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Cockblock - Dean Winchester

Title: Cockblock - Dean Winchester

Words: 4,401 (Long but hope you enjoy)

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Foul language, sexual content. Smut!

SMUT! LAST WARNING... Third-person POV:

"Dean, what are you doing to-" Sam started as he approached his brother, Dean had the hood of Y/N's car up and was tinkering inside. Dean hushed him quickly. Dean looked around the perimeter of Bobby's house in case Y/N had heard. When there was no sign of her Dean sighed with relief. Sam looked at him confused. "Are you messing with Y/N's car?" Sam asked remembering to whisper. Dean chuckled, beginning to once again remove as many bolts as he could and removing the spark plug. Dean smirked triumphantly as he threw the spark plug in the air a small distance and caught it. The grin on his face never faded.

Sam was perplexed by this, he saw no reason Dean would be messing with her car. If anything he should be making her car perfect as Sam knew Dean wanted her. He's never wanted someone so badly. Dean denied that he was in love, and claimed he simply wanted to fuck her but deep down every single one of them except Y/N knew he wanted more than sex. Sam scoffed as he shook his head realising where Dean had found the motivation to mess with her.

"She's going out again isn't she?" Sam asked, leaning against Y/N's car, watching his brother with a smirk. Dean's reaction told him all he needed to. Dean pretended to play it cool, thinking he had hidden his widened eyes but Sam saw it and knew he was right.

"Nope, just playing a prank," Dean shrugged, moving the stand which held the hood up and shutting it just as Sam had moved out of the way. If Sam had been a second later he would have been hit. Dean smirked as he pocketed the spark plug and began gathering his things to take the evidence with him.

"Dean," Sam urged, going ignored by Dean. "You can't just keep messing with her till she wants you," He explained but Dean chuckled.

"That's not what I'm doing," Dean tried but once his eyes landed on Sam he knew he didn't believe him. Dean rolled his eyes making his way back inside the house, as soon as he heard Y/N's music upstairs he knew she was getting ready and he would soon be running out of time to hide the evidence.

***

"Dean!" Y/N angrily shouted from outside. Dean seemed to forget for a second but as soon as he remembered he made a bolt for it. He rushed to the back door away from Y/N's car where she was furious.

"I told you not to mess with her," Sam commented, not looking up from his book before taking a sip of his coffee. Dean rolled his eyes as he opened the back door. He nearly screeched when Y/N was standing in front of him looking furious. She had been smarter than Dean and knew he would try to escape out the back.

She held her hand out to him not saying a word. Breathing heavily as she debated punching him in the face. Dean was like a deer in headlights, not only was she gorgeous but she was also angry which made Dean want her more.

"Y/N, what's up? You look nice," Dean tried playing it cool, wrong move. She smirked evilly as her tongue ran over her teeth, her bright lipstick making her lips even more appealing to Dean.

"You might want to run," Sam commented, still not looking up but hearing her crack her neck which was something she did when she was about to kill a monster. Dean gulped. He hadn't had time to react before she hit his chest with a flat palm, pushing him back a few steps. While he gained his balance she squeezed a pressure point in his shoulder, the pain searing through his body, he winced as his knees gave out and she knelt in front of her, looking up mentally begging she would let go.

"Give me the spark plug," She demanded, pausing after each word, a telltale sign of Y/N's anger. Dean gulped wincing as he tried to fight the pain in his shoulder which seemed to immobilise him.

"I don't have it," He strained, she squeezed a little harder making him exclaim in pain.

"What the bloody hell is-" Bobby announced as he started making his way into the kitchen where the whole thing was going down. He paused as he looked over the sight. Dean was on his knees wincing as he breathed, Y/N holding his shoulder keeping him down. If he had brain cells he would have walked away but he knew from how angry she looked there was a possibility that she would kill him. "Dean, what did you do?" Bobby asked sternly walking further into the room.

When he didn't reply fast enough Y/N squeezed a little harder making him exclaim in pain. "He took her spark plug so she couldn't leave," Sam explained, unfazed by the scene as he had seen it multiple times. Dean was always doing whatever he could to stop her from going out. Dean knew she was too hot to go home alone after drinking in bars, hearing her have sex with men in the next motel room only broke him. She wasn't loud and he couldn't hear much noise from them but enough to know what was happening. He usually only heard the bed springs creaking or the bed frame hitting the wall but it didn't stop him from being jealous of the men she invited inside.

"Dean, give it her back," Bobby sighed not wanting to clean blood off the tiling.

"No," Dean strained.

"No?" It was hardly a question, her tone showing nothing but rage.

"No," Dean repeated looking into her eyes, determined this time. Bobby groaned as he rubbed his forehead sick of the stress of Dean messing with her, he was acting like a little boy on the playground. Dean had tried flirting and she happily flirted back but seemed unfazed by his advances as she had a power about her that made him weak. He would only be able to build up the courage to say one remark before she flirted back and he lost his tongue.

"I have spares downstairs," Bobby explained, sighing as he walked away to go into the basement. Dean groaned as he knew she would be able to leave soon. "Come on, what do you need?" Bobby called up the stairs. Y/N released her hold on Dean enough to let him stand but still present enough that if she even coughed he would be back on the ground. She used his shoulder to guide him down the stairs following Bobby. "Will you let him go now?" He asked Y/N but she didn't react, he had his answer. "Well, lock him in the bunker, you can let him out when you get back," Bobby explained, sighing wanting the whole ordeal to be over.

She smirked evilly as she led him to the Bunker door. "Thanks a lot, Bobby," Dean sarcastically remarked. Y/N stood in the doorway before letting go of Dean. He stepped away from her looking back as he rolled his eyes. She smirked. With a push from Bobby, she was falling forward. Dean caught her so she wouldn't hit the floor as Bobby slammed the door shut locking it.

"Now either kill each other or make up, I'm sick of you's fighting," Bobby exclaimed before shutting the peephole and retreating from the door. Y/N stabilised herself before pushing Dean away from her. She stormed to the door.

"Bobby, let me out!" She shouted but heard nothing back. She slammed her fist into the door a few times. Bobby climbed the stairs before locking the basement door. Sam continued to be unfazed as he heard the ordeal.

