#ANYWAY the point is she was a bit too bold for someone who was wrong 🙄🙄

[qqweebird]

the reason dracorex was on my mind was bc today i was hanging out w a friend in my major who is also a paleo enjoyer and i mentioned dracorex, and she said “DRA-co-rex?? why dont you just say dra-COR-ex??” and i was like what do you MEAN “JUST SAY” … nobody on this earth has ever said it how you just did WTF

[688199]

i will, don’t test me thomas doodooballs. my hatred for you triumphs everything 🔥🔥🔥 once i familiarise myself with mlb (🤮) i will maybe write a test script for an episode.

thomas and his writing team is proof that just because you have a job in something doesn’t mean you’re good at it.

huge rant and ramble:

as an avid enjoyer of story telling, i strongly despise everyone behind the writing of mlb.

firstly, marinette is supposed to have bad luck through her ditziness. i watched a few episodes, and her “bad luck” seems to just be with anything regarding adrien? it’s actually just more of her being obsessive and leading to stupid mistakes. on the other hand, bridgette obviously has bad luck. getting drenched, burning her tongue, yet she smiles through it. THIS IS POTENTIAL FOR BRIDGETTE’S CHARACTER. marinette’s character has never been properly explained. why is she this way? why is she different as ladybug? (honestly is she even different? kinda, but it’s not obvious) we sure do know why adrien is more carefree as chat noir. but not marinette. on the other hand, the set up for bridgette’s character can lead to so many plot possibilities. why is she so optimistic? is it because it’s what is expected of her? is she purposefully dense? when she gets drenched by the car, she pauses for a short while looking solemn, then smiles. but that smile looks pained almost. like she’s sick of acting that way. (yes i know i’m looking too much into a pv but that’s the point. i’m saying why the pv has potential.) therefore, as ladybug, she can be herself. someone who does whatever she wants, going ahead without thought, being the person she cannot be. anyways, why the hell is marinette even in love with adrien anyways. he just gave her a god damn umbrella or smth idk. i believe my baby bridgette loves felix because she truly sees his soft side. it may be cliche but it sure is a better reason than an umbrella.

secondly, felix. thomas and his team said he was too much like a cliche male anime protagonist, and adrien would let them tell more interesting stories. i mean sure, but it’s most ironic how they even FAILED AT THAT. i rather a cliche male anime protagonist than bitch boy adrien who is as bland as cardboard. felix being cold to those around him is very reasonable because as a model, he’s used to people only liking him for looks and his money. he thinks that bridgette only likes him for those reasons, so he pushes her away. but as chat noir, felix, like bridgette, is able to be someone he truly feels. unrestrained by societal pressures. EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE BOTH POLAR OPPOSITES, ONE BEING COLD WHILE THE OTHER IS TOO WARM, THEY SUFFER FROM THE SAME ISSUES DEEP DOWN. AS HEROES THEY ARE THEMSELVES. ISNT THIS COOL????? ISNT THIS A GOOD STORYTELLING POINT?????????? then even though he needs to kiss ladybug to break the curse, he soon falls in love with her because he admires her boldness, which is something he lacks when he’s himself. he doesn’t have the courage to stand up against his father. i think mlb chat noir likes ladybug for similar reasons but i don’t remember it being connected like that. (never watched the entire 100+ episodes, only bits and pieces, and read up other stuff so might be wrong.)

i believe his team is just straight lazy. they watered down the relationships and characters to the point that dynamic contrast is just not as powerful as before. in early preproduction art, the concept shown is supposed to revolve heavily around the idea of opposites. marinette is now just an obsessive stalker and adrien takes it. chat noir flirts with ladybug and she takes it. where’s the rejection from the opposite party??? where’s the oomph?? where’s the spice???

i do enjoy the concept of them letting go of their crushes. but i didn’t like how it was done in the series. it’s as if the writers don’t fucking know the hell they’re going. felix struggles with understanding whether he truly loves bridgette or is it because of the effects of the ring’s curse. does he really want the curse to be gone? while it gives him bad luck, he gets to be himself. what does he truly want? for bridgette, she realises that she is bothering felix too much. wanting the best for him and for her to focus on being ladybug, she learns to leave him in the past for both their good. she also suffers with the weight of being the main heroine. even though she uses her identity as ladybug to be free of expectations and responsibilities, yet it’s coming back to haunt her so she starts to feel stress. while chat noir and bridgette backs away, felix and ladybug realise that they miss the other’s company since the other was always there for them when they needed it the most. the way this was written in mlb was awfully horrible.

look at what i can do thomas astruc, look at the potential. “their chemistry sucks it’ll never work” SUCK MY BALLS WHAT BULLSHIT IS THAT.

anyways, other than the obvious reason as to why the animation is a lot more visually striking and can express more things the cgi can’t (dynamic movement, special effects, etc) (funny enough, the people behind mlb said the cgi made the show more dynamic???), this is why the pv has much more potential and i will never stop believing that.

(also why didn’t the cgi ever put in effort to make ladybug and chat noir look different than their normal selves. it’s the biggest fucking plot hole that never attempts to change. even the pv tries to make bridgette’s hair change.) (sorry for low quality but see, her hair is more messy too.)

thomas astruc and zag you’re just lazy money grabbing bastards 🗣️ i stand by that. if you’re truly passionate about what you want to do (which i believe you guys were until you weren’t), you wouldn’t have sacrificed quality for money.

“the concept of the original show dealt with political themes geared towards teens and young adults but it failed to gain traction with networks so it retooled for a younger audience.” other than the team failing to realise that “cliche” doesn’t automatically mean bad, the other huge fault is that they think children are stupid and can’t handle heavier themes. look at bluey, look at all the series out there with a relatively large children audience which also deal with such stuff. it’s not impossible, it just needs exceptional writing skills. but what can i expect from a team like that.

sorry not sorry, i’m pretty mad. i have a lot of other complaints but i already spent 2h writing this. down with thomas astruc!!!!! all hail ladybug pv!!!!!!

[alittlebitofloveliness]

To cope cause this week has not been a vibe, which outsiders character could you picture going through something like this?

I remember when I was really little I use to love wearing dresses and anything pink and girly. I loved to feel like a princess, but then I got a bit older and suddenly being girly was seen as silly and like weak?

The girls around me dressed more tomboyish and some of my friends closer to me would hang out with boys more and play sports. I didn't mind that of course but I felt out of place. Because it became VERY clear to me that a lot of people view being overly girly as weak or silly.

I think I internalized this HEAVILY because at a certain point I hated wearing dresses or anything overly girly. I stuck with alot of t-shirt and jeans after that and tried to act more boyish. Which backfired because then the boys thought I was weird and looked too much like a boy. And now I'm…I’m trying to get wear dresses and skirts again. But l'm scared that I separated myself from being girly and feminine to the point that I don’t know how to act like a girl again. Which kind of makes me sad, because I’m just reminded of that ten year old girl that I was who loved being girly, and wanted to look like a Disney princess.

Oh anon I wanna give you the absolute biggest big sister bear hug right now, you have no idea. I feel like this is something every little girl goes through to a point? I definitely did, I spent my whole childhood loving beatiful sparkly things, and all of middle school trying to prove I didn't. I think its part of the 'I'm not silly/shallow/foolish like other girls please take me seriously as a human' internalized misogyny thing that just about every girl goes through at some point, but it really sucks because obviously theres nothing wrong with liking feminine things and liking feminine things does not prevent women from being intelligent, full human beings deserving of respect, but shit the patriarchy goes hard and so many women have this phase. I'm so grateful that I worked to kind of unlearn that as best I could in high school because I really do love wearing dresses and doing my makeup and all my sparkly things and I was unhappy when I felt like i couldn't. Anyway, this is just a really long winded way of saying i totally understand where this is coming from, and also that being girly and liking stereotypically feminine things is not what MAKES someone a girl, and you're not failing at being one if you genuinely don't like dresses and makeup, but if you DO and you're struggling to embrace wearing them again (which it sounds like you are) that that's okay too because in time it will feel natural again, and you'll feel pretty and live your best disney princess dreams. (also if you ever need someone to hype you up or want makeup tips or anything I'm totally here for you! i ADORE fashion and playing with different styles and I have PERFECTED the bold red lip to the point its something I'm kind of known for on my uni campus, and basically I think i can help you learn to be excited about girly things again if you want to be).

ANYWAY, now i'm done yapping about that I can talk about which outsiders characters I think would struggle with this and (while I might get hate for it) I think SANDY definitely went through this phase. I see her as a character who has always felt powerless so she resorts to trying to take any power she could. As a lower class woman in the sixties, that would be hard for her to come by, so I think she'd try to reject femininity and all that womanhood entails for a while. Maybe her dad always treated her brothers better than he treated her so she always wanted to be more like them, or maybe when she struggled to make friends with the girls at school she turned to acting/dressing tomboyish to try and make friends with the boys.

Another one I could see with this same issue would be Susie Mathews. I think with a brother like Two-bit, who she loves but also sees and hears joking about and objectifying women, Susie would want to be nothing like the 'dumb blondes' her older brother is known for pursuing. I could also see her mother making comments here and there about the young women at the bar she works at so Susie might have also internalized that slut shaming mentality and dressed in more boyish attire so she wouldn't be seen as 'one of those girls'

Hope this was helpful and at least semi coherent I am running on very little sleep.

Thanks for the ask xx

[kyogre-blue]

In a big rush, I've caught up to RDCH manhwa, up to chapter 92.

There's a lot that happened. As always, the pace is breakneck, haha. Anyway, there's a few points I wanted to note.

First, I appreciate the respect for just punching someone in the face. This is why I respect SQH the most as Lostbelt King, because at the end of LB3, they go to punch it out with Chaldea. Here, in chapter 85, Hugo punches it out with Taurus and it's great. And then, Libra also eventually resorts to just directly punching Lee Geon, which is hilarious.

Speaking of Libra, she's done a bang up job as a villain. Very funny that she stripped at the end to the same level as Lee Geon. Even her top! In general, I feel like... this manhwa really has a foot fetish. The guys always lose their shirts, sure, but they also lose everything below the knee too, only keeping their hulk modesty shorts. But you also get Yooha losing her boots, while her jeans are otherwise fine, so it feels like they just really wanted to get her barefoot lol (Speaking of Yooha, I wonder if they're going to circle back to the evil god in her arms, or if this is it and it'll be considered that she's gotten control of it.)

Speaking of Hugo, the first couple chapters after the manhwa restarted were quite rough, since it was more flashbacks of Suffering(tm). Hugo really lives a different genre than everyone else sometimes, rip. I do like how he goes wild against Taurus. He and Lee Geon are very similar sometimes. They can have a similar mean sense of humor, and occasionally Hugo enjoys battle in a similar way.

