#And everyone all freaked out and his shield is shining and all

[notacluedo]

Fortune favours the bold amirite

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR ─── jonathan crane ✧♤

ೃ⁀➷ “Finally, a sin worth hurting for, a fervor, a sweet--you are mine.” — ‘Postcolonial Love Poem’, Natalie Diaz.

pairing. yandere!jonathan crane x reader

summary. a few months ago, you found out about your close friend’s… habit, of “cleaning up” creeps who hung around you. you use this to your advantage, but can you deal with the repercussions when your words backfire?

warnings. swearing, stalking, jonathan being creepy & delusional, manipulative but naive reader, mention of murder, p in v, creampie, breeding kink/forced breeding/babytrapping, unprotected sex, mild somno, oral sex (f), panty kink, forced cockwarming, drugging, heavy dubcon/noncon, SMUT UNDER THE CUT! 

word count. 6.1k

a/n. this is definitely the darkest thing ive ever written. pls read w caution everyone!!! this is also inspired by these headcanons by @babybluebex and this alphabet by @scorpiussage !!

i.

You covered your face with your palms, sniffling. “Maybe I’m just being overdramatic. I was always too nice to him, y’know? Maybe I did lead him on.”

Jonathan’s head snapped to you, swiftly stepping toward the couch and kneeling down in front of you. “No, no, that’s what he wants you to think. You did nothing wrong,” he assured, pulling your hands away from your face and wiping a sneaky, non-existent tear from the corner of your eye. 

You pouted at Jonathan, big doe eyes glistening with grief. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow… and everyday after that,” you lamented, “because it’ll be so - upsetting, seeing him.”

Jonathan’s large hands clasped around your own, delicate and warm. “Does it scare you? Him being there?” he murmured softly, peering deeply into you with an indecipherable look.

You nodded pitifully, looking down at his hands wrapped in yours so your hair would fall in front of your face, hopefully shielding the glee sparkling in your eyes. Thank god Jonathan had taken the bait -- it was only a matter of time before your dear, obsessive friend would get rid of your competitor for you. 

It was late evening, and you’d called Jonathan, pretending to rant about a coworker who confessed and got slightly violent at the fact you did not reciprocate his feelings. In truth, none of that had happened at all— said coworker was vying for the same promotion opportunity as you were, and it was just your luck that a few months ago you discovered your sweet friend from college had made it a habit to “clean up” any creeps and freaks hanging around you. 

What kind of ambitious career-woman would you be if you didn’t take advantage of that, huh? So there you were, crying on the phone so devastatingly that Jonathan would have no choice but to come over, comfort you, and later, be your knight in shining armor and kill, kidnap or maim your coworker. 

You didn’t think it immoral to do so, y’know, even though it clearly was. To you, it was just… indulging his little hero-fantasy, while also making your life just that much easier. It made you happy, and it made Jonathan happy. 

It was all harmless (to you, anyway), because you knew how reserved Jonathan was… how logical he was. You were positive he’d never cross that line, go too far; stray out of the shadows with that possibility of losing you still hanging over him like a cloud. 

You wrapped your arms around Jonathan’s thin neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you for coming tonight,” you murmured, your lips ghosting the shell of his ear. He shuddered under your touch, and you knew you had him whipped; probably already so deep within a plan to kill your coworker nothing could stop him.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said, pulling away and letting his hand come up to the hand-print sized bruises on your shoulder. “I can’t believe that - that monster hurt you.” Jonathan shook his head aghast, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes moved from your bruised shoulder to the strap of your lacy bra, trailing down your breasts before snapping back up to your face.

Your coworker hadn’t actually hurt you, obviously, but you had asked him to knead out a knot in your shoulder at lunch, and made him pinch harder ‘till you knew it would bruise. You’d known him for a couple of years now, coming from the same training batch, and had been involved in plenty of tit-for-tat exchanges, “scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours” type of deals. 

So you were close enough to be comfortable massaging the other-- but you’d be fucking damned if he got the promotion and you didn’t. 

“It’s not that bad,” you murmured, ducking your head like you were ashamed. 

“You don’t need to downplay it -- least of all to me,” Jonathan tutted softly, two fingers tilting your chin up to meet his gaze again. 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, brows knitting. “I know, I’m sorry, I just…” you blinked rapidly, as if you were trying to do away with on-coming tears, “I thought you wouldn’t believe me. He said… he said that nobody would believe me.”

And just like that, it was like a shadow had passed over him. Jonathan’s expression contorted almost frighteningly quickly, and gone were the delicate, comforting sweetness of his sharp features; thus came the darkened eyes, clenched jaw, frown digging into his cheeks. 

“…He said that?” Jonathan whispered, voice low, barely containing the rage seeping into his words.

“He said that - he could do… do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d never convince a soul.” You confided, letting your face get weepy, tear tracks running along the curve of your cheeks. 

At that, you suddenly pulled Jonathan close to you, pressing your face to his chest and making anguished cries leave your throat. His hands shakily came up to pet your hair, and you could hear his heartbeat; skipping beats and growing faster the longer you clutched onto him. 

“I believe you,” Jonathan insisted, and went from petting you to holding you so tight you could barely breathe, “I believe you.”

ii.

You never saw your coworker again. He’d sent in a notice of “vacation” that nobody could really object to… considering he also informed your boss he’d already gone, and was sending said notice from his hotel.

Sure, that was incredibly suspicious anywhere else, but that’s the thing— you weren’t “anywhere else”, you were in Gotham. If your coworker had actually gone on a split-second vacation, nobody would blame him; everyone you knew who lived in Gotham had snapped, at least once, and had to get away. Most temporarily, some permanently -- in which, chalking his fate up to Jonathan, your coworker was definitely the latter. 

Honestly, you weren’t very surprised when you found out Jonathan was, for lack of better word, murdering people. Specifically, people he deemed a “threat” to you. 

Jonathan had always been… a touch too overprotective. Territorial, even. It was far subtler in college, but you supposed that was because you’d seen him everyday; with both of you trekking through your hellish career aspirations, you couldn’t see each other as often as you had back in school. It was like that saying-- absence makes the heart grow fonder. 

You’d first met Jonathan in GSU’s large community library, after you dropped a book on his head. You were on one side of the bookshelf, he on the other, and you were trying to grab a book on a too-tall ledge. Instead of getting your measly grip on it, it went backwards and smacked Jonathan right in the rimless frames. It was a meet-cute, sort of, with you apologizing profusely, him brushing your worries off with that irritatingly charming smile of his, and then helping you with any books you needed (a clear advantage of his height) for the rest of the day. 

From there you became close friends. He always knew the right things to say, had various fascinating interests (half of them coinciding with your own), and was always, without fail nor doubt, an absolute darling. He never poked or prodded into information you didn’t want to tell him (at least not yet), constantly staying polite, respectful, eloquent, and patient. 

You knew now why and how your relationship had escalated like so: you suspected he’d been one of those “creeps” hanging around you, long before the library incident in your early college days. You first began adoring him for the most part because it felt like he understood you perfectly, unknowingly adhering to all your creature habits, liking all your hobbies, and knowing every word that could make you let your guard down like you’d been friends for years. It all made sense now-- he’d collected said information just from watching you for so long. 

Thus the “meet cute, sort of”; Jonathan had probably been planning the moment for months. Polite, respectful, eloquent, patient. 

Why you? Well, you didn’t know either. Getting psychological about this, you probably reminded him of a relative he adored - some Freudian aspect coming into play, y’know? But it all boiled down to one constant fact: he was obsessed with you. 

It should’ve scared you, and it probably would’ve, back in college, but it didn’t now. His type was a dime a dozen, incredibly hard to come by; the kind of guy who you know you can trust, rely on, know without a doubt he will never leave. 

Even if you and Jonathan were just friends, you suspected in his sweet, beautiful, sick and twisted mind he’d long since considered you his — and, similarly, since finding out his secret, you began thinking of him as yours. Perhaps not yours romantically, but more like you owned him. He was the ever-present lucky charm in your pocket, the one who reminded you that you’d been loved before so you’ll be loved again, your constant support. 

“How’re you feeling?” Jonathan’s worried voice crackled out of your beat-up phone, startling you back to reality. You were hiding in your car while on break, not keen on talking to any of your coworkers or bosses in the cafeteria, when you’d gotten a call from him. 

“A lot better, actually.” You said, taking a bite of your lunch and trying to sound relieved rather than giddy. “…He went on vacation.”

Jonathan hummed on the other end of the line. You could hear the grin in his tone, but he quickly coughed, smoothing out the cheerful jitters in his voice.  “Really? That’s rather… well-timed.”

You shrugged, as if Jonathan could see you, “Whether it’s about me, or not, I’m just… glad I don’t have to see him.”

“Know that I agree wholeheartedly– the thought of him being near you made my stomach turn.” He let out a sigh, like his nerves were finally relaxing, “How about you come over tonight? I can make us a nice dinner, you can stay over if you want-- I regret leaving you alone last night… you were terrified.”

You bit your lip. When it came to Jonathan actually getting, well, romantic, you hesitated. Did he really want you, or was it his obsession kicking in? You knew he loved who he thought you were: a frail girl he needed to protect, not knowing you’d been using him to your heart's content since you found out his dirty little secret.

You were running out of fingers on your hands to count how many people you’d directed him to… clean up. First it was little targets, like the barista at your usual coffee place who’d flirt and always take too long making your drink, causing several lates at work. More recently it was the landlord of your apartment, who’d raised the rent three times in one month; after she died, the ownership went to her absent-minded son who reset the prices to the original, more-than-comfortable regular rate. 

But… you supposed you could humor him. A reward of some sorts; an unknowing treat to your obedient, sweetheart guard dog. “I’ll stop by, then,” you responded delicately. “I… didn't want you to leave either, Jon,” you murmured, before quickly hanging up. 

Later, after work, you’re driving to Jonathan’s with a bottle of white wine. You did these kinds of things for eachother -- little gifts, you mean -- often. Yesterday, he visited your flat with pastries from a bakery you liked all the way down in Old Gotham. 

“Chardonnay,” Jonathan commented when you arrived, ushering you through the front door with a squeeze to the thigh and gently inspecting the bottle. “You know me so well.” 

“Dare I say the best,” you grinned, pressing a friendly peck to his cheek and handing him your evening coat before traversing into his house’s large kitchen, swiping a finger-dip into the various dishes he had laid out in the middle of cooking.

“At least don’t touch dessert,” he pouted, quickly hanging your coat in his entry closet and trailing behind you. But his expression still cracked into a loving smile when he saw you sneak your pinkie-finger into a chocolate custard. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll be patient,” you backed off with a cheeky smile, arms up in the air and opting to hoist yourself on an empty counter and watch him resume cooking. 

“How thoughtful of you,” he responded sarcastically.

It didn’t take him long at all to finish up, and your eyes were trained on his sinewy figure the whole way through; the careful way he cooked, the absolute attention to every detail. 

Sure, you could say that was because Jonathan was a detail-oriented person (because he was), but you also knew it was because he was nervous, fumbling to impress you-- you noticed these kinds of things a whole lot more after finding out. Like how he gave you his coat when you went out together late at night and it was cold, how he often kept you close with a hand to the small of your back, how intently he listened to your every word, like it was the last thing he’d ever hear. 

“Like what you see?” Jonathan joked when he was done, urging you to sit down across from him and handing you the chardonnay poured in one of his wine glasses. 

“M’just admiring your cooking skills,” you explained sweetly, taking the glass and sipping it mildly. 

Jonathan’s eyes crinkled, lips curling into a sheepish smile. He didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to: he radiated delight. You swore you could see pink dusting his high cheekbones, a feverish blush burning from his ears to his pale neck. 

From there, dinner went on with some friendly chatter, his skillful dishes, and several more glasses of chardonnay. Nothing ever got old with Jonathan-- he listened well and he spoke gently and he revered your every word; you felt important just by being near him, he was so devoted. 

