#CAN’T IMAGINE HOW IT’S GONNA BE OUTSIDE OF THE LESSON

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Im so happy your requests are open. Could i request azriel x reader where they're already in a relationship and reader overhears azriel mention hed like to add a 3rd person in the bedroom. Reader just shuts down and cant believe hed even think of such a thing. Shes so hurt and distant even his touch makes her wanna vomit. Maybe she breaks up with up with him while hes thinking of marrying her. And then he finds out why shes so distant and it was just a huuge huuuge misunderstanding (idk maybe she walked in at the wrong time and overheard cassian talkin about how hes gonna get azriel in a 3 way for azriels bachelor party once he asks reader to marry him.) And now hes gotta win the girl back and grovel on behalf of his stupid brother lol. angst with a happy ending.

I just want to say just how much I appreciate all of the requests with the amazing ideas that I get. I enjoy writing each one so very much!

Misunderstandings

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You padded silently through the river house in search of your boyfriend, being sure to use every lesson of stealth that Azriel had taught you to surprise him. It had been three days since you had seen him due to Rhysand sending you out to speak with other courts. You had been told that he was here with Cassian but the bottom floor was empty so you continued on. A smile formed on your face as it usually did when you thought of him and all of the amazing years that you had been together.

It was as perfect as you thought that a relationship could be and you were happier than you ever were in your entire existence. He was the only person that you could ever imagine spending the rest of your life with. There was no way that any other male could compare to him and how well that he treated you because not a day went by that he never failed in making you feel like a queen. 

After listening through every closed door, you still came up empty handed until you were outside of Cassian’s door. His laugh could be heard, clear delight and mischief in it. Even though it was unlike you, you lingered outside of the door to listen in on the conversation that was apparently amusing.

“A threesome,” Azriel stated.

“It will be the best time of your life,” Cassian laughed. “Y/N and another girl? Can’t tell me it doesn’t sound like a blessing from the Mother.”

“I think bringing another female into our bed is exactly-”

You darted from the home as your heart dropped at what you heard. The thought of sharing your boyfriend with anyone had your stomach turning as the betrayal hit you in full force. Returning to the home that you shared with Azriel only made you feel worse and you found yourself in front of the toilet, releasing everything that was in your stomach.

Once you could muster up just enough strength, you made your way to your bed on shaky legs. Mental images of the love of your life so much as touching another female had you feeling sick again and the tears came in full force. You couldn’t stand the thought that he was still there more than likely discussing which female he should pick to present to you.

It made you feel like you were nothing and your entire relationship had been a lie. Had he had these thoughts often? Did he lust after other females and you never noticed? Had you failed to please him in bed? Had everything been for nothing? The more that you thought, the more that you cried until you were finally taken by sleep.

“Absolutely not.”

Azriel stared at Cassian, his arms crossed and jaw clenched. The last thing that he would ever want was someone else in his bed. The thought of touching another female much less anyone else touching you had his anger spiking along with his stomach twisting. 

“You really don’t want to accept my bachelor party gift?” Cassian asked, a hand on his heart as if he was offended.

“How would you feel if it was Nesta?”

“Sounds fun.”

He could only glare at his brother, unable to comprehend how the male could stand such a thing. Azriel’s jealous territorial streak shot through him that was followed by his own pain of seeing you broken hearted for simply suggesting such a thing. Even if it was something that he truly did want, he knew you wouldn’t want another female touching him and rightfully so.

“I haven’t even asked her to marry me yet,” Azriel scoffed. “She might not even say yes.”

“Are you kidding me!?” Cassian exclaimed, sitting up in his seat in disbelief. “She’s crazy about you just as much as you are with her! You’ve had that ring for weeks now. What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered but he knew full well that it was his own insecurities. “I need to get home. She should be home by now and it’s already getting late.”

“Yea, yea.” His brother waved a hand in dismissal as Azriel stood. “Even though I think you should stay and have more wine with me. It’s one of Rhys’s good bottles.”

“Of course it is.” Azriel rolled his eyes, making his way to the door before glancing at Cassian again. “You better not ever mention this conversation. To me or anyone else.”

With that, he left and rushed home. If there was nothing else that he loved, it was falling asleep beside you at night. The way that you always moved as close as you could get made it all the more special. He had finally gotten the one thing that he had always wanted most in life and he knew that he was blessed and he would never do anything to jeopardize it.

When he arrived home, there wasn’t a light on in the entire house which only made him frown. You usually waited for him to get home no matter how late it was and the fact that the sun had just gone down had him worried. The lightest scent of your tears hit him just as he made it to the bedroom floor, causing his stomach to drop.

He found you already in a deep sleep and his frown deepened on his face as his eyebrows furrowed when he noticed that your eyes were indeed swollen from crying. As he silently changed his clothes, his shadows became as restless as his thoughts, wondering what could have caused you such distress.  

He eased as gently as he could into the bed so that he didn’t wake you but when he went to pull you into him, you flinched and jerked upright. Even in the darkness, he could see your hateful glare before you moved as far away from him as you could get. He knew then that something was seriously wrong.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked gently, a hint of panic starting to rise in him.

You didn’t respond so he tried touching your arm and you simply jerked it out of his grasp. His heart dropped into his stomach and panic continued to rise to the point that he wanted to drop to his knees and beg you if it was needed to get answers. Instead of doing so, he let you sleep in hopes that you had simply had pent up frustrations from your mission that you weren’t ready to talk about.

You awoke early the next morning since you had gone to bed so early and was relieved that Azriel was already gone. His side of the bed was cold as it was most days of the week. Your relief soon faded when your thoughts nagged at you, making you wonder if he was out scouting the city or maybe another court for another female.

All of the trust that you had in him was completely shattered as you wondered if he had been cheating on all of the late nights that he alleged that he was on missions for Rhys. If he had a secret mistress, you thought that may be an option for him if the other female could keep it a secret. Unable to handle the disgust rolling through like a storm, you packed what you could into a bag and left the one place that had been your safe haven.

It wasn’t hard to find an empty apartment in the city and even though it was unfurnished, you didn’t care. It would be just as easy to have a mattress placed in a bedroom. Paired with enough food to get you by, it would be enough. Your only intention was to hide away from the people that you had seen as your family. It wasn’t just the betrayal of your boyfriend but also with Cassian who saw you as a brother. He was wholeheartedly encouraging Azriel to basically cheat on you. You had thought that Azriel felt the same way as you did and wouldn’t want anyone else touching you but it appeared as if you were wrong. 

After two weeks of being alone in your bare apartment, the depression had completely taken over. You missed him more than you ever thought that you would but your thoughts were always on repeat of mental images of him putting his hands on another female how he had always done you now that you were no longer his problem to deal with. 

It was late in the night and since you hardly slept anymore, you instantly noticed the piece of paper and pen that landed on the floor beside your poor excuse of a bed. You blew out a sigh of relief when you instantly noticed that it was Rhysand’s handwriting but that feeling quickly disappeared as you read the message.

“You are needed at the river house tomorrow afternoon to discuss an issue that we are having with the court.”

Having to leave the safety of your apartment would mean that you would risk seeing Azriel. What was more, going to a meeting with the Inner Circle meant that you would have to see your boyfriend. Or maybe your ex boyfriend now. It was something that you weren’t ready to face. Not ready to face the possibility that there may be a new female by his side.

Sleep never did find you that night, your anxiety too high to do anything but sob as your body shook uncontrollably while your heart pounded wildly in your chest.

Azriel came home that night to find you gone, your scent barely noticeable. It was enough to tell him that you had been gone for a while. Hoping to find some form of answers, he took two steps at the time to the bedroom only to find it vacant. Your drawers to your armoire were open and empty, the sight paired with how you had acted the night before sending his heart racing in true and utter panic. 

He instantly took to the skies, hoping to find you anywhere. Unfortunately, it was later in the night so there weren’t many people that he could inquire to about your whereabouts. He came up empty handed so before the sun could fully rise in the sky, he was at the river house in hopes that you were there. He felt as if someone would have told you if you were but there was also the chance that Rhysand could find you. 

“Please tell me you have seen her,” he begged as soon as his sleepy eyed brother opened the door.

“Who?” Rhys asked, his voice still full of sleep as he rubbed his eyes.

“Y/N!” he snapped. “I haven’t seen her since last night!”

That was enough to get the High Lord’s attention and bring him fully to the present. There was a gentle caress on his mental shield so he dropped the barrier to let the male see his memories. Rhys flinched as he pulled away but there was sympathy that he didn’t want on his friend’s face.

“Don’t panic,” the High Lord ordered in a gentle tone. “We will find her.”

“How are we going to find her when we don’t know anything!?” Azriel snapped, worry, panic, and pain lacing into every word.

“It didn’t appear as if there was a struggle and there were no unusual scents to indicate that she may have been abducted,” Rhysand mused. “Even if it was the case, she is trained well enough to handle whoever could have managed to come in.”

“But-”

“Has there been any disagreements as of late?”

“No-”

“Has she been expressing any discomfort with either of you being gone too long on missions?”

“No!” he exclaimed, frustrated because he had already come up empty handed on those thoughts as well. “Everything has been as perfect and happy as it could be!”

“We will find her,” his brother repeated gently.

Azriel’s chest began to heave at all of the horribly possible scenarios that could have happened to you. The thought of you being taken and injured hurt but what hurt him the most was the nagging suspicion that you had left him. Not only had you left him but done so when he wasn’t present and hadn’t communicated anything which was unlike you. Communication was a strong principle of a relationship for you so he must have done something irreparably wrong for you to leave him without a trace.

Unable to sit idly by and wait for Rhysand to search for you, he returned to the city. Despite the fact that he had searched all day and asked everyone he came across, it was as futile as the night before on any information about you. The pain felt as if it was eating him from the inside out while suffocating him in the process.

There were so many things that made him feel unworthy of anything but you had come along and changed that. There had been so many things that had hurt him in his life. If he lost you, it would be the one pain that he wouldn’t be capable of enduring. 

A week passed and each day was a repeat of the one before. He was sure that the citizens of Velaris were sick of him asking about you, especially when he was doing his best to be discreet. At the end of each day, he found himself curled up in the bed that he used to share with you to release the tears that he did his best to keep locked away until he was alone. His appetite had completely disappeared and he was unable to even force himself to eat. 

By the end of the second week, Rhysand had formed a plan. He watched as the High Lord wrote a note to you requesting your presence. The letter disappeared and he was reassured that if nothing else, you would come when the court needed you. His shadows had been restless the entirety of the two weeks of you being gone and tonight was no different. He was just as restless as they were with anticipated hope.

The entire day was spent pacing in different rooms to pass the time while thinking of any and every speech for whatever he had unknowingly done wrong. Feyre had done her best to calm and reassure him but nothing would soothe him until he saw you. It was what he had thought until you strode through the door of the river house.

Your scent hit him so hard that it made him stumble when he went to take a step towards you. He froze on his second step when you didn’t look at him but instead opted to watch your High Lord with anger in your eyes. It was at that time that he took a moment to do a full assessment of you only to find that you appeared to be in the same emotional state that he was in. You had lost weight and the dark circles were a harsh contrast to your unusually pale skin.

“I’m here,” you snapped, causing Rhysand to frown. “I’ve got things to be doing.”

“Care to fill us in on what ‘things’ you are busy with?” the High Lord countered.

“It’s not your business what I do with my personal time.”

“The personal time that a member of my court has used to stay hidden for two weeks.”

“I may be a part of your court, Rhysand but I do not have to report all of my movements.”

“No,” Rhys agreed. “But as a member of my Inner Circle, I would like the courtesy of knowing that you are safe when you decide to disappear without a trace. Maybe I should make you a spy as well since you do such a good job of it.”

“I don’t have time for this.” You bared your teeth at the High Lord who only smiled in return, the action causing you to huff. “Call me if there is actual business.”

“Y/N,” Azriel started when you glared at him once you began to make your way to the door. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you growled.

The four words had him recoiling his hand from where he tried to stop you. There was a hatefulness in your eyes that had never been laid upon him before and he could feel the burning beginning in his eyes. He loved you more than words could ever explain but yet here you were, staring at him with so much disgust. It made him feel lower than he had ever felt in his life. Lower than how he had felt as a child locked in a lightless cell.

“Please, please tell me what’s wrong,” he begged, blocking out everyone else in the room around them. “Please.”

“I really can’t believe you Azriel.” Tears filled your eyes and the pain in them had his knees buckling. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too.”

“Y/N, please-”

He tried once again to grasp your arm to stop you but your face paled as if the simple thought of him touching you made you sick. Every insecurity that he ever had began to resurface, every insecurity that had been healed simply because of your support. His worst fear had been confirmed but he refused to give up until he knew what had gone so horribly wrong. 

“Please tell me what I did,” he begged again once the both of you were outside. “How can I make it right?”

“You can make it right by going back to whatever bitch you wanted.” You swirled on him so quickly that he hardly had time to register that you did so, leaving nothing a handful of inches between the two of you. “I wasn’t enough so go find better!”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” he asked in astonishment. “You are all that I’ve ever wanted. You are everything that I have been searching for my entire life.”

“I’m all you want but yet you have no problem with wanting a threesome?” His heart dropped as he realized what had happened. “Did you really think I would go along with that? Or were you planning it with someone else?”

“I wasn’t-”

Azriel took a deep breath and dropped down onto one knee while pulling the small box out of his pocket. He had kept it with him every single day and he was thankful that he did even if he was silently cursing his brother for ruining the proposal. Before opening it, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you into him before burying his face into your stomach.

“Cassian,” he mumbled with a defeated sigh. “Is a fucking idiot.”

“Oh, I know all about him encouraging such an idiotic thing!” you exclaimed while halfheartedly trying to wiggle free from him. 

“He was trying to talk me into accepting a gift from him for..”