"I'm going out," Bobby sighed as he passed Sam in the kitchen.

"I'll come with," Sam commented as he placed his things down, grabbing his jacket on the way out as he followed Bobby. Sam knew if he stayed he wouldn't find any peace or quiet with them locked in the bunker.

Y/n turned around, eyes instantly on Dean. He backed away. "You," She called him out. Still as angry as when he first saw her. She began storming over to him as he hurried around the bed to create an obstacle for her.

"I'm locked in here too," He tried playing innocent.

"I wouldn't be locked in here if it wasn't for you," She shouted, easily stepping onto the bed and closing the distance between them. Dean tried hurrying around again trying to stay away from her but she jumped down in front of him. He backed away as she continued to advance toward him.

"I'll give you the spark plug, calm down," Dean tried but it only made her angrier.

"Calm down?!" She shouted, Dean gulped knowing he had fucked up. "I don't need a spark plug now, I need to get out," Her voice demanded as Dean had mixed emotions. On one hand, he was terrified of what she would do to him, on the other he was incredibly turned on. "I should kill you right here," She explained as Dean's back hit the wall. He gulped knowing he couldn't escape her. "I should kill you for every time you've messed with me. Every time you pretended to accidentally lock us in a motel room, every time you made an excuse for us to stay put and now for messing with my car," She was breathing heavily.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Dean quickly explained holding his hands out in front of him to stop her from moving any closer where she would be able to hit him. "I shouldn't have messed with you, I won't do it again," He tried but she scoffed.

"But you will Dean. You always do. The amount of times you have cockblocked me should be embarrassing for you. What you can't have me so no one else can. Is that it?" Her tone was twisted, her jaw clenching as she waited for his response.

"Yes," Dean confessed. She studied him for a second, her anger never fading. She scoffed before chuckling. She turned away, pacing slightly as she cracked her knuckles.

"You're a stupid son of a bitch," She explained, her tone dark. Dean gulped wondering how she would really react to his confession. She already knew why he did all those things. She knew he was cockblocking her every chance he got but she was too sexually frustrated to put up with it right now. Her sex drive and frustration only got worse with each man she slept with as none of them pleased her the way she needed to be but she kept trying hoping one of them might actually do the job right. She could hand it to them on a silver platter, give them a map of her body and make a dot-to-dot pattern she wanted them to follow and yet none of them tried.

She stopped in her place, her pacing coming to a halt. Dean worried as he figured she had finally come up with a plan to hurt him but she looked at him annoyed rather than angry. He brought his hands out in front of his chest ready to block any attack he could. She rolled her eyes.

"You want to stop me from going out so I'll make you a deal." She began explaining. Dean looked at her apprehensively but was intrigued by the proposition. "If you can satisfy me then I won't go out anymore. I won't sleep with random men and I'll come to you every time I need it," She continued. Dean gulped not caring what the rest of the deal was. Yes. Yes! He thought wanting to instantly start. She slowly approached him. "But, if you're just as bad as them then you stop messing with me and even drive to and from the bars, never leaving the car or complaining, you got it?" She finished, standing arm's length away from Dean as she waited for his response. He pondered it.

If he takes the deal then he gets to sleep with her, if it goes well then he gets to sleep with her multiple times and from the rate of her going out he knew she would want it frequently. But if it didn't go well he would have to look at every man, he'd have to watch her in the back seat as he drove them to her room, he would have to wait in the car knowing what was happening behind her door. He sighed, not sure if he was sure enough in his abilities to please her. He bit his lip still thinking it over.

Y/N rolled her eyes growing impatient. She sighed watching him think wondering if he actually wanted her or if he was just messing with her. She sucked her teeth continuing to wait. Dean finally looked her in the eyes before grabbing her harshly, a hand on the back of her neck and a hand on her hip pulling her to his lips.

Their lips connected in a hungry kiss, their lips quickly finding the rhythm and turning into making out. Her tongue was the first to advance as he opened his mouth allowing her tongue to taste his. Her hands were on the sides of his neck keeping him close. He began walking her backwards towards the bed. She smirked against his lips before he pulled away. Grabbing the top of her dress and harshly pulling it down. Exposing her bra.

His lips soon found hers again, connecting and resuming the rhythm they had previously been doing. He backed her onto the bed, hovering over her, continuing to make out. She began growing impatient for him to take this further. She pulled away.

"Are you going to fuck me or waste my time?" She asked a little annoyed he was taking so long when she needed him now. Dean smirked, moving back in to connect their lips before he pulled his shirt over his head.

Dean pulled the dress straps past Y/N's arms and pulled the dress down her body, admiring her matching white bra and panties as he pulled the dress off her body. He unbuckled his belt and jeans quickly pulling them down and kicking them off once they hit the floor. Now only in underwear, Dean moved back over her, holding his weight on his forearm and hand on her hip. Her arms lay over Dean's shoulders a hand digging nails into his shoulder harshly as they made out. Dean's hand moved from her hip to snake around her back and unclasp her bra with one hand. She was mildly impressed. He yanked at the bra, pulling it from her body as she moved her arms to allow it to be free of her. Dean was quick to reconnect their lips before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck, his lips finding her left nipple as he began to suck and nibble, causing her to moan as her head fell back, finally finding some pleasure she longed for.

Dean's hand trailed down her side and gripped the side of her panties as his hand continued down. She lifted her hips automatically, her panties dragging down her hips, her thighs till they were loose and stripped from her legs. The motion alone was enough to make her weak. Dean seemed to understand where she wanted things fast and where slow. Once her panties were thrown across the room, Dean's fingertips trailed up her leg, and her smooth skin soon ridged with goosebumps from his touch. His hand continued up her leg, going even slower the closer he got to her pulsing vagina. She craved him, she needed him. She has never been so turned on by someone before. She was always left disappointed and even now she knows she will only turn to Dean when she requires satisfaction.