By the end of the night, however, you were feeling rather light-headed- veering on the edge of unconsciousness: “I think I’ll - take you up on that offer, Jon…” you murmured, trailing off and getting up from your seat. It was odd, surely, how quickly a mere white wine had gotten you drunk, but then again you’d been housing a nearly-full glass every few minutes. You lost your drink count ages ago. 

Jonathan, ever the gentleman, stopped tidying up immediately. “Good judgment,” he nodded agreeably, coming to your aid and picking you up bridal style. Your head swam at the sudden movement, his feet swiftly heading down the hallway, but his gentle voice quickly aided the dizziness: “Don’t force yourself and don’t worry, just sleep…”

“M’sorry,” you whispered, holding him tightly by the lapel, more words on the tip of your tongue, but he just shushed you, “didn’t help.”

“That’s quite alright, my love,” he replied lowly, entering his bedroom. He pressed an uncharacteristic kiss to your forehead and let you down onto his cushy mattress, watching how quickly your eyes dropped. You were certainly feeling the effects of the glass he laced now-- and then you were out. 

Jonathan needed to have you now, under his protection, and he’d achieve that through any means necessary, be it liquid melatonin or anything else…

“You’ll have plenty of time to help later. You’re home now.”

iii.

“Sorry about… last night,” you said the next morning when you got up, rubbing your eyes sleepily and padding into Jonathan’s kitchen. 

You found him leaning against his marble countertops, gently sipping down a mug of black coffee within his calloused grip, and he raised a brow amusedly. “You said the same thing in your sleep.”

Your gaze darted away from his own at the sudden embarrasssment. “Nonetheless… thanks, Jon. I’ll be out of your hair immediately-- I’m actually rather late for work. I kept a dress here last time, right?”

He set down his mug with a dull clink, and in your rambling, he’d made his way right in front of you. “No need,” he murmured, to which you tilted your head in confusion. 

“I already called in for you. You’re not going to work today.” He explained, a thin smile coming up to his face, eyes gleaming.

You laughed awkwardly, suddenly feeling trapped at the way he took slow steps forward, making you backtrack into the wall. “What are -- Jonathan, what are you talking about?”

“I can’t, in good conscience, let you leave.” Jonathan insisted with a nod, expression knitted in a way you knew he thought he was doing the right thing. 

‘“Let me’ leave? Is- is this a joke? Because it’s… it’s not a funny one,” you stuttered, heart beginning to hammer in your chest at the way he looked down at you. It was like he was watching a wounded animal-- in a way, you felt like it… and Jonathan was clearly your predator. 

“It’s not a joke, dear. Gotham’s gotten too dangerous for you,” he informed you softly, hands coming up to hold your face lovingly. His steps stopped, and you felt it: he’d finally pinned you against the wall, and there was no escape. “That coworker of yours was the last straw. My heart aches at the thought of what he could’ve done to you.”

“I - that wasn’t…” You trailed off, cringing at the way he leaned in further, his hot breath fanning on your cheeks -- how helpless you were against his advances. 

You knew something was going to happen when Jonathan couldn’t just stay on the sidelines anymore, but you didn’t think it’d happen like this. You thought it might end with him professing his love to you, pleading and begging you to indulge him fully. That he’d fume and sob at rejection… that he’d let you go. 

But Jonathan was like a ticking time bomb: with every victim you gave him, moments were ticked off his clock. It seemed that your coworker was the last second… and that he’d had enough of his frail darling being surrounded left and right by threats to take care of. He knew it’d all be so much easier if he could keep you safe in one spot, a place only he could enter.

“That wasn’t what? My god, I knew I couldn’t leave you all alone like that anymore… you’re too sweet, too innocent to know what’s gone too far,” he shook his head pityingly, unaware how hypocritical his words were. 

“Jonathan,” you looked up at him, breath catching at the way his fingers dug into your neck, “what are -- what are you going to do to me?”

He let out a sharp laugh, “Do to you? Oh… no, my love, I won’t be doing anything to you… no, I’ll be keeping you safe.”

“Safe?” you repeated incredulously, “but what about - my life? My friends? My family? My job?”

He shushed you, not unlike he had done just the other night, or the night before that, “You don’t need to worry about any of those trivial things anymore. You have me. I’ll give you anything -- no, everything you want.”

Your lips parted and closed, unable to come up with a response that may cause him to realize the sheer insanity of what he was saying. He’d gone too far… had slipped too deep into the infatuation while you weren’t looking.

Then, Jonathan wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pressing your face into the crook of his neck and immediately invading your nostrils with the scent of his cologne. It had been nice, once, but now it sickened you: how quickly that scent made your head swirl and your stomach clench… how quickly Jonathan had went from a darling pet of yours to a terror of unimaginable size. 

Fuck, you thought, fuck, you’d been playing with fire this whole time-- you had been playing with fire while being naive and underestimating and wholly stupid. 

You’d completely underestimated the depth of his commitment; how Jonathan was the kind of man who loved one and only one, and that there was no letting go with him. That once he had his claws in your skin, there was nothing that could stop him. 

But then, you remembered your thoughts from just two days prior-- you had him whipped. It was like a lightbulb went off; you knew you could use that, use his mindless, adoring obsession to you…

“Jonathan,” you murmured under your breath, too quiet for him to hear as he hummed lovingly above you. “Jonathan,” you repeated, louder this time, pushing him away and startling him.

He blinked rapidly, fixing his glasses that had gone askew in your sudden movement. “What is it, my love?”

“You -- you love me, do you not?” you asked, swallowing the cowardly dryness in your throat.

Jonathan nodded vehemently, inching closer, desperate to have you in his arms again. “Nothing in the world could compete with my love for you. Nothing.”

You exhaled shakily, putting your hands out in a poor way of creating more distance between you two. “I - I love you, too. I love you.”

You saw Jonathan’s face light up at your sudden confession, saw how his demeanor changed from hesitant to beaming. “You love me?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” you insisted, panting as beads of sweat rolled down your back, “and I’m telling you… I won’t anymore, not if you keep me here. If you truly love me, you won’t trap me here.”

“It’s because I love you that I plan to keep you here,” he frowned, before grabbing you by the extended wrist, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you in a deathgrip. 

“But you love me,” he repeated in amazement, pressing rough kisses along the side of your neck that had you whimpering, “so you’ll understand. God, how I’ve longed to hear those words leave your mouth.”

Jonathan had gotten tunnel vision at this point, barely registering your pleas, and when he began pawing at your clothes, apparently in some kind of delusion that your “confession” was a lustful one… you jumped ship. 

He thought your confession meant he had permission to have a taste of you, and while it made your knees buckle and your throat burn, if it meant he might finally fucking listen, let you convince him to let you leave… so fucking be it. 

The two of you then stumbled back down his hallway to the bedroom, tugging at each other’s garments while pressing hungry kisses on one another. You played along dutifully, trailing your hands along his back while tugging off his jacket, and other articles of clothing. 

Entering the bedroom at last, Jonathan gently pushed you down onto the springy bed, having long since undone you-- you were left in your lacy underwear from the night before: black bra, black stockings, lacy thong hidden beneath it. 

You wore thongs because they didn’t leave any panty lines under your thin pencil skirts, but you were quickly regretting the choice when Jonathan crawled onto the bed and roughly tugged down your stockings, surely leaving holes and runs in them, and let out a lecherous groan at the sight. 

“God, I love your body,” he purred, hands hungrily groping your thighs and throwing your ruined stockings off to the side. “Can’t believe how long I waited for this.”

You closed your legs on instinct shyly, but he just as quickly pried your legs apart, leaning in and pressing sweet kisses along the soft flesh. “Jonathan…” you whimpered, trying to act needy, like you wanted him so bad-- in reality, you wanted to get this over with. 

You reckoned if you let him fuck you, get him pussywhipped, you could promise you’d adore him wholeheartedly if he just fucking let you leave his house. You couldn’t deny how his ministrations made you feel, though; his plush lips brushing along your clothed cunt made tingles run up your spine, made your heart beat in a way that was anticipatory rather than terrified. 

“Let me take care of you,” he promised, slipping off your panties and leaving your lips bare. You would’ve hissed at the cold, but the noise died in your throat as you saw Jonathan ball up the lace and press it to his face, inhaling deeply. 

“Fuck, you smell so good,” Jonathan groaned, and you almost gagged. “Wonder how good you’ll taste…” With that, he pressed his face between your legs and began lapping up your wetness, and you felt a gleeful smile tug at his face. 

You gasped at the sudden action, bucking up into him on instinct. Your cheeks burned with shame, but you still choked on an unwarranted mewl when Jonathan’s tongue slipped inside your sticky hole and felt along your velvet walls. 

He couldn’t exactly speak, with his mouth trained artfully on your cunt, but he let out an unintelligible noise of approval. All of this made you nauseous, your insides twisting in disgust, but your body reacted the opposite, pussy pulsing and clenching around him. 

It was just -- fucking criminal how skillful he was with that long tongue of his, licking long stripes up and down, suckling on your clit, searching for the spongy spot in your cunt that he knew he couldn’t find without his cock, but wanted to make you squirm anyway. 

You felt that familiar pressure building within you, his tongue going down on you faster, making shameful squelching noises echo around the room. He was hitting every pressure point, something you hadn’t felt in… well, honestly, you weren’t sure you’d been eaten out like this ever… 

The thought you were enjoying this, that he might actually make you come made you queasy, and your hands tangled through his locks, pulling him away. “Want - want your… your cock,” you panted, shaking your head when he tried to bury himself in your sex again. 

Jonathan frowned, going from all fours to sitting on the backs of his heels. “Baby…” he said, hesitant. You knew he wanted to take his time, worship you, treat you lovingly, but you were getting confused… losing yourself to the pleasure, forgetting you were doing this to stop him from holding you captive, not because you actually wanted it. 

You pouted, and, to prove your point further, you pressed one of your feet onto his extremely noticeable bulge, fondling it softly. He nearly doubled over at the much needed friction to his neglected cock, and then Jonathan finally let go of all his inhibitions, giving into his primal needs. 

He quickly undid his belt buckle and fly, slipping out of his suit trousers. Your heart sank at the reveal of his size; the imprint of his cock looked extremely intimidating, and that was beneath his boxer shorts. 

It seemed your thoughts showed on your face, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, leaving an embarrassing amount of your wetness on the skin. “It’s okay, my love,” he reassured, “your pretty pussy can take me.”

You nodded hesitantly, your teeth capturing your bottom lip and nipping at it nervously as you watched him completely undress… his cock wasn’t very thick, but boy, was it long, coloured a delicate pink hue that was pretty and aching, but you knew he wouldn’t be using it delicately at all. 

The way he looked at you, almost feral, eyes dragging over every curve and practically melting at how your hole gaped for him had you wanting to cover up, run away-- but you held still and forced yourself to brave through it. 

You only need to do this once, you repeat mentally, only once, and you can convince him to let you go. 

Jonathan didn’t waste any time touching himself or anything like that, he merely crawled atop of you and slotted himself between your shuddering lips. “So wet,” he grunted, slowly pushing his cockhead in. 

Despite his words, and the terrifyingly glaring feeling of your wetness, you still winced at the stretch; your back arched at the intrusion, your arms wrapping around his neck and digging your fingernails into his back just from the pain of his tip at your entrance. 

He slid the rest of the way in jiltedly, and you let out a pained gasp, then a helpless whimper, and finally, his name, your voice weak and raspy as he laid his weight on your torso, panting at how you soaked him. His unruly length was going deeper than you thought possible, and your mind went fuzzy with fear at how it’d feel when he actually started thrusting in and out. You could only pray he didn’t break you. 

“You did it, dear,” Jonathan announced proudly, pressing a kiss to your lips this time. You shuddered at the intimate gesture, but he didn’t seem to notice, and slowly pulled out, before slamming back in. 

You swore you saw stars, tears welling in your eyes at the rough action, and Jonathan placed his hands on your hips to soothe you by rubbing circles into the skin. “Full,” you choked out simply. 