“For what?”

He took a deep breath, savoring the contact, before he pulled away and looked up to you. A small gasp escaped your lips when he opened the box that held the blue sapphire engagement ring. 

“For a bachelor party if you said yes when I proposed.”

Hope was the only thing that he could cling to when tears formed in your eyes as they darted between him and the ring. He took note that your body began to shake just as the smallest smile formed on your face.

“You- You were..”

“This isn’t exactly the way that I had planned it out,” he chuckled, feeling relieved to see some light back in your eyes. “My life has been nothing but darkness until you came into it and lit it up as if you were the brightest sun that could ever exist. A sun that made all of the dark disappear and made me feel truly seen for the first time in my life. I have never known true love and happiness until I was able to call you mine and it would be the greatest honor that I could ever receive to be able to call you my wife.”

Tears were falling freely down your face but your eyes never left his. The love and adoration had returned and it took everything in him to stay on one knee until he received a reply of some sort.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” you exclaimed.

He was barely able to stand in time to catch you before you launched yourself onto him, throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing tightly. It bordered on pain but he didn’t dare complain now that you were back in his arms.

“Thank the Mother.”

You giggled at his words and then gave him the brightest smile when he slid the ring on your finger. He crashed his lips to yours, appreciating every single thing about you in a way that he hadn’t before. When he pulled away, there was a mischievous grin adorning your face.

“I think me and Cassian need to have a nice long chat.”

He laughed, a genuine true laugh, before following you inside and enjoying the scolding that his brother earned.  

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Imagine Ghost chases reader through the woods as 'tracking practice'? 🤭

Cw; mentions of sex, mentions of marking, chased reader, mentions of noncon/dubcom.

A/n; AGHHH Ofc nonnie !!! (Thanks to @cafekitsune for dividers! ((Maybe I should just credit cafekitsune on my pinned thingy)) ) people call you love for a nickname btw

Paring; ghost x reader Ft price!

ˏ ˋ°•*⁀➷ “BRO I AM NOT DOING THAT WTH.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at price. “C’mon love, it’s jus’ up tha mountain. It’s not tha’ bad.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Not only are you scared of ghost, but he’s always giving you that silent death glare. And now, at 5 in the fucking morning, your captain wants you to help ghost with his tracking skills. “So you do it! Or get soap or something! Ghost doesn’t even like me!! And it’s dark as shit outside how am I supposed to navigate through that mountain!?” You argue. “You can get a week-long leave. Is that better?” You can tell he’s starting to get frustrated.

You don’t want to make price mad. He has a lot to deal with as it is. But damn! You’re uneasy when it comes to ghost and now you’re supposed to have him track you on a mountain, in the dark, alone.? “Fine..” you grit your teeth, practically fuming as you exit his office.

You shrink a bit at ghost’s rough gaze, price next to you. “Okay lovie, you’re gonna get a five-minute head start on tha mountain. Then ghost is gonna go in and search f’ya. Understood?” Price hums, watching you nod. When he starts the timer you run straight into the trees, trying to at least get far enough into the mountain to where ghost can’t get you. But when that five minutes is beyond over, and you step on a thin branch, you hear it. His heavy boots quickly navigated through the crunchy leaves and the way his rough voice called into the radio. “Target spotted.” You almost squeal as you rush through the forest, adrenaline pumping through your supple body.

Then you fucking trip, right over an exposed tree root. A choked shriek leaving your plush lips as you tumbled down a small hill, hiccuping and teary eyed as you looked behind yourself to see Simon. He looks a bit disappointed as you try and stand up, probably to run again. “stay down.” He growled, putting a foot on your back and forcing you back down, getting on top of you and taking a fistful of your hair. “G-ghost.” You hic. “Pathetic.” He whispers, taking his phone to take a photo of you. (Ghost face style) Sending it to price with the message ‘target down.’ “H-hey.. you got me so l-let me go!” You try to squirm, but he’s way too heavy. “I think you need to be taught a lesson on how to be quiet huh love?” He chuckled.

It hurts and feels so good at the same time. He was way too big to fit but he just forced his way into your tight little cunny. You try and quiet down your moans but he’s just going too fast for you to not make some noise. What are you gonna tell Price when you come back to him so late? How is he gonna feel when he sees all the pretty marks ghost assaulted your skin with? :(

[remotepixel]

headcanons for platonic peter parker who wants to be your brother sooo bad

AAAA ok i want to say thank you so much for requesting !!!!!! i was literally so excited when i saw it lol.

I set this around Homecoming but didn't specify too much.

TW: yandere themes!

I imagine Peter always wanted a sibling.

-As a bullied, ‘weird’ kid, he grew up wishing he could have someone to hang out with when no one else wanted to.

-Of course, his parents always said no (since it obviously isn’t as simple as young him thought) and he never pestered May and Ben about it, too busy grieving and learning the struggles of money, but the idea lingered well into his teens.

-And, when he met you, he couldn’t help but think maybe God was granting him his wish.

He would be very clingy (to put it simply).

-If you’re in the same school, he’ll make you sit with him and his friends at lunch, walk you to and from lessons, anything to keep himself glued to your side.

-If not, he’ll be constantly checking his phone, texting you 24/7 (or calling you if he can), to the point I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a couple detentions for it.

-He acts like being away from you is the worst thing to ever happen to him.

-Like if doesn’t get a constant reminder that you’re not ignoring him and you’re just busy he’s gonna drop dead.

Outside of school, he would normally invite you around his house to build lego Star Wars or binge old movies no one else your age knows.

-I think he’d really like having things only between you two - like an inside joke or a project you work on together - both because he has an excuse to talk to you, and because it makes it seem like you’ve know each other your whole lives (something he wishes desperately was true).

I imagine Aunt May seeing you two hanging out one day, squabbling about how to properly ensemble the last piece (he’d probably go with your judgement no matter what though), and tells him something along the lines of ‘stop fighting with your sibling’ as a joke.

-The way Peter’s face would just be 😯 before breaking into a massive smile that permanently stays on his face for the next month.

-Like, even Aunt May agrees that he’s your brother, that's basically the same as her adopting you, yeah? no-

Peter is a bit delusional if you couldn't tell.

-Like, the way he constantly called Happy because he convinced himself that it was gonna go through eventually? Yeah, you’re getting the same treatment.

-He assumes you feel the same even if you so much as look at him (I bet he’ll think it’s some ‘sibling secret code’ and look at you in the same way so it looks like he understood).

That isn’t to say he’s ignorant to your emotions though.

-He copies your feelings in a way - like, if you’re sad, he’ll be as well, if you’re angry at something, he’ll be angry, etc.

-He isn’t one for violence but I don’t think he would care if Spiderman webbed/roughed up a few people who were annoying you (I don’t think he’d do much more unless you were in serious danger or he got too caught up into his feelings like in no way home).

I can’t believe I didn’t mention this before but he would be so jealous if you actually had (a) sibling(s).

-Like, he’s supposed to be your brother, but now he has to compete with people who know you so much better than he does? People who get to live with you and say you’re related without getting funny looks?

-(He lied to MJ once and it immediately backfired- he just wanted someone to actually think you and him were siblings, ok? Is that really a crime?)

-I don’t think he would have it in him to be outright mean to them, but he wouldn’t be overly nice either, just neutral enough to hide any jealously and not get banned from seeing you.

He tries not to come across as pathetic (don’t tell him he lowkey is-) but he’s never had much of a family before. Sure, he has Aunt May but everyone else? Dead, just like that.

Siblings is a whole new world for him and he just wants to be there for you, be your role model like Stark is for him, and prove that he can be the best brother ever.

I have re-read this but my tenses might be messed up </3

[maddymoreau]

Mephistopheles Discussion/Analysis

Like Levi said in Nightbringer Lesson 13-A Mephistopheles is a jerk but MAN is his self imagine, backstory and desperation to be useful/full-fill his “life’s purpose” just . . . Sad.

On the Official Obey Me Nightbringer website Mephistopheles is described as:

A proud demon born to nobles. Raised from a young age to be a playmate for Diavolo, but he is worried that Diavolo will lose interest in him because of the appearance of the brothers.

However there’s so much more to it then that.

Mephistopheles was born with the sole purpose from his family to be Diavolo’s right-hand man.

A position he’s already begun to lose which terrifies him. Something so clear Mammon catches onto it when he tries picking a fight with the brothers.

Mammon: “Like, I think I know what the deal is with you. You’re scared that Lucifer’s gonna replace ya as Lord Diavolo’s right-hand man, aren’t ya?”

There’s a reason Mephisto mentions this to MC:

Which makes Mephistopheles’ reaction to Diavolo saying, “I consider you a dear friend.” sadder.

You still think of me that way.

Also it’s not a coincidence that Mephistopheles’ visits completely stopped a little after Diavolo took the brothers in.

Along with his father having him begin attending the House of Lord sessions more frequently.

It’s Devildom’s complicated politics and the House of Lords AKA Devildom nobility using Mephisto.

Despite him being the one to deliver the House of Lord’s letter to Diavolo they didn’t even explain the full extent of their plans to Mephistopheles.

The House of Lords is using the situation with Beel to put Diavolo at a disadvantage to increase the possibility of Diavolo failing the Kingsblood Crucible.

Which isn’t what Mephistopheles wants.

He tells the brothers, “As long as we refuse to accept you, your opinions don’t matter. You won’t be running things here in the Devildom.” Which is funny when that’s what the House of Lords is trying to do.

Adding onto this I find these lines when Mephisto is expressing his concern to Diavolo so interesting:

Mephisto understands Diavolo’s reason for allowing the brothers into Devildom. He just can’t understand why Diavolo is so invested on a personal level.

While Mephistopheles tries to be Diavolo’s right-hand man he is blind to Diavolo’s actual needs. Diavolo craves friendship, to be perceived outside his Royal status which Mephisto will not do.

Mephistopheles ALWAYS addresses Diavolo as Lord Diavolo even when he’s not around.

Mephisto also considers himself far more trustworthy then the brothers but has yet to realize his nobility and family make him someone Diavolo cannot fully put his trust into.

While with the brothers there’s the situation regarding Lucifer’s oath.

Some may consider Mephisto expecting us to escort him out to be snobbish but that’s curtsey among Devildom nobility.

Which is almost all Mephisto knows.

In the present day during Obey Me Shall We Date in the Memory Card Let’s Take Pictures we learn he’s never been to an arcade. In Hard Mode Lesson 70-6 we learn he’s never eaten a fast food burger, he gets driven around in a expensive car and has a butler. He lives a very sheltered life.

While Diavolo and Mephisto are on friendly terms in the present they definitely aren’t as close. It’s almost like there’s an even larger barrier or wall between them. Which is due to their inability to open up and understand each other.

Being something useful to Diavolo is still something Mephistopheles craves.

OG Lesson 68-7 when transported to the flower garden inside the Demon Lord’s Castle. Certain characters get taken in by a flower’s illusion. One of them being Mephistopheles and what he imagines is silly yet so depressing.

Mephisto just wants to be valued and seen as someone worthy. Especially to Diavolo.

Mephisto’s fight with the brothers in Nightbringer is the perfect example of how he will use his ego, be condescending and rude as a defense mechanism.

In the present day he will often praise/gloat about himself and against the brothers use the fact he was born a demon while they were once angels. To help him stop from feeling inferior. Second best. Not good enough.

However despite it all he still lives earnestly.

WHICH IS THE THING I LOVE MOST ABOUT HIM!!!

He doesn’t use his position in the Newspaper Club to spread lies. Instead only reporting the truth.

Lesson 68-17 : When Mephistopheles risks getting severely injured to save Luke. As everyone is praising him he responds to Luke saying, “It’s not like you need to thank me or anything. It wasn’t a big deal.”

Lesson 70-16 Hard: When fan letters for Asmo got delivered to the newspaper club he took the time try and bring them to Asmo. Luke told him he was really considerate.

Mephistopheles simply responded, “W . . .Well, it’s just a box of letters. It wasn’t that big of a deal for me to bring it here. And someone bothered to write and send each one of these letters. When I considered that, I couldn’t just leave them undelivered, could I?”

Lesson 72-17 : When MC bumps into him he catches us so we dont fall and hurt ourself. When you thank him he says, “I only did what anyone would do. There’s no need to thank me.”

Mephistopheles doesn’t perceive his kind acts as anything noteworthy because he simply believes that’s what everyone would do. WHICH ISN’T TRUE!

Even Luke comments how his behavior isn’t like most demons. Mephistopheles is the final key to helping Luke realize he was wrong about demons.

Lesson 77-A: The way Luke brings sweet treats to share with Mephisto, hangs out with him and when Luke falls asleep Mephistopheles lets him sleep there IS ADORABLE HOW CAN YALL HATE THIS MAN!!!!

Despite his rudeness Mephistopheles is such an interesting complex character and massive lovable dork who sucks at tongue twisters! I hope overtime he gets more fans!!!

[theemporium]

ok but no, wait, because ever since the pjo resurgence started i can’t get son of aries!max and daughter of apollo!reader out of my head

what if he’s like pretty quiet and keeps to himself, and being a son of aries he’s already pretty off-putting to others at camp, but he falls for the pretty apollo girl who spends her days painting by the lake, or playing music at the campfires? he so desperately wants to get to know this girl so he signs up for camp activities that are way out of left field for him. he’s swapping his sword hour for poetry, and everyone is shocked it see the big broody aries boy here.

he slowly starts talking with her, letting himself open up a little bit day by day. he sits with her while she paints, admiring the way she works the colors onto the canvas. he offers her private sword fighting lessons, because sure she’s decent with a bow and arrow but she nearly took someone’s head off last week at capture the flag with her sword.

he becomes a protective presence to her, and the other few (younger) apollo kids he’d taken under his wing, so much so that when other campers see her, they know he can’t be far behind.

WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW OBSESSED I AM WITH THIS!!!!!!!

also gonna shoehorn my own wee headcanon in that daniel would also be a child of apollo (maybe he’s even the head of the cabin???) and outside of his own cabin, daniel is the only friend max really has

and daniel constantly teases him about it even though max is insistent that friends aren’t important as long as he has allies

but then he meets reader by accident one day because maybe daniel was dropping her off something or she comes in the cabin to grab something whilst max is in there and he becomes ENAMOURED

and he doesn’t even care that daniel keeps poking fun at him (even though he’s really happy max has found someone else to kinda open up to) because he can’t get enough of the reader

and imagine max in all his armour after training just awkwardly on the beach that daniel told him she would be sitting at and trying to make conversation and not totally embarrass himself. luckily for him, she loves the way his cheeks kinda blush and she’s intrigued by this usually cold, rude son of ares who looks as harmless as a puppy right now—even in his full armour and sword in hand

[considerablecolors]

so anyways thinking about Muriel trying to learn more about humans and watching TV and such and how they would absolutely undeniably be OBSESSED with Bluey once they discovered it. how they would immediately feel connected to characters that are also learning more about the world around them everyday and being proud of themselves for slowly picking up on jokes for the older audience and such. which is a fun thought by itself. BUT THEN.

this brings to mind Muriel wanting to show Bluey to Crowley and Aziraphale (this takes place sometime after season 3 where they're all a family again), and Crowley's like "yeah everyone Below tried really hard to stop it from getting distributed in the US, big blow for us" to which Aziraphale replies "oh yes I spoke with the angel that worked on it, they got quite the promotion!"

anywho both of them try to get out of watching it because "it's a bloody kids show" and "I'm really not too fond of modern television" but Muriel is making puppy dog eyes so OBVIOUSLY they're gonna cave in eventually.

and at first they're not really paying TOO much attention, Aziraphale is charmed by the soundtrack and animation and Crowley does snort at "this isn't the eighties anymore" but like obviously they're not INTO it, they can just admittedly see why Muriel likes it. and then. AND THEN. THE BLUEY EFFECT.

pause. we all know of the Bluey phenomenon. like oh it's this kids show for babies like peppa pig to -> oh there's some fun jokes for the parents here the teachers really like it to -> oh god I'm a 22 year old mentally ill queer person who's been sobbing my eyes out on tiktok for ten minutes why didn't my dad ever love me.

something something the soft gentle tone of the show and its lessons combined with how honest and blunt they are about things combined with the kind and powerful parenting displayed by the main family. it breaks people. it heals wounds. it gets through to those repressed issues. we all know the bluey effect.

NOW. THAT'S FUCKING HUMANS. NOW IMAGINE THAT WITH THESE FUCKERS.

literally centuries worth of repressed trauma, NO emotional intelligence or awareness whatsoever, every mental barrier you can think of, literally mommy issues from GOD, and on top of it all, they're an angel and a demon right so obviously they don't need to worry about petty human things like "therapy" and "coping skills" and "talking through issues" and "boundaries" and ""self-worth"".

BLUEY WOULD FUCKING BREAK THEM.

like oh yes this is a charming show but I'm not sure it's quite for me and then BOOM. Aziraphale gets hit with "there's something going on with me" "does your outside voice sometimes say yes when your inside voice says no?" "I don't think I know how to relax" "I just... felt like I was doing everything wrong"

like wow angel are you actually crying over cartoon dogs you're so emotional and then BOOM. Crowley gets hit with the "you don't need to keep coming back to this place" "he should take care of himself because I still need him" "now you've got all that upset and angry in your hands- do you want to keep it?" "why can’t she just have the thing she wants?"

ALL OF A SUDDEN MURIEL LOOKS UP AND OH MY GOD I MADE MY DADS CRY I'VE NEVER SEEN THEM CRY BEFORE OH NO OH NO WHAT DO I DO UMMM NINA MAGGIE PLEASE COME TO THE BOOKSHOP I THINK I BROKE THEM ON ACCIDENT

i'm just saying if aziraphale and crowley had been blueypilled before then maybe there would've actually been some fucking nightingales ok.

[dudadragneel]

Like I promised.

One last fic before 2023 ends for me!

I don’t know why but ever since Hyunjin’s Versace fashion show I can’t stop thinking about how he said he was really nervous and like (you can tell he was). I can imagine accompanying him there and him being so excited but when you guys get there he’s so anxious, taking pictures and talking to everyone. Him telling you he’s starting to feel sick and he doesn’t know if he can stay long but deciding to anyways. Until the moment after his interview & he tugs on your sleeve and asks you to come with him to the bathroom because he feels like he’s going to throw up. You discretely going with him but stopping in the doorway to the bathroom because he can’t hold it in and you have to place your hand under his chin to catch the little that comes out before you make it to the sink, holding his long black hair back and trying to calm him down. Having to call Felix to come pick you guys up early because Hyunjin’s in such a bad state and still feels sick from nerves.

A NOT-SO-FASHION SHOW

Taking part in official events for famous brands were something important for idols and it could later mean an endorsement deal or even becoming ambassador of said brand.

Your boyfriend Hyunjin had been invited to a Versace fashion show, in collaboration with Dua Lipa and you couldn't be more excited.

- OH MY GOD BABY!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

- Thank you honey! I'm happy as well!

- When is it gonna be?

- May 23rd, in Cannes!

- IN A WEEK!?

- Yes! They said that apart from the staff, I could bring someone with me. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me?

- Really? Are you sure? Wouldn't that cause a stir?

- I don't care. I love you and I want you to be with me

- Well, then. I'm more than happy to.

You said almost crying on the other side of the phone.

- I'll se you in a few days then. I love you.

- I love you too.

You couldn't hide the fact that you were excited for the fashion show, specially after he invited you. You didn't need to worry about your outfit because you trusted him to choose one for you.

The fashion show would take place in Cannes and this time Hyunjin would be going without the boys. Well, one of them, Felix, was coming along, not to the event but some other schedule. Despite that, he took some English lessons with Chan and Felix so he could be interviewed without feeling that nervous. And plus, you knew English pretty well so you could help him if he needed.

Five days passed since you found out he had been invited and he carried on with his schedules while you worked and you met on the way to the airport one day prior to the event. It never really entered your mind why they had to travel so close to the day of the events instead of going a few days before and being able to rest for a while.

Arriving there you unpacked your bags and went for a little sightseeing, lunch and some other fun stuff, which could be kind of rare in these occasions.

It was finally the day of the fashion show. It was sunny outside and the weather looked beautiful. You had breakfast together then went on to get dressed for the event. And that's when Hyunjin actually started to feel nervous, as if he had just now realized what was happening.

- Baby, I'm nervous.

He said grabbing your hands and laughing nervously.

- I know babe. But it's gonna be okay. I'll be right there with you.

You said pulling him for a kiss. You could see he was shaking a little and you wish you could just take away all that nervousness.

He got dressed before you and when he came out wearing that beige set and black purse, he looked ethereal. How could someone look so stunning wearing such a simple yet elegant and fashionable set?

- You look incredible! Oh my god!

- Thank you. Now it's your turn.

He has picked your outfit and hadn't shown you yet, but he knew you like the palm of his hand, being with you for so long, so he picked exactly what you'd love to wear in such occasion.

When you went into the dressing room with some of the female staff and you looked at what he has picked for you, you had tears in your eyes. When you put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, tears actually rolled down your face. The outfit looked so pretty on you, the staff also smiled fondly at your reaction.

You came out and when Hyunjin saw you, he was at a loss for words. He couldn't describe how beautiful you looked in that outfit. He just kept looking at you, eyes shining like the stars and mouth agape.

- Babe? Do I look strange?

- No! You look absolutely beautiful, love!

He said picking you up, kissing you then putting you down and having you spin around to show the outfit.

- Did you like it? I tried picking something you'd not feel uncomfortable in.

- I love it! It's so beautiful! I haven't felt like this in a while! Thank you my love!

You said hugging him and kissing him.

It was now time to leave for the event. It had been a while since you last actually appeared in an official schedule as his partner, so you were a bit nervous and didn't want to attract attention to you, after all this was his event.

As soon as he got out of the van, a sea of flashes started and you were amazed by that. He turned to the car and extended his hand to you. You took a deep breath and held his hand to get out of the car and you two officially entered the venue of the event.

You could swear there were flashes coming from the sky and you even told him that, making him a laugh a little, to release some stress.

And it all started officially. Everyone wanted to take selfies with him, official photos, pictures with you as well. Adding to that, there were tons of celebrities wanting to chat with him and that was overwhelming him, all the flashes, sounds, people, the fact that he had to communicate in english. And you were helping him with the last part, making his interactions a little less stressful.

After this first round of socialization, the anxiety he was feeling earlier had grown stronger. He felt overwhelmed by his surroundings, he felt suffocated.

You were standing, looking at people and everything when he squeezed your hand, getting your attention as you could feel it shaking.

- What's wrong honey?

You said quietly behind your hand and leaning towards him. He did the same to answer you. After seeing so many scandals with idols, you learn that communicating like that can really keep you away from trouble.

- I'm starting to feel sick...

- Really?

You said a little surprised but holding his hands reassuringly.

- I don't know if I'll manage to stay here long...

- Oh baby... Leaving like this might raise suspicion...come here. Let's go somewhere a little less crowdy and quiet.

You took him away from the crowd which thankfully not everyone noticed, since there were a lot of other known names out there. When you were in a quiet space, you grabbed his hands and tried to calm him down.

- Honey, look at me. Unfortunately, you still have some things to do here. Now, let's breathe together, ok? With me.

You began a breathing exercise with him and he followed along. You brought his hand to your chest so he could feel your heartbeat and see how relaxed you were and then be able to calm himself down.

He exhaled and then looked at you.

- How are you feeling?

- A little better...thanks to you...

- Good. Do you think we can go back there now?

- Yes...

- Hey. It's gonna be alright. I'm right here with you and for you. If you don't feel well just tell me.

- Alright.

You went back to where everyone was and the second round of socialization started. More photos, more chatting. And then Donatella Versace herself came to talk to him. You could tell she had an affection for him, she treated him well, talked with him and then took some pictures. Despite feeling nervous he had a genuine smile on his face, which made you happy.

After that, he had an interview. By now he was feeling overwhelmed again and his stomach was doing flips, he could feel nausea starting to build up inside him. He took a deep breath and started his interview, you watching by his side and stepping in whenever he had any difficulty understanding the question or answering them.

However, as he was being interviewed he felt something revolting inside him. He was feeling out of breath, his heart was racing and his stomach was churning, the nausea from before growing even stronger. At some point during the interview he thought he was done, that he'd end up being sick in front of everyone but he looked at you and managed to recompose himself, even if just to finish the interview.

When it was over, it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he could now let his guard down. You were moving away from where the interview took place and Hyunjin was feeling incredibly unwell. He could feel his breakfast threatening to make an appearance, his stomach was doing flips again and his mouth had this foul taste inside. He tugged on your clothes as you were walking and you immediately halted your movements.

- What's wrong honey?

- Can you come to the restroom with me? I think I'm gonna throw up...

- Really? Let's go.

You wrapped your arms around him and tried leaving without attracting attention to the both of you. Thankfully you had gone to the restroom before so you knew where it was and you wouldn't need to ask and have people wonder what was going on. In this situation, the less attention, the better.

As you were walking, his stomach contracted, making him gag wetly and cover his mouth. It took every ounce of strength in him to control his body not to jerk forward and not to throw up in front of everyone.

But a few steps away from the bathroom, another contraction sent liquid up his throat making him gag once more, he tried to hold it in but it was too late.

You noticed his movement as he jerked forward a bit and managed to place your hand under his mouth just in time to catch that pale brown liquid before it got on his clothes and entered the restroom locking the door behind you.

You guided him to the sink and turned on the tap water to clean your hands and muffle some of the noise.

He grabbed the edges of the sink for support and took a deep breath and then his stomach jumped again, making his mouth fill with saliva and a foul taste.

He bent over to spit some of that saliva out and then straightened his back to take a deep breath again. Just then his stomach contracted, sending hot foul tasting liquid up his throat making him bend over as a thick wave of partially digested food gushed out of him.

For some unknown reason, none of you had brought a hair tie on your purses. So you held his hair back as he ducked his head when another stream made its way out followed by a wet burp bringing up another one.

- Oh baby...it's okay.

You could see he was about to start panicking, after all he was throwing up during a fashion show, and anyone could listen to what was happening inside the bathroom.

- babe--

He tried saying but was cut off by a harsh gag that arched his back, sending up even more foul pale brown liquid and then another burp brought up even more. You noticed his distress, so you used your free hand to rub his back.

- It's okay. You can let everything out. It's just you and me in here. I'm right here with you.

- Than-

He tried answering again, just to trigger his stomach one more time that now sent partially digested food out his nose as well.

- Oh god, baby....

You said as your kept rubbing his back in circles while he proceeded to throw up again, vomit mixing with was already in the sink.

- Babe...I think I'm done....

- Okay. Let's rinse your mouth and sit down. I'll call Felix to come pick us up, okay?

- Hmm...

He just nodded, head looking down while he sat down on the floor.

You decided to call Felix, who had traveled with you for another schedule and happened to be free at the moment.

- Felix? Hi!

- Oh! Hey, y/n! Is everything okay?

- Not exactly...

- What's wrong?

- It's Hyune...he threw up.

- What!? What happened?

- I guess he was anxious. I think the nerves got the best of him. Can you come pick us up? I don't think it's a good idea to stay here.

- Yeah. I'll be there in a few minutes.

- Oh! Felix, one more things. Can you tell the staff whats happening? We kind of left in a hurry to the bathroom and I think they lost sight of us and I don't have their phone numbers.

