this when. When allison is advised to just leave , she says it's impossible because it'll have to Be this incredible journey to be a completely different person and it completely different location.

She believes this So much.

And then it's proven no not really.

Just.

As it's proven that kevin is cancer. It's also proven Allison has issues aside from and options aside from and without fear or loathing of him defining who she can be.

Please do not confuse this with this is easy. Take away the death, faking part and effectively she does.What lots of women do. Collect money. Seed, a story to people who may or may not act on it but are going to be less than inclined in order to take aside.Or help with a track down. Even pulls a runner., once situated , which can sometimes all be in idealized circumstances take half a year, she can just cut ties with an official divorce.

Kevin definitely made it easier to stay. But he couldn't stop her from going.

If this was the conclusion to the blake , adam tours ark , I would be much more happy with it.

"Kevin isn't that bad it's not like he beats her, why does she need to kill him or fake her death, just get divorced" you are the point of the show, you are missing the crucial reveal. Allison sees Kevin in every single scene as she does their last scene together, but we as the audience aren't privy to that and we only see sitcom Kevin which is Kevin's self perception. He is not suddenly becoming scary and threatening to her. He was like that the whole time. We only see Allison's feelings about Kevin and the aftermath of her interactions with Kevin -- this is the ONLY time we see Kevin from her POV except for the brief initial breaking of the sitcom cam. Every other time we see Kevin on screen it's from Kevin's POV. Even after she cuts her hand we only see the bandage in her singular pov when she is away from kevin, but when it shifts back to sitcom Kevin it's gone.... We do not see the reality of her interactions with Kevin, that's the point of the show!!! Because when Kevin is on screen, it's Kevin's world! We only see Kevin from anyone else's lens in ONE scene at the end, which is when Allison decides to leave, so yes the sitcom cam "softens his abuse" but it also just fully acts as an unreliable narration because we never literally see Kevin from anyone else's POV until the series finale so every time Kevin is on screen it isn't even an accurate portrayal of what's happening, it's Kevin's perception of what's happening. Allison has viewed him like that the entire show, we as the audience just did not get to witness that POV until the end

[iviarellereads]

A Wind in the Door, Chapter 7 - Metron Ariston

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In which it's time to go on quite the fantastic voyage.

Blajeny arrives and chides Progo for startling Mr. Jenkins like that. Progo is duly ashamed of himself. In turn, Blajeny says he's pleased with Meg. She asks if he can do anything for Mr. Jenkins, so he bends down and touches his head, and the man wakes.

Meg tells Mr. Jenkins that it's alright, Blajeny and Progo are friends, even if Mr. Jenkins doesn't really like her. Mr. Jenkins thinks he's dreaming, and tries to wake himself up, but it doesn't work. Meg repeats what Blajeny told her the night before, asking what even is real. At the thought, she turns to Blajeny, then follows his gaze to… Louise? Yes, indeed, and approaching quickly.

While Blajeny talks to Louise, Mr. Jenkins tells Meg he has a phobia of snakes, and he still thinks this is impossible. Blajeny says Charles's condition has worsened, the Echthroi are retaliating through him. Meg begs him to take her home, but he says they must go to Metron Ariston immediately. He asks Mr. Jenkins if he wishes to continue the school day, or come with them. When he's reluctant, Meg suggests he tell the office he's not feeling well and go with them.(1)

Mr. Jenkins remembers that there were two others, impersonating him. Meg says they're gone, and he asks where they went. She turns to Blajeny, who says Echthroi often keep the shapes they take. Meg asks if Blajeny set it all up, but realizes from his response that this possession would've happened even if she hadn't intervened. Blajeny confirms it, says their world might call it "schizophrenia"(2) but he prefers the older "possession".

Still, as Mr. Jenkins splutters over accusations about his sanity, Blajeny reiterates that they must leave, and Mr. Jenkins must make his choice. Meg reminds him he can't go back to work after this,(3) and finally he agrees to come.