Apparently, he thought that was praise, and he repeated the action, falling into a steady rhythm of slow but brutal thrusts. It had you gasping for air each time, the sting in your lower-half almost unbearable, but you suddenly felt yourself falling into a morally muddled, puzzling state of mind: he was practically torturing you with his length, but he was also whispering sweet nothings in your ear, gently massaging your rear. 

“You’re so -- fuck, thats a tight pussy -- beautiful,” he’d murmur, hanging his head low into the dip of your collarbone, “so beautiful.”

But, as you had to keep reminding yourself, you didn’t want this-- this was just the only way you’d escape. You didn’t want to be fucked by him, and most of all, you didn’t want him.

That train of thought was thrown out the window, however, when Jonathan’s hands suddenly hooked under your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. You were pulled further beneath him, and his cock went even deeper, punching up against the spongy spot in your pussy. 

You moaned; feverish, loud, wanton, and Jonathan drank it in fiendishly. From there, he knew where to thrust, pounding in and out of your cunt and hitting that spot everytime. The pain fell away into a sickly pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at how deliciously he was fucking you. 

“Jonathan!” You mewled, digging your heels into the small of his back. He was relentless, ruthlessly rutting his hips into yours and gripping your thighs so tight there’d be hand-shape sized bruises littering your body later. 

“You like that, darling?” he groaned proudly, pushing your hips further down his cock. “God, you love it, don’t you? I can feel you squeezing me…”

Your fucked out mind couldn’t discern between your lustful thoughts and your logical ones; you couldn’t help how you nodded, how you pleaded for more, despite the terror swimming in your gut -- despite how the sober part of yourself weeped. 

Then, it was like a tight rubber band around your stomach snapped; the pleasure that had been building in your gut burst, sending electric shocks of ecstasy running through your entire body. You saw white for a moment, your toes curling along his back as your thighs shook, your moan coming out terribly loud and sounding every bit his name. You didn’t mean to, of course, not again, but your mind filled in the gaps: Jonathan was fucking you, so Jonathan deserved the praise.

“Fuck!” Jonathan growled, “You came so hard… all because of this cock, all because of me.” Then, he began slamming his cock into your quivering hole quicker, desperately chasing his orgasm. 

It was only then in your foggy, post-high mind did you realize he’d never used a condom… you weren’t on anything, you hadn’t been for years, and the way Jonathan was fucking into you gave no indication he was stopping. The thought of him coming inside made your blood run cold; there’d be no escape, you’d be fucking finished— 

“Jon-- Jon, pull out,” you instructed weakly, trying to push him off you and watching how his focussed face tensed and tightened with the oncoming orgasm. 

“Sweetheart,” he panted with a frown, “what’re you talking about?”

“Please,” you whimpered helplessly, “just - just please pull out… don’t come inside, please!”

“I’m afraid not, my love,” He grunted, baring his teeth and hammering into you faster, “m’gonna paint your walls white… get you nice and pregnant, fuck, no-one’ll have to question who you belong to…”

“Don’t, no, no -- Jon, please,” you begged, struggling to get away from his assault on your cunt as he pressed his weight further onto you, pinning you down against the bed. 

But Jonathan wasn’t listening to you, not anymore. “Gon’ come, fuck, gon’ come,” he repeated, his thrusts stuttering, and you could only let out a grievous cry when you felt his cock twitch, hot spend spilling deep within you. 

Jonathan laid on top of you for a moment, pressing his forehead against your sweaty chest, before leaning back and pulling out of you. The painful stretch was reawakened, and your tears really came this time, large sobs exiting your mouth as you crumpled into a ball on the mattress. 

“Oh, my love,” he called your pet name with a furrowed brow, crawling closer to you, “what’s wrong? Was it too much? I know how delicate you can be…”

God, you could’ve screamed. He was still treating you like his little lamb… but you were beginning to feel that way, too; feeling like someone helpless he needed to protect. With the way you bunched up devastatedly beside him, it felt like Jonathan had fucking broken you, and then put you back together again with that doll image in mind. Not all the pieces fit the way he wanted them to, but Jonathan had time and brute force to fix all that…

“You -- you… I’m ruined,” you weeped, unable to explain properly with how terrified you felt, bringing your hands up to your face to shield yourself from him. 

Your plan had no future of fruition, not anymore… you’d fucked him so you could convince him you were trustful enough to leave and still be his, but you’d fallen into his trap; fucking him was the way he attached a ball and chain to your ankle.

His hand curled around your wrist roughly, pinning it to the bed and letting his other brush a tear from your eye.  “No, no, you’ll be the most gorgeous mother I know… your tits and your stomach all swollen like that? I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

Jonathan said that like you wanted him to be all over you, and it only made your cries wrack through your body harder. He then pulled you close to him, pressing your tear-stained face to his chest, letting you sob into him like he brought any comfort at all. 

You suddenly felt him press up to your entrance and your tears stopped momentarily, a fearful whine exiting your mouth instead. 

At your noise, he pet you gently, reassuringly, “Don’t worry… I’m just keeping us warm… keeping my come inside, my love.” With that, Jonathan slowly slid his length past your aching lips, until he was seated so deep within you his cockhead brushed up against your cervix.

His cream squelched within you and coated himself, feeling terribly slick and sticky between your thighs; you wanted to throw up there was such a large amount of it marking you from the inside.

“God, how d’you already feel brand new… need to do this more often….” he grunted the praise, and you felt shame colour you entirely.

But despite that shame and the terror swelling in your chest, the fact him within you was a surefire way none of his seed went anywhere but inside, his cock resting there did feel nice, like his rough fuck molded your pussy to fit him perfectly.

It was confusing… all of it very mind-boggling; how his actions petrified you while still making you feel nice and appreciated and loved… how his obsession was possessive and toxic but all at once delicate and thoughtful… how you felt yourself cry because he’d come inside you but was slowly succumbing to a sweet and comfortable sleep within his wiry arms. 

There was much time to make sense of your amalgamated terror and love later, however. Nine-months long, to be exact: you later woke up to Jomathan pummeling his leaking, hard cock back into you. All you did was whimper, keep limp as he used you-- there was no choice fighting back, not anymore; not since he’d fully marked you… impregnated you… made it so there was no way you were ever leaving him. 

[thewriterg]

𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧

Pairing(s): JJ Maybank x gn!reader, Pogues x gn!reader

summary: It didn’t take a rocket scientist or Pope to figure out the chemistry between you and your supposed best friend JJ and finally since you were both eight the tension broke and you were left with bliss

word count: 750+

request: Hey lovely! i will request for JJ a really fluffy morning at the chetau and him telling the pogues she's the one and her kissing and hugging him many times making him blush. thank u for choosing me<3 —@maybankslover—

warning(s): suggestive, morning after type vibe, kisses, everyone is grown up 😊, lots of loving, small mention of jealousy, fluff and language

A/n: —GIFs; @hybridluv— I owe you all so many requests responses please continue to be patient with me 😩 Also happy bhm!

JJ lied awake his head laying on your chest the only thing shielding you and clinging to your body was his T-shirt and your black underwear the blonde found himself rubbing feathered shapes into your skin

You were both covered in a decent amount of marks from the other but JJ upped you quite a bit the once reddish marks beginning to turn purple on his tan skin that seemed to shine under the sunlight seeping through his curtains

JJ found the little strength in his body he had to slip from under your grasp out of the room into the living room of the chàteau

JJ found the little strength in his body he had to slip from under your grasp out of the room into the living room of the chàteau

To say Kie and Pope we’re surprised was an understatement they couldn’t remember the last time JJ had been up before eleven am and here he was awake fully functioning at 10:50am

was he sick?

did he plan on killing someone!?

was he upset?

To say the pair were mildly freaking out was an understatement John B on the other hand didn’t hold the slightest bit of amusement on his face or hidden anywhere in his body language

The blonde maneuvered his way through the kitchen taking a bottle of water and those flip yogurt cups you liked from the fridge his hair tousled

“Have fun last night JJ?” John B called out to his best friend as the blonde looked at him with sheepish look taking his hand and rubbing it against the back of his neck

since when the hell was JJ shy?

“Im sorry man” JJ grumbled while John B rolled his eyes as Pope and Kiara stood confused as the time past

It wasn’t long before JJ turned to walk away and the angle of his body turned into the sunlight that spread throughout the living room hit the littered markings along his chest and torso

Now anybody who was close to the blonde would have thought it was from Luke his malicious father who couldn’t keep his filthy hands to himself off his son but this was different

These marks were pink and purple

not red and blue from bursting veins

And these bruises didn’t mark his face

but rather his collarbones, neck, and trailing down his torso down into the pajama pants he wore which rested on his hips that had faint hand marks that definitely didn’t come from a slap across the face

“You’re together!?” Kie squealed noticing the lack of Your presence around the living room even thought she knew you all came back to the chàteau after the kegger

“Yea and didn’t fail to let me know either going at it like rabbits all night” John B grumbled with the roll of his eyes chugging a water bottle in his grasp while Pope punched his shoulder as The brunette mocked hurt

“I just thought it was time we stopped chasing each other” The blonde shrugged his face becoming warm as he blushed in front of his friends

“Go get them J” Pope encouraged as JJ nodded taking a turn in his step on the way to room he claimed as his

💌💌💌💌

JJ quietly stepped into the room to see you already up scrolling on your phone at the sound of the door your eyes met his blue ones and you couldn’t help but let a small smirk etch it’s way on your face at the markings littering his tan skin

“This is a sight to see every morning” JJ smirked right back at you before handing you the yogurt cup and sitting the water bottle on the nightstand next to his bed before plopping on the bed next to you making your figure bounce

“They know” The blonde simply stated and you just looked over at him before nodding your head the comfortable silence falling over the both of you like a warm blanket in the cool evening

“I want you to know i meant everything I said last night that I loved you, love you more than anything, that we’re in this deep, deeper than the ocean” JJ went from fiddling with his finger to staring at you with puppy eyes filled with admiration

No humor in his eyes

Or mischief

Just pure truth and admiration

“I don’t want you to keep chasing me, we’re in this for real this time” You foreheads rested against one another as you stared into his soul and searched yours

There was no fault

There was no deception

Just pure love

Love deeper than the ocean

💌💌💌💌

I am so Rusty when it comes to writing outer banks 💀 but season 3 comes out on the 23rd! So I’ll have some new content for that

If you would like to be added to outer banks/ or any character from outer banks taglist let me know

[indigos-stardust]

Violet, Blue, And Bruised All Over: Long Talks part 2

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 6 2/3

Sorry for the hiatus lol, Vio and greens Convo is next part, should be fun, Comments and reblogs appreciated!! I wanna hear y'all's thoughts!

"Green was right about those too being similar. But it wasn't just cuz they were so stubborn. More like they were both weirdos that had a vendetta against sleep. Seriously, would it kill Blue to sleep in for five more minutes..."

Blue unlocks the gate to the training yards, practically yanking the key out before he shoved his way into the door. Yep, there it was. Blue, folks. Mr. King of Emotional Repression. Red couldn't help but roll his eyes. Sure, he was kinda bullying Blue right now, but it was only in his head! And it wasn't his fault Blue dragged him out here before the Hylias light could even grace the sky.

Blue just kept moving like some stocky stiff machine, aggressively setting up the training dummies. Oh no- That layout and choice of training dummies and lack of shields meant he wanted to be competitive. Usually Green was there to rise to the challenge in those "everyone's the enemy and lets see who'll score more points because I actually feel angry at the world but I don't know how to talk about it cuz I'm Blue!" duel things. But today, it was only Red. Hell no.

Ok, all he had to do with turn up the charm! Just cuz there wasn't any sun didn't mean he couldn't shine bright enough to make up for it! Probably.

Red's plan was to softly put his hand on Blue's shoulder, start with that emotional support you know, but then Blue immediately stiffening and clenched his entire body so hard before he'd even grazed his fingers against him. Oh this was bad.