- Sure.

After you hung up, you turned your attention back to Hyunjin who still had his head down.

He just kept his eyes closed, focusing on breathing and trying to ignore the uneasy feeling that still lingered in his stomach. It just kept gurgling and he could feel everything sloshing around, to add to that, his heart was beating fast because he was too anxious about the situation.

You kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his shaking hands and squeezed them, a reassuring touch bringing him back to reality.

- Hyune? I'm right here, okay? Don't be nervous. You're with me, you can relax. You'll be okay. We'll leave in a few minutes.

- Thank you....I'm sorry...

- Don't be sorry. I already told you, a millions times, it's not your fault. Being anxious it's not a crime.

- I know...

He felt his stomach revolt again, a burning sensation up his chest, saliva pooling inside his mouth and a foul test at the back of his throat.

- I wanna throw up again-

You helped him up and brought him inside one of the stalls. He bent over, hands on each side of the edges of the toilet, his mouth opened with him spitting out thick saliva as unproductive gags kept coming.

You held his hair and rubbed his stomach and felt it gurgle under your touch.

- Oh baby...

A harsh gag made him jerk forward as a thick stream of vomit gushed out hitting the edges of the toilet and just barely missing both of your outfits before splashing on the water with a sickening sound. He barely had time to catch his breath as a wet burp brought up more partially digested food.

You kept rubbing his stomach up and down while he threw up one more time and after that he was left dry heaving and spitting out saliva.

- Baby, I think you're done. Take a deep breath.

- Can I hug you?

He asked, voice raspy from the strain and sounding defeated and exhausted.

You pulled him into a hug and placed his head on your shoulders and you could swear his temperature was a little high.

- I'm tired...I wanna go...

- we'll be at the hotel soon, baby. Then you can sleep all you want.

You helped him rinse his mouth and gave him some water so he could relieve some of the pain in his throat.

And just in time, the staff arrived, knocking on the restroom door.

- Y/n? Hyunjin? Are you guys in there?

- Yes.

- Felix told us what happened. He's outside waiting for you in the car.

- Is it okay for us to leave? Hyunjin's not in a good state right now, I'd rather not draw any attention.

- Yes, it is. We formed a barricade, no one will see you or take pictures.

- Okay. Well get out then.

You put Hyunjin's arm over your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his waist to help him walk, after being anxious and throwing up he was feeling weak.

Just as the staff had ensured you, there was a barricade waiting for you outside. They quickly helped Hyunjin and you get out of the place without being much noticed.

They helped Hyunjin into the car and you sat beside him and placed his head on your shoulder, as you reclined both of your seats.

Felix who was sitting in front greeted you with a concerned look on his face.

- Y/n, what happened?

- I'm not sure Lix. He said he was nervous earlier, even before we left the hotel. When we got at the venue, it felt like the entire world has its attention on us, or rather, him. There was a lot of talking, pictures. He told me he was feeling overwhelmed but it wasn't until the interview that he felt sick.

- But how did he do it?

- Despite feeling nervous, he did well. I'm proud of him.

- And how's he doing?

- He threw up a couple of times so I hope that now he can only rest.

You said turning to him and seeing he was fast asleep.

He still felt awful from the nerves but at least he was out of the crowd and could try to relax at the hotel. He still got sick a few times after you went back and the only thing he wanted was to go home. But everytime he thought about that, he remembered that he had to get into a plane and it would take a few hours to get back in Korea and that made him sick, so it became a vicious cicle.

[like-a-bantha]

Checkmate

Summary: Maybe you're not the best at dejarik, but you do know your way around a chess board. In the absence of a board, you'll make due with your imagination. (Alternate title: Two dorks play chess, maybe they’ll kiss?)

Pairing: Tech/Gender Neutral Reader (no Y/N, no descriptions of reader's appearance other than being shorter than Tech)

Rating: G

Warnings: None! Just some brotherly teasing and good old fashioned chess.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is silly and short and not Busted Hyperdrive (it's coming, I promise!) but I couldn't rest until I got this out of my system. It's my first non-platonic fic so if it sounds a little strange, I offer my sincerest 'my bad's. I'm also not a chess master, so if you're just here for the chess you're probably not gonna dig this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave some feedback! <3

Read on AO3 | Masterlist

It started a few months back when you all had some downtime at Cid’s. You entered the parlor to find her grumbling to herself as she attempted to fix the dejarik table, now temporarily out of commission after taking one too many frustrated blows. You’d all been off-world when it finally kicked the bucket, but Cid’s grumpy tone while recounting the incident paired with the large dent was all the evidence you needed. The Trandoshan, feeling particularly charitable, offered a small handful of credits if they were able to patch up the abused machine. Taking it as a challenge, Tech finished the repairs within the hour, even going as far as to fix the nasty dent. You and Omega waited patiently for the table to be revived so she could teach you how to play, explaining the rules and pieces over a carton of mantell mix. You nod along, half-understanding how the game works but knowing full well you’re about to make a fool of yourself.

“I am finished.” Tech announces, slipping his tools back into their respective slots on his belt as he stands. He’s nearly knocked over by his little sister in her mad dash to the table, waving you over as if you’re not just a few steps behind her.

Nevertheless, you laugh and pick up the pace, thanking Tech as you take your seat. Omega pushes a few buttons and the table begins humming to life. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not gonna go easy on me?”

Without missing a beat, Tech answers the question for her. “She will not.” He pulls a chair over to the table, knowing exactly what’s about to happen even if Omega denies the claim.

Three games later and both clones are sporting rather smug looks; Omega’s for pride in her strategizing skills, and Tech’s for being right in his claim. Not one to be a sore loser, you thank her as you stand from the table, “That was fun, but I think I’ll stick to the version I played back home. You wanna take over for me, Tech?”

“I wanna hear about your version!” Omega perks up, interested in a variation of her favorite game. You glance over to Tech, who hasn’t taken the now empty seat, his head just barely cocked to the side in question as he wordlessly awaits your explanation. 

You stand, looking between them for a second before returning to your seat, a sigh slipping through your grin. With that, you dive straight into your description of the game, detail matching Omega’s earlier lesson. Both of them listen intently, asking questions that you happily answer. Tech glances down at his datapad every so often, you can’t seem to fight back a smile when you realize he’s been taking notes. Once you finish your explanation he sets it back down on the table while Omega looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to pull a full chess set out of thin air to give them both a demonstration.

“That sounds fun! Can we play?” Omega asks, eager to try her hand at a new strategy game.

“If we can find a set, I’d love to! But they’re pretty hard to come by outside of my planet.” You try to put on a hopeful smile, now regretting mentioning it in the first place as her own smile slowly fades. “I mean, technically you don’t need one,” this grabs both of their attention, “but it will be a little tougher.”

“You can play without the board? Or the pieces?” Omega asks, clearly skeptical as you said it was a board game. Tech, on the other hand, seems intrigued.

“Y’know how I said there’s a notation system?”

“Are you suggesting the game can be played verbally?” Tech reaches for his datapad; checking his notes, you figure.

“It’s possible! When the Empire showed up in my city and forced us out we didn’t have time to grab the fun stuff – mostly just, like, food and water.” You almost cringe a little, talking about your past isn’t really your forte. “We got bored, we played in our heads and called out our moves. It took some getting used to, but it’s still fun!”

“Fascinating.”

“You guys wanna give it a go?” Omega seems a little unsure but excited enough to jump into a practice round.

Despite her hesitation, Omega did surprisingly well. She even managed to beat you in the third game. And, unsurprisingly, Tech played like a natural, instantly picking up the game that took you months to master. You managed to beat him in your first game, but the next two were easy wins for him. If you were playing against your friends back home you might’ve gotten a little competitive, but the proud smile that crept onto your face after the first game has yet to fade. Later on, after the rest of the batch returned to the parlor, you sat back and listened to Tech and Omega’s gripping game – too enthralled to tell either of them that it will most likely end in a stalemate.

Hunter took a seat next to you at the bar, when his gaze shifts from Tech and Omega to you with a quirked brow you let out a quiet chuckle. “They’re playing chess.” He huffs, amused as the two of you watch their game in silence.

Soon, it becomes a favorite pastime among the three of you. Omega has tried to get her other brothers to join in to no avail, none of them seem to enjoy it nearly as much as the three of you. After a little digging, Tech finds a slew of archived games from your home planet and studies them intently. Whenever you find yourselves on a supply run off-world, you and Tech volunteer yourselves every time to search for a real set. What started off as a wild porg chase turns into a sort of tradition and, strangely enough, you find yourself looking forward to supply runs.

You’re counting ration bars and bandages after a too-long mission for Cid, most of your stock depleted, while Omega takes another study break to play a few rounds of chess with you. Hunter makes the call to stop on Boonta to refuel and restock, knowing the second you return to Ord Mantell you’ll be sent off on another mission. This time, when the Marauder touches down in a dingy space port, no one bothers asking who will be heading to the market.

Omega hums in thought, absently fiddling with her datapad as you wait for her next, and most likely last, move. She’s got you cornered, your only possible escape is Kb7 but she’s still got her Queen, and you’re out of pawns to promote. Her eyes light up. “Rook to b3! Checkmate!”

“I forgot about the rook!” You laugh, impressed at how she’s improved. “Good game, Omega, that’s four wins in a row!”

“It’s all about the strategy.” She beams triumphantly.

“Yeah? How about you strategize some homework,” you laugh, standing to leave, “then maybe we can play on a real board later.”

The girl’s laughs are suddenly interrupted by Wrecker’s booming voice calling your name from the cockpit, followed by a loud, “Your boyfriend’s waiting!” You just roll your eyes, Omega tries to suppress a giggle as she puts on her best studious face, her eyes locked on her datapad.

When you pass him on your way out, a barely noticeable blush on your cheeks, Wrecker lets out a barking laugh. You shoot him a look, but this only draws another laugh from the gentle giant. “Keep that up and I’ll make sure to stock up on those blue ration bars you hate.” That does the trick. Letting out a victorious laugh of your own at his silence, you make your way down the ramp where Tech patiently waits. “Ready?”

He clears his throat quietly, storing his datapad before he begins leading the way to the market. “After you.”

“Oh, how kind of you. E4.” You laugh, you two always tend to walk a little slower on supply runs.

“I assumed you would like the advantage after losing our last match.” Tech simply states, his impartial facade cracking when you shoot him an incredulous look. “E6.” His smile is barely visible, but you manage to catch a glimpse before he fixes his gaze on the path ahead. The two of you focused on the game as you navigate the city streets.

“Rook to B5.” You’re about to reach the forty-eighth move of the game with no clear end in sight as you approach the bustling market. “Did you wanna split up? I have to grab rations and stuff for the medkits.”

“Rook to A8.” He pauses for a moment. “I will accompany you.”

“Cool. Rook to D2.” You glance around the market, hiding your grin. You spot a vendor selling rations by the crate, buying wholesale might save you all some trouble. “Let’s check that stall first.”

“Very well. H6.”

You make your way through the crowd, now quickly calling your moves back and forth. Barely ten feet from the stall, you realize stocking up on rations would mean fewer supply runs and your mind starts to race. Suddenly, your pace is even slower than before and you’re losing focus on your mental image of the match. When you make an obviously thoughtless move, losing your knight, Tech stops in his tracks, turning to face you. “Are you alright? That was a terrible move.”

“Huh?” All of your focus has been diverted to quickly concocting an excuse that the genius would find believable. You can’t bring yourself to look away from the vendor’s stall. “Oh, yeah. They- uh, it looks like they only have the blue ones. You guys hate the blue ones, right?”

Tech’s brows furrow behind his yellow-tinted lenses. Maybe he didn’t buy the excuse but it certainly confused him. “I have no preference, nor do the others to my knowledge. Wrecker doesn’t like them, but he will manage.” You can feel his eyes on you, studying you, and you wished he would look literally anywhere else. “You’ve mentioned preferring them, however.”

“Let’s just look around a little more, maybe we can find someplace with more variety.” You turn to walk further into the market but he catches your wrist, his grip is loose but it brings you to a halt.

“Would I be correct in my presumption that you are attempting to under-stock our supplies to continue our regular supply runs?” You’re glad you haven’t turned to face him, your eyes are wide and your cheeks flushed, and he’s still holding onto your wrist as if you’d run away if he let go. You can’t think of anything to say, clearly you’re not great at excuses so you just stand there hoping he’ll just drop it.

You let out a heavy sigh, turning around to just barely face him, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, Tech. Sorry. I just…” You trail off, maybe now he might let it be, you’ll grab the crate of blue ration bars and be on your way.

“You don’t need to apologize.” His tone softens, you’ve never heard him sound so gentle. Your cheeks feel like they’re burning and he’s still holding onto you. “If we are unable to find a chess set today, I’m positive I can make one to your standards.”

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until it came out in a choked laugh. The chess set. Right. You make a mental note to not let Wrecker’s teasing get to your head. Cheeks slowly reverting to a normal temperature, you finally turn to face him with a bashful smile and the concern in his eyes begins to dissipate. “Thanks, Tech. That’d be nice.”

He returns your smile. “I will need your input, of course.” His gaze falls a bit and you see a flash of panic in his eyes before he quickly releases his grip on your wrist. Quickly bringing that same hand up to adjust his goggles, he clears his throat, now looking at anything but you. “G5.”

Your head drops with a laugh, nudging him with an elbow as you start towards the stall. “C’mon, let’s go buy a month's supply of ration bars Wrecker will hate.” As the tension fades from your body you find yourself able to focus on the game again.  “Oh, and thanks for the pawn. Rook to H6.”

You were right, wholesale is way cheaper. Much heavier, too. After you find a med supply stall that’s somewhat reasonably priced, Tech offers to take the crate and you hand it over with almost no objection.