There were also some moments for Yooha, Steven, Kevin... feels like a fairly okay support cast, which I like. Though of course, Lee Geon is the only useful one, haha

That said, the big ending for the Libra arc felt pretty cohesive. I can't really complain about the direction.

There are several interesting points that were elucidated. First, Lee Geon's moral compass is sometimes a bit hard to pin down, but he pretty directly states what he is opposed to: disregarding "the safety of others." Everything else is whatever, but people shouldn't be put in danger meaninglessly.

(In my fanfic concept development, this would mean... you can tell he loses it if he puts innocent people in danger. But for additional consideration, Lee Geon is not at all shy about going to down on anyone who crosses him and directly threatens murder in the novel. So you could say him losing it would come from the direction of starting to see innocent people as having wronged him. Hehehe)

Second, there's an interesting... hm, undercurrent? that is introduced here. Steven says that he is willing to sacrifice "everything Leo has accumulated" because otherwise humanity will lose "everything they've accumulated" in bold text. At the same time, Libra tries to claim that this world belongs to the divine gods, while "Baron Helmet" said the same for the unknown civilization when they invaded. There's this concept of accumulating resources or taking them by force.

Third, they also bring up several times that "the weak don't even get the right to choose" and "only the strong get to ask questions," which... is certainly in line with a battle series, but... yeah. Yooha does angle Leo's ideal of the strong survive as "the strong have a duty to protect the weak," and in a sense, all the weak people "choose" Lee Geon, which you can interpret as flashback Steven being wrong. But still... it's all good to say that Ophiuchus respects those who are willing to put everything on the line to become stronger, but most people simply do not have the necessary potential or opportunity. All they can do is choose who to pray to, but this assumes that there is a good choice to begin with. It's all a kind of concept that I don't really like, though I won't say that it's incoherent or anything.

Anyway, all that said, the last chapter for now is really something. Ah, Lee Geon making that face, damn... We finally see him get a bit stripped down emotionally. Yes, give me that backstory to add to my Lee Geon microwave spinning.

[ninjagirlstar5]

Finally posting my design for Dr. Ando's wife (which had been done for awhile), cause, uh, I'm going on vacation for a few days and since I refuse to get Tumblr on my phone, I won't be on for like, at least 5-6 days. So if you ever wonder why I haven't been active in that time-span, that's why.

Anyways, this is Sumi Ando, and I used Maki's full-body sprite as a base to sketch on. Not for any particular reason as she's definitely not as stoic or even threatening as her, physically or otherwise. I just chose her sprite simply because. That being said, Sumi is a pretty calm and compassionate person, but is also quiet in her attitude. In fact, she's so quiet that you sometimes wonder if she ever speaks up on certain topics or her own problems. The latter is a bit of a work in progress as she's not the good at expressing her own emotions, especially when it comes to more negative ones, but when it comes to the former, she's very bold and open about her opinions. In fact, she's not afraid to say what's on her mind and will even take action to do what she believes is right. However, she can get quite absent-minded sometimes, and often spends a lot of time in her head thinking on whatever topic has her preoccupied. So when there's multiple things happening at once, she often needs a reminder from others (or even her own phone) or a to-do list to let her know that "hey, this is happening" or "hey, this thing needs to get done for today." And while she can be fearless in her opinions, she's not the most apt in casual conversation, often feeling awkward as most of the time she struggles to come up with something to add beyond pleasantries. Socializing was always uncomfortable for her as she prefers to read, do yoga and study subjects she enjoys on her own. Despite this, she's very good at her job as a history professor, often helping her students with the topics she teaches and does her best to adapt to what they need so they can pass her classes.

Actually, it's through her own studies on her way to becoming a history professor that she met Hikaru Ando, who was studying to become a doctor. They had met on their college campus at the school library, when she was starting to leave the library and saw that he had fallen asleep while studying. Upon waking him up, she asks if he's alright and he apologizes for possibly disturbing her even though she was just about to leave. Upon suggesting a break, he takes her up on that and asks if there's anything she wants. Surprised that he's offering to pay for food, she awkwardly agrees and the two of them get a quick and easy dinner where Ando asks her name and what degree she's working on. She answers those questions easily but when Ando notices how quiet she is, he asks if is he's prying too much and she denies it but admits that she's not good at socializing. She's fine when she's working on something with another person but casually with others? Not so much. Especially when she can become very serious on certain topics that she has very strong opinions on that it can make people uncomfortable with how open she is about them. It made it a little difficult to make friends growing up, amongst other things, but she does prefer her own company most of the time. Ando says that there's nothing wrong with that and sometimes it's just nice to sit with someone in peace. He doesn't force the conversation after that, and they both ate in peaceful silence. Even after they parted ways, they often come across each other in that same library, usually while Ando is studying or when Sumi is looking for books to research a topic on. Ando would invite her to stay and study with him, even when their degrees are two completely things, and Sumi would take him up on that offer as she found that she quite enjoyed his quiet company. Over time, the two of them got to know each other as Ando helps Sumi grow more comfortable to the point that she's more willing to openly share her feelings while Sumi tries to get him to take a break as it quickly became clear that he's overworking himself with his work. Sometimes they would spend hours either talking to each other in the library or reading quietly next to each other, side by side. By the time summer break hit, Sumi worked up the courage to ask him out on a date and the rest, you could say, is history.

When it came to designing Sumi, I wanted to give her a soft but mature appearance. She's professional in her job, but she's not like stern and somewhat suffocating like Rei can be. So I put her in a turtleneck sweater, long flare pants, boots and glasses. I also shaped her hair in a round bob-cut that spikes up near the ends and tied her side bangs into small ponytails. With her colors, her outfit is mostly grays and blues while her hair is a pale green as green is associated with growth and encouragement, which can tie into her profession as a professor. I gave her eyes heterochromia, with one eye being blue and the other being purple. Blue is a calm color and also ties in with wisdom while purple can also tie in with wisdom but with compassion as well. Her hair ties also match with her eyes, although I switched them up a bit. Her skin tone is also a dark brown, which means that she's probably of mixed descent. (I'm thinking she's Black mixed with Japanese? She's probably not evenly half and half but while her Japanese features are stronger, her skin tone gives away that she's not 100% Japanese, so I imagine that caused her some problems while growing up.) She also has a mole underneath her left eye, which, ironically, represents good luck. Which I cannot say the same for her daughter...

[opinated-user]

i have several problems with what this anon just said. 1. unless my memory is actually glitching out, Courtney never had a fundraiser for a laptop. if i'm wrong then please, someone correct me. when searching on Courtney's blog, this is the only mention of a laptop that he does.

"but Courtney could have deleted it". sure, he could. i still need to see the screenshot of that ever happening. what i do remember of Courtney and a laptop was her talking about how P insisted on giving her some money in order to get a new one, and how as soon Courtney told her off P hold that money over him while comparing him to one of his abusers. that i do remember very clearly. that was all between P and Courtney, nobody was involved. (...is this P.... no, no, no, she couldn't be trying to now turn the tables on Courtney... using money... her favorite thing to hold against people who wronged her... but surely that can't be) considering that P is a sex pest that violated the consent of Courtney and then made his testimony inaccesible for the public, essentially destroying any good momentum that the allegations had in a wider scale, purely out of spite and greed... i'm not about to feel bad about P not getting her money back. she made plenty using Courtney already anyway. "Courtney said she didn't have any receipts." that's a bold faced lie. he never said anything of the sort. futhermore, if he doesn't have the receipt for when he bought the food for Batman, are you seriously going to compare that to LO scamming her audience out of money for MO's immigration fees? let's say that he does show one receipt of money bough for the cat. how are you going to be able to prove that the money from the kofi was used for that? you actually can't, unless you want Courtney to document the whole process from taking the money from kofi directly into physical money and then giving it to the cashier and you'll have to forgive me, all of that for cat food is just too much for me. i buy food every day to feed my loved one, i don't keep every single receipt either. if Courtney bought the food and forgot about it, i can't believe that someone in good faith would hold that against him as a sign that he is scamming people. who are you even trying to defend here? the cat is okay. the cat is being fed and taken care of anyway. we have seen the pictures to prove that already. even if Courtney used that portion of that money to buy, i don't know, a gum, a soda, a sock, how did that hurt Batman, the target of those donation? unless you want to tell me that Courtney is just pretending to care about that cat at all and he maliciously used him just to get some extra money... then you'll need some stronger evidence for that. "she subsequently deleted all the evidence"... evidence of what? of one anon lying about donating to her anonymously and he saying he never received a cent through anonymous donations? that was the whole interaction, i have the screenshot and the reblogued post. everyone can see it just scrolling a little bit!

of that anon saying "i want that money to be donated to a charity organization", with no way of anyone confirming that it could be true? Courtney also pointed that with a system like that, literally anyone could be asking of her anything, even amounts of money she never had in the first place. more so... Courtney is currently in the service to say goodbye to her surrogate mother. right now, as i'm typing this, she not only has to deal with her own pain of dealing with a very recent loss, she also has to deal with the pain of the rest of her surrogate family. he loss just a week ago someone that meant the world for him and you... are mad because they didn't show you a receipt for cat food. maybe, and i'm just throwing an idea here, Courtney has other things on his mind right now to be handling any of this. perhaps, i don't know, he prefered to delete that to not even deal with the stress of even "anons" (who the more i read, the more sounds to me like the same person) very obviously using this situation to try to distract people from LO scamming 2000+ USD out of her audience.

because that anon was lying. Courtney never received any anonymous donations, everything was always attached to a name. i wouldn't just be giving out money out in the word of someone i have no idea who they are, so i won't blame Courtney either for not doing that. "either way it's a 100$ desk. i can afford that easily without a fundraiser". then why lie about that desk being the one you hosted that fundraiser on, LO, even though the fundraising happened two days before that desk was shipped to you? why did you made up something like that in the first place?

[tayfabe75]

Your theories really give me hope (which I’m very afraid to receive). But if we imagine that everything is really like this and they are playing a show for us, wouldn’t it be too cruel for them? Being with someone else and playing love for a long time, do they still have time for each other in this whole show? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of it all? They could have just stayed together in secret if that's what they wanted. And also isn't it cruel to their partners? Okay, I can see how Travis benefits from this, but Gabbriette? She is the one who follows Matty, not the other way around, like Travis, why does she need this?

If this is really some kind of show, what is its purpose then? For now they're just satisfying the haters. 

I'd really like to believe that Matty and Taylor have a future and that they'll find their way back in the end, but to me right now it seems like they've both just moved on (I'd love to be proven wrong!)

With full acknowledgment that this theory is a bit… bold, please remember the "never-ending commitment to the bit" aspect of kayfabe, because it is, perhaps, the most important.