"Hey Blue?"

Blue grip on the wooden training swords was so tight his knuckles were white. If he breaks another one he'll get splinters again.

Time to turn up the charm, "Blue? Hey! Why are you being a grumpy silly head??"

He tried to really bring some light soft teasing into it, with wide open eyes and a non judgemental silence aaaannnnd-

Blue turned around with the most pathetic look he'd ever seen Blue wear in his entire life! Or well, since they became four people anyways- Is that what I look li- NO PAY ATTENTION TO BLUE.

He looks like a toddler trying desperately to NOT bawl his eyes out! Face all scrunched up, eyes unsure, and a wobbling uncertainty. He was obviously trying to look mad, but the way his furrowed brows and eye kept twitching it was clear he couldn't hold on to Red's all consuming gentleness.

All at once Blue yelled an ugly curse and kicked into the weapons rack. Red had to flinch back to avoid the whiplash.

"UEGH! Don't you get it?! Of course IM NOT FREAKING OKAY?!!"

Hook, line, and sinker.

"WHY IS IT THAT WHENVER SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS ITS ALL MY FAULT?! OH ILL TELL YOU WHY, ITS CUZ IM THE BAD GUY RIGHT?! RIGHT?!!"

Oof, and there it is. Raw and true, and oh so Blue. Red had been tempted to zone out on Blue's rant's since they could get.. slightly lengthy, but he still needed to pay attention. Cuz buried under all those sharp cold layers was something very raw and in pain. Lashing out like a cornered animal. Oh Blue...

Blue kept stomping and huffing as he went on, hands clenching and grasping as thought he was trying to strangle an enemy that wasn't there. Stomping feet leaving little clouds of dust in his wake as he went back and forth.

"I'm NOT some kid!"

" HE'S THE ONE WHO-"

"I didn't even DO ANYTHING?!"

"I trIeD to DEAL with the NERD but NoOOOOo I'm THE BAD GUY-"

"Teaching him a lesson and THEN GREEN-"

One after one, a dam broken, the hot waters gushing out with a force so great it'd overwhelm and push away anyone who tried to stop it. But Red didn't try to stop it. He let it pass around him as he observed. He was ok, and Blue would be ok too.

He loved Blue.

"And- AND- He- I JUST- AUGH!"

Suddenly, Blue stops in his tracks. Flustered, red and sweating, feet together like some shy and embarrassed kid. He's got a grip on his own arm, shoulders hunched, like he's trying to keep himself together. A look of frightened shock overcomes him, as though he's only just now realized where he is.

Red just keeps sitting on the bench though, head tilted, mind open. Puppy vibes c'mon. He watches Blue crumble inside, a deep sigh overcoming him.

"And I-"

"Yeah?"

"I just-"

Red quietly smiles, and pats the spot beside him. Before he knows it, Blue has already plopped beside him, exhausted without even picking up a sword.

"I just don't get it."

"Whaddya mean?"

Blue fists grip his knees tighter. "Why he was even so mad..."

"Green?"

"N-No, I... I deserved that. ONLY a little bit though I-"

Red incredulously raised a single eyebrow.

"AUGH! Ok fine! I deserved it a lot! Is that what you want?? To rub it in more?!"

Red blew a strand of hair out from Infront his nose. He seemed so disinterested at first, but then, like the flick of a finger, a mischievous little smirk grew.

"AWH, Blue!! I didn't know you thought of me so highly!" he beamed.

Blue couldn't have looked more unimpressed if he tried.

Red couldn't help but a giggle a little bit before he softed.

Blue sighed and mumbled remorseful, "Didn't mean to stress you out I just.."

Blue paused, watching the light join the horizon. His whole mood just reminded Red of a damp campfire. Or maybe a wet cat? One of the two for sure. Red couldn't help the surge of love and pride, Blue really had gotten SO much better at talking about his feelings! Blue worked so hard on it, Blue was amazing.

Red pressed up against his side and slipped his hand over Blue's.

Blue finally broke, "I just can't figure out how I messed up so bad- Vio- I know he doesn't like me, I get why I just- What did I do to make HIM outta all people get so... mad? at me?"

Oh. Red got it now.

"He never gets like that, that's what I do! And- I just don't get how I messed up that bad?!"

Red frowned, thoughtful, "Well, what happened before you guys started fighting and stuff?"

Blue grimaced, "I was just.. Telling him to do the laundry for once- Wasn't even telling him to do it correctly this time either!"

Red mentally facepalmed, but schooled his expression. This was like when he almost got into a fight with the radish seller guy isn't it?

"Blue," Red started quietly, "Do you remember how you asked him to do the laundry?"

Blue froze, stupefied, like he'd never considered in all his history that that could do anything with what happened. Probably because he hadn't. Blue was, extremely, tone deaf.

"I uh, joked about it? I mean- I he mentioned me like- being all frozen and stuff like a jerk! I was trying to "lighten stuff up like you said I should!"

Oh for Faron's fate-

"Blue," Red deadpanned, " Tell me exactly what you said. And what you guys were talking about BEFORE that. "

The absolute clueless, oblivious, and unaware look that screamed "thoughtless gerbil in a field with hawks" was. So painful to watch.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Well uhhh Vio was kinda like. Being a btch?"

Red somehow managed to resist the urge to slam his skull into the brick wall behind them.

"Blue."

Blue, in question defensively puffed up like some startled baby kitten, " Hey! I- I'm telling the story and its the truth! It's not just me being mean about it! And- I won't even swear again ok! Don't tell Green- Please-"

Red silently stared into Blue's soul for half a minute. Din give me strength- "Okay."

Blue straightened up, like he was talking to some higher ranking knight, confident and steady. Or as confident and steady as you could be when you had baby rabbit ears that flicked and burned crimson with shame.

"He- He thinks that he's better than everyone else, you KNOW how big his head is-"

"Bigger than yours, Blue?"

"H-hey n- No! ANYWAYS, he was being all judgmental and crap!"

"Uh huh?"

" And- And all 'oHHOoOHH IM ~ViO~ And I'm- I'm smart and you're stupid! 'AND THEN- Get this! He goes all, freaking 'You don't care and you're hearts frozen HAHAHAh'-"

" Really, Blue? Really?"

"Oh come on! You know he's got that weird like- Theater kid laugh?? Like he learned it from that Shadow or something I dunno- Weird little sorta- kinda maniac-"

"Blue."

"Geez OK! Fine!," Blue relented, " Ok maybe he didn't laugh, but he did say like- my- My heart might as well still be frozen and-" Blue choked off.

"Oh. That's.... pretty messed up."

"Yeah. And- I've been thinking at least I have a heart..." Blue concluded grimly.

"Well there's more to it than that right?" Red prodded.

"Well! I tried to- Ya know, make it into a joke or whatever- And told him that oh hey! Maybe, maybe HE broke his brain like how the mirror was all smashed! Like- A you're making fun of me so I'm making fun of you joke-"

Blue made airquotes, "Banter, or whatever," he shrugged.

Was this how Green felt? Like several of his veins were just going to pop? Like he just wanted to lay on the ground and cry? And just eat a bunch of cupcakes and hide in his plushie pile? Okay, that last part was definitely mostly Red, but still! Blue was. The whole fight thing was... Yeah, yeah this just meant Red was right. They were being all emotional while trying to not be all emotional. That plan NEVER works! Stupid idiots. Big ol' dummies. His brothers.

"Blue, you know he's like... Sensitive about what happened in the tower of winds right??"

"He's what?"

"BLUE! He- He never talks about it! He gets all weird when WE talk about it! He- He goes off all quiet to "sort out his thoughts" or whatever! He doesn't go off and get all angry like you do!! He- He acts all mature and stoic and stuff!!"

"Oh."

"Bluuueee!!"

"Wait. Wait- So he actually- Wait are you saying I HURT his- his little twinky feelings??"

"BLUE!"

"What! I didn't know he cared about stuff!"

"You didn't think he had feelings??!!"

"N- I mean- Maybe- Have you met the guy?"

"BLUE WE USED TO BE THE SAME PERSON HOW ARE YOU SO-"

"...."

Red groaned, "Sorry Blue..."

"So Vio was right then huh?"

"H-huh?"

"I'm, I am kinda stupid huh?"

"Heh, well... hm... maybe jus' a lil bit.."

"He's still a jerk though."

"Ok, but now you guys can apologize?"

"..."

"BLUE-"

[lutawolf]

The Sign Commentary Review Ep 5

I'm going to link to my episode 3 commentary because I gave a lot of Thailand mythology information. While I will be watching the show for the first time now and giving you my commentary. I've been Ask a question that gave me heads up that a lot of mythology will show up in this episode. So let's go!

We start the series off with this guy who has a Naga back tat. Then we see the front with him dripping water down himself. I got to hand it to Saint, he really knows how to visually stimulate. Is he the killer?

Are we really gonna ignore that Tharn sees visions? 2. Phaya has gotten his period. I mean, I get it. Nobody wants the love of their life thinking they're crazy, but this has the hallmark of hormonal rage versus righteous anger. Maybe the lack of sleep is starting to get to him. 3. Where do we stand with the physical assault? Do we label this domestic or everyone else feeling that maybe something is off here? Like when a werewolf gets all testosterone before their first change. I mean, you can literally see the freak-out in his face after he realized he has hit Tharn. Which honestly makes me feel better.

Oh, so we now understand why Tharn saw the female and how she relates. And Yai proves once again just how special he is. He really put on that clown mask. That's just wrong.

There are two! Honestly, didn't see that coming. Ahh, well now it's more understandable why they were getting their ass kicked. It's Wit.

I mean, I'm having a hard time caring that he might be killed. Just go ahead and let him go. Tharn sees him getting hit by a truck. I'm so okay with that.

I mean, I get the logic of no vigilante justice. But... People who sexually assault rarely deal with serious consequences. Only about 6% of Sexual Offenders ever serve a day in jail. If an assault is reported (this is rare due to fear factors), there is a 50% chance of an arrest. If an arrest is made, there is an 80% chance of prosecution. If there is a prosecution, there is only a 58% chance of conviction. If convicted, there is only a 16% chance that they will go to prison.

Well, that was therapeutic. The parental guidance warning made me chuckle.

They found him! Now I'm nervous! Ahhh, don't save him Tharn, go save Phaya. Don't judge me, people. I'm a little blood thirty when it comes to this.

A Naga. Not good. He is using his power for the fight, and it looks like it's overpowering Tharn's. Surprisingly, Phaya is keeping pace though, despite the break out of power. Well, until he gets a rope wrapped around him, that is. I was in full support of you dude until you started hurting Phaya and Tharn. Now ya gotta go.

Shit! A lot happened fast!

Tharn steps in front of Phaya and gets stabbed. You can tell from home dudes face that he had never meant to actually hurt Tharn. Which means he knows he is a fellow Naga. Then why is he okay with hurting Phaya? Then we see combined powers. Both Phaya's and Tharn, with Tharn's being green, which is Naga colors. Golden red is a distinct color clue.

Garuda: Is a mythical bird-man creature that is the half sibling to the nage, but they are sworn enemies. The feud started when both he Garuda's mother and Nagas' mother married the same husband. The husband gave each wife one wish. The Nagas' mother asked for a thousand children, while Garuda's mother wished for two children superior to the Naga. The feud grew until Garuda's mother lost a bet ad became the servant of the Nagas' mother. Eventually she was freed, but her children swore vengeance.

The Garuda represents royalty, strength, and divine knowledge. With its fierce loyalty and warrior nature, the Garuda serves a protective function. It adorns shields, swords, and armor as a guardian symbol. The Garuda’s golden wings are believed to shine light on the darkness of evil and ignorance.

Soooo, right now I'm thinking our Phaya is a Garuda. It also explains why in their past life he rejected Tharn for being a Naga. There are some stories of Naga and Garuda that aren't enemy, though. These few stories are about devote Buddhist Nagas and as protectors of the faith, Garudas are unable to kill these particular Nagas.