Dean's fingers grazed across her clit, a gasp escaping her lips. Dean smirked, moving from her nipple to reconnect their lips. Y/N was eager to taste his lips, and his tongue again. Her kisses were sloppy as she was desperate for him. Dean smirked as she reacted to her touch, moans escaping her mouth as he played with her clit, he had always thought she was quiet during sex but she was already a moaning mess. Dean attached his lips to her neck, nibbling and making out with her skin causing her to moan more, he found satisfaction in pleasing her. His cock throbbed painfully as he slid his fingers inside of her soaking wet heat. He moaned, imagining it wasn't his fingers but his hard cock inside her. She moaned as his fingers went deeper. He rested his forehead on her shoulder begging himself to calm down as he wanted nothing more than to be inside her. To make her moan louder, maybe even scream.

"You've never moaned like this before," He commented, softly biting her shoulder as she chuckled lightly.

"I've never been touched like this before," She finally escaped through a moan. Dean groaned as he begged to calm down, not knowing how much longer he could resist. Y/N's hand found Dean's cheek, guiding his lips back onto hers. She smirked as she kissed him. "Please, Dean." She whimpered against his lips. He moaned into her mouth as she did, his fingers not stopping as he pumped them in and out of her. She pulled back to look deep into his eyes. "I need you inside me," Her voice breathless as he continued to twist his fingers inside her. Dean smirked as he pulled back, sitting up slightly before she hungrily began stripping him from his boxers.

She gulped, butterflies flying around her ribcage at his size. He was 100% bigger than any man she had been with. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she gawked at him. He smirked as he leaned down, she lay back with him following her. They made out as Dean moved between her legs and smirked as she moaned feeling his tip at her entrance.

"I'm not even inside you yet," He chuckled against her lips. She rolled her eyes playfully. Dean bit his lip as he admired her, a smirk tugging on his lips. He waited, his hips begging for him to move inside her but he resisted. She instantly understood his teasing.

She gave him a bitch face, rolling her eyes again. "De-" She started saying his name but as she did he penetrated her, deep and hard. She screamed the rest of his name. He smirked evilly as he admired her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her back arching up from the bed. He bit his lip, watching as she trembled beneath him. "Mmmm, please," She begged, her eyes finally opening wider to give him puppy dog eyes. He chuckled before connecting their lips.

Dean's breath quivered as he pulled out of her before slamming against her G spot. She practically screamed as he did. Her nails dug into his back as her inside clenched around him. He groaned, wanting nothing more than to do this for the rest of his life. If he died right here inside her he would be happy as he would have died doing something he loves... her.

He chose a slow rhythm, her hips rolling to meet his every time. Her moans were music to his ears. He rested his forehead on her shoulder begging to never forget this. His motivation from her moaning kept him going, the need to satisfy her making his hands tighten as he grabbed her hip. His nails dug into the skin on her hips making her moan rather than wince like he expected. He smirked recognising she likes it rough.

He smirked sitting up and pulling her legs down with him so her hips were against his as he sat back. She smirked as he dragged her down the bed with ease. She feels like a rag doll to him. "You going to take this dick like a good girl," His tone showed his demanding manner. She didn't see the worry in his eyes at how she might react. She nodded quickly as she bit her lip. Dean smirked recognising her submissive behaviour. He smirked as he held her hips in his hands and held her still as he ploughed into her relentlessly. He had her screaming in seconds. He grinned watching her as he felt himself building up.

He pushed into her a final time before gripping her hips tightly and stopping deep inside her. He pulled out quickly as he knew he would cum if he continued. Y/N looked at him disappointed but also concerned. Dean chuckled. "Get on top," He instructed. She grinned as she hurried to move from under him. He bit his lip as he watched her before lying down. She smirked as she straddled him, she sat up and she lowered her hips, pushing him inside her as deep as she could get him. Dean groaned as she took all of him inside her. His head pressed into the pillow behind his head.

She moved her hips, grinding against him feeling him deeper than she's ever felt anyone. She moaned, her head tipping back as she rested a hand on his chest and the other on his thigh behind her. Dean bit his lip as he watched her feel nothing but pleasure. His breath quickened as he watched her moan, her tits bouncing softly as she moved against him. He breathed through his teeth as he felt himself building up just from watching her.

Y/N screamed as she felt Dean deep inside her. His tip rubbed on her G spot with ease. She felt an orgasm nearing and knew the build-up was about to overtake her body. No man has ever been able to make her cum. For years she believed no man ever would and yet Dean seemed to make it seem crazy that he was making it so simple. She stopped momentarily knowing if she continued she would cum, Dean bit his lip recognising this but grabbed her hips and continued to move her.

"Dean, I'll cum," She moaned, her hips automatically rolling with the rhythm he was pulling and pushing her along. Dean smirked as he bit his lip. She moaned.

"Good," He remarked making her even closer. She panted, Dean, watching intently. Admiring her on top of him. "Fuck, Y/N." He grumbled building up as he pushed his hips deeper, her moans turning to screams. His moans turned to grunts as he felt her walls squeezing him.

"Fuck, Dean. Fuck, I'm gonna cum," She exclaimed, nails digging into his thigh as she was almost at her release. Dean smirked, pushing harder into her. Watching every inch of her as she came all over his dick inside her. She screamed, still grinding sloppily as she came. Dean was mesmerised, the only thing pulling him back to reality was the tensing of his penis as he knew he was about to cum. Without thinking he grabbed her hips. Raising her off of his dick as he came between them, mainly landing on his stomach as he grunts. Y/N bit her lip as she watched his face scrunch up as he came. She panted slightly as she watched. Mouth-watering as she watched the cum spurt out of him and fall onto his glistening stomach. She gulped as he resumed breathing at a normal pace. He placed her down so she was sitting high on his thighs. She giggled watching as she saw him happier than she's ever seen him. She could get used to this view. Knowing for a fact she would beg to see it again.

Dean panted looking down at her with a wide smile. She smiled back feeling a little awkward about what they should do now as they are still locked in together and have no way of avoiding the situation. Dean chuckled as he sat up, his hand finding her cheek and pulling her closer reconnecting their lips. Somehow she was surprised by this, figuring the kissing was only for the sex but happily kissed him back. He pulled away grinning widely. He admired her as she blushed slightly, smirking as his green eyes searched her face looking for any signs she regretted her decision. She giggled, noticing worry in his eyes. Pulling him back in to kiss her.

"You're going to be seeing a lot more of me," She giggled against his lips. He smiled, not pulling away for a second.