Progo reaches out to hug meg with a wing, and suddenly they're at her home,(4) at the star-watching rock with Calvin… or are they? Well, Calvin is there, for certain, but as much as the nature sounds like home in the summer, the sky doesn't look like it. Metron Ariston it is, a place that's more of a concept than a place, where anything's size may become relative.

Mr Jenkins has a small breakdown in the middle of the big conversation, about feeling deeply unnerved after seeing doubles of himself, when nobody should be exactly alike.(5) When Meg starts guilt spiraling about leaving Charles out of this, Progo gives her a quick vision of him at home with their mother and the twins.

Shortly after this, Blajeny has them do an imaginatory exercise, then welcomes another classmate: a farandola, named Sporos, who explains his species' life cycle briefly to get across that he's also very young for them. They communicate via singing, of a sort,(6) only some are refusing.

Thus, after all that, and reiterating the size difference between galaxies, stars, humans, and farandolae, and the existence of Echthroi, the mission becomes clear. They must shrink down and meet with the farandolae on one of Charles's mitochondria, and fix him from the inside.

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(1) Why? I mean, obviously, L'Engle gets to write the story and we have no way of knowing what's coming next or what importance he'll play unless we've read this before. For now, we can assume she didn't choose to have Jenkins's place taken by the Echthroi for no reason, and that this will probably not be entirely without point by the end. (2) It's hard to tell if this is being used the way schizophrenia is properly used today (as in, a disorder with hallucinations) or to describe what we'd today call a dissociative disorder (disorders of identity). (3) I'm not sure why she's so confident and firm about this assertion, myself. Like, maybe she's trying to suggest that he knows he'd be questioning his own sanity all day if he tried to do anything normal after such an upset, but isn't quite sensitive enough to do it that kindly? (4) Making absolutely no big deal of tessering anymore, it's old hat to this lot after Wrinkle. (5) Identical siblings would like a word with you on how wrong that is. Even if the logic of the book says they're not identical because they have different Names, it's still insensitive to say "Nobody should be exactly like anybody else" without context. Then again, is Mr. Jenkins particularly sensitive? (6) A common theme among the non-human denizens of the universe.

[sustainably-du-mortain]

3, 7, 12 para the wayhaven three

3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Jonah

I think Jonah's has to be his perseverance. He is not someone who gives up easily, that's why he's constantly pushing his own limits further, especially in his work life. This is mostly due to the fact that he threw himself in his studies, and later on, his work, to ingore the fact that he was still hurting from what happened with Bobby. He's going to break one day because of that, only then will he realize it's his fatal flaw.

Madeleine

It's her selflessness. She always puts others before her own self, to the point where it broke her before. She's aware of that flaw and is working on trying to correct it. Although she can't help to help people in need.

Côme

It's definitely their bravery/recklessness. They never think twice about what could possibly happened to them in dangerous situation and actually take the subject a little too lightly. So, they end up throwing themselves in danger a little too often. They're slowly starting to be aware of that thanks to Felix. Before Felix they didn't have anyone worrying about them, so they never realized. So, now that they have someone who expects/need them to make it out of missions in one piece, they're starting to get a little more aware of that flaw.

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

I've already answered this one for Jonah here

Madeleine

She has gradually turned a little bit more fiery. In the very beginning, she was my little romantic who would hurt a fly, but over time i gave her a little bit more of a temper. It's not that she gets angry everytime either, it's just that she stands up for herself and for the people close to her. So while she's all for talking to resolve an argument, she's always ready to throw a punch if needed, but even then, she really does it if she has no other choice.

Côme

I've only come up with Côme when b3 came out, so not much has changed about them, although I'm currently reconsidering their gender identity

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

Jonah

I think, ultimately, because of his fatal flaw and particularly the fact that he is not aware of it, he is self-destructive. He just keeps on going, and ignores all the signs telling him he stop a sec and reconsider what he is doing, unless he breakdowns. Whether he's going to fix that later on, idk, I kind of see it happening multiple times or UB having to point it out, for him to self-reflect.