Poor Phaya is flipping out while Tharn is very calm. You can literally watch Phaya's brain go into a "does not compute point." All because Tharn is glad his is safe and gently wipes his face. It's a stark contrast to the violence that Phaya has been giving him. This whole thing cools him down in the same way that a bucket of cold water would. Despite others showing up, they cling to each other.

Tharn is now cleaned up and very calm. Meanwhile, his other half is losing his shit. Dragging him away to try and get some answers. Finally, some much-needed communication and touchy-feely. I love the way Tharn looks at Phaya when he asks him not to leave him.

Look, he is all soft and gooey like a chocolate chip cookie. He might be talking about work, but his body language is saying something else. This boy is clearly touched, starved. Ahhh, I'm getting all the feels with this scene.

The nurses pausing and kind of turning back to them and then them breaking apart. Hahahaha!

This cute little micro smile. It means everything to have cleared things up with Phaya.

Guys... Someone on this show is an actual survivor. Cause this shit is too accurate. Yeah, they could have talked to a survivor but add it with other things, it's there. This is someone's therapeutic art. The writer? The scriptwriter? I haven't read the book, so I don't know.

Ohhhh, we're digging into his parent's case now.

Phaya staying the night with Tharn again. Slumber party! Yes, you absolutely should play a game of Doctor. Silly boy, he is cute though.

Oh! Another dream. Damn it! I want the real deal but... I mean, at least they are feeding us something. At least the dreams tell us that these boys clearly want each other. Oh, a daydream. Damn boy. Keep it together 🤣🤣🤣 He's trying so hard. I'm dead. I love these two. He is planning ahead, telling Yai to bring him lots of clothes. He'll probably have to crash there more in the future.

But nope, it's the stupid doctor. Who is clearly some kind of naga since Phaya's touch bothers him. He gives a strong kickback. So as I mentioned earlier, Garuda can't harm followers of Buddhism, but they can and will harm those that worship the serpent.

Nobody is buying your shit Phaya, but I'm with you on saying what ever you got to. This dude is creepy. He feels like he owns Tharn and I wanna know why. And we're playing doctor again! Which ends in cuddle time. OMG, I love Phaya so much. That is the fastest count to three that I've ever heard. Love it! Touch starved, Tharn is very handsy when he is sleeping. Phaya does not appear to mind.

Too cute!!!

Apparently, all that love goes out the window when he wakes up. 🤣🤣🤣

Ummm, home dude might be your adoptive dad, but he isn't a cop. Stop talking shop!

The precepts are rules or guidelines to develop mind and character to make progress on the path to enlightenment… The first precept consists of a prohibition of killing, both humans and all animals. The second precept prohibits theft and related activities such as fraud and forgery. The third precept refers to sexual misconduct, and has been defined with terms such as sexual responsibility and long-term commitment. The fourth precept involves falsehood spoken or committed to by action, as well as malicious speech, harsh speech and gossip. The fifth precept prohibits intoxication through alcohol, drugs, or other means.

Damn, Phaya over here tattling. Oh, no! Grandma is sick! Ha, he was tricked.

He is a cop. Of course, it's dangerous. This is why I'm oh so excited that two of my kids want to go into law enforcement. (said in complete sarcasm.) We do a tight focus of the eagle, he has wings on his back. I'm really thinking I'm right here. Damn, he is obsessed.

There is past life Tharn. Water and sky, the places where their other half reside. And there he is. Ahh, I get more and more excited with each one. I can't wait. 💜💜💜

[knitnightstudio]

Ed's emerald ring, a love story

2x7

It's the morning after what I can only assume is (probably inadvisable) mind blowing sex and BOOM, close up on that emerald ring. Ed is also wrapped in an emerald green robe. He wants Stede all over him. This is not a man with regrets.

This is the closest we have seen the ring and the moment a majority of fans noticed the ring. Many assumed Stede gave it to Ed the night before. And in a way he did. Now that Ed has been well and truly docked you better fucking believe that it's time for Stede's ring to shine. Ed wants EVERYONE to see that ring. There is no hiding now, their love is real and everyone needs to know.

We see it shine when Ed comes back with the breakfast for Stede. No hiding any of this from Izzy.

It is also pretty well featured during the lunch scene, as our boys are still glowing from the morning.

But this shot is my favorite one. Ed has put his right hand over his left, but he has intentionally splayed his fingers so he and everyone else can see the Emerald. If you watch closely you can actually see his finger land on the ring and then brush over it to allow it to be seen. Ed is SO PROUD and SO IN LOVE. Stede is also now wearing an emerald green shirt. I am 95% certain this is the first time Stede has worn green this season.

Then we head to Spanish Jackie's and see the ring a few more times, out and proud amongst Ed's crew and friends.

Shortly after this Ed sits with Spanish Jackie and we see him being to panic. (I feel i should also clarify that Stede was also being a dick but i'm focusing on Ed for this, so just know that I know).

After this point, when Ed is panicking and running away we barely see it. The camera is back to showing Ed from the wrist up and his hands are busy doing things and shielding the ring. He's freaked out, he isn't looking to the ring for comfort so we don't see it. Stede was there, but now Ed is pushing him away.

For the life of me I cannot tell if Ed is wearing the ring when he and Stede fight or if he has taken it off. All the cuts are so fast during that scene and every picture I could get is fairly blury, especially if I try to zoom in. In the pic below it looks like his ring finger is empty, but it's also possible that I just can't see the band well.

There is another shot when Ed's hands are by the railing but I wasn't able to get any clear images of his fingers.

If he has removed the emerald here, which it really looks like he has, it's the first time he's taken it off other then for 2x5, and we know in 2x5 he was feeling pretty comfortable and free.

My guess would be that part of him knows he is panicking, and he knows if he looks at the ring it's going to confuse the rush of emotions he is feeling even more, so he removed it. He has it back on in the beginning of 2x8 so if he has taken it off, it wasn't for long.

[imagine-knb]

Can I please request GOM+kagami who are now aged up pro basketball players meeting their fem S/O for the first time at some like special event and she js so happens to be Japan's number 1 model? I hope this isn't confusing lol.

Kuroko: He was walking passed a group of people, avoiding the paparazzi, when he noticed her getting a little to close to the edge of the sidewalk. She had managed to take enough of a step backward to stumble, but before she could fall completely, Kuroko was catching her. He'd never seen anyone look at him like he was a knight in shining armor before, so it really caught him off guard when she told him a breathless, "Thank you." Then it really caught him off guard when her bodyguards took her out of his arms.

Kagami: He had been chatting with her throughout most of the event after she walked up to him with interest in her eyes. By the time the event was wrapping up, she had insisted they keep in touch through social media. After she put her details into his phone and walked away, Kagami glanced at his screen. He nearly choked on his own spit when he saw the account that had been added to his friend's list. "What the hell, who is she?! She's more famous than me!" He had no idea who she was when they first met.

Kise: Having been a model himself at some point in his life, Kise actually knew her from his younger days when they were both new models in the industry together. As such, he's easily able to get her attention when he calls out a happy, "____cchi!" It had been a long time since she'd heard the familiar honorific and the two of them spend a lot of the event together after that, catching up. By the time the event is ending, she's slipping her phone number to Kise so they could continue where they left off on their own terms.

Aomine: If there was something other than basketball that Aomine kept up with, it was the latest idols and models. So he knew exactly who she was the second he laid eyes on her at the party. To be frank, he's trying to not let himself freak out on the inside as he tries to act cool on the outside. "What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" He knows it's not the smoothest of pickup lines, but it's enough to get her laughing. He spends the rest of the event trying to get closer to her in the hopes she'd take him home.

Midorima: She was gorgeous, all eyes on her and all cameras pointed in her direction. And she was talking to him. Which meant that all eyes were also on him and all cameras were also noting his every move. Midorima wasn't much of a fan of his conversations being televised. But when he leaned down to whisper in her ear, asking her, "Could we continue this conversation privately?" and she turned beet red in front of the paparazzi. Well... He should have expected all the headlines that would be published the day after.

Murasakibara: He was near the snack bar when he noticed her. She was acting strange, stepping from side to side every so often, glancing around him. Murasakibara's eyes followed her gaze and he noted someone with a clipboard looking around. When he turned back to her, she was stuffing her face with a muffin. "Sorry," she apologized to him. "I'm using you as a shield to hide from my manager while I eat." That got a laugh out of him and he stood stalk still for as long as she needed after that.

Akashi: She had been seated next to him during the course of the event, so naturally, they would start a conversation. Akashi was polite, well-spoken, and engaging; everything that seemed to attract her to him. By the end of the event, the chemistry between the two of them had been noticed by everyone in attendance. It was nothing short of expected when he took her hand in view of all the cameras, kissing it goodnight as he asked her when he would be expecting to see her again.

[the-exhausted-xexandaler]

Had another Pokémon dream, but I at least know where I got this one from.

A few months ago I was spitballing with someone on Youtube about what if the Tinkatink line had a male counterpart. We didn’t get much there besides the idea that they would be blue and the first stage would have building blocks instead of a rattle. Sadly I can’t find the comment discussion on Youtube anymore. But anyways!

My dream starts with another Pokémon reveal for Pokémon A-Z where they showed a gigantic sword in the background making everyone think ‘OMG Mega Aegislash is totally a thing guys!!!’ for a few minutes before the guy brought attention to the huge sword behind him. I think it was Takato Utsunomiya who was in charge of this reveal but anyways. He gave a smirk at us before snapping his fingers and it switched to a showing of the new Pokémon revealed;

Tinkanave, Tinkasquire and Tinkaknight all of which are Fighting/Steel dual types. They were portrayed with much shorter hair than their female counterparts on the top of their heads, the final stage being straight up bald but as it evolves it gets a marvelous bushy beard.

As I said at the start, Tinkanave has little building blocks, but through the spirit of iron it could basically make them stick together so they don’t topple over. Until an unlucky Aron or Klefki find themselves underneath the landslide of bricks so Tinkanave can get more materials for its next stage.

Tinkasquire then builds those blocks into an amazing shield, incorporating pieces taken from Klefki and the Aron line to make a great and mighty shield. It basically becomes one of if not the most physically defensive middle stage out of them all. The shield is twice it’s height and it attacks by either ramming the target and slamming into them, or taking a swing with the shield to reflect back specifically non-direct attacks which is different from special attacks. The signature move of Tinkasquire is called Turn-Aside which reflects any indirect attacks back at the opponent, but using it’s own attack stat instead of the ATK of its opponent. Not super damaging, but super cool for a mixup if you can get an outplay in.

When it evolves into Tinkaknight, it’s shield gets another upgrade, this time becoming able to switch from being a colossal shield to a humongus sword, but you don’t see either until it gets into battle. Why’s that? Tinkaknights have channeled their firey passionate fighting energy through their shield, allowing them to make the shield maluable. When not in use, the shield becomes an armor that covers Tinkaknights entire body, making it impervious to backstrikes and being blindsided by sneak attacks. When it’s taking an attack, the shield is active. When it’s attacking, it’s the swords time to shine. This doesn’t do anything for its stats but is just a difference in animation.

That’s all there was besides people freaking out that it wasn’t Mega-Aegislash. Was a fun direct and I hope we someday get something like this.

Anyways, have a good day/night everybody.

[unexaltedonewhoisnotking]

The Backyardigans play DnD together when they’re older. The Tabletopigans ig

They’ve all DMed at some point (various one shots), but Austin’s usually the one doing that job and he’s the one who’s DMed their longest campaign. Of the rest of them, Uniqua’s the one who’s DMed the most.

They’ve done an all-bards one shot.

There isn’t a snack guy, they all contribute, because this is the Backyardigans we’re talking about.