Is it cruel for actors to kiss during a stage performance or while shooting a film? Everyone involved knows that it is a performance. It is a "massively collaborative theatrical universe", after all. That means that everyone involved has signed on to do this. No one is actually getting hurt by anything that is going on, and they all stand to greatly benefit if this theory is true and ends up being revealed. Being a part of a collaborative effort like this could catapult everyone's careers much more than a basic PR relationship would.

Yes, they have to spend time apart. But these are professional musicians who travel the world for work. They know the pain of having to be separated from loved ones. Maybe it's because I'm an elder millennial, but I don't think it's that hard to be physically separated from one's partner for a few weeks, especially not with current technology. There's a lot of very strange speculation I've seen online about how there's no way Matty could stay committed while on tour, as if Adam and George aren't also rockstars in a band with serious partners they're devoted to. Further, if this truly is kayfabe, then it has been planned for years in advance.

Yes, they would still have time for each other in this whole 'show'. Probably a lot of it. I suspect that not all photos or videos are posted exactly at the moment they are taken. They help move the narrative along or help place each person in time and space, regardless of whether they are actually physically there. If you're headed to NYC, it might be helpful to establish yourself in LA instead. If people will stalk you on social media anyway, then why not use it to your advantage? Social media isn't real life, not even for non-celebrities - it's all a carefully manicured version of one's life.

I don't agree that Matty and Taylor are merely satisfying their haters right now. I think they're satisfying a great many fans who are basking in the romance of it all - those sweet Instagram likes or matching letterman jackets.

So, what are they up to? What I can tell you is that their priority certainly isn't putting the few supporters they have out of their misery by just simply getting back together. And they would not participate in kayfabe for shits and giggles, either. I don't personally bother with the minutiae of their relationships or daily lives, and if it upsets you, you shouldn't either! I very much want Taylor and Matty to end up together (genuinely, anyone with hearing should root for this outcome). But if I'm dead wrong and it never happens again, then I understand exactly why. 'Peace' spells it all out. But why simply roll over and let the media dictate the narrative around your chosen partner when you're one of the most powerful women in the world?

The clues are all there to be discovered and they point to one common enemy who has tried to destroy their lives and relationships (no, it's not the fans). I don't want to have to spell every little thing out, though. Instead, I'll leave you with another fun quote from Brad Troemel:

"Because everyone thinks that screaming at their parasocial bestie is the most effective punishment for doing something they didn't like, it winds up drowning out any individual voice into one uniform wall of digital rage. Micro-celebrities' fear of experiencing this rage is what leads to audience capture, where 'besties' feel locked into permanently performing the version of themselves they understand their audience to always want them to be. The only way to avoid audience capture is for besties to periodically burn down their own platform to establish a new set of audience expectations."

…and Taylor promised that the Reputation vault would be "fire"

[pixies-and-poets]

Hello Brambi, how are you and Victor? I hope all is well with you? I want to ask you something very dark and that is all about the Lumas and the Sparks:

We don't know if there are any Lumas left and if they are really extinct and became the Sparks, would you support the unmerging of the Rabbids and Luma? If so, then you would be a genocidal asshole and I would block you, the universe cannot suffer two Janeways here! I will never forget what she did to Tuvik and doing the same to the Sparks is just evil, and I would boycott the franchise if they would do this!!!

Ok that came of strong, but would it not be unethical to kill someone just because they were created through merging two people and now became one happy and in the case of the Sparks a cute one?

So if the Lumas aren't out there anymore, should we accept the Sparks as their successors? I think so, but what about you, would you accept that fate for the Lumas?

We are doing quite well, thank you! He's a huge Zelda fan (I am too, but not as much as him) and just beat Tears of the Kingdom; I was waiting for him to finish before I started playing so I will do that tonight :> He's really excited to talk about it with me!

Now, there's.... a LOT to think about here lol, so let's dig into it!

The Sparks are interesting and somewhat freaky to consider from a philosophical and existential standpoint no matter what. Most merged Rabbids were made from a Rabbid and at least one inanimate object. The only other one I can think of right now that was made from two living beings would be Pirabbid Plant, and piranha plants' level of sentience is kinda up for debate, plus they unmerged anyway.

But in the case of Sparks, we are talking about two living and sentient beings who got merged into one. You could say that both basic Rabbids and Lumas are kind of "blank slates" personality wise, although we have seen there are some capable of developing more individuality. Still, the thought of two beings becoming one is existentially heavy, to say the least! That said, the Sparks seem to become more than the sum of their parts, with each one gaining more of a personality, individuality and unique abilities, perhaps based on the unique potential of the Luma and Rabbid each one was made from. Like a chemical reaction.

We know that certain merged Rabbids have already unmerged, like the aforementioned Pirabbid Plant, Finn, and Side-Eye. This does come off a bit tragic, as the persona created is dying in a sense. I like to believe that the longer a Rabbid has been merged, the less and less likely it is that it could be undone, but I wonder if it's something that i.e. the Heroes worry about sometimes. Could something happen that would cause them to lose who they had become, and turn very simple-minded again? Would they retain any memories of who they had once been?

But unmerging the Sparks... I don't think it's necessarily morally straight-forward; on the one hand you would just be letting them be two creatures again, but on the other you'd be destroying the newly created entity. But does the new entity have more value than the two separate ones, just because it's more unique? I would simply say that what's done is done, and probably at this point can't be undone, and that it would be wrong to try and purposefully unmerge or destroy a Spark, but rather it would be best to let fate run its course. They are what they are now.

Like Random said, who knew Rabbids could be so complicated!

To answer the part of your question about if Sparks have completely replaced Lumas... it would be quite bold for Ubisoft to just proclaim that they had replaced the entirety of one of Nintendo's original species, so I think that could only possibly be true if we consider M+R to be an AU or alternate timeline... which I believe Davide has stated was the intention before, haha. So, it's surprisingly possible... but even so, I don't think Lumas would be wiped out entirely because 1) I doubt every single Luma in the galaxy/universe was at the observatory when that whole thing went down, and 2) I assume Lumas are born/created from natural processes in the universe just like stars, so they will continue to appear.

Transformation/rebirth is part of the Lumas' destiny, as we know they transform into new planets and the like, and can even be involved with recreating the universe. So I guess, when thinking about it this way, their transformation into Sparks isn't necessarily as existentially perplexing as I was considering before. They give themselves up to become something new. Lumas are potential energy given a bit of sentience. The whole thing is kinda poignant and bittersweet and maybe hard for us humans to reckon with.

[scarletlilyy]

I can go on for days how much teenage boys treat girls they don't find attractive differently but here's my most recent experience

Okay first of all I just want to say the experience varies, some guys are only friends with girls they don't find attractive cus it's easier and they don't have to get nervous around them, these kinda guys r usually alr but sometimes they view u as a man/male friend and it can be very degrading

some guys are only friends with girls they find attractive and it's not necessarily always with the intentions of dating sometimes just for attention or a pretty face to look at imo. These kind of guys are usually not kind to girls they don't find attractive

either way the experience of girl, especially black girl, who's not conventionally attractive is not always a fun one.

Currently, I'm at summer camp and it's been really fun for the most part. Today we were doing some art group work thingy and I went to a group with two guys just to see their stuff. I stood there and asked them if I could see their stuff like 5-6 times and they just ignored me and didn't say anything. Like nothing like "no" or anything. It was until I went ahead to just peek at it anyway, just for one of them to say "you'll see it fully when we win"

that wasn't bad of anything but what really set me off is how they treat me differently compared to the other girls at the camp.

For example one of the guys I approached in particular has been very kind to some other girls, one time he pulled out a chair for one of my friends and even pulled the seat closer to him, some other girls were standing too but he only offered the seat to her and like was really nice to her. Then another time he named his first aid dummy another girl's name and ik this doesn't all sound super romantic, but they were really "bold" advances and some of the girls at camp agreed

I've engaged in conversation with him but I can tell he likes to talk to the other girls better and that whole ignoring thing was just so fucking embarrassing.

Also keep in mind everyone in my class is Asian but me, specifically the class is mostly Chinese. (No hate to Chinese people)

Sorry if it seems like I'm overreacting but I really feel like he wouldn't have acted that way if I was someone else

In the past I've had a lot of personality issues, like I've not always been the kindest person. I'm still not but I'm a lot better than I was back then, a lot of guys hated me back then and I really still think it was cus

1. I'm not conventionally attractive

2. I'm decently smart/high achieving in academics

3. I'm black, loud & opinionated

The attractive thing really plays a part cus the girls at my summer camp people showed interest in are extremely loud and rude. And I'm sorry if that sounds like a pick me thing but gosh there were a lot of moments I hoped they'd calm down and shush a lil bit

they were really nice to me and appreciate that a lot, they just openly talked shit about a lot of people

one girl would loudly talk about how she homewrecked a couple cus she thought the guy was too hot for the girl. The other would talk about she hated ppl who didn't have symmetrical faces and they were still desired by guys (maybe not the second one cus she was not really the standard beauty anyway, but that still proves my point)

so if they are desired when they r bitchy & loud? why can't I????

cus I'm black lol.

My bitchy was a lot different kind of bitchy, like not to justify it but my main issue was being very judgemental and always calling out racism. Ik the calling out racism doesn't sound bad but I just did it all the wrong ways, I'd legit curse people out and report them to teachers.

I was just an angry preteen but I really regret the way I went about justice back then, I've honestly learnt just to accept the racism cus ppl my age especially guys will never change their racist ways and If I fight back everyone's gonna hate me

sometimes I do set boundaries but arguing is not worth it anymore.

Don't forget I was also very judgemental. it's a bad habit of mine but sometimes stupid people really piss me off...

Another thing that contributed to why I was so hated was cus I was a smart black girl in a predominantly Asian school (grd 6&7 yr) I really didn't notice the racism from the Asians for a long time until one of them started being really forward about it and it suddenly made sense why I was excluded and didn't have too many friends when I moved to the school despite the fact I was very extroverted.

There was this one chinese guy in that particular class he questioned why I was so unathletic when I was black and why I was good at math

Cus apparently black people can't be good at math and suck at basketball. There was only really one other student who was openly (there were some undercover nerds imo) dominating academics as much as I was in that class and the guys would often use that against me and claim he was smarter than me

the funny thing is that the guy was really humble and did not care, but his insecure friends weaponized it so much.

I still would orather be in an Asian predominant school than white though. Cus in my grade 7 school and current highschool, white people are the minority but I can confidently tell you they are the most open about their racism cus they can get away with it (most of the teachers in my country r white)

After moving away from that school (the grd 6&7 school) to an even worse school, I made friends with the new kid that came after I left the school.

We were somewhat close online and we'd have friendly academic competition, even though we were in different schools. I apparently found out he had been leaking my grades to the boys at his school, even though he knew they hated me and would do anything to see my academic downfall

and I was just so devastated

anyways, I've gone a lil off topic but it all comes down to the point that things would have been majorly different in any school I've been too, if I was their type.