"Perfect," He added before his tongue slid into her mouth. She moaned softly loving the feeling as he continued to smile.

Dean cleaned himself up with a teatowel he found and water from the old sink. Y/N sat watching his naked body as she admired his back muscles contorting as he moved. She, of course, watched his perky ass as he walked away. He turned back smiling brightly at her, approaching her with a chuckle. He swooped down kissing her as he started moving the blanket and pulled away to help her move under the blanket of the small single bed. He climbed in behind her, spooning her as she rested her head on his arm that was under her and the other rested on her waist. He kissed her shoulder, and she giggled at the sweet gesture.

"I should have taken out your spark plug months ago," He remarked making her laugh.

"You're putting it back in the morning," She retorted but Dean scoffed. "I'm getting contraception that I don't have to worry about so next time I can feel you cum inside me," She explained waiting anxiously for Dean's reply.

"It'll be the first thing I do when we're out of here," He replied, she giggled as she settled in, happy to be sleeping in his arms and not some random guy she found at the bar. He sighed happily, nestling his face closer to her so her scent would engulf him and remind him, even when he was asleep, of the joy he was feeling right now.

They both fell asleep happy and thankful for Bobby locking them in the bunker.

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Hey guys, hope you enjoyed it. Comment if you would like a part 2 for the next morning as I wanted to continue writing but knew it was too long already 😬 Thanks for reading this far.

Part 2

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What do u think Kiran is

How do u think the order sees kiran

*slowly sits up in my chair*

I think Kiran is a very normal person. This is someone you and I have met before. Be that from the other side of grocery store cashier, waiting in the same elevator, or walking by on a crosswalk. Kiran is a civilian from our world trying to roll with the punches of being warped somewhere completely alien. And you can see it in how they conduct themselves.

I always have a lot of fun writing Kiran’s dialogue because their casual modern speech almost feels like a dialect in comparison to the more formal fantasy tone everyone else speaks with. An “ain’t” will never exit Alfonse’s mouth, you know? And there’s a difference in “Do you have gold?” vs “You got gold?” To me, this gives Kiran an air of unfamiliarity to anyone they interact with. Let’s use Grima as an example, because it doesn’t sound like this grammatical change would make much of difference until Kiran has the audacity to hit Grima with a bro mid sentence. But that’s just how they talk. And as sweet and friendly as they are, there’s always moments like that to remind that no one has the cultural context to fully understand Kiran. Except for the audience, who can realize that Kiran let the customer service voice drop to talk to Grima like he’s an actual person.

And that’s just about how they talk! This view is only emphasized by every other thing about them! They’re a lovable goof, which is normal chill person behavior in the audience’s eyes but feels REALLY ODD to the characters of FE’s medieval fantasy war setting. There is this air of unknown about them that the more socially perceptive will pick up on and will try to come to a conclusion about. Example, I imagine Soren would interpret a lot of this as a dangerous and deeply annoying lack of intelligence from someone he has the displeasure of sharing a tactics table with. Or looping back to the Grima example, he would totally think Kiran has greedy ulterior motives behind that pleasant facade. It takes a lot of work for those types to realize that the discrepancy present isn’t really any of those things. But I also wouldn’t be too surprised if Kiran doesn’t try to directly prove any of those assumptions wrong unless they have to.

Why? Well now it’s time for the implications! Oh how we love the implications.

Because the Summoner is a different story. No one has any fucking clue what that is.

I can tell you what Kiran has pieced together so far. Summoning people from across time and space is apparently not easy. It’s not some school of magical study that some mage could pull off with enough time and research. Trust, Eitri tried. It’s a lot of complex moving parts. For example, the contracts. The contracts Kiran automatically binds their summoned to don’t even compare to the ones Veronica used in book 1. They are far more intense and infinitely harder to break. The only way out of them is if Kiran wills it so. Not even death is an option, because Kiran can come in for the revive. If they had to guess, it’s an older, more completed version of the art. Something lost to time. But no matter the case, Kiran has the ability to take full control of whoever they manage to summon. From a lowly farmer to the divine. And their power only grows.

In a similar vein, if there was any character to canonically see the hud, I think it would be Kiran. It’s genuinely part of their power set. I have previously described Kiran as the party mage until Veronica shows up to be the actual mage, but it would be way more accurate to call them a mystic/seer. They see the map, everyone’s stats, and is doing a fast amount of math to give the combat forecast. Then, upon processing all this information their enemies couldn’t dream of having at their disposal, Kiran can telepathically communicate any change in plans to anyone under contract. Kiran is not inherently some great tactician the moment they touch ground in Askr; they simply can do things no one else can. They’re learning the actual tactics part on the fly. This makes them simultaneously the largest ace up the Order’s sleeve and potentially its biggest liability. If they fall, it could cause a whole system cascade. By that same token, some of the biggest threats the Order has faced are the ones who do their research and rightfully target Kiran.

Now. Thinking critically about all that. That’s downright terrifying. A ridiculous amount of power has been dropped callously into Kiran’s lap and they have to work extremely hard to be moral with it. It’s terrifyingly easy not to be. It would actively take less effort to ‘take the reins’ as it were. But in order to be able to sleep at night ever again, they go the extra mile to not invalidate the will of their summoned. To take over like that. To make a colony of worker bees out of people. Because oh dear god they just summoned a child and the fact that they could easily force them to fight and die for them, only to be revived and do it all over again, is HAUNTING. No. No the Order has an in house orphanage now. This kid is getting adopted and cared for god damnit or Kiran might just pop a blood vessel. And sure that child is going to be a child and there will never be a world where they get along with everyone else, but that’s just going to need be a problem they address when they get there and not an excuse to use Hubris; the power set. Now replace the word child with everyone they ever summoned and you have the wider philosophy they apply to the entire Order.

They’re hyper aware of the power imbalance. They hate it with every bone in their body. They work really hard to correct it in whatever way they can.