“Would you still like to look around for a chess set?” Tech asks, lowering the crate a bit so you can rest your pack on top while you fill it with rolls of bandages and tubes of bacta.

You pause, your hands resting atop the pack that rests atop the crate in Tech’s arms; your brows furrowed in thought, you absently chew on your lip as you consider his question. You look up to find him watching you intently, and, rather than avert your gaze from his, you smile and shake your head. “Nah, I think I’d like one you make much better.”

He opens his mouth as if to say something but seems to decide against it, simply responding with an equally warm smile.

You return your attention to your pack, making sure it’s shut securely before swinging it over an arm as Tech readjusts his grip on the crate. Letting out a content sigh, you both begin making your way out of the market. “Your turn.”

“Ah, yes.” He thinks for a moment, it’s anyone's game now since you came back from your earlier blunder. Waiting until you’ve left the crowded area, he calls his move. “King to F7.”

“Running away from me?” You joke, unable to suppress a giggle when Tech looks at you with mock exasperation. “What? Queen to B7.” He instantly realizes what that move means, but you can’t help but give him a deviously smug smile. “Check.”

“Interesting.” He ponders his next move, absently attempting to adjust his goggles only to realize he’s still holding the crate. You watch on as he shifts it around, trying to balance it enough to free his right hand momentarily.

“Okay, okay, hold on, just… look at me.” You place a hand on his fidgeting arm, all movement coming to a stop. You stand on your tiptoes, reaching up to gently slide his goggles back into place, careful not to touch the lenses. Your breath catches when you make sure you didn’t accidentally leave behind any fingerprints and finally see the intensity in his eyes. He’s completely still, as if he would scare you away with any sudden movement. You can’t help but freeze as well, hands still gently resting on the frame of his goggles. When you wobble a bit on unsteady tiptoes, your fingertips just barely graze his cheekbones and his lips part in a silent gasp and, oh god, now you’re looking at his lips. Eyes, look at his eyes, that’ll help, you think, so you look back to his eyes and catch them flicking back up from your lips, or maybe the ground, maybe he’s just really into dirt these days, and now you’re starting to get dizzy. You retreat rather abruptly, your heels meeting the ground with a quiet thud, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other on his forearm to keep from falling over. After overthinking some more, both hands come to rest unnaturally at your side, wide eyes trying to focus on anything that isn’t him but ultimately failing. His gaze hasn’t left you, his expression unchanged. Deciding you should say anything, literally any words to break this tension that you created, you clear your throat and give a shaky, “Any better?” 

He just stares for a moment. You’ve never seen him this flustered – or flustered at all  – and now you’re really about to panic, your mind playing a loop of oh maker, I broke Tech. You’re about to release a minimum of one hundred apologies when it seems he’s finally returned to his body. “King to G8.” As if nothing happened. As if he can still win after such a pitiful move.

“Oh, Tech, I’m so sorry.” You look up at him, guilt dripping from your words.

He shakes his head, readjusting the crate one last time before finally just setting it on the ground for a moment. “No need to apologize, I have been wondering for some time if my feelings were reciprocated.” When your eyes widen in shock, he decides to clarify. “Romantic feelings. Towards you.”

“No yeah, I got that.” You shake your head, a pleasantly confused smile somewhat replacing the shock on your face.

“You appear to be confused, is my conclusion incorrect?” Now it’s his turn to internally panic, second-guessing himself for what appears to be the first time.

He looks confused when you let out a short, nervous laugh. “No, you’re correct. Romantic feelings are very much reciprocated.” You take a tiny step closer, leaving little room between the two of you, returning to your tiptoes. Tech, ever the genius, takes the hint; first bringing a hand to your waist to steady you before closing the distance, your lips meeting in a sweet kiss as he brings a tentative hand up to gently cup your cheek.

When you finally part, returning to ground level once again though still in his embrace, he cocks his head to the side. “May I ask, then, why did you apologize?”

You laugh, your forehead bumping the chest plate of his armor before once again meeting his gaze. “Rook to C8.” You reach up for the shortest, sweetest peck of a kiss. “Checkmate.”

A/N pt.2: If that wasn't the cheesiest thing I've ever written, I don't know what is - Alexa, play Yuck! by Charli XCX. This was so fun to write! Thank you so much for reading! <3

[agenericplaceholdername]

Dragons Rising E11-15 Thoughts

Here’s some thoughts on each episode in the first half of Dragons Rising, Season 1 Part 2:

The Temple of the Dragon Cores:

The Merge music starts playing before the MergeQuake starts 

This does kinda make me wonder how many people in Ninjago have interacted directly with the Ninja

Commented last time on the other empty holes in the portal gate room, but I guess those are just used for dragon stables

“My bathroom is everywhere” tbf with all the dragons there Wyldfyre probably isn’t making things that much worse

Lloyd was fixing the monastery from where the bounty hit it in E4

Zane: “The world is gonna end” Lloyd: “yeah I knew that, can I get back to my plants?”

“among us”

LaRow wait- what were you about to say about Lord Ras?

On one hand, Zane is really unintelligent in this scene. On the other hand, it’s nice to see the other Ninja just lounging around

Arin how did you know there were 3 dragon cores

RAPTON

This is such a strange resolution of this scene

Correct use of precision over accuracy

Did the FSM actually create the other realms? or just the landmasses like he did with Ninjago

“It never came up” is prob true and also such a funny way to address that you’re actually the grandson of God

“And the Wyldness��� isn’t that a whole realm? Imagine if the Spirit said one of the cores is “in Ninjago”— how would they know where?

Frohicky!

Gangs of the Sea:

The first hint at a Rapton defection?

Arin volunteering to be with Lloyd immediately :)

Nya faces the problem of any teacher who has two people in their class with the same name

Naps are awesome Kai

It’s interesting that Lloyd frames Arin’s inability to do Spinjitzu as something holding him back, since that usually seems reserved for True Potentials, while Spinjitzu is just doing certain body movements

Is this training music new? It’s good

Ninjago has *never* done this trope before (except when they did)

Have any non-human characters had glasses in Ninjago (Glutinous had a monocle, but idk anyone else)

Lloyd is just trolling this guy lol

So the crab used mind control though the crown to control the Merlopian leader. But how did it control the rest of the Merlopians?

The crab’s tooth being planted is a leap in logic but I’ll take it to be true (meaning some mystery that’ll be resolved later)

Even when small that crab looks evil

And we go right into the next episode

Wyldly Inappropriate:

So were these guys in the Underworld the whole time, but some other kingdom or something?

I wonder if this recipe differs from the one Frohicky makes for Lloyd later

PIXAL :(

“That’s the second fastest I’ve ever seen someone grow a mustache” lol

Zane went into the Crossroads with the intent to purchase something and brought no money?

So they can’t say “We should kill you” (outside of that one Nya line which is meant as a joke) but “We should eviscerate you” is fine?

Did Nya run into the Lava-Tides before she started working with the Craglings?

I love the scroll of grievances

THE Chancellor Gulch? Absolutely crazy that he was the first side character to return in DR

All the mucoids have hyphens in their names (Grab-Barg, Tope-Epot, Zant-Tanz)

Moral about bullying (similar to what S1 of the original show would do)

Good development for Wyldfyre

There’s a Never-Realm samurai in the crowd. What does he think about Zane

“I’ll let everyone know what happened to you. Maybe someone will be sad.” Great line but not only is it funny but in the context of what happens in S2…

I’d like Zane’s tax filing toaster

Yet another Lobbo win

Is this meta-commentary on how Zane has been written? Or just incidentally responding to criticism in recent years

Good to see Kai and Wyldfyre working together

And now into the next episode

The Last Djinn:

Poor Zane

Both Frohicky and Lobbo have problems with their moms

“Anything that isn’t alive” ok so that’s just there so that they can’t use the seeker stones to find the missing characters right lol

“Not all Spinjitzu lessons are about fighting” this is a callback to Can of Worms, so a deep cut

So in just 7 years, Frohicky could clean the monastery with a toothbrush

No, Nya doesn’t know that her destruction of the Cursed Realm resulted in Djinjago’s destruction

“Why am I not Sora One?”

So I know the Howlers aren’t ghosts (they don’t seem dead or alive) but they do remind me of Bansha

Nya immediately gets in front of Sora to protect her from Arrakore

A “special energy” about Riyu? Why don’t you elaborate, Arrakore?

Arrakore’s lower body looks like cotton candy

“The Howlers will hunt you to the ends of the known realms and beyond” I assume this is a figure of speech but it would be wild if the Howlers could follow someone into and out of Nether-Space, for example

Nya’s eyebrow raise lol. “No comment.”

“No one is ever powerless!” It’s true but also funny that Nya says stuff like this as if her arc in Crystalized made sense and actually proved this (obv it’s clear that the writers thought it did)

Great scene - the Sora development, the music, “Your wish is yours to keep”

Good lesson from Zane

Having a Djinn on your side is pretty overpowered, so they’re clearly trying to limit Arrakore’s abilities

Easily the best of the 5 episodes covered today, although E13 is solid too and none are outright bad

They Call it Doom:

Kai head jumpscare

Dorama’s Imperium guards have top hats lol

Kai how’d you fall for that

Could a wish like this help locate PIXAl or Jay?

The pie stuff is great bc it comes from Arin’s VA, Deven Mack

“Acting general” why is Zant-Tanz only an acting general? Was there another general before who had to be replaced? What’s the policy on Mucoid Warrior promotions? 

Not the doom mucus! This episode does everything it can to replace “death,” “die,” and “kill” with “doom” and “destroy” … even though Ninjago has used those words before?

“Teams are for people too weak to work alone” let’s see if Wyldfyre still has this anti-Kai, anti-team mindset by the end of S1

Dorama flying with his staff is incredible

When did Rapton try to “stomp [the Ninja] into oblivion”? Lloyd isn’t talking about the Photacs since that’s what Arin brings up next

“Be destroyed. Obliterated. Pass away. Cease to be among the living—” okay maybe it’s a little funny but cmon

“ All life is important.” “But that’s Rapton.”

Hey Dorama is a union man!

So when did Dorama switch the cores?

Zant-Tanz and Arin’s dialogue is great

Couldn’t a Mucoid just wear high quality shoes and be fine?

Rapton I know you help the Ninja later but you also really suck

The Administration is super cool here

Sora and Nya — you do understand why children would run away from two older people carrying weapons right?

COLE! yeah Nya and him could have recognized each other faster but whatever

This is an okay batch of episodes - it’s good to see various new locations, but it does feel very fetch quest-y

Next up, the finale of Dragons Rising Season 1!

[claire-elvisgirl]

LOVE LESSONS

Horrible weather outside?? Here's the result: a smutty first time of pleasure for reader...hope you like it!

Summary: You’re about to discover intimacy and pleasure for the first time, but you can’t imagine who’s gonna be your teacher!

Warnings: 18+, smutty first time, fingering, mutual touching, cuming.

Word cunt: 1626

You and Elvis have been good friends for years. He felt you were like his little sister, you practically grew up together and you shared a lot of things. You always felt something about him, but you never had the guts to tell him, because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. For your eighteenth birthday, you had a huge party at your place and he obviously was there too. He stayed close to you all night, hugging and cuddling you; he was tender and loving and you felt always safe in his arms, you knew he would never touch you with a finger. Or at least…that’s what you thought…

At the end of the party, you reached out for him and you took him away for a while. He followed you without asking anything, until you reached your bedroom. For you it was a natural thing, it wasn’t the first time you stood there with him…many times you spent hours and hours talking to him about school, boys and dreams. But that evening something was different. You felt strange about him, for the first time your heart knew that you wanted more from him, but you were scared to death. What if he refused you? What if he got angry and broke your friendship? You decided to risk. As you found yourself alone with him you closed the door and got close to him: “I’m sorry if I brought you here like that, but I have something to ask you…just…don’t freak out, okay?”

He laughed: “Y/n, what’s wrong? Ya nervous as a cat!”

“You know I’ve never been with a boy before…”

He blushed a little. “Y-yep…ya told me that. So?” he got nervous. She sat on her bed and talked to him looking at the floor: “Now…there’s this guy…at school…and I like him very much, but I don’t know how to…”

“…tell him?” he asked.

“Please him!” you answered.

His eyes popped out and he coughed nervously: “Y/n, I-I…why ya sayin’ it to me?”

“I know it sounds strange, but you’re my best friend and you’re a man, so…you probably know what men like. Can you…teach me something?”

He blushed more while his eyes widened in surprise, but he looked away from you: “Ya can’t ask me that…c’mon…”

You frowned: “I knew it…o-okay, never mind, forget I said that!”

He took a step closer: “Wait!”

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his voice. You looked up at him and you saw him coming closer to you. He sat next to you on the bed and he caressed you softly, making you tremble: “Ya really want me to teach ya?”

He moved your hair from your face and he leaned down whispering in your ear: “I think this boy from school doesn’t exist at all…am I right?”

It was true! There was no boy at school to please. You wanted to please HIM…and he knew it. He asked you a second time: “Answer me hun…ya really want me to do it?”

He put a finger under your chin and lifted your face to meet your eyes as he waited for you to speak: “I…yes, please!” you answered with sparkling eyes. He warned you: “Ya know that once we’re done, it’ll be very hard to remain friends…”

You looked in his eyes: “I know, but…”

He put his finger on your lips, hushing you: “Shh…then be quiet!” and he pressed his lips on yours.

Then he broke the kiss: “C’mon, we ain’t got much time!”

He took off his shirt and you felt your heart beating faster as a strong grip clutched your belly. You could feel his warmth spreading towards you.

“I-I’m nervous…” you said looking at his perfect body.

“Ya don’t have to hun…ya safe with me, ya know I could never hurt ya. Just lemme take care of ya!” he said leaning down over you.