A lot of my past guy crushes or even just guys I've found attractive, hated/disliked me or just found me plain annoying.

At first I used to entirely blame them and everyone around me. Nowadays, I try to recognize the fault in my own actions and work to fix that. I'm not perfect, sometimes I slip in a few insults to men when they piss me off even the slightest bit.

Then I go ahead and overthink it for a little bit, then heavily regret my actions.

I've done that a few times at camp, like I'm cautious of the way I act and the stuff I say now cus I really don't want another class hating me.

It hurts knowing whatever I do will never be enough and any slight mistake I make will be their final impression of me.

In my current high school, I have a decent amount of male friends but they r the kind that are only friends with girls they are not attracted to. Which like I said is not a bad thing but sometimes really degrading cus I don't think they see me as a woman. Also I think my male friends are mostly there for homework answers but whatever lol.

But it's much preferable than to have so many guys hating on you lol, I don't feel male validation but I also don't want male hate.

[bexsua]

nemo's dream interview featuring sua in which she completely flubs it.

sua will say, she feels as though she managed quite a long time ducking and dodging the camera crew before they finally corner her. she wonders, as they go through their script after approaching her– if they’ve kept tabs on who they have and haven’t gone up to. take note of passing people to approach them later. with how she could swear she was about to get away scot free, they pop out of no where. 

“hello!” the person greets her, and sua’s eye fights the urge to twitch, staring at the happy interviewer unimpressed, listening to him go through his spiel. yadda yadda yadda, nemo’s dream, love, something about spring. sua’s heard multitude of variations of it and people’s iterations of their own interview with the crew in the time she’s been perusing the event market. 

“--and we have a few questions for you! are you ready?” 

“yep.” no. she’s ignoring the camera the best she can, staring moreso at the interviewer with a glare that she wishes could zap him right where he stands.

“o-okay!” the interviewer gets out, laughing off sua’s standoffish attitude and goes onto the first question: “do you think it’s possible to have physical affection before you date someone?” 

“of course it’s possible.” sua blinks. “isn’t it more often than not?” holding hands, chaste kisses. moving from subtle to bold hints to showcase your affections. hook-up culture. she can think of a number of things that could happen in the pre-stages of dating. you act before you think, when the moment is right. well– that’s what’s supposed to happen, at least. maybe sua’s just more bold than the average person. 

“okay, i get you! next question, and interesting one indeed. what do you consider dating?”

that’s a question sua doesn’t want to answer. she doesn’t really know. sua’s never been great at dating, and while she tries to go into the relationship keeping positive, it’s always just a matter of time before she starts to self-sabotage. most of the time, she ends up dating her hook-ups anyway– and at that point, the lines are blurred between friends with benefits and a romantic partner. what’s the fine line between them? sua sure as hell doesn’t know.

“mutually exclusive.” is the first thing that comes to mind, the first thing that pops out of her mouth. “and obviously like, reciprocated feelings. and you…do things that couples do.” she doesn’t go into detail. sua can list a million and one things in her head of what’s expected, but saying it here feels like it’d be hypocritical to do so. sua doesn’t think she’s done any of those things in a relationship, but she does expect it out of the people she’s with. that’s pretty hypocritical of her, and sua’s unfortunately self-aware enough to know when there are things she does wrong and should fix.

doesn’t mean she does. or can, or wants to. or is able to, really. 

“that you do!” the interviewer continues, bright and bubbly as he has been– as if sua hasn’t been responding lack luster and unfriendly this whole time. “how would you ask someone that you’re seeing to be your boyfriend?” is the next question. and frankly, sua thinks about the few times she’s actually asked on her end. few and far between, sua usually folding and saying yes in response. because she doesn’t like to ask. half of the time, she doesn’t want to ask. she likes the purgatory of a relationship– she doesn’t like labels. too stifling. too locked down. commitment has never been something she likes, too used to moving at the beat of her own drum. 

she’s probably too quiet, or maybe quiet for a tad bit too long. the camera man shifts in place, and she sees the interviewer go to speak, when sua blurts out: “wouldn’t asking directly be the best way to go?” her mouth curves into a frown, lifting a hand to scratch at her cheek. she avoids gaze with the camera, uncomfortable. “or i’d…draw them a comic or something. flowers. you’ve got an imagination.” she rushes out, a stream of laughter leaving her that probably sounds maniacal, or even hysterical. “okay, sorry– i’ve gotta go, my house is like on fire or something.” 

“wait, your house?”

“bye bye~” sua sings, waving at them as her feet take her further and further away.

[purlturtle]

Kira/Jadzia, for ships?

I find them very compelling! I even wrote a fic for them, New memories of dancing!

Kira has so much trauma, and she's so angry and hurt and tight-fisted with her emotions (except for the anger). And Jadzia is both young enough to be bold enough to approach Kira anyway, and old enough to have enough wisdom to know when to do so in a patient way, and when to be lighthearted and humorous.

Jadzia meanwhile needs someone who respects her - I'm sure that whole Curzon debacle still rings in her ears. I think that Julian's early-seasons puppy-dog approach doesn't work for her - he puts her on a pedestal (and under a microscope at the same time), and she doesn't want to be there. But Kira sees her as an equal, if perhaps a bit tainted by that clean Starfleet optimism that she ascribes to all of the Starfleet officers.

While Jadzia is open to flirting with anyone, I think she'd soon clock that Kira very much isn't into casual. If anything, I think that could be the hiccup point - if that realization happens too soon, Jadzia might simply back off and try to become friends. But if Jadzia's interest in Nerys has truly been wakened, she might drop (or soften) her flirty approach and try to woo Nerys in earnest. Similarly with Kira: she needs to put Jadzia in a different mental bracket than, say, Julian (that squeaky clean Starfleet optimism I spoke of) before she might even consider letting Jadzia continue her wooing. (Also I don't think that on her own Kira would ever consider flirting with Jadzia! Not because of homophobia or biphobia, but because I don't remember her as initiating flirting with anyone; I might be wrong though, it's been a while that I've seen DS9, and that whole Bareil arc never really stuck in my mind all that well 😅)

So yes, I ship them, because I think they would work well as a couple, and be good for each other.

Thank you for asking! (ship ask)

[gaoau]

Thursday 27th – The Road to Nationals

The Girl Upstairs warnings — none. word count — 874

prev. — next.

The train whistled to a stop, jerking forwards only a few millimeters, but enough to make its passengers sway in their seats. Bokuto's lively chatter didn't bother ceasing, seemingly spouting words even out of his elbows. Holding in her laughter, [Name] turned away from the endearing ace — a word she became really fond of — who had been fascinated by her owl facts and babbled question after question. Her eyes settled on Akaashi quietly sitting on her other side. Although he wasn't scowling and his face was free of creases, his narrowed lids as he glared at Bokuto spoke for themselves.

[Name] snorted when he sighed with an amount of exasperation she didn't know existed. "Bokuto-san." Akaashi's monotone voice flowed out of his mouth enveloped in politeness and good manners, yet the look in his eyes betrayed him and gave him away. Had they been alone, a crime would have been committed. Bokuto clamped his mouth shut at the call of his name. "This is your stop, Bokuto-san."

"You're right!" Bokuto sprang up from his seat, a gasp of realization slipping from his lips. He turned towards his underclassman with a blinding grin. "Get her home safe, yeah, Akaashi? I'm trusting you. You too, [Name], get him home safe, will you?" He didn't await any replies, promptly swiveling on his heels to squeeze out of the train's closing doors. "I'll see you next practice! Bye!" Through the square windows, [Name] reciprocated Bokuto's enthusiastic wave with a smile and a small wave of her own.

"Glad to see he's cheered up." As the train left the station, and Bokuto disappeared among the sea of people returning home, [Name]'s attention went back to Akaashi. She tried to stifle her chuckles as best as she could, but she had never seen a high-schooler's face convey such exhaustion. "Does that emo mode thing happen often?"

Akaashi sighed again, grumbling incoherently under his breath. "Don't even get me started. He's too unpredictable."

"I feel like our roles have switched." [Name] laughed to herself. Akaashi cocked a tired brow at her words. "You wanna talk about this over a cup of tea? You look like you're ready to shatter your skull on a light switch."

"Oddly specific, but I just might."

"Please, don't. It's not that bad anyway, right? I don't feel he'd do that at really important events."

"Bold confidence for someone that's wrong." [Name] was rendered speechless, only being able to produce perplexed giggles. "There's no difference between a practice match or nationals. He can and will go emo."

"Oh, nationals! Shirofuku-san sent me a video of the qualifiers. Against Kuroo-san's team, I think, the red team?"

Akaashi visibly cringed. "Nekoma High School, yeah."

"Ah, Nekoma's the name? That's cute."

"So? What did you think?" He knew full well how that match had gone down. The memory alone urged him to knock himself out until graduation.

"What's with that face? You're awfully expressive today."

"Bokuto-san's—"

"—a handful, yeah. So I've heard. But you have fun anyway, don't you? It looked like it, at least."

"Of course I do. It's actually very satisfying to see the team work like it does."

"Right? I didn't get much what was going on, but it was amazing. I had no idea our school was a powerhouse. We even have cheerleaders."

"Though at this point they're there to keep Bokuto-san pumped up."

[Name] laughed and slapped his arm playfully. "Poor soul, give him a break. You're real stingy, aren't you?" She received a piercing glower through narrowed eyes. Her hands raised in mock innocence. "But hey! Maybe next time I'll be on the stands to sing that stupidly catchy cheer." She bit her tongue as soon as the words left her mouth. It was hard to tell if she was only imagining the taste of blood. Quietly, she chanted her school's name and clapped her hands.

Akaashi's expression softened as he allowed a light chuckle to escape him. "I'll save you a seat during nationals."

[Name] felt her body being set aflame. An unexpected hyper-awareness of Akaashi's warmth slapped her across the face. Her smile wavered, getting coated with uncertainty and hesitation. She forced a cough out of her throat. "Hey, I said maybe. Don't take my word for it."

"Your maybe's sound more like a yes at this point."

"Maybe."

Akaashi's laughter resonated in her head, seeming distant and out of reach even when he sat right beside her. [Name] struggled to keep the smile nailed to her lips. She regretted lying to his face; he deserved better than that. Her maybe's didn't sound like a yes at all — they were empty promises she would never fulfill.

It was the first time a maybe she knew wasn't bound to come stung her deeply. A maybe pronounced with her voice was nothing more than a lie. But Akaashi could never understand that and [Name] could never explain it. She would have to apologize later.