So Kiran might not jump on the opportunity to correct those who think lesser of them. It’s… oddly comforting to know someone is keeping a critical eye on them. Holding them accountable. Especially since so much of the order just thinks of them as this quirky yet well meaning host. And, really, what can they even do about that? They have gone over the contract with every hero they summon and despite that they still choose to stay. So, what, do they try to inspire more mistrust? The problem with that they would have to actually do acts that intentionally inspire mistrust. And even if that was successful they can’t just waste the extra man power because every other month there’s some new divine asshole who wants them all dead. And if they fail that means they have to start their life from square one and god they can’t do that again so—

Just breathe Kiran.

It’s fine. You’re fine. Just breathe.

You have work to do.

[alonelystargazer]

I recently saw a tweet that said Choso would hate Todo and they would never be friends and it made me want to punch a wall.

Rant (?) below

In defense of Todo (once again)

I think Choso would be grateful to Todo for being a good teacher and friend to Yuuji. He pushed him in battle during the Goodwill Event and that made Yuuji achieve Black Flash for the first time, and not just once, but four times. He was there for moral support when Yuuji was at his lowest after seeing Nanami die and Nobara heavily injured (though at the time Yuuji didn't know if Nobara had survived or not), and Todo encouraged him to get up and keep fighting for their honor. He was there for Yuuji after Choso died and played his final in helping him to defeat Sukuna (I already talked about the negative response from some Choso fans that this seemed like Todo was a replacement for Choso).

Basically, Todo was there for Yuuji when he needed a friend to keep him motivated and to not give up the fight so easily. Yuuji would have fallen deep into despair and not want to keep fighting because he just saw two people who are important to him die (or injured in Nobara's case). At that point, he also didn't know about Megumi's whereabouts, and with Gojo sealed, who else did Yuuji have left that he was really close to except for Todo?

"Todo just wants to replace Choso as Yuuji's brother!"

"It should've been Todo who died instead of Choso!"

Not to be mean, but that sounds fucking ridiculous. Todo was never meant to replace Choso as Yuuji's actual blood brother. Todo calls him 'brother' the way any close guy friends call each other 'bros' or 'brothers'. Besides, Yuuji knew Todo way before he knew Choso, so how would it be possible for him to be a replacement?

And on that second complaint: do you not understand storytelling? Choso served his purpose in the story, to be another guide/mentor for Yuuji, and it gave Choso a second chance at being an older brother. That's his identity, to be the older brother that makes mistakes and takes on all the burden so that his younger brothers can either follow his example or learn from his mistakes.

Choso didn't just want what's best for his brothers, he wanted them to surpass him, for them to be better than he ever could be. And that's what he wanted for Yuuji too. He did the best he could in teaching Yuuji about Blood Manipulation, but he even acknowledged that he wasn't the best teacher because his CT came naturally to him, so explaining it to Yuuji was difficult. And yet, Yuuji did learn how to use Blood Manipulation really well.

If Choso and Todo ever met, Choso would probably say that Todo was a better teacher for Yuuji because his method of teaching was something Yuuji could understand. And because he wanted Yuuji to do his best, seeing how much Todo encouraged him and motivated him to keep fighting through difficult times, Choso would be thankful for it. Even if it wasn't him who could teach Yuuji the best, seeing Yuuji improve his skills would be enough to keep him happy because he just wanted his little brother to succeed.

On a final note, there would be no real reason for Choso to be jealous of Todo in any way. I think he would be a little skeptical of him at first, and probably a little annoyed, but once he sees just how helpful he's been to Yuuji, he would probably accept him as a friend too, or at least an ally.

Both Choso and Todo are important people to Yuuji, and in a hypothetical situation where that could all meet, he would be upset to know that one didn't like the other, or that they both hated each other.

Anyway, if you made it all the way through thanks for reading this lol.

[1v6]

Must've Been the Wind - 2/3

All characters belong to @tthevoic3s— this is written with full consent and support on his part. It is very spoiler-heavy as this work is written with the full intention of integrating it into the main plot, but takes place many, many future chapters later.

Full story under a break to prevent accidental spoiling.

“Don’t take risks.”

Maya had a confession: She would rather take the jail cell than being trapped in a meat prison any time.

The main reason was because the jail cell had a surprisingly comfortable bed waiting for her, whenever she was thrown in. This hand was a lot softer and warmer than the bed. Not to her preference though. The grip on her was a little too tight for her comfort, squeezing into Maya’s ribs— not enough to break them, just tight enough that Maya found herself struggling a little for her body to get the oxygen it needed. The warmth seeping from the giant, combined with the dampness on the large hand almost got Maya to believe she was in some kind of tropical rainforest in Borneo.

Her hands were pinned by the stupid motherfucking Other Large Hand. Grabbing weapons to stab didn’t seem like an option then. Struggling is out of the point, too.

That leaves…biting.

The two giants’ voices were still talking, one showing hints of concern over the other. Still distracted.

Maya bit the fuck out of her jailer.

It was very much unfortunate that instead of releasing Maya and regaining her freedom (unlike Andrew), the grip chose to tighten itself even further, almost making Maya scream at her captor out of terror that she’d might just pop from the sheer strength of it.

It would be better to stay silent and observe her captor’s motives— Until the right time came to destroy her captor into bits and pieces, obviously. Waiting for a good time to strike is not the same as a retreat or a surrender.

And so Maya waited.

It took forever, but Maya finally hatched from her hand cocoon after who knew how long. Too bad she wasn’t a butterfly yet. The wings would have helped her when she was dropped, gently, but still with accidental clumsiness from her mysterious captor.

Finally, the sweet taste of freedom! What America stood for! Democracy! Free speech! Guns! Violence!

Maya used her newfound liberty to punch her captor’s finger.

Her captor simply giggled softly, and the finger she punched moved over to give her…a pat on the head? Does she think Maya is a child— or worse, a pet? It was exactly times like this where Maya wanted to ignore what her dad had told her about giants and unleash her ungodly wrath.

Her finger slowly moved from Maya’s head to her chin, and delicately tilted it up towards her own smiling visage, with shining dark curls framing her face.

Oh fuck, she’s beautiful. Instant smash… wait. How would that even wor-

Her lips moved, whispering to Maya in her language, but Maya caught none of it except mentions of Eira…

“...Sorry, what? I wasn’t listening.”

“Eira sent me. The study is that way,” she pointed at the stupidly tall wall, which turned out to be a door that Maya totally noticed at some point in time when she was set down.