Madeleine

No. She has learned to listen to her body and herself and knows when she's reaching her limits. So while she still struggles with asking for help, she knows she has to, if she doesn't want to hurt herself.

Côme

They are. Although they're a very bubbly person who gives the impression that they're always happy, Côme really lacks confidence in themselves. Particularly in their social skills. They've always struggled to maintain relationships and thus often ended up lonely, so upon meeting new people they almost always get to that point where they think people are going to leave them or that they're going to do something that will make people flee. So they often self-sabotage their own relationships without meaning to, which then sends them into a downward spiral.

Edgy/misc oc ask

[gloriouswhispers]

jet accepts, within a split second, that beige brain will become a new nickname. but there's only amusement as he watches his sister. returning has made him realize that barely anything changes, despite him feeling like an entirely different person. not necessarily a better one. he gives a glance to nymeria where she sits upright like a human on the chair beside him. the whites of her eyes flash with her side glance back to him. a silently shared moment before jet snorts and the jaguar does the same. 'well, why not?' he counters with a shrug of his hands. 'if they can blame us for shit we didn't do, fair is fucking fair. you told me that yourself.' he points to blair with a nod of his head.

'seances aren't abyssal.' he claims boldly, knowing full well that's not how any of it works. but he's half-true. blair sending back a spirit doesn't need to be sinister, unless she wants it to be. but jet also doesn't blame her for steering clear. after everything...nymeria's large paw flops to jet's bony knee, stopping the spiral of thoughts and he shifts to sit straighter. 'whatever. point is, i think you like them. because they can't talk back so they're a friendship you can actually tolerate.' he grins to his sister, diverting away from the heavier topic.

there's no controlling the shocked laugh that punches out of him, jet staring to blair in a pause of disbelief. 'i will mention being sober every time you try and give me alcohol, what the fuck!?' he cackles, but nymeria doesn't consider the moment as amusing, her gaze narrowing as if she can feel the discomfort jet chooses to ignore. jet lets his laughter sigh out after that, taking the opened and obviously flat redbull with a half-hearted gesture of thanks. 'uhh...i've not seen him, no. he still hates me right now.' jet says about their brother, sipping from the can and scrunching his face at the dull taste. he doesn't mention it, thinking more about silas. 'saw count at asphodel so he's around, though. i don't know what for.' jet adds, another sip taken where the taste hits the back of his throat with a foul bitterness. he smacks his lips, a long finger pointing to the can as he looks to blair. 'have you used this as an ashtray?'

"Sounds about right." Blair quips in a dry mutter, grinning to herself but she watches her brother flick through a series of emotions as he considers about potential motive, blame, reason...whatever it is. She stops listening quickly, and her shoulders then bounce up in an energetic shrug. "Alright. Whatever you say, beige brain." Blair resigns all involvement, content with finding amusement in the fact she can now whisper boo when she appears behind a bunch of Syndicate dwellers and watch them become as pale as she is. "So what do you wanna do about it, huh?" Blair then challenges her brother. "Point a few fingers back at them? That'll work." her sarcasm becomes evident, or at least she thinks it does.

Even on a good day, there aren't many expressions that cross over Blair Dempsey's features but as soon as Jet mentions the word seance, it's evident her expression drops. "We don't use that word in this house, Jet. I'm not a fucking tourist attraction witch." she remarks in a plain tone that's full of warning. A brow arches at the suggestion, her head cocking to the side in defiance. "You know what magic that's real fucking close to?" she knows he does, and doesn't need to say anything else, turning sharply yet oddly robotic to move to her kitchen.