[cursivebloodlines]

The more their conversation went on, the more Finn felt like he’d just been shoved into a tangled knot and left to his own devices to sift through and miraculously untangle it piece by maddening piece. Paige’s declaration of importance was unexpected, though it would be a lie if he said she wasn’t at all important to him. Would she be the first person he came to whenever he had time off if she didn’t mean something to him? To him, that was much too complicated to think about. He thought he’d made it clear, and that they were on the same page (no joke intended). Dwelling on it only complicated matters. He made it clear, there was no going back on it now. What would be the point? “Important, huh?” he muttered, a little devious smirk twitching at his lips. “Aww, Paige,” he said in an exaggerated affectionate tone, one that did actually hold some sincerity. Even if it was really hard to hear it. Even with his joking attitude though, Finn really struggled to reconcile her actions and words with the casual dynamic he thought they had. He found himself both flattered and annoyed. Why couldn’t she have just gone along with the easy, uncomplicated setup they had? Now, everything was tangled up in emotions and expectations. He ruffled his hair again, a nervous habit that betrayed his outwardly cool demeanor. Finley had to admit it, though; it was bold, it took courage to come out with her feelings like that. Was it worth it, though, when the outcome was…well, whatever this confusing mess had become? Great, now he really did feel like an asshole. He didn’t know it yet, but that indescribable feeling? It was probably guilt. But what did he have to be guilty of? He didn’t do anything wrong. He couldn’t know what he didn’t know. Those thoughts boiled down to the same conclusion so why was his mind running in circles? “I think it’s sweet, just so you know, but at the same time…I don’t know. Just feels a bit weird to put plans on hold for one person.” Especially when that person isn’t ready to commit to a relationship, or anything more than what it currently is, he mentally added.

Her proximity and the casual way she touched his shirt were maddeningly distracting. He didn’t know whether to push her away or pull her closer. Her talk of exploring new connections stirred a confusing mix of emotions in him. The thought of her with someone else made his stomach twist, yet he knew he had no right to feel that way. He was the one who set the boundaries; he was the one who wanted things to stay casual. The only right thing was to nod his head, play along and agree with her. Right? What more could he do? Despite himself, he found a part of him admiring her boldness, her ability to stand her ground without flinching. Finn’s eyes trailed across her face, trying to look for…what was he looking for? Uncertainty? Doubt? She seemed to have neither of those. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he murmured, his fingertips reaching up to gently caress her cheek. An action that felt almost too natural for him. “And uh, I never said that. Pretty sure you put those thoughts in your pretty head all on your own.” As far as he recalled, wasn’t she the one who was quick to hop on to look at her ‘options’? Though, he supposed he didn’t exactly stop her either. Why would he? He just denied the possibility of them becoming anything more than what they already were. “Anyway, I am just saying. When you come to me, complaining about these ‘fun, new connections' being lackluster, don’t get mad at me when I say ‘I told you so.’” His thumb lightly brushed against her skin. “'cause you were warned. I don’t want to see you disappointed.” Said the man who essentially disappointed her in the first place, but he tried to ignore that. “Why would it make me feel any better than I already feel?” he asked, quirking a brow in response to Paige’s comment about being first. “According to you, I’ve always been first. Hardly like I’m losing, when I'm still in the top spot, hm?”That spot was where he planned on staying, too.

Paige wish she could laugh at the confusion happening. Finley was already trying to make sense of the situation, mind you he had created this situation in the first place. She was only moving as she saw fit and Paige was at times a petty bitch. Though tonight she was less bitch and more petty. She just wanted to make it clear how she felt with him but he was turning it into something that it wasn't at all. Paige let out a soft sigh, "I just wanted to make it clear to you how important you are to me." Ew. Having to tell him clearly how she felt, was terrible after he was trying so hard to make it clear how casual he thought they were. It felt like putting herself on the chopping block knowing the knife was going to come down hard. It was just about principle at this point. It wasn't like they were closing things off either. "If I told you my plans you would tell me to go but we have such limited time together, so I made decisions." The decisions benefitted him, he didn't have to know about them to benefit. Paige made a note to rearrange her priorities. If she lost time with Finn because of other plans, she would have to accept it.

Were her options actually viable options? That was for her to find out and him to never know. Going on a date knowing she was partially doing it to get back at him sounded so bad. Paige was clear she would need to do a little work before actually going on one of the dates. Though there were a few attractive men that got her excited to explore. Finn wasn't the only man out there and honestly it was possible she'd find a better man than him. If he didn't want to commit to her, there was someone who might give her what he wouldn't. It wasn't marriage she was asking for. She wasn't asking to travel with Finn. She just wanted to see where their connection would take them and if it didn't, then she didn't. He agreed a little too easily for her liking but Paige took it as another sign. One that maybe he couldn't commit even more than he said. A grin crossed her face at his eye roll. Obviously he was at least a bit effected. Who wouldn't be? She was a catch and he had to realize that. Of course he focused on the sex. They had a good time but she wanted to experience more and if it wasn't with him then it had to be someone else. Paige shifted to turn into him more, her hand lightly played with his shirt. "Baby, that's my place to see." She was already disappointed, how much more could she be? "I'm gonna have fun exploring a new connection like you essentially suggested I should." He had set this game in motion and she was looking to win. Though it was unclear what the prize was. "You'll always be first if that makes you feel any better."

[lost-between-letters]

On The Phone And In My Bed

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: anon

Word Count: 2,642

Warnings: dirty talk, phone sex, blow job, smut, unprotected sex, slightly sub!Dean/dom!Reader, fluff

Summary: Dean took a hunt half an hour over and was now stuck with observation. Naturally he called Y/N for some distraction. She supplied one of the fun kind.

A/N: these are possibly the most sex related warnings I ever had to put on a fic. Wow. Anyway, sorry for spelling mistakes, I'm impatient

The thing was, Y/N should have expected this. Really. It was Dean she was thinking of after all. Big, protective, impulsive, lovable idiot, Dean.

And Sam had just gone along with it.

A single note on the kitchen counter had replaced the good morning kiss and Y/N's day had felt halfway ruined already.

Heya Sweetheart

Sorry for the jump and run here but there's some not-Crowley-certified demonic activity half an hour away, Charlie sent some footage around four. Sammy and me are checking it out, don't ya worry

Love, Dean

P.S. Charlie also sent her newest update for you, check your mails, she was very ominous about it

Sam

So that was what Y/N spent her morning with. Laughing her butt off at Charlie's escapades and convention stories. She very deliberately ignored the hunt and everything that it would entail.

Dean was fine. He had Sam and Sam had him and they weren't exactly new to this. And it didn't sting one bit that they didn't wake her.

Though it was entirely possible that Dean was just being a jackass without trying to.

So Y/N gave him the benefit of the doubt and went on with her day with normal amounts of scowling and only minimal worry. If something was to go terribly wrong, she could trust on the twisted Winchester luck to keep them alive even if just to fuck them up more thoroughly next time.

Fuck, she was starting to sound like Dean.

To banish the unwelcome thoughts from her mind, Y/N busied herself in the library with digitalizing the lore books. It was a bold project that she and Charlie had started in a fit of killing boredom and she always came back to it when she needed something else than Dean to be frustrated with (not that she was honestly mad at him, like ever).

By the time she reached the half point of the lexicon on Anglo-Saxon mythical creatures, Y/N was ready to shoot someone. That of course was the exact time her phone started buzzing.

It was Dean.

All annoyance drained from her system at once and replaced itself with ice cold worry. Dean never called from a hunt until the trouble had passed way beyond fucked up.

Naturally, she scrambled for the phone and her knives at once. "Who's dying?"

Soft chuckling. No background noises.

"No one, Sweetheart," Dean said calmly, the amusement seeping all over the words, "you really have no trust in me, do you?"

If he had been here with her, Y/N was pretty sure that she would have smacked him. "No you dumbass, but you never call just to chat."

"Well, I did just now," he pointed out and she could almost see him grinning.

Oh, she would kill him in his sleep for giving her a heart attack. "And what do you want to chat about?"

"That Sam left to observe the house next door and left me all alone to watch this one. I'm waiting for the dust to claim me." So he was just bored.

Y/N could work with that. She was leafing through the lexicon still, her mind sitting in the Impala next to him.

Of course, she voiced that thought immediately. Dean had called her for distraction after all. "Wouldn't it be so much better if I was there with you?"

"Of course sweetheart." A softness that was usually reserved for morning kisses creeped into Dean's voice just then, reminding both of them that this was the first conversation they were having today.

Naturally, Dean had to destroy the moment a comment later, "I wouldn't be dying of boredom for one."

The words sparked a wicked little idea in Y/N's mind. The last few nights, they had been too tired to do anything but sleep next to each other.

"Well, let's change that, Love," she was pretty sure that Dean could hear the smirk in her voice.

The implication as well, if the breathy chuckle was anything to go by. "What're you proposing, Y/N?"

"Oh nothin'," she shrugged nonchalantly and stretched out on the sofa, "I just wanna tell you what I'd do if I were there with you now."

"What would you do?"

Dean had taken the bait, anticipation for what came next in his every word. Oh, she was loving this already.

"I'd touch you. First gentle touches, just my hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down while we're talking. Then, when you're nicely relaxed, I'd lean over and start kissing you. Dirty and fast, because we both know your eyes should be on the building."

Dean cleared his throat and Y/N could almost see him adjusting his seating position. Oh yeah, this was going exactly where she wanted it to.

"Then, while you're pretty little head is still spinning from the kiss," she paused to soak up the gasp from Dean that was most likely aiming for indignation but couldn't quite reach that, "I'd throw my leg over your lap and take a seat. Right over your cock and I'd let you rub yourself into me to take the edge of. Nothing more, just a few thrusts before I'd be pulling away, my hands holding your hips in place. And you'd be melting into it, wouldn't you?"

The scenario that rolled from her tongue was playing out in her mind at the same time. She was feeling herself getting wet and opened the button of her jeans. No harm in a little fun.

If the noises Dean was making were anything to go from, he was getting turned on too. "Yes, Y/N."

"Do you wanna touch yourself, Baby?" Y/N asked while her own hand was already drifting into her panties.

"Yes, please," Dean's voice was incredibly soft, a sure sign that he was listening to her every word.

Y/N was quite possibly ruining her favourite pair of underwear right now. The first contact of her fingers to her clit and Dean's plea had her moaning out loud. "Then touch yourself, Baby. Nice and slow, okay?"

"Okay."

A zipper opened and then Dean was cursing quietly.

"Are you making yourself feel good, Dean? Are your fingers wrapped around your cock, moving slowly just like I told you?" Her own hand was working herself just as she had instructed him, languid circles on her clit that had her go crazy with need. "Are you imagining it to be my hand?"

"God, yes please, Y/N."

His head had dropped against the headrest by now, Y/N was sure of it. It never took long before Dean closed his eyes when they did it like this, with her voice guiding him through it.

"Do you feel how hard you are for me? Can you imagine how good you'll feel inside of me? How wet I am just for you?"

"Fuck."