“...Okay, cool,” was Maya’s most creative reply. Eira mentioned, safety and trust confirmed. Actually, wait no, she has questions.

“Who are you?” was her first.

“I’m Nayeda,” answered Nayeda.

“No, I mean,” Maya mentally facepalmed, though she will never know whether it was for Nayeda’s answer or the way she worded her question, “What is your relationship with Eira?” Your mom.

“I-I work for Eira! Nothing else!” 

Maya watched as Nayeda’s cheeks turned as red as Maya’s hair. Then she watched as Nayeda started twirling a lock of her hair, no longer making eye contact with Maya anymore. And Andrew is my boyfriend so I totally believe you. 

Then Maya realised that she forgot to reply to Nayeda’s reply. Whoops. Though it was too late to respond, she would look stupid if she gave one now. The pair did absolutely nothing for the next few seconds or so. 

Suddenly a female voice called out,  breaking the small awkward silence and rescuing the both of them from death by accidental awkwardness. “Nayeda! I need help here!” causing Nayeda to jump a little, not expecting someone to summon her.

“Alright, I’ll be right there!” Nayeda shouted back with a volume that could have been amplified by several speakers in a concert.

Then Nayeda turned towards Maya. “Sorry. Maya, was it?” she continued, “I have to leave now, but I wish you good luck.”

Maya watched as the large silhouette became smaller and smaller as it went further away from her, disappearing from sight when she turned around and went behind a corner. Annoyed that Maya didn’t get to ask all her questions yet— she would have to ask Eira later— she too turned around and faced yet another large door, though this time, it was shut.

How very grateful Maya was to know that this door was precisely not made for humans, seeing the gap between the door and the floor, enough for a little puny human to sneak under if they just shuffled around and did the worm. Again, it was just that easy. Even if the method to get in was fucking stupid.

Compared to how vast the hallways and the corridors of the mansion Maya had seen so far, the study looked small in comparison.

Most of the shelves were stuffed with books in leather bindings. Who knew what they were about, but they should be nothing of importance, other than just fancy decorative distractions for Maya. Maybe it would serve a good spot for hiding when she needed it later.

Navigating the floor was like walking through the streets of New York, if the buildings were replaced with stacks upon stacks of books, papers, and various other manuscripts piled high like tall buildings. It wasn’t exactly messy…simply cluttered.

Above, a grand chandelier hung on the ceiling directly above a polished desk, refracting the sun’s rays like some overpriced disco ball, with flickers of light landing on the walls, the books, the floor, the table where the stuff she needed probably was…

This room was great for hide and seek as a human. 

Though that can wait until later.

The fun starts here.

Apparently, climbing one shopping mall sized desk is a lot easier than climbing ten steps of stupid motherfucking stairs, because it felt like it took almost no time at all to reach the top. Or was it because this part was fun that it felt faster? Who knows. Panting, Maya sat for a while to catch her breath.

Her eyes didn’t do much physical work on the other hand, so they got to dart around the study, looking for whatever was necessary for her mission…and her survival, if it comes to it. The smaller stack of papers screamed main character energy with the way it was placed beautifully at the centre of the desk, like telling Maya, “Hey! It’s me, I’m the thing you were looking for!”

It was probably the thing she was looking for. She was done horsing around anyway, someone might come in if she keeps doing jack. Without a sound, her quick feet got her to the paper’s edge.

Yay. It was the thing she was looking for.

How very convenient.

She spent the next few hours reading and photographing the documents. She’d choose to bring it back, if it wasn’t impractical to bring home comically large pieces of papers. Oh well, she would have to deal with what she can.

The light from the windows made the study glow a rich orange by the time she was nearly done scouring through these annoying ass papers. Personally she had a few things to say in regards to Andrew’s imprisonment, and really, the more she read, the more pissed she felt. There were just lots and lots of absurd excuses to jail him— how could they assume that Andrew, a man who would not even hunt to survive, a vege-fucking-tarian, would conspire with motherfucking Scott?! He would first choose to die than kill a human! Okay, maybe he might think of killing Scott, but at this point, he’s probably lost enough humanity to not be seen as one. Still—!

—Thud. A footstep, heavier than the maid’s, sounded close to the door. She would have five steps before he enters and catches her.

Shit. He’s already back? I’m not done yet!

Thud.

The chandelier was the best place to hide, but Maya didn’t have enough strength to throw her grappling hook this vertically high. Not her fault she’s vertically challenged in this world of giants. Her next option was the bookshelves. She could hide under it, but she had something else to do that requires being in a high spot to execute. Preferably, the chandelier. She would have to settle for going as high up as she could throw, and reach the top of the shelf this way.

Thud.

No time to lose. She aimed for the highest shelf and threw it as hard as she could.

THUD.

Clink!

It hit the highest shelf, as she hoped, and swung towards the other end.

THUD.

She scrambled up the ropes as fast as her strength and speed could carry her.

The doorknob turned.

Maya reached the top shelf and pulled up her climbing ropes, sweating from the challenge. She peeked from her temporary sanctuary, wondering if it was him that entered.

The door opened, and a tall, dark giant in lavish red robes walked in with grace and poise. Prim and proper. Like a princess, though the giant was clearly a man. Yep, that’s him alright. The princessy bitch who knew how to do absolutely nothing but blame everything on his actually capable sister.

A very annoying situation was thrust upon Maya the same way a grappling hook was thrust onto a giant staircase. On one hand, Maya could…retreat. She already had gotten most of the information, and that was already more than enough to help Andrew. Even if it didn’t, there are other ways of dealing with it, so this was simply a theatrical show to rightfully bust him out, because god forbid he walk out of a jail illegally. 

Plus, although the dark helped with the stealth, fighting her way through a forest was kind of annoying. Maya definitely preferred the adrenaline of being against another sapient being that has statistically higher chances of winning. After all, where’s the fun in gambling if there’s no chance of losing? Also using weapons on giants is admittedly, kind of funny— at least against Ra’ei. The average giant mind cannot comprehend weapons smaller than their finger being capable of annihilating them.