Blair barely hears Jet's words as she opens her fridge, the faint buzzing that emits from it growing louder as she sticks her head into the empty container to grab the last redbull on one of the shelves. It's already opened, which she doesn't remember doing, but she slams shut the fridge to return to Jet with confidence he won't care. "Yeah, yeah. Sober. I get it. Jesus, Jet. You have done a million fucking things with your life, is this all we're gonna hear about now?" she holds out the can for him before throwing herself down on the opposite couch, almost swallowed whole by the erratic cushions. "You seen Silas? Last I heard he was zombie brained at the Beekman, right? You seen him after that?"

[euphoriic-dysphoria]

Blue hair - Bucky Barnes

Firs time posting something like this on Tumblr, I welcome constructive criticism, anything to make my writing better and easier to read. As long as you're not an ass about it.

Summary: you've wanted to dye your hair for sometime now, but you're too scared to do it all by yourself and it seems like a whole big thing now that you keep kinda wanna do with a friend. Yes I'm projecting😅😅

THERE MIGHT BE A PART TWO, NOT REALLY SURE YET.

Warnings ⚠️ : none, just extreme flustered bucky, whipped bucky, fluff ig yeah. Without further ado,

Bucky was falling for you. Hard. He fell more each and everyday, but somehow, you were either not into him at all, or painfully oblivious.

He said painfully, because everytime you expressed even the slightest discomfort, even if on the Quinjet you just couldn't fall asleep, bucky just had this inexplicable urge to suddenly bring you all the pillows in the world to make you happy and laugh and smile your beautiful smile.

Bucky wasn't stupid. He'd seen how smart you were on missions, and how fast you'd solved riddles to annoy Tony. You would never be oblivious to things like this. He'd long ago accepted that he was just gonna be a friend to you, of course that didn't stop him from daydreaming about you, or freezing up everytime you brushed your arm with his.

After all, some might assume what with bucky falling head over heels for you (literally, but that's a story for another time, including Sam and being at the beach) that you guys were probably best friends or at least pretty close. Nope. Bucky was embarrassed to say that you stole away all his old fashioned Brooklyn charm the minute you were in a 2 meter radius. He was so nervous he stumbled over his words and opted to just stay quiet and enjoy your presence.

Of course, you thought that bucky was just naturally shy, and well- akward. It never occurred to you that you were the cause of that shyness, but you didn't mind. You found it endearing and utterly adorable the way a pale pink would wash over his features, and brush across his nose.

Today, he was utterly relaxed, pink free, in his room in the Avengers tower, reading and trying to get the thought of you out of his mind. That was hard when abruptly a hard knock sounded at his door, and he was just about to turn around and ignore it, when he heard you mumbling and thinking outside. Supersoldierhearing

Closing his book, he straightened up and furrowed his brow, thinking as to why you'd be outside his room. He hoped everything was alright.

"buckkyyyyyyyy! Woa-hiya, how are YOU on this verrrry fine morning?" You stumbled into his room, bucky was so deep into his thoughts he wasn't aware he opened the door so suddenly, you almost fell in.

A whirlwind of chaotic energy, you recovered quickly and jumped about, before turning back to where bucky was frozen at his door.

You were only wearing a T shirt.

Now, it was 7 in the morning, and most of the avengers were well aware that you walked around in a t-shirt in the mornings, well, only Steve and Nat cause they were the only ones that woke up then. Normally, bucky wakes up earlier to do his run, and so by the time you wake up, he's showered and reading in his room.

Shaking his head a bit to uh, clear up his thoughts, he quietly trudged back to his bed, where you were sitting and excitedly bouncing up and down on.

You gave him a good morning half hug, as you were practically buzzing with energy.

Oh. That alone was more that enough to make Bucky's cheeks start to glow a dusty pink.

However, you were already setting up the boxes of hair dye on his night stand.

"ok. Alright buck, are you ready for maybe the most important decision of your lifetime?? Ahem-" Buckys eyes widened as you did a little drumroll, jiggling your thighs and bringing up your shirt a bit, but you were too absorbed in the boxes you didn't even notice.

In your best announcer voice, you looked at him and grinned. "Blue, or red?" Holding up each colour respectively.