A first orgasm was building steadily with every little pant or swear from Dean's side. Her name was mixed in more than once, telling her that he was getting close too.

A loud crash shook them out of their bubble. It was on Dean's end of the call and was immediately followed by her boyfriend cursing loudly. Not the fun ones this time.

"I'll call you later." And the call ended, leaving Y/N with an unsettling mixture of lust and fear.

Before the door to their room was even closed fully, Y/N had already launched herself at Dean. He caught her with ease and lifted her up to allow her legs to wrap around his waist.

She kissed him with all the pent up fear, worry, and lust from the last few hours and only broke away when breathing was inevitable. Their foreheads stayed firmly resting against each other, Y/N's hand splayed protectively on his cheek.

"Never scare me like that again," she demanded shakily.

Dean nuzzled into the touch while she wiped the blood away that had run down from the cut over his eyebrow. "I won't, Sweetheart."

"And don't lie to me."

Instead of answering, he just kissed her again and walked them to the bed.

Before they could reach it though, Y/N jumped down and broke the kiss long enough to give Dean a once-over. No apparent bruises aside from the little cut and the bone deep tiredness that followed the adrenaline high of a finished hunt.

Her eyes softened at the way how he was hunched over just the slightest bit while his eyes were bright with desire. Without a conscious decision to do so, Y/N reached up to cup his face. "Let me take care of you, Love."

"As long as it involves a lot less clothing, I'm fine with that," Dean grinned and turned unexpectedly to kiss her palm.

Y/N laughed. While Dean was leaning down for more, she pushed him backwards. As he didn't expect the movement, he fell right on the bed behind him and watched Y/N step between his legs.

"Strip."

Dean followed the command under her watchful eyes, first the flannel, then the undershirt and the jeans and socks. When he was only in his boxers, Y/N buried her hands in his hair and pulled his face upwards to press their lips together once again.

Her tongue sweeped out almost immediately and took control of the kiss while Dean was moaning into it. Y/N could feel him relax under her touch with every following second.

While his hands stayed firmly on her hips where they had first landed, Y/N's were more restless and touched every piece of skin she got. A trail of goosebumps followed her fingertips when she drew them over his chest and down to his abdomen.

It took little more then a soft push for Dean to stretch out on his back and Y/N was kissing and licking her way downwards. She stopped occasionally to nibble at his skin of pay special attention to a scar while her hands stayed a grounding weight on his sides.

After a particularly loud gasp, Y/N raised her head from his left hip bone and grinned. "Does that feel good?"

"Fuck, yes." Dean's fists were clenching next to his body in tact with her dancing lips.

His cock was straining against the boxers in what must have been painful hardness so Y/N took mercy on him. She pushed the underwear down his legs and out of the way before she placed a sweet little kiss on the top of his length.

Dean moaned loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily but Y/N was quick to pin them in place.

"So needy," she chided gently and pulled away again, "you can put your hands in my hair if you need something to hold onto, Sugar."

More encouragement wasn't needed. Long fingers threaded through her hair which Y/N took as her cue to go on. With one swallow, she sank her mouth down on his cock until a faint gag reflex had her stop and take a breath.

Dean was moaning over her, head thrown back and one hand holding onto her hair. His obvious pleasure spurred her on to start moving so Y/N let her tongue press on the downside of his shaft while she sucked him down even deeper. Her hands were still firmly planted on his hips to stop him from pushing upwards while Y/N was building a rhythm.

Her head was bobbing up and down on his cock, eyes trained on his face to see every little expression of pleasure that she pulled out of him. Dean was getting close, Y/N could tell, so she stopped.

"What-"

He was looking sinfully debauched with his messed up hair from where Y/N had sunken her fingers into, swollen lips and wide blown pupils that were trained on her face.

Y/N got up elegantly and finally started to undress herself. "You didn't think I'd let you come so easily, do you? I'm going to ride you and you're going to be screaming my name when I'm done with you."

Her panties dropped and Y/N crawled up Dean's body until she could kiss him again. Then, she moved them until Dean was in the middle of the bed, his hands buried in her hair, Y/N kneeling over his body.

"Please," Dean was moving his hips, desperate for some friction while her mouth danced over his neck, licking the salty skin under his ear.

And because she was dripping wet and had been waiting for this for far too long, Y/N listened.

Slowly, she lowered her hips; her hand lined his cock up with her hole until she felt the blunt tip pressing inside. Both of them groaned at the contact they had been craving all day.

Y/N took herself some time to adjust to Dean's impressive length inside of her before she started moving again. When she did, she built up a slow rhythm that she knew was torturing Dean.

His cock dragged over all the right places inside of her while his mouth was breathing pleas of 'faster' and 'harder, please' into her skin.

"Touch my tits, Dean," she commanded with a sudden hard downward thrust of her hips that had him bucking up.

Immediately, he complied, his rough hands coming up to knead the soft flesh between his fingers while her nipples were hardening into tiny pebbles. Upon seeing this, Dean started tugging on them with just the right pressure and Y/N rewarded both of them with faster and deeper thrusts.

"Fuck, just like that, Baby," she was panting too.

Dean grinned up at her, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Can I suck on them, too?"

"Only if you ask nicely." Y/N was loving the power she had here.

Dean was pinned underneath her his cock buried deep inside of her while she rode him with abandon. His body was covered in sweat, a blush creeping down his chest and his eyes were trained on her tits. "Y/N, please let me suck your tits, let me taste your skin on my lips, feel your nipples in my mouth."

"Yes." Y/N leaned down, right into his mouth and let him close it around her right nipple which he immediately started rolling between his teeth.

The pleasure in her tits was directly connected with her pussy it seemed as she felt herself clenching down on him.

Her hips fucked down even harder, taking everything he got and pushed them both closer to an orgasm at a reckless pace. Y/N already felt Dean swelling inside of her so she reached down to rub her clit. Dean's hands and mouth were preoccupied after all.

Y/N was clenching down on his cock in the beginnings of her orgasm so she changed the angle and took him even deeper. "Cum for me, Baby."

With a humming moan and a bite to her tit, he did. Her pussy was pulsing rhythmically as she felt his cum pushing inside of her, her own vision whitening out for just a moment.

Dean was in the exact same position when she came back from the bathroom, head tipped to the side to watch her approach. His hair was still a mess, his pupils still wider than normal but the smile on his face was softer than Y/N had seen it all day.

"Have I finally worn you out?" She teased while she wiped him down with a warm washcloth.

Dean chuckled and moved into the touch like a sunbathing cat. Y/N fell in love just a little bit more just like that. "A little bit but you had help from the demon."

The washcloth flew across the room, somewhere close to the space heater and Y/N climbed into the bed. There, she pulled at the covers until they both were underneath them and rested her head on Dean's shoulder. "I'm glad you're fine."

"Me too, Sweetheart," Dean whispered and pulled her closer, tangled their legs together, "me too."

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[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3300 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

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Part 17

Billy couldn’t stop gawking at you, wondering how it was possible you grew more beautiful each time he saw you. The red wrap dress you were wearing accentuated all your curves, and it took every bit of willpower he had not to rip it off of you and fuck you senseless right then and there. Unfortunately, he had to behave himself. Caravan was a pretty bouji place that had recently been labelled as one of the hottest restaurants in Manhattan and he had to pull a few strings to get a last-minute reservation for tonight. But seeing the smile on your face when you realized this was where you were dining had been completely worth all the hassle.

As the hostess guided the two of you to your table, he noticed a few assholes at the bar admiring you from afar. Immediately he snaked his arm around your waist to draw you in closer. You were his. If he could he’d pluck out every one of those fuckers’ eyes so they never made the mistake of looking at you again. Better yet, he’d keep you locked behind closed doors. Of course you wouldn’t agree to anything like that because you were too goddamn independent for your own good.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a seat at your designated table.

Billy’s attention returned to your face as he followed suit, his gaze inhaling you in. “You look too hot. Too many assholes staring at you,” he grumbled.

The worried look on your face was replaced with a beaming smile, one that made his cock twitch.

“You’re being ridiculous” you remarked, scanning the menu.

His eyes drifted down to your chest, the swell of your soft, supple breasts just begging to be kissed and licked by him.

“Stop staring at my boobs, Billy,” you chastised even as a small smile graced your lips. “This is a proper first date. You can’t just ogle me like that. You have to behave like a gentleman.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been that.”

“Well, try,” you ordered.

The waitress came by with the bottle of red wine you’d requested and poured some in both of your glasses. He noticed the redhead giving him a friendly smile, her green eyes lingering on him for a second too long. Fine, yeah, she may have been hot but she wasn’t you. No one was. So while he would have happily slipped her his number in the past, now the idea of being with someone who wasn’t you no longer excited him.

Once she left, he took the opportunity to move a few inches closer to you. What he really wanted was to get on his knees and bury his head between your legs, but something told him eating you out in in the crowded restaurant wouldn’t go over very well with you.

“I think she likes you.”

Hand propped on the back of your chair, he started playing with your hair. “Who?”

“Our waitress. She didn’t look at me once, her eyes were on you the entire time.”

He leaned in, ecstatic at the thought of you acting possessive. Even though you’d confessed to having feelings for him, Billy still worried you were ready to bolt at any moment. To see you jealous meant you genuinely cared and he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him. “She’s not my type. I have my eyes on someone else.”

You made a show of looking around the restaurant. “Oh, is Madani here too?”

“Funny,” he retorted, taking your hand in his.

“Your ginger’s lucky. I’m dressed way too nice or I’d take my knife and stab her with it.”

He smirked. “You’re vicious when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like bad service.”

“Bullshit.”

“Billy, you’re hot. You know that. All the women here are checking you out. If I freaked out every time someone did that, I’d have a breakdown.”

He wanted to destroy the fucking world at the thought of someone even looking at you but apparently you were simply ambivalent about him. “So it’s that easy for you? Your brain tells you to turn off a feeling and your heart just does it?” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter. “Guess you’re not all that invested in me.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, apparently surprised by his edgy tone. “Do you want me to go nuts?”

“Just want you to give a damn.”

“You think I don’t?” you snapped. “Every time she looks at you I want to tear her hair out. Even though the rational part of me knows she’s probably just flirting with you because it’s part of her job or she’s hoping for big tips. Or maybe she really does want to fuck you. Either way, I want to punch her across the face. Happy?” You gulped down your wine.

Grinning, he squeezed your hand. “Then why not just tell me that? Why act like you don’t care?”

The agitated expression on your face was replaced with tenderness, your eyes soft. “Just because I don’t have a jealous fit doesn’t mean I don’t care. I just…” You exhaled a sigh, and he sensed this was difficult for you. “I express my emotions differently than you.”

“I noticed. You put on an act while holding everything in.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I want you, the real you, not the version everyone else sees.”

“It’s not that easy, Billy.”