On the rare occasion that Austin isn’t the DM he takes good notes and he tends to go for classes that can take support roles. He gives the DM lots of space to improvise on the backstory. As a DM he has sooo many ideas and because there are so many a lot don’t get to see the light of day for a long time…

Tasha had a bit of a DMPC issue and railroading issue her first time running a game - slight control freak tendencies when put in that position. She vastly prefers being a player anyway though and that was probably her only time DMing because she just didn’t want to. Often so, so tempted to choose the Noble background. She might comes across as a min maxer and like… yeah, she makes her characters the best they can be at what they do, but it’s well justified with backstory and she isn’t dropping the roleplay aspect for that - she’s still there to have fun with everyone

Tyrone consistently takes good notes. He likes playing characters with high wisdom and high intelligence and they often get seen as unofficial leaders of the party in a way. Is really good when dealing with a puzzle and maybe sometimes has to hold back go give the others a chance. Has DMed a murder mystery game

Uniqua makes sure to fill out whatever role the party needs that nobody else has taken, providing support if they need support or a strong shield if the other characters are weaker. She doesn’t really favour spellcaster over martial or anything like that. When she DMs she’s really good at highlighting each character, and even as a player she knows how to create moments for others to shine

Pablo really gets into his characters’ headspaces and roleplaying them. He has the most outward reactions of surprise, excitement or fear at whatever gets thrown at the characters and he does the most physical acting-out character actions. He can play an evil teammate but like actually keep it fun for everyone else. Has made a small barbarian character but otherwise mostly prefers spellcasters

Pablo and Uniqua are both contenders for highest number of character ideas on the backburner.

[steddiehands86]

Here was the thing. Will had….has a gift.

It was a silent one at first, saved for school things and then onto privately coloring his pictures. Until after he came back from the upside-down. After their whole universe twisted and tore, the bells rolling the deaths of thousands.

First he drew their stories, their characters that they lovingly brought to life in their little dungeons and dragons group: Will being the wise, Mike the Gallant, Dustin the All-Knowing, Lucas the Swift and True.

After the upside-down, his pictures grew darker. These he kept quiet, secret to himself because he didn’t want to be known as zombie-boy, the broken one, the creep. He drew what he saw and sometimes what he drew? It came alive.

First were the vines while under the spell of the mindflayer, his mind confused and riddled like the endless tunnels and cross-crossing vegetation that nearly killed him the first go-around.

After the Mindflayer left, Will was torn. He was forced to leave the home he always knew, battered and broken as he often felt. He left behind the things that made him who he once was: toys were for children and he wasn’t one anymore, that innocence was lost to him.

Will grew quiet, contemplative. His mom and brother knew he was keeping secrets but if they knew this one? Would they love him still?

Dr. Owens often said if he couldn’t express what he was feeling out loud then maybe writing..? No, words did come to him but not in a way he could encompass everything, all of it. Since he couldn’t articulate he resorted to the only other thing he could think of to cast his mind to peace, one to bring him to a meditative state.

Painting.

He spent hours, days, weeks, months planning and outlining everything that had been haunting his dreams since he left Hawkins. The urgency to get out on canvas twisting his guts and stealing his every waking thought. They would chase and snap like the many heads of the hydra he drew.

His inspiration was Tiamat and he hoped that Mike noticed he included his favorite iteration of the dragons in their core book.

He drew Mike the gallant, in silver and gold shining armor. He raised his arms: one to deflect the flames with a mirrored shield, the other with an illuminated blade. The sword had a +5 for striking, he always imagined the blade was blue- like the heart of a flame. Just thinking of it made his heart warm, his hands shake, and he had to step away from the canvas for a week before he could finish it.

He finally did.

He sealed it to protect it, now dotted with new characters of their party. He was so nervous to give it to Mike, they’d barely spoken all summer but he knew El got letters…

He didn’t give the painting to him until after he let his heart a thousand times. Only having a shard of courage to give it to him after they lost her. It cheered Mike in a way, and Will didn’t know what he did with it, everyone so concerned about Hawkins. And it was fine.

It was fine. It was good to know that he got it out, told Mike a bit of how he felt.

It wasn’t enough but he would live.

Dustin though. He lost something-someone, a whole part of him that he’d never, ever get back again.

Eddie.

He listened to every story, asked endless questions, watched Gareth imitate the man they all loved until he broke down sobbing. Will held him through that storm, the two becoming much closer that Will thought he could have. Asking Gareth if it would hurt too much: if he could have a few pictures of Eddie, anything and that he would give them back as soon as he was done?

Done with what Gareth never asked, just handed Will a book full of polaroids, so many Will had to keep himself from laughing. A lot were of them and their band: Eddie in full glam makeup for a costume party, Eddie on stage shining like a rock star, Eddie high as a kite and cuddling a disgruntled Gareth, Eddie being held up by the band and squirming from Freak trying to take off his boots.

Eddie laughing with his head thrown back, eyes scrunched and cackling surrounded by supremely pissed off Hellfire members.

Eddie quiet. Studying. Reading. Smiling.

So many pictures, a whole lifetime of a person Will never got to meet but everyone said they would be fast friends. Robin saying they had a lot in common with an almost knowing look in her sharp eyes.

Will took them all and studied them, spent all of his waking hours in the corner of his room at his desk, the light above him always on as if inspiration was flowing into him.

He started to imagine his last hours i the upside-down, knowing the story by heart due to getting Dustin alone and talkative one night. How he distracted the demobats by playing “Master of Puppets” on his guitar on top of his nightmare trailer. How the air vents weren’t enough to hold all of them, and how he sacrificed his own life to protect Dustin, and the town that made him the villain.

Soon the sketch was done, and it was as if Will was a mere conduit, a puppet himself. He looked at it as though he could hear his focused breath, feel his joy at playing- his ever present fear, could smell the leather and sweat.

For an entire week Will knew nothing but the shade of his hair, the sweep of his lashes, the scars on his fingers from the guitar. This enthralled and terrified him, the level of detail, the layers of paint and blue wash that seemed to tinge everything with sadness.

He drew Eddie like he always saw him in the pictures: unbridled and alive, joy bursting from him like he was a firework. Smiling as he shredded and getting every note perfect, the demobats and red lightning soaring above and surrounding him in the background.

With every brush stroke he felt tingling in his fingertips, warmth going up his arms. He added highlights to Eddie’s curls, the glint in his rings, the shine of the sweat, the bright light shimmering in his doe-like eyes.

His heart hammered painting the shadows in the dip of his neck, the crook of his long fingers, the folds in his clothing and holey jeans.

When he was finished, feeling like the cord had finally been cut, he sucked in air like he was barely breathing. And maybe he was. His stomach hurt-growling with hunger. He knew his lip split at one point due to being dry and bitten in concentration.

Looking at the painting he gasped. He couldn’t-

He couldn’t have drawn that. Eddie looked like the god Apollo, like Icarus, and lucifer all in one. Dark and bright and beautiful. And he never met him.

Tears streamed down his face, the emotions so raw and deep. This was Dustin’s grief, he knew. This was Wayne’s unspoken screaming agony at having this man torn from their lives so suddenly and brutally.

He took the time to shower and eat, change his clothes and getting the items he would need to transport it to his friend. Walking back into the room didn’t change the picture at all, made it even more dimensional but he supposed it was delusion and hopeful feeling.

He heaved a beleaguered sigh as he swiped the first brush of sealant over the dry painting, even though he could see his faults- that many the nose could have been a little more smooth, maybe some extra shine on the rings, it was finished.

He kept the painting right where it was to dry, and went to go out with El and Joyce. It took them all by surprise when it started snowing in the middle of Spring, realizing that it was ash from the fires and rifts that were ripped open by Vecna.

He didn’t put two and two together until they heard the screeching from many large, frightening mouths. He was scared, gripping Mike’s hand as he clutched El’s. He knew. Knew it was Vecna, the Mindflayer, and lastly-

Tiamat. The hydra.

They let the government take care of that, their focus was keeping the town together. Soon all the dead were coming back but..different. They smelled like another word, and though they looked harmless enough it was when they were hungry or weak that their faces blossomed open like the demogorgon se. Soon brother had to kill brother, wife her husband, even the children weren’t safe. And there was no hiding. They could sense the living: hear their heartbeats and frightened breaths.

Will had forgot to give Dustin the portrait until they were huddled in his room late at night, keeping clear of the windows in case they would be seen, trying to scavenge for clean clothing, blankets, food-anything and everything.

He didn’t realize what they were looking at for a brief moment until he heard a choked sob and turned to see his pale, tear-stained face. Will shuffled to the painting despite Dustin’s harsh breathing and pleas to ‘keep down, they’ll see you’. This was a risk Will needed to take if his hunch was correct. He carefully tugged it from his easel, the canvas peeled off the frame soundlessly, as if even the painting knew the need for silence.

“I know,” Will started, his voice raspy from disuse, “I know this isn’t enough. But I wanted you to have something. If that’s-that’s okay.”

He handed it to Dustin who took the canvas in shaking fingers, “This…this is Eddie. How-”

“It’s not important now. It’s enough he’s with you. I meant to give it to you a while ago but with everything-” he was stopped by the crush of Dustin’s arms around him, the painting in-between and probably getting cracks in the layers but neither cared. He held Dustin as he poured renewed grief into his neck, his cold tears chilling and winding down under his shirt, and Will didn’t cared about that either. All he cared about was being there for his friend as he mourned a father figure he only got to have for about as long as his dad stayed in his life.

From that day on, Dustin held a bit more courage. He change his look a little: wearing a battle vest in tribute to Eddie. He let himself be as intense as he wanted, inspired by Eddie’s passion and endless love. He threw himself into their battle, defending those who couldn’t or were too scared to fight, his bad ankle being nothing but an inconvenience.

Until one night they were surrounded, inside an igloo jungle gym. How they got into the situation was ridiculous: Dustin heard a crying cat. Pulling an Eddie he went out to find it and lost track of time. Now they were surrounded by demobats gnashing their fangs and screeching with bloodthirsty fangs to get at their tender flesh.

Will had a gun. He was saving it, not having a lot of bullets. They were hours from dawn- Erica was scared and crying. He pulled her into his arms, shoving her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, his other hand resting on the gun and mentally counting the bullets he had left. Four, he had four. One for each of them and maybe to take one of the bats out once they got through. The metal bars were groaning and popping with the weight.

Erica screamed.

The demobats stopped. They quieted and their little sightless eyes turned to a new prey.

“Jesus fucking Christ are they ever going to learn?” Dustin spat angrily, radioing for help. It wasn’t frequent but people did try to brave the night believing the demobats weren’t real.

Until he heard the music, the deep growling tone of a guitar riff. The demobats screeched, Will’s heart hammered anew, Dustin’s face drained of all color as the demobats seemed to calm, bobbing their heads in sync to the notes spilling from…somewhere.

They lifted off, one by one then two by two at a time. With each layer of their wings lifting they could see through the bars:

A lone figure, walking down the road so casual and slow as if he were strolling through the town on a bright summer day and not moldering in the upside-down. His rings glinted under the waning crescent moon, the ever present lightning highlighting the sparkle in his dark eyes.

The demobats were pulled, flying around their master and completely forgetting their prey sitting huddled together under bent steel. They wheeled around and flew like blissful birds than the terrifying creatures they were just moments before.

The man stopped just at the border of the jungle gym, power rolling off of him like the after math of thunder, smelling like ozone and smoke.

Dustin got to his feet first, Erica still crying out of fear. Will pulled her up, her bravery slowly coming back and wiping angrily at her eyes. Will was shocked. This man looked exactly like-

“Eddie?” Dustin’s voice warbled on a sob, hope and pain warring in the tone.

He smiled back in the same way as Will had seen in all the pictures, now more alive than ever.

[shiigures-a]

Wow, Oda making me hate Koby for stealing Tashigi's spotlight. Like others said, why was she even here if you don't even get her something to do than give orders to abandon the ship they were on while everyone else is freaking out and make her impressed in seeing Koby's bullshit new move?? Listen I like Koby, I really do but Oda lately has made me dislike / hate characters that I used to love, aka Shanks ( him in film red ) and now Koby.