Huh? Bucky was so focused on your smile he practically missed what you said, which would've been hella embarrassing.

"uh- I'm not- where is this coming from?" Bucky almost winced at his voice, coming out hoarse and deep.

With an angelic smile on your face a devil would fall for, you patiently explained the hair dye situation. You wanted to dye your hair. Check. You already bought the hair dye. Check. And last but not least, now you were waiting on one of your friends to reply to you about dying their hair too. This wasn't a demanding act, for you only hit up the people you knew also had wanted to dye their hair too.

"i-i uh whyreyaaskingme?" Oh god. Before Bucky had anytime to mentally smAcK himself for mumbling like that, you were already replying.

With a soft smile you said, "well of course I'm asking you buck, I don't think it's very nice to knock on people's doors at 7 in the morning unless they're awake, and Nat and Steve left together to get coffee. Plus, I trust your opinion, I'm sure you have an excellent sense of style." You teased, reminding him of the time he refused to wear a ridiculous suit that Tony had jokingly, not really, designed.

Buck sighed quietly, as you made your way to the bathroom to compare the colours. Ouch. It was never a nice feeling to know you had come to him out of necessity. Little did he know, you had earlier rushed Nat and Steve straight outta here, in attempts to build a closer bond with bucky. Those two just shared a smug little knowing look, before hightailing it right out of the tower.

Lost in his thoughts, bucky didn't realize you had stopped muttering to yourself about the hair colours.

It was quiet. Too quiet. In the bathroom, there was absolutely no sound.

Bucky frowned, making his way over, and knocked on the door.

"can-uh do you mind if I come in?" Bucky knocked.

The door creaked open, and Bucky peeked inside to find your dejected expression and little pouty lips as you sat on the edge of the sink counter, scrolling through your phone.

"hey- wh-whats wrong doll?" Aw jeez. Cut it out, he said firmly in his head. Stop stuttering, just talk to her like a normal person.

"you- wanna tell me why you're looking like a sad puppy down over here?" Bucky's breath hitches as he's in the middle of berating himself for comparing you to a puppy, when you finally look up and meet his eyes, droplets threatening to leak and break past your waterline.

Bucky's heart just about cracks at the sadness radiating off of you. As far as he knows, you of all people should never have to feel this sad. All nervousness forgotten, he quickly bends down and tilts your chin up, tenderly wiping away the tears that have now started their journey down your cheeks.

It's been 5 minutes of you and him, leaning against each other as he wipes away the quiet tears that keep replacing each other.

Finally, in a quiet voice, you explain. At first it was just the dissapointment of no one wanting to really dye their hair with you. But you understood. Really, it was early in the morning, and it was easy to see why people didn't wanna dye their hair right away, or at all even. You completely and totally respected them and their choices. But then, you thought, maybe they're annoyed at me. Maybe, they don't like me anymore. Maybe they wish I'd leave them alone. Maybe they'd be better off without me.

You were well aware you were spiralling, but after the negative thoughts started, it was hard to stop. You had anxiety of these types of things.

Countless times, Nat and Wanda had had to reassure your wanted presence and that the team did love you.

While you were explaining, Buckys arms slowly snaked around to embrace you, and put his chin on top of you head. He was sad, simply because you were.

But listening to your thought process made him realize that you were human too, and it opened his eyes to listen to your anxiousness, no matter how much it still hurt.

Uh oh. The feeling was coming back, tugging at bucky, eating him away, making him want to do anything to make you happier.

Tightening his arms around you one last time before releasing you, he blurted, "uh- I'll dye m-my hair."

Your eyes widened. A small smile slowly creeped onto your tear streaked face. "Yo-you'd do that f-for me?" You hiccuped.

Holy shit. Oh man. Bucky would've tattooed his face if it gave you that little glowing smile and hopeful face you were giving to him now.

"Oh doll. You wouldn't believe what I'd do for you."

PART TWO IS NOW UP