“I wanna do it too…I wanna take care of you. Can you show me how?” you asked nervously.

“Well…ya don’t have to be shy about what ya feel…just let it go!” he leaned closer and closer as his heart was racing. “It’s all about…touchin’, understandin’ and meet each other’s needs! Remember, this ain’t just about pleasin’ me…it’s about discoverin’ what brings ya pleasure too!”

After a while he asked you: “D’ya ever touched yourself before?”

You looked at him and blushed like a baby: “N-no…never…”

He smiled: “God baby, ya still so innocent…If ya let me, I’d be happy to guide ya…ya have to explore your body too. Take your time, find out what makes ya feel good. You can start with your breast…or your clit…don’t rush! Ya want me to help ya?”

He noticed your embarrassment and he decided to get in charge and lead the way: “Lemme show ya something’, give me your hand!” he said. At first you hesitated. Then you pulled out your hand to him and as he held it tight, he slid your two hands in your panties. You gasped and held your breath: “Sshh sshh don’t worry hun…it’s okay…it’s okay. Use my fingers to touch ya. Relax and feel the touch…feel it…enjoy it!”

The touch and the sensation you felt on your hand, made your body shivering in pleasure and for the first time you felt a pool of excitement in your panties, while your pussy sent your brain a clear message: you wanted more. He moved your two hands up and down, gently caressing your foldings and you felt the excitement grow as your breath got faster. After a while he pulled back his hand and let you keep the work. “Ya on your own baby…show me what ya can do!”

You kept touching yourself and you started to moan as you discover your weak points. It was incredible, a new sensation was conquering you and you liked it. You loved it. He stood there for a while looking at you, while you explored your body. As you kept caressing yourself, he pulled up your shirt and grabbed one of your breasts squeezing it gently, then he took your already hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking. You gasped again and your moaning got louder and louder: “Oh my Go-od…”

“Ya like it baby? What if I show ya something else?” he said as he slid his hand in your panties. Your hand stopped and let his took place, but instead of caressing as you were doing, he slid his middle finger inside you, feeling your warmth and tightness, while his thumb landed on your clit.

“Fffuck…” you arched your back. It was a huge and unexpected wave of pleasure, something you never felt before.  His fingers danced into you, finding the perfect rhythm that made you moan and squirm against his touch: “That’s it…let yourself feel the pleasure…there’s no shame in enjoin’ it!” he said feeling your body tensing under his touch. He increased the pace of his fingering, finding a rhythm that matched the thumping of your hearts. “Now…let it go baby, lemme help ya find that sweet release…cum f’me!”

As you felt his words, a strong wave of pleasure hit your body. He felt your tension loose and he kept stroking, guiding you through the intense sensation of your climax. You fell back and he grabbed you in his arms: “That’s my girl…how ya feel?”

You were still trembling and as you lifted your face to look at him he noticed you were crying: “Oh baby…it’s okay…no need to cry!” he smiled and hugged you tight. He kept you in his arms for a very long moment while he caressed your hair and kissed your head. After a while he asked you: “What if I show ya to please me now?”

You were exhausted, but you couldn’t say no: “Yes…please...do it!”

He took off his pants and boxers, and for the first time you saw his hard member in front of you. He grabbed your hand, making you touch his cock. He let out a low groan as he felt your gentle touch on his erection: “Take it in your hand! Don’t be afraid…it doesn’t bite!” he laughed. You did as he asked and you gasped: “Oh my God, it’s hard as a rock…”

You moved your hand as you gently pumped his cock. You wanted to please him so much and your biggest fear was not being able to handle the situation: “How…how you feel? Am I doin’ good?” you asked nervously.

“Oh my God hun…ya sure ya need lessons? Ya doin’ just fine…now…why don’t ya run your pretty fingers along the length of it?”

His request turned you on and you moved your hand faster, following his instructions. He was over the moon: “Ya real good at this hun…and the more ya do it, the better ya get! Now relax…take it slow and see how I respond to your touch!” he said leaning his head against the headboard.

His eyes rolled back in pleasure as you kept touching him: “That’s it baby…move it like that...ya doin’ fine!”

You paced up and he arched his back: “Fuck baby…ya gonna make me cum!”

You got very close to him, now your embarrassment was gone and you felt like what you were doing was the most normal thing in the world: “Then do it, don’t stop!”

He came hard in your hand, shooting out between your fingers as he moaned your name: “Oh God…y/n…that was amazing!”

His body shuddered with pleasure as he held you close to him: “Ya been a good student baby…but next time…I won’t be so gentle!”

You didn’t knew if something was changed between you and him, but you were sure about a thing: you enjoyed him…and you wanted more!

[itz-me-brett-duh]

His Harmony, Her Hope Part 4 ❤️🐢

(Side note: Name change! @rinksu-no-joo , I can’t believe we’re on the 4th part already! I love working with you 😆!)

Raphael POV:

Raphael stared at her. The panic behind her eyes felt familiar. Her uncomfortable body language like deja vu. It took everything he had not to hold her. Hold her and tell her to let it all out. He wanted her to know that she could be vulnerable with him. He knew how overwhelmed she was. Not really, but he had a sense.

He had felt that that feeling many times. The times when he couldn’t process what he was feeling. The times where his own confusion brought him to anger. Anger at himself on the inside, even though from the outside, it seemed he was mad at the whole world.

Raph frowned, none of his brothers seemed to notice her growing anxiety. In fact, Donnie was frantically dialing up a number on his watch. “I’m gonna call April, maybe she’ll have some clothes that will fit!”

Raph rolled his eyes, but he knew Donnie was right. Besides, maybe it would help if there was if there was another girl for her to talk to. “…April! This is an emergency! Do you happen to have any…um large clothes, like for a big person? Yeah…a leotard?…that will work…What’s this about? Well…um…come to the lair as quick as you can…yeah we need to show um you something…something important…Yeah bye!”

“…Raphael!” His eyes snapped to attention. He hadn’t even realized Splinter was trying to get his attention. “I need you to steady her, make sure she stays covered, and help me bring her to the dojo.”

He nodded, glancing at his three brothers who were huddled together discussing the situation. He was glad Master Splinter chose him and not Leo. It gave him a way to help her, which is what he desperately wanted but didn’t know how or in what way to do so.

She leaned against him. Her shaking was so frantic, one might think she was cold. “That’s it…I got ya…yer gonna be okay…” He tried to find the little light in her eyes, but the tears that streamed down her face had already put it out.

“Leave my son.”

“But I-”

“I said leave!” Reluctantly he left. He knew that Splinter could calm her. After all, how many times had Splinter calmed his storms?

063 POV:

She never thought complete strangers would care so much. Even those who knew her never cared. But his gentle wise voice soothed her fear. Even if it was just for this moment. He cradled her as if she were his own. Technically the turtles weren’t his by blood either, but that didn’t make him any less of a father.

Right now she needed to hear him. And listen, and to follow his advice. “Sweet child I’ll be honest, I cannot begin to imagine how or what you are going through. But I want you to know that our home is your home, if you wish to stay here you will be welcomed…and treated as an equal.”

She nodded leaning further into his nurturing embrace. “Y-Yes…” All she could do was let go. Let go of the pain and pressure inside her heart.

“Good…hold on my dear…I have something for you…” He glided to a small book shelf across the room and brought back a small book.

A symbol and some characters lay on the neatly bound, but throughly used cover. “This is the story of yin and yang…”

She listened intently as he spoke. She knew his lesson would all make sense in time. But for now she absorbed his words. “You my dear are white and black, and I don’t just mean your marbled skin…Your dark past that lie behind and bright future that lie ahead may feel unsteady now, but soon you will find balance…soon there will be harmony…My point is numbers aren’t fit for a lady…Kaina…a name for the one mixed with bad and good…the one who will find peace and tranquility, not only in herself but for those she cares for…you are all that Kaina…”

For a long time she sat in silence with him, processing everything. She had a name. She had a name! She had a name, Kaina…Kaina. Still, something was off. Something didn’t make sense. “But how can you trust me…?”

“I have faith. You should too…find hope dear Kaina…find hope.” He smiled gently leaving her be in the empty space.

Hope…her eyes flitted around the room. Hope…her eyes landed on him…“Hey…uh…sorry to bother ya, but April…a friend of ours is almost here. She has some proper clothes for ya…” His gentle smile contrasted greatly with his hulking body, but for whatever reason hope flickered like a lit match in her heart, desperate to ignite some sort of a fire before burning out…

Raphael POV:

He almost hated himself for disturbing her, she seemed so much calmer than she had been. “I need a few more minutes…is that okay?”

“That’s totally fine, take yer time okay?” Her small, barely noticeable smile filled his heart.

He was worried that she would be scared of him. They were both mutants but maybe he had hurt her when trying to get that damn box open. He pushed his unpleasant thoughts aside, leaving for her peace.

Donnie was greeting April at the lair’s entrance. Filling her in on every precise detail, with big stupid scientific words. He loved his younger brother, he did. But Don needed to realize that not everyone was a genius like him. After clarifying is tongue twister riddle of nonsense, April’s eyes went wide.

“She’s doing somewhat better, but she needs a few minutes to compose her feelings or somethin. But maybe if she talks to another girl she’ll feel better, so maybe you should go in there April…” He knew how good April could be at calming too.

She always acted like a big sister, giving them advice for girls, even though Raph knew in his heart that nobody would ever love him like that. Not only was he a freak of nature, but his brooding personality would never allow someone that close to his fragile heart. But maybe…it was possible now. After all, he felt something with her that he couldn’t quite understand, or even explain or express at the moment.

Kaina POV:

A female mutant just like her! She had too admit it was starting to make her uncomfortable being surrounded by all these guys. They were mutants, but they were still men. She wondered what type of mutant April would be.

Her head snapped up. “…Kaina…Kaina can I come in?” It was April!

“Yes!” She hoped her voice didn’t sound too enthusiastic, but then she realized it didn’t matter she was safe with them, they weren’t going to punish her for her normal and natural functions.

In walked a human. Her heart pounded, her eyes searched for an escape, there was no way out. Her eyes like daggers on the human, the target. Who was she? Before she could be hurt she sprang into action. She tripped her with her tail, slamming her down on the floor. April tried to fight back but Kaina was already on top of her, threatening her and asking her questions.

Raphael POV:

“…Kaina? I like it.” Of course Leo had to kiss Splinter’s ass.

It didn’t matter if he liked it. It wasn’t his fucking name, it only mattered what she thought. Her comfortability came before anyone else’s right now.

A sudden high pitched screams caught him off guard. The boys hurried quickly to the dojo. April was being pinned down. Kaina was crying, muttering curses under her breath. He looked up at his brothers, all of them had their weapons drawn.

“Ow! It burns!”

Kaina had so much fear in her eyes, Raph knew violence wasn’t the answer. He quickly pulled her off of April and as much as she kicked and screamed, as much as her skin seemed to sting his own, he hugged her. Pulling her tight into his embrace, coaxing her. Allowing her tears to fall onto his scaled skin. He held her until she stopped fighting. He held her till her breathing became steady again.

Kaina POV:

Leo bent down lifting the human to her feet. “April are you okay? I never thought she would do this…” April?

April was a human? April was trying to kill her. “…She was trying…to inject…me…with…” His eyes seemed to understand and comfort her.

“These aren’t syringes Kaina, these are sewing needles, Raph gave them to April in case the leotard didn’t quite fit. That’s all.” Donnie reassured her, showing her the small kit.

“April is a good human, she would never ever hurt us.” His gruff voice rolled like water over rocks in a shallow stream. Raphael’s touch felt so warm, so comforting.

“Yeah dude April saved us from Shredder. We could’ve just been experiments like you. But she rescued us and brought us here. Not to mention she keeps us a secret from other humans, except for our other allies.” Mikey nodded at his brothers and April.

“Why don’t we get outta your way and let you get dressed, then you can rest for a while. How’s that sound hmm?” She nodded, she was already getting sleepy from being in his arms.

They left. She told April how sorry she was. And now she reflected on her day as she pulled up the fabric. It felt soft against her sore cramped muscles. A whole lifetime of emotions had spewed out of her in a single day. She was exhausted. She turned around in the mirror admiring the way the little specks of glitter shined and shimmered. Just how the dark black of the fabric consumed any surrounding light, sleep consumed her and she fell asleep…hoping…hoping to wake up for a better tomorrow…

[oh-look-another]

whoops my hand slipped so now instead of starting on my lit project due tomorrow i have to analyse the circe saga <3

okay side note: this might go from a full-on analysis to incoherent rambling so heads up. uh also not in any order, especially not chronological. anyway let’s get this party started!! 

puppeteer

okay first one. wasn’t too sold on this one at first (not like the other ones *cough* wouldn’t you like *cough*) but like?? wow

circe’s voice!!

‘a woman’ ‘what’ 

ody just. brushing eurylochus away he sounds so donelike not done just. tired of life. if yk what i mean. like he doesn’t have beef with eurylochus specifically but like he’s just irritated with the world

the soldiers!! like if i were one of them i would have willingly get turned into a pig by circe (but like, i’m not a guy so idk)

the sounds of waves im not sure if it was actually there or just my imagination but still.

the start of the song echoes the melody of the first part of full speed ahead?? like i was singing it in my head before the words of puppeteer actually sunk in

it sounds so party-ish like i can imagine the vibes no wait i can feel the vibes it’s party vibes. i can imagine the soldiers getting drunk on the wine and lust. i can smell the wine. i can hear the music blasting from the shitty speakers hidden in the corners of the too-crowded room. i’ve never been to a party before. you can probably tell.

what was the thing that eurylochus wanted to say tho?? i’m curious. ppl who read the odyssey, was this interaction mentioned or made-up, and if it did happen, is it relevant to the plot? do we find out what he wanted to tell ody?

why is ody’s voice so deep

very gentle waves-esque music at the start. lulls us into a false sense of security. makes us think the island is safe. it isn’t. we’ve all been fooled by circe’s tricks.