I am glad Tashigi getting a little more appearances but I rather her do something useful than just stand around going around saying 'Koby-kun' twice and just be on the ship in the background. Hell, even Hel ( can't spell his name for the life of me ) got to do something at least, aka being a shield. And no, helping Hibari unfreeze does not count because everyone on the ship was doing that, not just Tashigi.

In all, I am just pissed at Oda for not letting Tashigi shine. It's been years since we have saw her in the manga, only for her to get out staged by her junior. 'Just because a bird can't fly doesn't mean it never will' my ass Oda. At least Ace, rest his soul can't be too affected by Oda. Treats him with more respect than a person that is still living. I'm a Tashigi fan and I am really tired of Oda's treatment of her.

[an-honest-puck]

a collection of highlights and viewing notes from 'Fielding of Dreams' because I don’t have the time to liveblog while watching but I do have thoughts

for the first time in this random collection post series, this post is arguably all highlights because HOLY HECK THIS WAS GOOD!!!!!

exhibit A of why Oscar shouldn't have his own thoughts(tm): inexplicably adding sheep characters, only for it to backfire and generate 3 sub-plots that they do not have time to unpack XD

in a wild turn of events, one of Lauren's characters *doesn't* compliment Dave's character!!

"I mean, yes, he's tall, but I don't know what you see in him" - Lauren's character referring to Dave's character

quick, everyone! be a mermaid! *Dave starts doing body rolls*

this movie's fun because you can visibly see Dave just trying to make Matt laugh XD

like, the little arm waving Dave does at Matt before his character 'kidnaps' Matt's character (i.e., Dave scoops Matt up and carries him out of the scene, bridal-style XD)

and of course

"I am the sun, shining on the lake. TIS THE SOLSTICE! TIS THE SOLSTICE!" - Dave The Sun

yo Lauren being cheeky af is my new fave thing!!!!

"Get me my tequila" - Lauren, as a grandma to her pet sheep XD

gotta love Lauren getting away with stuff like suggesting her character's daughter and son-in-law have a shot of tequila before continuing their day, and Oscar not pausing at all LMAO

Lauren: Have a shot of tequila and say 'Parenting is hard!'

Laura: Parenting is hard! Cheers!

Dave: Slam slam slam! Parenting is hard!

evil power couple of Phil (Dave) and Ann (Bryony)!!!

Bry does such a smooth evil character voice - lulls you into a false sense of security, but it's the way the word 'darling' rolls off her tongue that makes you pause ya dig?

"Down here, down here with the gold, you can see your life ahead / Down here, down here with the gold, you can have the bobbles on your head!" - Dave

speaking of rhymes, Bryony being a rhyming wizard in the overlapping song!!!

"When you go above, people will roll out the red carpet / And my dear, if you think that's my only idea, I'm only just getting started" - Bryony, coming in with a freaking internal rhyme (dear/idea) AND rhyming 'carpet' with 'started'!!!!! queen shit!!!!

Bryony: They'll give you a crown and scepter / And will you be the best? Oh you betcha

watching several of these MMNIs has made me realise- if you ever want the plot to make sense or move forward in a way that makes sense as a real narrative, ya gotta let Bryony and/or Dave steer because both of them are most likely to stick to the plot/solve the plot problems in a way that makes sense and not in a down-the-rabbit-hole way like Shields lmao

MATT CAVENDISH YOU BLOODY BRILLIANT MAN

the Happy Here Reprise?!!?!?! so good?!?!!? the way he paused the song, got everyone to do that scene change and final note together??!?!?!? GENIUS

I could yell about Matt in this movie for a while so I'll just say that his little directions in the musical numbers throughout this movie were genius and I am totally 100% normal about them *visibly shaking*

bouncy excited Oscar/Jono at the end!!!!! <3

"I'm genuinely quite emotional!" - Oscar/Jono (me too, buddy, me too :') )

[arbiterlexultionis]

I’ve had idea for this for months, more specifically tittle he has from his own exploits that get racked on when he becomes king because every important person needs a bazillion tittles.

Guardian of the dead and protector of the living, the knight in shining armor that dethrones kings, commoner that crowns queens and peasant that slays dragons, the ruthless shield and healing sword, the stringless puppet and the string cutter, the mortal that can not die and immortal which is dead.

As you can probably tell, most of those come in pairs/groups and tend to be contradictions/paradoxical and ironic, mostly due to his own paradoxical existence as Schrödinger’s boy. I always like the idea that ghost in the zone are total gossips and tales of Danny’s exploits spread far farther then he would think(or prefer) because for as wacky as the zone is, the ghost within have been dealing with it for centuries so Danny’s a breath of fresh air and they all like to hear about his adventures. Poets, play-writes and authors from across history hear about the trauma, the tragedy, the Drama that Danny experiences and immediately dive for their writing utensils of choice. So by the time he’s crowned and starts to really get involved in the zone half the infinite realms(which is freaking Infinite) know exactly who he is and has been learning his whole life story.

A little kid ghost approach’s him out of nowhere and starts asking whether or not it’s true he defeated Nocturn and begging for details throwing back some exited comment about how his friends will be so jealous that he got to meet The Dream Maker, a tittle which he mentions several times throughout the conversation. After the kid runs off Danny turns to Clockwork, Frostbite, Pandora or whichever ghost is with him with the most WTF face. And there just like “Nocturn is an ancient, one of the most powerful beings in the entirety of the infinite realms, the physical embodiment of the abyss who came into existence the very same moment that the first black hole was born, the living singularity. He has brought planets to their knees, consumed species and devoured stars. For any being other than another ancient, even just halting his advance is an impossibility, merely a flight of fantasy that none could ever hope to achieve. You not only halted his advance, you forced his retreat. When met with his overwhelming power you forced your way into his own dream, his own domain and beat him at his own game which he himself created. You made an impossibility real, and are there for The Dream Maker. According to Shakespeare.”

There’s a play, movie, song and poem about all his adventures with some epithet attached, everyone in the zone has at least one favorite and Danny is dying a second time from the embarrassment.

Ghost King Isn't the Only Title Danny Has

Okay, so you how monarchs can have multiple titles? Like how the heir to the English throne is both Prince/Princess and Duke/Duchess of Cornwall? And how monarchs can get titles and epithets that just stack onto their preexisting names/titles? Like "Catherine the Great" or how Daenerys gets her famous list of "Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, etc."?

Well, there are dozens upon dozens of names for the Infinite Realms. The Ghost Zone might be what Amity Park calls it, but there have been hundreds of names for it throughout history. The Afterlife, Sheol, Heaven & Hell, Purgatory & Limbo, Valhalla, and so on and so forth.

So when Danny finally gives in and lets himself be crowned, he doesn't just become the Ghost King. Oh no. He is crowned "King Daniel Fenton, First of His Name, Protector of the Infinite Realms, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Liege of Fright Knight, Ice Mage of the Far Frozen, and Hades of the Underworld."

And then a few months later when Danny inevitably gets summoned and pops up on the Justice League's radar, there's some serious side-eyeing going on because 'Diana, why didn't you mention your uncle looked like a teenager? Why does one of the most powerful gods like to hang out in teenaged form anyway?'

Just... give me an unknowning Danny accidentally inheriting a niece along with the crown, and that niece just so happens to be Wonder Woman.

[supercap2319]

Meet the Parents

Sky x Male Reader

A/N: The reader finally meets Sky’s parents, who are quite famously known.

“Blue Eyes, I changed my mind. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all,” Y/N said as they drove closer and closer to their intended destination.

Sky took his eyes off the road for a second to glance at his nervous boyfriend. He was fidgeting with his fingers as snowflakes began to dance around him. It only happened when Y/N was upset or stressed. Tonight, he was stressed. Sky was taking his boyfriend, Y/N Peters, to meet his parents: Steve Grant Barnes and James Buchanan Barnes. Aka Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “What? Oh, come on, Baby Boy. Tonight's going to go fine. My dads will love you.”

“You mean when they find out that their son is in love with a freak who has wings coming out of his back and is basically a real-life Elsa? Yeah, I'm sure they'll be thrilled,” Y/N sarcastically said.

“You're being dramatic. My parents are just like everyone else. They have jobs. They make dinner. They do TikTok videos.”

“Right. Because everyone has parents who are literal superheroes. Your dads are Captain America and the Winter Soldier,” Y/N said.

“Former Captain America and Winter Soldier,” Sky corrected. “Besides, they know you're a good guy. I practically brag to them about what a Saint you are.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Sky smiled. “More importantly, my brother, James, likes you, and he doesn't like anyone but himself.”

“Yeah, after he threatened me with a gun or a knife shoved up where the sun doesn't shine if I ever hurt you in any way.”

Sky growled. “When we're alone later on. I'm punching him in the dick.”

“Don't do that. As funny as that would be. Don't do it on my account,” Y/N said.

“See. You are a good boy.”

“Yeah, you tell me that all the time when we're alone,” Y/N blushed as Sky smirked at the mention of their bedroom experience.

Eventually, Sky pulled into the driveway of his home as Y/N glanced at the twinkling lights inside of the house to the apple pie his mom had baked for Y/N to take over tonight in his hands.

“Are you sure they like apple pie? Is it too basic? Maybe we should head to the store and get something else?” Y/N rapidly fired his questions.

Sky put his hands over Y/N’s in order to calm his boyfriend down. “It's fine, Y/N. It's actually their favorite kind of pie.” Sky brought Y/N’s hands to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss as Y/N blushed. Sky opens the door to the driver's side and comes around and opens the door for Y/N, like a gentleman.

Sky guides Y/N towards the door of the house as it opens up and Y/N freezes in place. At first, he thinks it was Sky’s parents, and he prepares to be turned away immediately, but it wasn't. It was Sky’s younger brother, James. James had dark brown hair and had blue eyes like Sky, but his were more of a cold stormy blue. Sky’s we're like a calm, clear ocean wave.

“Dad sent me to come to check on you,” James said. He looked at Y/N and smirked.

“H-H-How are you, James?” Y/N squeaked.

“Better than you're gonna be in a few minutes,” James teases. “My Pops is sharpening his knives as we speak, and my dad has his shield ready.”

“That's it, I'm leaving!” Y/N turns around and tries to bolt, but Sky grabs the back of his shirt. “Oh, no, you don't.”

Sky turns and glares at his baby brother. “Stop it, James. Otherwise, I'll post your diary online.”

James looks pale. “You wouldn't dare.”

“Try me.”

“Fine. You win.” James turns on his heel and walks back into the house.

Sky turns to his shorter boyfriend. “Are you ready for this?”

“No,” Y/N sighed.

“Maybe this will make you feel better?” Sky wraps a strong arm around Y/N’s waist and pulls him closer until their chests are touching. Sky leans down and places a kiss on Y/N’s lips as the younger boy blushes as Sky kisses him silly.

They probably would have stayed like that if not for someone clearing their throat. Sky and Y/N quickly broke apart as they looked up the stairs at an older-looking version of James. It was Sky’s dad, James Barnes Sr. His metal and regular arms were crossed over his broad chest. He wore a black buttoned-up shirt.

“Hey, Pops,” Sky greeted awkwardly.

“Sky. Your dad says dinner is ready,” James Sr. says as he looks at Y/N. “You must be Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, sir. My name is Y/N Peters.”

Sky giggled at that. “Sir? Since when are you all proper and polite?” Y/N glared at Sky. “Believe it or not, Blues eyes, but I do have my moments.”

Sky’s dad smiled. “You may call me Bucky if you like, young man.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bucky Barnes sir.”

Bucky smiled. “Just Bucky. That ‘sir and Mr.’ stuff makes me feel even older than I already am.”

Sky and Y/N walk up the stairs as they enter the house. Y/N tries to keep his powers in check as he feels them rush to the surface. Stay calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Sky grabbed Y/N’s hand and led him to the kitchen, where they saw a man with blonde hair dressed in a patriotic apron over a blue button-up shirt.