He brought your palm to his lips. “I’d never told anyone about my mother.”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you pointed out.

“You found out anyway, and I’m so fucking glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have realized I could be real with you.” He placed a tender kiss on your skin. “I don’t want to hide anything from you, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then tell me about William Rawlins.”

Your request gave him pause, his eyes roaming over your face. He’d taken painstaking measures to keep his partnership with Rawlins a secret yet you’d discovered it. “What do you want to know?”

“He gave you a lot of money.”

“I earned that money,” he said in a defensive tone. “He and I were partners for a while. Then he died.”

“You went to a lot of trouble to hide your connection to him.”

“You found out about it though.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m good at what I do.”

“Yeah, too good,” he muttered. He released your hand, watching you intently. “So what do you want to know?”

You leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper. He was momentarily distracted by the sensation of your tits pressed against him but he forced himself to concentrate.

“What happened to Rawlins, did you have anything to do with it?”

Billy took a swig of his wine. “Why do you think that?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Knifed by someone in the parking lot. They never found the guy who did it.”

“He had a lot of enemies,” he pointed out.

“Okay, so maybe I was wrong.”

He studied you for several seconds, trying to decide if he should take the leap or not. “You’re not wrong.”

Realization dawned on your face as the truth set in. “Why did you do it?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

So he told you, about Operation Cerberus, his role in it and the money he earned, how he’d eliminated Rawlins a year ago when the prick plotted to take out Frank and his family. To this day Frank didn’t know about Billy’s partnership with Rawlins or how close he came to dying and he intended to keep it that way.

Throughout his confession his eyes were glued to your face, gauging your reactions. The part of him determined to do anything to be a success, the one who didn’t let society’s morals get in the way of his ambitions, would never be accepted by his closest friends. Despite the myriad of reasons to have kept that side of himself hidden, he didn’t want to do that with you. Because as risky as it was to be so open with you, it was also exhilarating. There was no one in this world he’d ever been this honest with and that kind of intense connection with you was addictive. He wanted you to know everything about him, all of the dark and vicious thoughts that ran through his head, the burning ambition that kept pushing him forward. He wanted you to know him inside and out and he wanted the same from you.

Before he could prod you to speak your mind the server came by with your dishes, setting your meals on the table. The redhead took her time, all the whilst your gaze was focused on the table, avoiding his. Billy’s heart started to pound in his chest, he was suddenly filled with doubt. Had he made a mistake in telling you the truth? Did he just completely fuck this up? Every second the goddamn redhead lingered at the table felt like an eternity when all he wanted was to shake you out of your stupor.

The second the server left, he moved in on you. “Are you gonna say something?”

You finally looked at him, your forehead burrowed. “We need to do a better job of hiding your history with Rawlins. I found it, that means someone else can too.”

“You gonna help me with that?”

You shook your head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I have to. You need me.”

“What I did doesn’t bother you?”

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “Of course it does, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t judge me. I won’t do that to you either. Besides, when the universe deals you a shitty hand you’ve got to find other ways to even out your odds.”

A strange feeling of warmth flooded over him, compelling him to angle forward and kiss you on the lips.

You pulled away a second later, smiling at him as you rubbed the corner of his mouth. “This lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”

“I don’t care.” Wicked visions of you flashed through his mind. Your bold red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off the way he liked it. His cum spread over your tits, your neck, your lips. The taste of your sweet, delicious cunt on his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth. The heat of your tongue against his as he rammed into you over and over-

“Stop looking at me like that,” you warned.

“Then stop looking so hot,” he snarked.

You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.

It blew his mind how sweet and shy you were when he paid you compliments, like you didn’t expect that from him. Obviously he needed to fix that, because you deserved to know how insanely beautiful you were all the time.

“Has Anvil been okay without Rawlins?” you asked, taking a bite out of your butternut squash ravioli.

Swallowing his steak, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was tough for a while but we’ve been doing pretty well the last few months.”

“You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished, Billy. You took a big risk going into business for yourself and you made it work. That’s amazing. I could never do that.”

Billy’s insides radiated with happiness. Other than Curtis and Frank he never really had people who genuinely believed in him so to have you cheering him on was exalting. Especially considering you were great at what you did and he had so much respect for you.

He poured himself and you more wine before reaching for your hand again. “I think you could. You’d make a shitload of money if you freelanced.”

You shook your head ‘no’. “No way, I’m too much of a coward to take a risk like that.” You took a sip of your wine. “Plus I get to go to Paris for work.”

“Or you could go to Paris on vacation and not work.”

“Then I’d have to pay for it,” you pointed out, grinning. “When you grow up the way I did, you learn to appreciate free things.”

Your enthusiasm was infectious, he couldn’t hep but smile back. A part of him was hoping this would be the perfect opening for you to talk more about your childhood, about everything you went through, because he desperately wanted you to trust him as much as he trusted you with his secrets.

“I’ll be there for two weeks,” you continued, oblivious to his disappointment. “We’re going to scout out locations for the new branch and-”

“We?” Billy interjected.

You cast him a quick glance. “Roger’s coming with me on the trip.”

The jealousy that struck him felt like a swift kick to his gut. Images of you and that goddamn bastard traipsing around and enjoying romantic date nights in Paris assaulted his mind. Agitated, he pulled his hand from yours. “I bet that fucker can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“Billy, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“How would you feel if I took off with someone who wanted to fuck me?”

“First of all, he doesn’t want me.”

His jaw clenched with frustration as he glared at you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s thought about fucking you.”

“Even if he does, I don’t want him.” You reached out to cup his face, your voice so soft and tender in your attempts to placate him that he momentarily forgot how upset he was. “You really think I’d jeopardize what we have for a fling with Roger? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then don’t go. Turn him down.”

Irritation flickered over your face, he could tell you were done coddling him. “Billy, you have no right to ask me that. I’d never interfere with your work.”

Underneath all that jealousy he knew you were right. As much as he despised the idea of you going away to Paris with another guy, he couldn’t demand that you not go on work trips. If you did that to him, it would annoy the fuck out of him. Yet despite his rational side recognizing he was asking for too much, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. “That asshole’s gonna make a move on you, I know it.”

“What if he does? What do you think is gonna happen?”

Hs eyes met yours, urgently seeking some kind of validation from you. “You tell me.”

“Do you think I’m going to sleep with him?”

He flinched. “Don’t talk about fucking another guy, please. You’re gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You took his hand and placed it over your left breast, probably to distract him from all the disgusting images that were running through his brain. “I wanted you so badly and even then it took me like a month to fuck you. Trust me, I’m not going to sleep with him when I’m not even attracted to him.”

Spotting the earnestness in your eyes, the knot in his stomach finally loosened. Roger may have had a hard-on for you but Billy knew you felt nothing for the fucker. He’d noticed that even at the night of the gala. So that meant he had to trust you, there was no reason not to. “Call me every night when you’re there,” he grumbled.

“Every night? You’re probably going to start blocking my calls,” you laughed.

He booped your nose. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

You beamed. “Fine.” A wicked glint flashed in your eyes, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly moved his hand lower, his fingers now on your nipple. “Hey, just ‘cause you’re not there with me doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

He stroked your nipple over the fabric of your dress, enjoying how the nub hardened under his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat when he continued his ministrations. With his other hand he tucked your hair behind your ear, whispering to you. “Phone sex is alright, but nothing beats this.” His tongue curved along the shell of your ear, and you trembled against him. “Right?”

The waitress seemed to come out of nowhere this time to ask how your meals were, and you jumped back. Disappointed, he sighed.

“Food was great. Thank you,” you replied, smiling stiffly at the redhead.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Privacy would be great,” Billy muttered.                                                            

You kicked him under the table. “Dessert menu?”

“Sure. I’ll bring it right over,” the waitress said, taking your plates away.  

“I’ll give you all the sugar you want once we get outta here,” he murmured seductively, caressing your thigh.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “That’s a terrible line!” You took his hand and removed it from your thigh. “Billy, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”

“Why not?”                                                      

“Because it’s our first date and I don’t put out on the first date.”

“Now that’s a terrible line,” he fired back, mimicking your earlier tone.

“Also, we already had sex this morning.”

“So? I’m greedy. I can’t get enough of you.” There was that shy smile of yours again, and he reached out to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “You blush every time I tease you.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, it’s adorable.”

Your cheeks grew even more red. “I’m not used to it from you. A part of me still thinks you’re bullshitting me.”

Billy stiffened. “Really?”

“I know you’re not playing me,” you reassured. “It’s on me, not you. I just have a hard time accepting when good things happen.”

The waitress came by with the dessert menu. He briefly glanced at it before ordering a slice of pecan pie while you ordered a piece of chocolate cake.

As soon as the redhead left, he broached the topic with you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe. You have to believe that.”

You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. “I do. You were so pissed off at me last night. I honestly expected you to hit me because you were so angry. But you didn’t.”

It made him sick to his stomach that you actually thought him capable of hitting you. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would worry about that, but of course you would. With your childhood it made perfect sense, he was just a fucking idiot who hadn’t realized how much it still impacted you. “I’m never gonna lay a hand on you. I swear.” His eyes locked with yours, hoping you can sense how much he meant those words.

“I believe you.”

His voice was insistent, his gaze boring into you. “Why did you think I would?”

Your eyes wavered from his eyes to his lips for a long time, the atmosphere thick with tension. Your facial expressions ran the gamut of painful emotions, from uncertainty to fear to sheer panic.

It finally sank in that maybe the reason you were keeping the truth from him had noting to do with if you trusted him or not. Maybe you didn’t want to be assaulted by memories from the past that caused you so much pain. The last thing he wanted was for you to experience that hell again. Regretting his demanding tone, his hands caressed down the length of your arms. “You don’t have to tell me, It’s okay.”

Your eyes brimmed with aching vulnerability as you looked up at him. “I want to… I just… give me some time, okay?” You pressed your lips against his, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long, I don’t want to ruin it, you know?”

His heart felt full, his mind reeling with wonderment at the thought of you truly reciprocating his feelings. His arms wrapped around you as you sank into him, burying your face in his chest. His fingers stroked the back of your hair, murmuring soft, soothing words to you. Somewhere in the distance he heard the server’s voice trying to interject, but he didn’t give a damn.  He was yours and you were his and nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.

Part 18

A/N - I realize not much happened in this chapter but I just reallly wanted to write a dialogue heavy part where they simply get to know and enjoy each other. I think they’ve earned some fluff. LOL.

As always, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Please let me know your thoughts.

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[bastillewolf]

Shinigami Eyes (I)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: When you’re paired up with Corpse as imposters in a game of Among Us, you seem to somehow apprehend each others strategies even though it’s the first time you’ve ever played together. He appreciates a good impostor.