‘there’s only so much more we can endure’ my poor boy this isn’t half of it

alternative take: they are traumatised babies we must protect them with our lives

alternative alternative take: and whose fault was that, ody? hmm? was it perhaps, the fault of a reckless captain who decided to fucking reveal his name-

oh my gods the way he just starts straight-up rapping-

‘we have to go save them’ ‘no we don’t’ well damn eurylochus who hurt you like this that was real quick

ody’s ‘damn’ like sir i know you’re contemplating running to said woman in question he sounds seduced already and he hasn’t even met the witch yet

eurylochus’ ‘okay’ sounds really dejected this probably doesn’t mean anything but that’s the point of an analysis so- 

hey hey hey don’t greet the mysterious voice why are you doing that i thought you guys learnt your mistake(s)!!

oh oh oh her voice is so pretty it’s so good!!

she’s so bold and confident she’s amazing ahhhhh

her revealing her name! this says something like yk ‘names have power’ i can’t remember if it was pjo universe or actual facts but the fact that circe’s so sure of her ability to defend herself and her nymphs she gives away her name to ppl freely

oh so that’s how you pronounce circe (i just assumed it had a silent e)

you’re the only one who stayed outside?? hmm? eurylochus? well at least you learnt something

haha the soldiers sound so happy to be there

i don’t blame them tho they’re super tired they just want and need a safe place to rest 

yeah that’s right don’t fucking underestimate women

uhm circe i don’t thing getting turned into pigs is gonna be the best part of these soldiers lives i think the best part passed before troy

no no no do not trust ppl who offer food did you not learn from the lotus eaters are you complacent who has the brain cell eurylochus give it back to the soldiers they need it more

awww thanks for the support circe <3

i would gladly let circe puppeteer me esp mythological!circe she’s so 

‘and it wasn’t quick’ oh. 

uh is this an inappropriate time to make a joke about furries bc pigs don’t have fur and the soldiers are dying-

‘the world does not tend to forgive’ ok lesson imparted from all-powerful being check

eurylochus hi yes you should have learnt not to abandon your friends uh but i don’t blame him tho poor guy just wants to get home (he never will)

‘but i can hardly sleep now knowing what we have done’ haha ody you’re not gonna like what comes next :3

‘i can still hear her still’ ooooh he’s Traumatised he has ptsd :))

‘i can only hope you’ll do the same’ ody go easy on him

oh circe is really protective of her nymphs

as she rightfully should

oh i’m done

wouldn’t you like

whoo my favourite 

like no offense to the others but hermes!!

his voice is so gravelly wow

his laugh sounds so mischievous fit for a trickster god

‘i must say what a brilliant speech u gave’ this implies that hermes was watching them, or more specifically, odysseus, for at least long enough to hear the conversation. which means that there’s a solid chance that hermes was in it for the gossip and stayed for the drama

there’s a betting pool up on olympus. probably. definitely.

‘you’ll need the blessing of a certain god’ when this gets an adaptation, hermes will probably do like a hair flip or something. it’s in character for him to do that, right? right?

he has an accent but what accent does he have

oh my gods hermes that was such an awful pun i had to laugh

‘hermes?’ okay hear me out ody sounds like a mystified child who can’t believe his eyes (or in this case ears)

the laugh 

he sounds more amused than anything else (he doesn’t really care, not right now, it’ll just be another fun tale to tell at parties)

was that a roar i heard?? a roar?? like the chimera?? 

oh oh oh when he’s describing circe he sounds so fascinated by her (probably me to my irl friends) like he doesn’t care? about the fate of the ppl he’s describing? he’s just? like ‘wow circe can do that isn’t that cool anyway-‘

like idk how to describe it

the emphasis he places on certain words it’s so cool to listen to (i’m running out of synonyms for amazing help)

oooooh the electric/techy feel to the song like ik it was explained in one of the videos that the gods have more electronic feel to their songs but it’s so!! cool!!

‘you can be hurt or you can beat her’ the play on words!! wow!! it’s just-

‘all you need’s imagination’ wow uh. this seems important. but uh.

‘and i call this root: holy moly’ hermes. i hate your puns. i hate them so much.

i am now compelled to explain the pun. damnit.

so basically only the gods can acquire the root. was it blessed by the gods? if it was, add a second layer to the meaning of this and ignore the question :)) and it rhymes!! holy and moly rhyme!! whoo

ody’s ‘ah’ he sounds so done

wait but hermes when he says ‘and i call this root: holy moly’ he sounds so proud of himself oh my gods like no that is not something to be proud of that is so awful ugh

‘hermes. thank you.’ oh? he appreciates his help? like he sounds so grateful wow

‘dont thank me friend you may very well die :))’ this further proves my theory that hermes is only in this for the drama?? okay yeah drama

‘good luck’ see it’s an afterthought. but he thought of ody. huh.

two more to go!!

done for

also was very very excited for this

did not disappoint

the intro is basically *epic fight music*

okay ody sounds like he’s smiling but not like a forced smile it might be genuine? like why would it be genuine? okay yeah it might be because he is confident he’s gonna win the fight. he has a god on his sight. it’s failproof. he has the flower. he doesn’t have to be scared. is this hubris?

‘through the years we seldom get a warm welcome’ okay ody. you were fighting a war. then you intruded into a cyclops’ cave. then you angered poseidon. of course you don’t get a warm welcome what were you expecting?

‘who me? all i did was reveal their true form :))’ u turned them into pigs :/‘ ‘huh.’ their banter wow.

*more epic fight music*

see the nymphs again!! she’s very very protective of them!!

‘i don’t mean to tip your scale’ ody stop lying. you did mean to tip her scale.

‘hermes gave it to you didn’t he’ ‘okay well yes fine but regardless-‘ i love love love the friendly banter between them idk but i think that in another lifetime under better circumstances they would have been really good friends

also implied that hermes has done this before so haha

‘friends i can’t neglect’ see i think this whole verse is the similarities between them see they could have been friends i know it i can feel it in my bones

*even more fight music*

the sword sound skjskjskjskjs

‘you’ve lost’ okay uh i think that was albeit too fast don;t you think so, ody? ody?

‘my nymphs are like my daughters i protect them at all costs’ yes see this is what i’ve been trying to say thanks circe

but the rhythm for this verse is so good it’s so ethereal wow

‘but everyone’s true colours are revealed in acts of lust’ circe. circe no. bad circe. stay away from ody he’s a married man

‘i’m not sure i follow’ oh ody. you poor, innocent child.

okay but his voice was so gravelly tho-

idk i don’t think circe was doing this to feed her own lust. like i don’t think she has feelings for ody or anything like i feel that she was doing exactly what she said and trying to find out what his true colours were so she could decide if she wanted to help him

last one!! not gonna like it a lot ‘cause seduction but hey greet the world with open arms am i right?

there are other ways

oh. this one.

i’m not really comfortable with this because there isn’t any point in seduction why does it exist ew

‘there are other ways of persuasion’ oh really? then show me your chimera i bet it’s cooler than whatever you’re gonna do to ody

‘there are other means of deceit’ this shows that circe is gonna convince ody to cheat on his wife but [spoiler alert] he doesn’t (for now) (i think) like deceit as in he’s deceiting his wife

okay i love the repetition here like ‘there are other…’ blah blah blah like wow. i like it. i don’t get it, but i like it.

‘want to save your men from the fire? show that you’re willing to burn’ woah. vfd core. so like this implies that she and her nymphs were planning on cooking the men-turned-into-pigs?? and also it’s a metaphor!! whoo my lit teacher would be proud of me (but less proud for not doing the project which is actual school work)

‘but there’s no puppet here’ okay so this shows that circe views ody as more powerful and resistant to her (and also her magic bc of the holy moly thingy) and less likely to fall prey to her charms (i would) 

ody doesn’t know if he can manipulate his way out of this problem hah

okay dont kill me for this but i think that the ‘just a man’ references in the song feel a bit forced bc they’re like,,, they don’t fit 

but. i think that like it’s ody trying to break out of the spell? that circe put on him to seduce him or smth like before that he was in sync then he tried to fight off the thingy by like going against the rhythm if yk what i mean

the transition from ‘forgive meeeee’ to ‘i can’t’ is so good aghhh

‘and she’s all my power’ ah this here is a clear piece of evidence that ody is the bottom in the relationship 

‘and let us puppets leave’ oh? he’s like sympathizing with her and like trying to see from her perspective so he can leave more easily

‘poseidon, eh?’ haha mood

oh they’re kinda friends whoo :)

‘i know of a brilliant prophet, problem is this prophet is dead’ *music stops momentarily, transitions to very underworld-y music* 

haha wait that was so funny

who was the prophet tho?

‘wait you’re helping us?’ he sounds so shocked

‘maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more’ this could imply that circe is suicidal?? whoops am i projecting

no but the genius lyrics said that the last few lyrics were sung by the soldiers they sound like theyre under a spell oh my gods imagine pigs singing this haha i think this is just like circe undoing the spell on them tho

whoo done!!

hi remember i’m just a random teen on the internet! no obligation to listen to me and my 10.37 pm rants! 

[polyamorouspunk]

So today I watched a 2 hour video breaking down this chart:

Because like what else are you gonna do when you’re trying to check out of reality BUT I wanted to mention that personally the ones I found most interesting were rooted in the idea of “trade-based societies” but something I realized was… I don’t actually know how that looks in the modern day.

Like. When I think of a “trade-based society” I think of like. Back In The Old Days (like the really old days) or like. The Walking Dead. The Hunger Games. Etc. Isn’t that interesting? That all of it is some form of primitivism in my mind? Either from before technology or in a hypothetical world where a lot of technology is useless/not the same. It’s very hard for me to imagine how this would look in modern day America. It’s easy enough to separate out groups like “the farmers” “the clothing makers” etc. But would there be a whole group for just vacuum cleaners? What are vacuum cleaners lumped into? You know?

Another thing about the mental image I’m presented with is the sheer lack of people in these situations. Trade-based societies trade with groups outside of their own, but in not seen day USA we pretty much all live on top of each other. You can’t really geographically separate people into trade-based groups like you see in The Hunger Games or The Walking Dead or something similar.

It’s worth pointing out that just before watching this video I was reading a post apocalyptic book where the world separates into two main societies, which might be why this mental image is in my head and that’s what I’m drawn to. It’s just interesting how many political ideologies there are and how when you are so used to the system that’s in place it can be VERY hard to realistically replace that image in your mind with a new system.

There’s no overarching lesson or anything here. Just something I noticed while watching the video. I opened up tabs in my phone’s browser on ideologies I found interesting and wanted to look into more, so I’ll probably make a post on those later. If you want to reblog this you can but like really I’m not trying to make any point here I’m just looking at my own biases and being like ‘huh isn’t that interesting’.

[brownsugashawtyyy]

Letters to Nowhere: Cause You Don’t Listen

Dear Precious,

The choices we make in life are ours. The consequences from our actions their ours. I will never fathom looking outside myself to fault another person of choices/actions of my own. But you do. I will never fathom the anger you had towards me when I told you your baby daddy pushed up on me when I was 16. & again when I was 26. Do you really think I would do somethin like that? You knew this man was a piece of shit & yet you cut me off & enjoyed your pretend family but cut off your own. The same family that made sure your kids had clothes on their backs & food in their stomachs. The same family that helped pay your bills monthly cause you couldn’t keep a job due to your mouth & attitude. The same family that let you move back in when in return you couldn’t/wouldn’t get a job, keep a job let alone help out around the house. But had the nerve to be selfish. After we opened our doors to you! & you went back to that man every single time. What a slap in our face. Thinking this time she’s gonna be better. Thinking maybe Precious learnt her lesson this time. No. You never did & still haven’t.

How can mommy support you for years. & the min she can’t help you, you decide she’s not worth your time anymore. You use people. The minute someone can’t do for you or won’t you don’t see them as someone you want in your life. Imagine that. Using ppl. Cutting ppl off & we’re the only reason you haven’t drowned yet.

You hold so much pain & a lot of it is misplaced. You don’t want to listen. You’re so quick to anger. You lack accountability. You’re selfish. You blame ppl for the life you created for yourself. No one can ever tell Precious what she did wrong. All hell breaks loose if you don’t get your way. How childish. You’re 32 but you’re still the same lil girl you always have been.

It’s sad. Pathetic really. To have all these days, nights mins, secs go by & you are still the same person.

I used to be sad, frustrated that we couldn’t even get to the problem. Your idea of fixing the problem is cutting ppl off & isolating yourself. But guess what honey. Those problems are still gonna be there. You’re still gonna be triggered. Isolating yourself is not healing. ESPECIALLY if you refuse to even listen. What introspection are you doing when you never allow someone to give another pov? You will forever live in your hateful skewed world. & you choose that. The only control you have in your life is your children & you think keeping your kids away from the only family they know will make things better. No, you’re only hurting yourself & your kids. Once you cut off everyone who will you have to go to when you need help again?

Imagine blaming someone you got an eviction notice because they didn’t have $200 to help. When they’ve helped you every single month for the last 12yrs. Imagine. It makes no sense.

I’m not gonna hold in my heart my anger & frustration for you & our current relationship. If you cared you’d be a grown woman about it. It’s above me & im washing my hands of you. I’d say take care but idc if you do or not. you’ll receive the life you deserve.

We can’t move forward because you lack introspection. At this point the argument isn’t even with me. The battle is with yourself. Heal yourself. & then maybe we can talk. If you learn to listen.

[cchapsticck]

Hi lovely person! I feel weird sending prompts to writers, I never know if they’re too specific or too vague, or not up the ally of the writer. So no offence taken if these don’t float your boat.