“Dad? This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my dad, Steve.” The blonde haired blue eyed male turned to his son and his boyfriend, a gentle smile on his face. “Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Sky has told us all about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Barnes. You have a lovely home.”

Steve smiled. His blue eyes were shining with amusement. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re quite the gentleman.” Y/N blushed at that. Captain America–no–the former Captain America just gave him a compliment.

“Is it almost ready?” Sky asked.

Steve nodded his head. “Almost. Why don’t you guys go sit down and tell your father and James to come sit down as well?”

“Sure, Dad.” Sky grabbed Y/N’s hand as he gently led the younger boy away from the kitchen and into the dining room.

Steve watched them leave with a smile on his face. Looks like his eldest has found himself a keeper.

[strangerquinns]

The Shire is Burning

Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: A rainy day includes cuddles in bed and listening to your boyfriend read his favorite book out loud. inspired by this tiktok & others

theme: soft!bf eddie vibes ft. fluff

words: 974

"...my armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws pears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!..." Eddie read from the dog-eared page, his voice deepened to match the character Smaug.

It was a rainy night in Hawkins meaning that the two of you were stuck within the trailer with not much to do. Not that you were complaining; nights like this were your favorite. You'd come over to the trailer just as the rain started to fall. When you walked toward the back of the trailer to his bedroom, you found Eddie already in bed, book in hand and cigarette between his lips. The sight before you was one of those moments you wish you had your camera to savor.

"You just gonna stand there, sweetheart, or are you gonna come and join me?" Eddie spoke with a sly smile on his lips after he'd pulled the cigarette from them.

Quickly you'd kicked off your boots, unbuttoned your jeans, and slip them off before crawling up and joining him. Eddie lifted his blanket and made room for you with his cigarette forgotten in his ashtray.

Now you weren't sure how long the two of you were sitting here for. The sun had finally set and the soft rumblings of the thunderstorm could be heard as background music to Eddie's words. The Hobbit was one of his favorites, one that he would reread over and over again and fall in love more each time. You knew the beloved book in his hand was one that his Uncle had gifted to him a few years ago. In the margins were scribbled words and notes of his favorite parts. There were even small drawings in some of the larger spaces. Some of the pages showed signs of the wear and tear of the love that Eddie gave to the book.

It wasn't long for Eddie to get into the book as he read aloud, his voice changing for each character and putting on a show for you. He made you laugh anytime he started to get too animated with his hands and face. But what you loved the most was seeing the love and excitement in his eyes as he shared this with you. It was hard for Eddie to let people in and show some of his vulnerable sides. He'd created the hard shell of his reputation for a reason so that everyone would think he was scary and dangerous. It worked, you couldn't lie about that, with the town and kids at school labeling him a freak.

God, you hated to hear people call him that. Because to you, Eddie was the boy that made you laugh, smile, and feel loved. That always made sure that you were taken care of. Eddie was the boy that had taught you to love and made you feel safe and at home.

Eddie got lost in the novel in front of him for a while, stopping when he heard your soft giggle from beside him. Eddie's doe brown eyes looked down at you for a moment, a small shy smile causing his lips to turn up slightly.

"What?" Eddie spoke, his voice a little softer. You could see his cheeks slowly start to blush the longer he stared down at you.

"Nothing," You smiled "You're just so cute, I love seeing you all passionate, it's adorable."

"Adorable?" Eddie fiend false offense, sitting up slightly to look at you more. You giggled and buried yourself under his blanket more, watching as Eddie slowly rose to his knees and turned to hover over you. "Oh, sweetheart..."

Eddie cocked his head to the side before moving quickly to pepper kisses all over your face quickly. You let out a playful scream as his fingers quickly found your sides and began to tickle you. You could hear his deep, throaty laugh as he nuzzled into your neck and nibbed lightly at your neck.

"Eddie! Eddie!" You laughed and squirmed beneath him before he finally pulled back. "Mercy! Mercy!"

"That right," Eddie's eyes shined as he smiled down at you, "How's that for adorable?"

"Still think you are, butthead," You playfully rolled your eyes.

Eddie shook his head and let out a soft breathy laugh before bending down and kissing your lips softly. You melted into the kiss and moved your hands up to caress his face, feeling as he slowly pressed his body down against yours. Eddie settled between your legs as the two of you slowly and sweetly kissed. Your fingers moved through his hair gripping it tightly as Eddie deepened the kiss more. He moaned against your lips at feeling your nails against his scalp.

"So much for reading me that book." You speak softly against his lips, the two of you laughing lightly as yous stared into each other's eyes. Your cheeks felt hot as his lips looked to your lips and back to your eyes.

"You really want me to finish that book, baby?" Eddie asked, his eyes glaring down at you slightly.

"Mmm...maybe, you were being a really good narrator." You spoke, tucking his curls behind his ear so you'd be able to see his face more. Your hand traveled down along his jaw and felt the slight scruff that was starting to come in.

"I'm reading from right here," Eddie spoke, reaching over to the closed book that was left beside you. He turned slightly so his back was between your legs and his head on your chest. Eddie pulled a spare blanket over his lap before opening the book and picking up where he left off.

As he read, your fingers moved through his hair slowly the two of you falling back into the comfort of a rainy day in bed.

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[sunfish-studies]

Cushioned

✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: Kageyama is just babie

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

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↷ SUMMARY ↶

They’re just looking away for a minute for goodness’s sake and someone already managed to steal their spotlight as their manager’s knight in shining armor–but they’re chill as long as you’re okay. Well, except Oikawa.

It’s another practice match of Aoba Johsai and Karasuno–Coach Irihata mentioned about it’s easy to have opponents, however looking for a worthy rival is on another level. And Karasuno managed to earn a rightful place as Aoba Johsai’s rival–that’s why practice match against them is something to look forward.

As usual, when the crows greeted the team once they arrived, you were the one in charge in greeting them back and show them the ropes for the day’s match. Having clicked with Kiyoko and Hitoka made it even easier–being friends with another team’s manager has its own fun, especially you’re the only female in a huge room full of male population.

That and Karasuno is a very interesting team to watch–their dynamic serv as an entertainment for you and a future reference for understanding each and every member’s tendency.

You could watch them the whole match if not remembering your duty as a manager of Seijoh.

The practice match went smoothly–everyone was all out even though it wasn’t a real deal, and the second set ended with Aoba Johsai taking yet another one with Karasuno being extremely close with the points.

“Great work,” you praised, handing over the drinking bottles you previously filled with Kiyoko and Hitoka.

“Still, the freak-combi is hard thing to handle,” Matsukawa commented.

“Yeah, the shrimp is moving much better than before,” Hanamaki added. “He’s just spiking with all his might before but now he’s really controlling how to hit the ball.”

“It goes beyond amazing to irritating,” Oikawa clicked his tongue, the grip he had on his bottle tightened.

“You said that every time.” Iwaizumi deadpanned. “And Kageyama’s really on his game today. His serves were on point.”

“Even though I hate to admit it but Iwaizumi-san is right,” Kindaichi grumbled while Kunimi’s eyebrow twitched.

“And not to mention the digs!” Watari exclaimed, wiping his neck with a clean towel. “The rally is getting longer because no one wants the ball drops.”

“’Ah, the baldy is getting on my nerves with all those straights,’” you said, glancing over Kyotani who had his shoulders tensed from the sudden teasing grin he received. “That’s what you’re thinking right, Kyotani-kun? Well, Tanaka-san is really improving his shots.”

“You sure memorized their names, senpai,” Yahaba commented. “I didn’t even know anyone else other than Kageyama because Oikawa-san keeps mentioning him every chance he got.”

Oikawa gasped, feeling scandalized with the statement. “I do not, Yahaba-kun!”

You rose an eyebrow. “Are you really crushing on Tobio-kun right now? No. I don’t allow it with those trashy attitude you have every time he’s close.”

“I’m not, [Nickname]-chan!!”

“Hands off my baby, Trash King.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said!?”

“[Name]-chan!” Kiyoko called, which made you whipped your head to face her. “I think one of the bottles are switched, can you take a look?”

“Sure!” You replied back, immediately wrapping a clean towel around Kunimi’s neck. “I’ll be back in a second.”

You jogged towards the Karasuno team, and sadly that’s when the disaster happened.

Not noticing a small pool of water or whatever liquid that is on the wooden floor, you stepped on it without knowing–resulting an instant slip for you.

You yelped in surprise–feeling gravity automatically pulling you to the ground. Every thing seemed to be in slow motion somehow and even though you realized the fall was going to hurt, you didn’t have quick reflex to really move or do anything. That’s why you decided to brace the pain.

However, it never came.

Once you opened your eyes (since when did you even close it anyway?), you’re gaze immediately met with a pair of cobalt blue and black. And the only person who had both is someone you’re extremely familiar with.

“Are you alright, [Name]-san?” Kageyama asked, eyes filled with concern and his face was quite close with yours–wait, what?

That’s when you notice a sturdy arm wrapped around your waist, preventing you from hitting the ground back first–also noticing the series of exaggerating gasps and shrieks echoing throughout the gym. Your cheeks suddenly felt as if it was on fire.

“NOOO!! [NICKNAME]-CHAN!!” Oikawa shrieked–making the two of you pulled away. Your friend of nearly eight years stomped forward and put your figure behind him, shielding you from Kageyama. “Don’t get too close with our manager, Tobio-chan!!”

“Tooru, you know that he’s helping me, right?” you pointed out. “I would’ve hit my head.”

“N-n-n-nice save, Kageyama!” Hinata stuttered, you could see his face flaming red–and it seemed infectious because Kageyama’s face turned red, as he’s just realizing what he was doing.

“Shut up, dumbass!!”

“The floor does need wiping,” Iwaizumi commented. “We should take a break and wipe all of the court.”

“Me, Kiyoko-chan, and Hitoka-chan can do that. You guys just rest.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said!?” Oikawa whined, before turning and pointing accusingly towards his whole team. “And you guys! Don’t you feel something when a boy from another team have their hands on our manager!?”

Hanamaki shrugged. “He’s saving her, nobody can get close that fast.”

“He made sure [Name] didn’t hit the ground, as long as nothing happened it’s chill.” Matsukawa added.

“I-It’s way better if Otohaku-senpai’s safe,” Kindaichi stuttered. “That’s what I’m thinking…”

Yahaba tsked and looked away, murmuring something about ‘as long as our manager is safe, but I can’t get this frustration off my chest’. Kyotani just stared straight at their weird captain with no emotion whatsoever, he didn’t see Kageyama as a threat so he didn’t need to put his guard up. Watari just nervously laughing as he didn’t know how to reply that statement, meanwhile Kunimi was looking extremely done with the drama.

“Shouldn’t we start discussing strategies instead?” Iwaizumi remarked, which made all of them moved to face their coaches–choosing to ignore Oikawa’s shriek of betrayal.

“I got the mops! Let’s wipe the floor squeaky clean, Kiyoko-chan, Hitoka-chan!”

“Let’s do it.” Kiyoko replied, smiling slightly–and you could hear Tanaka and Nishinoya gushing over her radiating beauty.

“I-I’ll do my best!” Hitoka replied.

“Can I help too?” Kageyama piped up, slightly raising his hand.

“You can, but shouldn’t you be resting?” you questioned.

“OOH! Let me join too, let me join too!” Hinata was already by your side so suddenly.

“Shoyo-kun, it’s just wiping the floor, you’re being too excited.” You replied, laughing.

Then the two proceed to made a bet on who could wipe the floor faster and cleaner. Before they jumped into action, you reached out for Kageyama’s shirt and tugged it lightly which made him turned to face you. When you’re still in Kitagawa Daiichi, the boy was way smaller and now he’s standing half head taller than you–and he’s still growing.

“Thank you, Tobio-kun. For before.”

“I-It’s no problem…”

“Don’t get too close with Tobio-chan, [Nickname]-chaan!!”

“Shut up, Crappykawa!”