But ew, retreats are boring loser tactics only a coward like Scooter Pigs (Scott Higgs) would use. Real men…die like real men or something, whatever. We only live once and we only die once so if Maya’s going out she’s gonna go out with a big BANG for sure. Not that she would lose. Losing is for losers.

If she would not retreat, then the other option is to fuck this man’s life up.

Her plan? Burn the fucking place down. If she can’t have the papers, then no one else can. They can rewrite them all they want, but the pain of trying to remember content as much as a stack of papers that reached Maya’s waist brings her joy. Schadenfreude, her favourite emotion.

Ra’ei is not being very cooperative to her plans right now, though. He easily stepped over the stacks of very flammable books and papers on the ground, and made his way to the easily flammable table containing highly flammable papers with a fraction of the time Maya used to do the same. It made her jealous, though also, she was very grateful that Scooter Pigs wasn’t the one with this size and strength, and god chose to waste this privilege on this fucker.

Anyway— Ra’ei being at the desk is bad. If Maya wanted to set that part specifically on fire, he could figure out where she was hiding from the trajectory of the molotov cocktail she would be throwing. He could be stupid enough to not, but idiot or genius, she would not be able to overpower a giant in raw strength.

Luckily, Maya loved slingshots. So much, in fact, she always keeps one in her backpack, which also includes many other dangerous weapons a normal person should not carry. This includes, but not limited to: grenades, and molotov cocktails.

Grenades seemed like the better choice for a distraction. 

When Ra’ei heard the earsplitting sound of thunder, he looked up from his desk to see…part of his study in flames, angry shades of orange and red dancing in the room, on his possessions, taunting him.

And when Maya saw the rising flames feasting on precious wood and paper, she heard a scream so high pitched she wouldn’t believe it came from a giant man even if she looked Ra’ei in the eyes.

[anunfortunatekinlist]

Some Disabled Remus Drabble

honestly this is me adding my two cents in on disabled remus writing as someone who uses a mobility aid and needed a good rant tbh. but this is almost from my perspective so imma be protective over this like a mother.

Remus was apprehensive at first, well of course, he would willing be drawing attention to himself, but as the days draw longer and more painful, and after Sirius constant nagging, he caves and finally uses his cane more often.

It honestly feels ridiculous at first, like he is faking a problem, showing off almost, cause he can walk on his own most days, “Why the fuck do I need this shitty thing anyway”, he would constantly mutter. In reality, the cane wasn’t shitty, or displeasing to the eye at all, it was almost ornate, intricate wooden carvings etched into a lovely oak stick, handle carved into a shape to relieve pressure off of us ever aching wrists. The only thing he could complain about was the attention.

Some people’s curiosity was out of kindness, as the cane was proof of Remus’s incapability, but it would get annoying to be asked “How he was?” or “What happened?”, about 8 times at breakfast whilst he was trying to eat some toast. It was a show of his fragility, how he wasn’t fully working, almost not human, something people needed to dodge, treat with caution. Remus couldn’t just tell them all to fuck off, as Sirius eloquently suggested, as it felt rude, even though their “concern”, was a mask for a fiendish need for more gossip.

The stares were worse though, as people only saw older people with canes, not a lanky 17 year old, known for causing pranks and having above average spell work, it didn’t make sense. It was like they were too stunned to speak, to curious to look away, and too polite to laugh, the stares almost made him give up entirely on the idea, that he could power through the agony to just be normal again, not like Sirius wouldn’t catch him if fell anyway.

Sirius would be almost angry at this idea, didn’t see the point in him hurting himself to please others eyes, “I’ll fucking punch anyone who says anything.”, he would promise, and Remus knew he intended to keep that promise, and that motivated him slightly, his boyfriend, and his mates, would always protect him front the rumour, however outlandish, except the occasion, “I heard he was scratched by a werewolf in the Forbidden Forest.” mutters, as it never failed to make them laugh at the accuracy and the idiocracy of the gossip. The safety of the laugh with his friends made him almost feel normal, and not a freak of natural, or a fragile package.

And all Remus really wanted was to feel normal and not in pain.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Sorry to bother you but that anon question (the one about CI Lexa being "the little spoon" of cuddles and more) made me wonder about Clarke. I really appreciated your answer about Lexa, it's really interesting especially for her character's psychology but what about Clarke? She is not dumb, even though it is a recurring joke between the two, she is not. Maybe she is emotionally dumb (in an affectionate way, CI Clarke is one of my favourite Clarke's of yours so only love for her) but she is sharp and clever when she wants (😂😂) so I suppose she knows she has this "power" - whether it's given by Lexa or not - and I suppose that at some point, maybe when they're already married (so with a few years behind their backs and out in public), Lexa will talk with Clarke about what does this mean to her, what does it mean to give this particular "power" away to Clarke. So Clarke has to know how important it is to not fuck this up, to not betray it. And I can't stop thinking about how much this power can create a need to protect her wife, to be fair and good to her, because even though they bicker and banter, they know how much the other suffered and they know how much this relationship means. So (I swear I really have a question 😂) my question is: is there a moment where, even though this power is not used in public, except for maybe some holding hands or an arm around Lexa's waist, Clarke uses it to protect Lexa? Because I know Lexa knows how to protect herself, especially against people that don't really know where to draw a line with her, but is there a moment where Clarke is like:"You know what babe? Let me punch this fool in his face for you just for fun, I know you can do it by yourself and I know people expect you to do it, but I'm gonna do it because I'm your wife and I need people to know that I will kill them for you." Something like that, I may have lost my train of thoughts but something like that. I don't know, I can totally see Clarke being scold at home for such a big reaction but then being kissed because of it. CI Clexa (in some ways) remind me of canon Clexa:"Yes, you may be the Heda, but I'll try to kill Nia because she pissed you off."

That last line, right there. That's their dynamic at its very fundamental core.

The thing is, most people don't fully realize the extent to which Lexa allows Clarke to be in control because she is someone who carries and conducts herself with so much poise and power. From an outside perspective it would look more often than not as tho Lexa is just this "I don't need no bitch, I run this shit" woman, and unapologetically so.