Notes: I know I still have many fics I need to finish, but I just wanted to throw out a quick Corpse one because sad to say I’ve been simping for him too. By the way, this is my interpretation of him and this is just for fun. Also, I haven’t written for second person in a while, so I’m sorry if this sucks.

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Shinigami Eyes - Oneshot

“Hey, I wanted to invite Corpse,” Sean said right as the Among Us theme started playing on your computer.

“Great vooooice,” Grease called out.

“Oh, I haven’t played with him before,” you said. It was true, but you’d heard of his legendary voice before and your viewers had been asking for him. You’d only allow it because No Simp September was over. Chat was already going mad.

“You’ll love him. Unless he murders you, because he’s a great imposter,” Sean replies. “He’s too good,” Felix adds.

After a moment, you heard the familiar noise of someone joining the Discord. “Hello everyone,” a deep rumble greeted. The group all said their welcomes, while you introduced yourself. “Very nice to meet you, Corpse,” you added. You didn’t want to comment on the obvious. He must hear it all the time. But you couldn’t deny it was like silk to your ears.

“Nice to meet you to. You make great vids.” A blush spread across your cheeks, “You shouldn’t say things like that, chat is already jealous.” He chuckled.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

Great, you’re instantly sweating. Thankfully, though, it seems you were lucky enough to have been teamed up with the king of lying himself. Corpse’s name is as bloodred as yours.

You decide to follow him after Toast and Sean, and think about how it was Sean who ironically invited the person who was going to murder him in just a few moments. All four of you were being decontaminated below lab, when Corpse made stepped a tad closer to him. You almost synchronically chopped their heads off, and you squealed in excitement. 2 down, 4 to go. As long as no one would find their bodies for a while, you still had time.

Next thing, you’re out of the South entrance and you’ve split up. You join Sykkuno in electric and just wait on him to do his task. Felix joins you afterwards in the next room. That’s when Toast’s body, and ultimately Sean’s, is reported.

Corpse had run back and self-reported.

“Corpse and I just ran into decontamination and found Sean and Toast,” Rae announced.

You were still muted. “Oh god, he’s playing a dangerous game.”

Sykkuno decided it would be the perfect time to call you out. “You and Felix only joined me a while later and decided to stay. Kinda sus of you.”

“No, she was with me at the beginning. I watched her do a task in office,” your fellow impostor vouched. They’d been right, he’s a damn good liar. He manages to hide any sliver of emotion in that deep baritone.

“I don’t trust Corpse anymore, he does stuff like this all the time when he’s impostor,” Lily noted.

“Stuff like what?” He huffed in amusement.

The group agreed the accusation made was a bit vague, and it had affectively directed the attention away from you and onto Felix. After another round of some serious investigating and threatening you all decided to skip.

“Corpse makes me feel less nervous about being an impostor,” you tell chat, “He seems so chill about it.” You ran down to Weapons, but decided against killing anyone when you found three people doing tasks there. You shoved yourself into the clump of bodies and waited until everyone had finished. Running back up to centre with both Lily and Rae, you felt restless that you would eventually have to kill one of them. You just hoped they wouldn’t take it personally.

Corpse ran past, alone. Your characters didn’t have eyes, but somehow they showed a mutual understanding. He killed Lily, you killed Rae. You sputtered and chortled and followed right on after him down into the venthole. He met you in the bathroom stall. “Cosy,” you joked. Until Grease walked in. “Oh, that’s awkward.” You realized you were still standing suspiciously over the venthole. “Shit.”

You didn’t know where Grease had gone, but your first instinct was to hit the red emergency meeting button in the Office. “Grease was in the bathroom stall hovering over a vent.” You may not have your fellow impostors emotionless tone, but you knew laughing through your accusation usually worked.

“Are you kidding me?! I just saw you and Corpse standing in there doing I don’t know what!” Grease yelled.

“That’s a bold statement. You know I’d never cheat on Sykkuno,” Corpse said. “Wait, what?” the man in question replied. Corpse ignored him.

“Corpse was with me when I found you there. On another note I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people vent at the same time before.” Two truths, technically.

“Alright, I’m voting Grease,” Felix said, “I’m sensing liar voice.”

Sykkuno suspected Grease and you, but promised he’d vote you out after if he was wrong. “We have to vote now,” you reminded them.

Grease was ejected.

You met Corpse again in laboratory, where only Felix was doing a task. No one moved. “Oh no, you may have the honours,” you gracefully called out to an unsuspecting impostor. He seemed to get the message through however, and swiftly killed Felix when the Kill button was set to press again.

Defeat.

 “Oh my god, that was so stressful,” you cried out. Corpse chuckled, “Don’t worry, you did great.”

“Hey, don’t you dare steal him,” Sean threatened, “He’s my impostor mate!” You laughed.

“You murdered me and Lily almost synchronically,” Rae sputtered, to which Sean added, “Oh my god, same here. It was some nasty psychic shit.” “Corpse and I just have the Shinigami eyes,” you explained. You saw Corpse’s name flash in the top left corner, but only heard him exhale in amusement. It was cute.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Oh… my… god.” Has this ever happened before in this game? Either way, no one will suspect both of you to be it again. You imagine he was feeling similarly, as he hadn’t moved from the spawn point yet. “How in the fuck…?” Chat was confused, but seemed to enjoy the spectacle.

You and corpse split up this time. Don’t use the same tactics twice.

You followed Felix and Sykkuno into Office and faked a task. They decided to wait for you, and you kept your eyes on the green bar until it moved. You travelled trough Admin and Decontamination until you met up with Lily in Labs. “Shit,” you murmured, “There’s too many people. I’m gonna look suspicious.”

Corpse showed up. Lily and Sykkuno left. You killed Felix. Toast walked in, and unfortunately at the hands of your teammate, he did become toast.

You ran in a circle around him and hoped it was enough of a hint for him to follow you. He picked up on it and followed you into the bathroom stall. But neither of you vented. You let a smile slip, almost forgetting you had a face cam. Awkwardly clearing your throat, you explained to your viewers in a very non-convincing way this was just a good impostor strategy. They’d do well to learn from it.

The bodies were reported instantly, and you cursed under your breath. Lily was the one who reported it. “So, I found Felix in Labs and there were only two other people in there before me and Sykkuno left.”

“I went down through Decontamination,” you explained, “I lost Corpse back at Labs.”

“I went back North, I passed you on the way there, Lily.”

Lily was sus of you. “What? Why?!” You asked. “Because I didn’t see anyone in Decontamination and there’s no way you could’ve gone through there that quickly. I wasn’t gone that long,” she said.

Well, shit. “Weren’t the lights off? You couldn’t possibly see me in Decontamination. I’m wondering why you walked back into Labs anyway, Lily.”

A series of ‘ooh’s were heard through the Discord call.

“But I was running up that hallway, I didn’t see you come out,” Grease suddenly spoke up.

“Why were you in there, Grease?” Corpse asked, but you knew it was already too late.

“I was running up to do my task in Labs. I didn’t see her come through the doors before the body was reported.”

“I wasn’t out of Decontamination yet,” you ground out. It was of no use, however. More than half of the people left voted you out, including Lily, Grease, Sean and Corpse, since he had an image to maintain as fake crewmember.

HeartEyes was ejected.

You decided, both out of your own interest and for content’s sake, to follow Corpse as a ghost. He seemed to be having the same trouble as you, suddenly being surrounded by a group of people. “That’s rough. He’s gonna have to kill five more people.”

That was when he bravely decided to take action. Sabotage the reactor, follow everyone there, jump into the lump of people trying to fix the problem and kill so no one would know who did it. He self-reported it in the blink of an eye.

The group was indeed confused, to say the least. Grease had died. “Wait, who was the last to come in?” Sean asked. “It was me,” Corpse admitted, “But I did the handprint scan because no one else was doing it. Weren’t you standing there doing that with Lily?” “Yeah, I had to wait because it wasn’t working.”

“What?!” Lily exclaimed, in only a way she could, “I was doing the scan! It was Sean, then!” The two suspects were starting a heavy discussion, whilst your eyes were trained on the red of Corpse’s name.

The group decided to vote out Lily, as she was the one to report the last murder.

“Is he just… Killing the people who voted for me?” you muttered. Shaking your head, you continued, “Nah, it has to be coincidence.”

But then a body was found, and Corpse said he suspected Sean again. Was he actually working down the list? “Is he avenging me? That’s so sweet, no one has ever done that for me before…” Just a video game, you had to remind yourself. It was just a video game you were playing with friends. And a man with a very nice voice who’d just murdered everyone who did you wrong. Just a game, yes.

Turns out, Corpse really knew how to put his voice to use, as Sean was ejected. He managed to kill Sykkuno and Dave after that, and the game was won by the imposters.

“AGAIN?!” Felix yelled, “How did you two get teamed up again?!” “That’s bullshit,” Sean laughed.

You smiled, as Corpse said, “Us Shinigami’s have to stick together.” It made you blush. “Thanks for avenging me, Corpse. That was very sweet of you.” He chuckled, “Any time. I don’t mind killing people when I have a good teammate.”

“Hey! I’m still here too, you know!” Sean yelled upset.

“It was really fun playing with you guys,” you said, stretching your arms. You’d already been streaming for three hours, it was time to go. Everyone said goodbye, but you didn’t hear Corpse. And you wished it hadn’t twisted your stomach in the way it did.

You wished your viewers a nice day, and promised to update them on Twitter when you’d be streaming next. You were done for the day.

Yet, as you’d closed all tabs and were about to close Discord, you got a call. It was private, and it was from Corpse.

“Hey, miss me already?” you jokingly said.

He chuckled quietly. He suddenly seemed a lot shyer now, being extracted from the group. “Nice game.”

“Yeah, you really know how to keep your emotions hidden. I was impressed, to say the least.”

“You were really good, too. I can appreciate a good imposter.”

You bit your lip. “Hm, I hope to see some more of that appreciation in the future. It was rather nice having someone avenge me.”

“I’d do it again any time. Hiding in the toilet was a good strategy, by the way.”

You snorted at that, “Not good enough, it seems. They voted me out.”

“Big mistake. Nobody kills my teammate.”

“Aww, did the Shinigami catch feelings for the human?”

He rumbled, “I thought you weren’t human?”

You didn’t comment on the fact that he’d failed to answer the original suggestion you’d made. “Touché.”

It was quiet for a moment, and you wondered if you’d crossed a line there and made the wrong assumptions about where the conversation was going. You quickly added, “Are you playing again this week?”

“Yeah, Sean said they’d stream again this Thursday.”

“I suppose I’ll see you there, then.”

He hummed. You sensed there was more to it, though. He hadn’t made any indication he wanted to end the call yet. But then he finally said, “I hope we get teamed up again. So you can get your own revenge.”

“I hope so too.”

***

Might do a follow up to this oneshot, if anyone asks for it. Will definitely create more for Corpse, he’s a lot of fun to write.