I don’t think there are enough fics that see Eddie wind up in jail, for weeks, while things get sorted out, months if it can’t be waived away, and years if it all goes wrong. I also love the idea of him ending up in Pennhurst. These were grotesque killings, and even if he didn’t plead insanity, could a court potentially commit someone based on the acts committed? Or under enough pressure would Eddie start babbling about floating cheerleaders and psychic serial killers…

There you go, if nothing else it’s nice to talk about ‘what ifs…’!

I have been obsessed with this prompt since you sent it to me, and were it not for the sheer number of naps I took over the last week I'm pretty sure I would have had this posted days after you sent it. I think I went a little off the rails again from the spirit of the prompt but, here it is:

So. Felony Murder is when, quote, when someone is killed in the commission of a dangerous or enumerated crime, and so when Raymond Munson Jr. kills a man by way of vehicular manslaughter in the commission of grand theft auto, he receives a trial by a jury of his peers and receives 25 to life. He learns this particular way of the legal system in these united states at age 12. 

And you know. 

After everything, the thing that did it was a gram of weed in his glove box. 

So that’s. Coming down the pike for him too. Probably. 

Good ol’ dad. Teaching all kinds of lessons even after all these years.

But uh. You talk enough about levitating corpses and spontaneously broken bones when there’s a dead cheerleader in your living room and everyone’s ready to believe you’re a pawn of the Devil himself so like yeah yeah yeah whatever the more level headed people start thinking something’s fuckin’ scrambled about you even when its all true.

But it sounds like it sounds. 

So uh. He doesn’t get bail once he comes to, handcuffed to a hospital bed, but he gets transferred to Pennhurst for protective custody while someone tries to scrape up a public defender who could even be bothered, or the government fabricates evidence to keep their hands clean, or wait on someone to tell him he’s been arraigned or what the fuck ever. No one’s really keen to tell him what the fuck is going on. 

Figures. 

So he’s in police custody in a room with a door that locks from the outside and a new and different hospital bracelet and an ankle monitor that screams when he crosses his threshold unless the orderly is outside the door holding the key turned but he’s not cuffed to anything and the psychiatric doctors come twice a week and ask him about his mood and if he’s still seeing things or seen things before and it always feels like they’re looking for a specific answer. 

But he’s apparently not a danger to himself even if everyone’s fuckin’ sure he’s nuts so they let him have books from the day room - nothing good - paper and the shittiest pens imaginable because he might not be a danger to himself but they still don’t want him stabbing anything or anyone else. So he tries drawing, but all he ever used to draw was demons and monsters and swords and shields and maybe that’s gonna hurt more than help and it sure fuckin’ hurts to think too hard about when he’s seen it all in real life now. And he used to write songs and stories and he’s just not feeling terribly fuckin’ inspired but he starts writing anyway. 

Or he tries. Anyway. 

Because if fiction’s off the table, even if it's non-fiction, what’s he got? Like what does he have to say? Sorry Wayne? I fucked it up for you again? I’ll probably never repay you. Hey Harrington? What the fuck was that, right? How are the bat wounds? What was with all that eye contact? Hey Dad? Been a minute. Thanks for all that car shit I guess it came through in a pinch. How’s that prison food? Guess I’m about to find out for myself.

Like.

Fuck. 

So he tries and it doesn't come easy.

We weren’t friends but. Neither are most of the people I saved the world with and I guess and that’s probably kind of fucked up but I feel like you and I still have something to talk about. Or maybe I just still have something to say to you. I probably have a lot you deserve to hear. But you won’t. Sorry. I thought it was funny that you remembered me. I made it sound like we had some love connection standing around in the gym for the middle school talent show, it wasn't that. Like I think I wanted you to feel bad that you didn't remember it but honestly you just said good luck to me after I said it to you. Literally 4 words. So that was shitty of me. Add it to the list. But it kinda feels like the me you remembered and the me that was gonna sell you ketamine were entirely different people. They might be now. And it was middle school, right? I'm sure you heard all those "Munson went to jail" rumors. Back when they shaved my head after my dad locked up and there was a whole bunch of talk about how those things had to be related. Y'know? 14 year old bullshit. (If you're asking - there were lice at the home, wasn't living with my uncle yet, its a long story. I kind of wish I could have told you. I think you would have let me. I think you would have listened. I think you might have thought it was kind of funny. Its kind of a funny story.) Maybe this is too personal, we weren't close, it was like we just met, but I think I remembered you because you seemed like the kind of girl I was supposed to like. Pretty. Cheerleader. Popular. You know the type. You were the type. Fuck. Sounds like I'm blaming you. I'm not. Promise. Not your fault. Knew it then. Knew it for a long time. Just kinda hoped something could shake it out of me, I guess. Shit would have been a lot easier. I think I didn't so much think you were going to be mean and scary but more what I was gonna try to make you into was scary. I don't know if that makes sense. You were nice though. For real. Not in that bullshit way a lot of kids treat the weird kid. Y'know, that 'be nice to the weird kid until he does something weird you can laugh at' nice to the weird kid. False sense of security to ridicule nice to the weird kid. Got a lot of experience with those kinds of nice. I think I was kind of a jackass. That afternoon. I got pretty used to selling weed to jocks that'll be civil long enough to hand me a 20 before going back to taking a swing at me for looking at their girl wrong or whatever reason they decide they want to take a swing at me for on any particular day. So, I guess I expected one thing and got another and I got you being clearly freaked out and. I think I told myself it was good girl's first drug deal and I figured who cares, doesn't matter to me if you're nervous because I gotta pay my plug back but you uh. Stayed spooked. And I decided I didn't care. I'd put on my clown shoes because you'd pay up, not because I really. Cared if you felt any better. A sale's a sale. And if I'm going to keep being honest? I was kind of just talking shit when I said you should come to The Hideout, like I figured no fuckin' way, a place like that would eat a pretty church girl alive. But you. Didn't seem to hate the idea. Which was surprising. I was learning a lot about uh. Preconceived notions of people. That week. Jocks proving me wrong all over. You didn't ask me to turn it down or change the Iron Maiden in the van when I drove you to Wayne's. Kinda thought you would. Kind of turned it up to be an ass about it. I think I kept it loud so I wouldn't have you notice that you never stopped being that same flavor of scared. I think I need to apologize to you? I fucked up. A lot of shit happened that no one's gonna believe me about, about myself or about you and it all kind of boils down to: I fucked up. And I'm sorry. I don't think I could have changed anything, with what I knew then and what I know now. But I could have given more of a shit, at least. - EAM

Anyway he’s pretty sure it's all incriminating so he ends up eating a couple pieces of paper scribbled on with ball point blue pen, stuffs it whole into his mouth and waits for it to turn to mush and chokes it down. He's pretty sure, a few hours later, its not what's got him feeling sick to his stomach but he'll tell himself it is. 

[geminiamethyst]

Running. Chapter 43: Shelter?

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 42: click HERE

Chapter 44: click HERE

The building that Kaito had seen was some kind of old saw mill. Judging by the tench right outside it, the place was abandoned after the river was rerouted to somewhere else or had been blocked up somewhere. The tent was a mixture of green and brown as nature had taken over and grew wildly. The whole building was still standing but looked like it was going fall apart within a year or so. There were already some smashed windows and a few holes in some of the walls and ceiling. The inside was a little worse. Whoever had the place running didn’t waste time in clearing most of the equipment out, most likely for a new sight. The large buzz saws were missing along with larger tools. There were awes, pick axes and some hooks that were left behind. There was even someone’s discarded lunchbox that was rusted over. There were a few barrels that were sealed up, but the dust covering the labels kept everyone from reading what was in them.

Not the most secure of places, especially with limited weapons that could possibly be used, but it’ll have to do for now. The group of four immediately set work to barricading the place as best they could. Taka started to use his ice powers to block the doors and windows, with Mondo watching his back in case the snake would slither inside unexpectedly. Meanwhile, Kaito was gathering whatever scrap metal he could and would hold them to the roof while Maki would secure the plates with whatever nails she could find. It did little to make them feel safe, but there was nothing that they could do. They didn’t know about what could happen until they formed a proper plan.

“Hopefully this will hold.” Kaito muttered, wiping his brow. Maki didn’t say anything. She just focused on sealing the hole up and making sure that the nails were buried and secured them as tightly as they be. Kaito didn’t like that silence. He had a bad feeling that her mind was on what they had discovered. “You okay?”

“I’ve just got a lot on my mind.” Maki tried to wave off, watching as Kaito started to float down to her. She looked troubled. Don’t intrude too much. Kaito had learned his lesson from last time. Still, he had to try something to make her feel a little better.

“We’ll take that thing down. No way I’m gonna let a reptile get the better of us. We work together, we’ll come out on top.” Kaito smiled confidently, giving Maki a thumbs up. Maki smiled slightly, glad to hear his keen enthusiasm and positive attitude. However, her smile faded as she was consumed with her thoughts again. Kaito gently approached her, but kept his distance, just in case. He kept his tone gentle, and remained as calm as he could. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…how far is that psychopath-” Maki started to raise her voice. She forced herself to stop talking. Kaito waited as she took a deep breath. “I don’t know what else he has done, but he has imprisoned the Limitless that sought protection, lied, murdered and who knows what else! He won’t stop until he gets his hands on me! I can’t be a weapon again! I just can’t!”

With every word said, Maki started to feel more distressed. Her mind went back to those dark days. Those days when she was forced to kill random strangers and was the most dangerous weapon in the world. She shuddered as she remembered her nightmare. How she had snuffed out so many lives, like blowing the flame of a candle. Her hands flew to her hair, pulling at a few strands as she did. Just the thought and reminder of why she was on the run was the worst feeling imaginable. Even while they were far away from the Underground, Maki felt like she was still there. She felt like a rat trapped in a maze that had no exit. She can’t get out! She can’t escape! She was small! She can’t move! She was locked up! Why can’t she just be free?!

“Hey! I’m not going to let him take you.” Kaito suddenly protested, his voice tearing through Maki’s thoughts like a blade. Maki looked up right at him, looking like she was lost in a daze and was just brought back. Kaito carefully placed his hands on her shoulders, being slow so that she could back away if she wanted. He maintained eye contact, making sure that she could see how honest he was being. “Tanken pretty much confirmed what we already know. Orochi wants you to be a weapon. Like Hell I’m going to let that bastard get his fucking hands on you. I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that you’re not a weapon. Not now, not ever.”

Maki could see it. She could see how honest he was being and how determined he was to keep her safe. And she was determined to return the favour. She almost lost Kaito a year ago. She wouldn’t know what to do if it happened again and she truly lost him for good. She needs to protect to him too. As Kaito gently pulled her into a hug, Maki started to make promises to keep Kaito as safe as she could. And with Mondo and Taka with them, their chances were very good. They had a chance. Even if it was a slim one, that was all that they needed to fight.

“We should get back to the other two. See how they’re doing.” Kaito suggested, gently pulling away. A selfish part of Maki wanted him to keep holding her, but they had more pressing matters to focus on. After giving a small nod, Maki wrapped her arms around Kaito’s neck as he held onto her waist. He carefully brought them down to the ground floor from the first floor that Maki had been standing on. Mondo and Taka approached them, with Taka slipping his gloves back on and looking a little tired. “How’s it looking?”

“We’ve done all that we can to barricade this place.” Taka informed, his posture as straight as ever. He seemed extremely confident that they were safe for the time being. “We’ll have to take shifts with keeping watch again.”

That seemed simple enough. After all, the group had been doing it the night before and when they had to sleep outside before they reached Tokyo. They’ve gotten used to it by now in a strange way. They’ll need to keep their guard up now more than ever. The ice that Taka used to reenforce the doors aren’t expected to stay permanent overnight, there was a chance of it melting. And who knows how sturdy the fixtures that Kaito and Maki provided? There were high stakes involved here. Again, this place wasn’t the most ideal forms of shelter, but with extremely limited options, what else can they do?

“Something just occurred to me. Who else was in the Council?” Maki suddenly asked. There was this dread that she was feeling and just needed to get these sudden thoughts out.

“It was myself, Kugutsu, Nightingale, Tanken and Orochi.” Taka immediately stated, suddenly looking as white as a sheet. Just being reminded of their gruesome discovery was almost enough to make him sick again.

“I thought so.” Maki mused, biting her thumb nail out of anxiety. “And we haven’t encountered Kugutsu or Nightingale again after their attacks.” You could hear a pin drop at that moment. Maki’s words sunk in so fast that it was like a freight train had hit the other three. The whole situation felt like it had increased tenfold.

“Are you saying that…they were fucking killed too?!” Mondo started growling as the air around him had started to turn hit. “That son of a bitch! If I get my hands on him, I’ll pound him so hard, that even plastic surgery won’t reconstruct his face!” Kaito wanted to say a snappy “get in line” comment but he didn’t know why he stayed silent. Something didn’t feel right.

“I don’t understand!” Taka suddenly started to shout. He was running his fingers through his hair and his body started to shake. “Why would Orochi kill them?! Why would he kill all of them?! How could it have come to this?!”

“Taka! Bro! Calm down!” Mondo immediately said as he dropped his temper. He started to focus more on calming down the other Limitless.

“You’re going to draw attention to us.” Maki added, stepping towards the two. They really need to be careful with that creature lurking around outside somewhere. As this was going on, Kaito suddenly had an awful, gut wrenching feeling. It combined violently to the bad feeling that he had just a moment ago. There was a change, the presence of something. He didn’t know what it was. All he felt was this silent warning, telling him to look up. And he froze in horror as he did.

“Shit!” He exclaimed in fright.

“What, kid?” Mondo asked, breaking the conversation that the others three were having.

“SNAKE!” Kaito yelled at the top of his lungs.

The others followed his eyes, right into the bright green eyes of Dekuhebi!