But they don't know her the way Clarke does and they certainly don't understand their dynamic. They don't understand that while, yes, Lexa is an extraordinarily strong and self sufficient woman, there will always be that little girl in a black dress and braids, standing next to her dad's casket thinking, "I'm alone now." They don't know that while, yes, Lexa is a Grade A heinous bitch who enjoys manipulation and toying with others, a part of her will always be that little girl who had to teach herself how to survive in a cold and unloving home. Who taught herself that there wasn't anyone else there to really look out for her without a selfish motive driving their actions. Who told herself that it was ok that there was no bigger bed to crawl into at night when she needed protecting from the monsters in her closet.

But when Clarke looks at her wife, she sees that. She sees her exactly as she is. Powerful and conniving and manipulative and hedonistic, but she also sees that scared little version of Lexa as well.

And the urge protect every iteration of this woman makes. Clarke. Go feral.

It's just like the moment when Hellen slapped Lexa. Clarke was this 🤏 close to beating the shit out of her. Lexa knew without a doubt if she hadn't stepped in, Clarke would have closed fist punched her mother repeatedly without question. Clarke maybe 80% bark and biting words - her weapon of choice has always been her words and malicious intellect - but when push comes to literal shove, Clarke fights dirty. She's a brawler. She's not interested in fair fights, she's interested in what will make her win.

That being said, she's also learned a lot from Lexa over the years in the sense that the best course of action is to simply ruin their entire life. Physical fighting is so messy. Half the time you come out looking like a degenerate and taking a knock to your reputation anyway. Hence part of Clarke's less than steller reputation before they were together 😬

So rather than physically fight more, she becomes more nefarious. More of a malignant entity in the life of whoever manages to get themselves in her crosshairs.

Someone in their social circle begins whispering little unsavory rumors about her wife? Clarke will make sure their spouse just so happens to catch wind of their own little dalliances over brunch. A board member challenges Lexa's competence at the helm? Clarke will systematically burn every personal bridge they have within the company until they're voted out. You flirt with her wife beyond what Lexa's comfortable with? She'll pay an escort to seduce yours instead. She'll even pay extra just have them fuck the little Mx. right in your bed (with pictures 🙂). You try and make Lexa look foolish among your peers? Don't be surpised if you're getting pulled over with glove box filled coke. Whether you're into it or not...

She will literally smile in your face while driving a knife square into your back.

The woman has very little conscience and a protective streak a mile wild. While she had her fun punching a few handsy bystanders in her youth, dating and then being married to someone like Lexa for years has had so many delicious advantages, one of which was learning the fine art of subterfuge.

And while Lexa may be the master, it turns her on like crazy when she's surpassed by her very sexy student 😏

[loominggaia]

I just want to talk about some ideas for Wretch because I love that lil bacon strip.

LG SPOILERS under the cut:

I've already talked a lot about Lily and Zov and their personal growth at the Karenzan temple. Now I want to talk about Buddy (Wretch) because they also go through a lot of character development in this arc.

Buddy develops a close sibling-like relationship with Lily and Zov. Lily and Zov are very protective and supportive of them, but Buddy ultimately sees Patience as their highest authority figure.

That's the thing about Buddy...they automatically seek a subordinate role, and they feel totally lost when they have no one to answer to. They have known nothing but pain and enslavement for their entire life, first to Splitter and then to Goryx. They get a weird sort of comfort from being abused and ordered around like a slave, because that's nostalgic to them. It's all they know.

Likewise, Lily finds twisted comfort in being yelled at and smacked around by the people she loves, because in her mind it means they love her back. Pain = love, that's what the Dusks taught her.

And Dorzlaf taught Zov that he is only worthy of love when he "wins". Love is not unconditional to Zov, it's something he believes he must earn by completing tasks, and failing/losing means he is worthless.

Buddy has a similar complex. If they are not serving someone, then they are without purpose and in danger of being disposed of. Goryx made this very clear in Agony Awakens:

'...This infuriated Goryx. He stormed over to [Wretch] and snatched them by their skinny throat, growling, “You dare disobey me? Your obedience is your only saving grace, you little worm! Take that away and what else are you good for? You’re weak–” He struck Wretch across the face with his other hand. “You’re stupid–” He struck them again. “You’re an assault to the eyes–” He struck them a third time. “And now you’ve decided to be headstrong too? The bloody gall of you! It makes me sick!” He threw Wretch to the ground and delivered a swift kick to their belly. A muffled grunt escaped the little creature as they doubled over, shielding their head with their misshapen hands as Goryx yelled at them, gesticulating wildly, “Your only purpose in life was to deliver that staff to Disgrace, and that was fulfilled ages ago! That I’ve allowed you to serve me since then has been a sheer act of mercy, and this is how you thank me for it? You’re lucky I haven’t shoved you back in an agony cradle to squeeze some actual fucking use out of you!” '

Buddy sees themself as the lowliest of creatures, unworthy of love or even praise. They expect nothing but scoldings and beatings for their loyalty. So what's their motivation to serve others? They fear they will be thrown back into the agony cradle if they don't. That's it. Being "useful" keeps them out of the cradle.

Buddy's pain tolerance is through the roof. Go ahead and beat them, they'll spring right back up. Break their legs, they'll just crawl and continue to serve. They literally roll with the punches, because there's nothing a person can do to cause them more pain than the mind-shattering, cosmic-level agony that the cradle subjects them to. It's a magical and unique kind of pain which is limitless. It just ramps up endlessly.

Buddy will do literally anything to avoid the agony cradle, so they follow anyone they perceive as an authority and compulsively assist them any way they can.

In future stories, Buddy is always right on Patience's heels like they were with Goryx. Except unlike Goryx, Patience isn't a nasty, bossy, slave driver; she treats Buddy like her beloved child. Yes, she mentors them and gives them daily chores. But she also gives them plenty of leisure time, encourages them to play and learn things on their own, to have fun and enjoy life.

Buddy struggles with this at first. It confuses and upsets them, they panic because they don't know how to have fun or enjoy anything. They don't know how to react to praise or affection. They are only comfortable when they're being ordered around and serving others. Blind servitude is the devil they know.

Patience aims to correct this. She teaches Buddy sign language, how to read and write, and all about proper social conduct and consent. She is giving them tools to be independent so that they don't feel so helpless when they're alone and idle. She teaches them that it's okay to want things, to do things just for themselves and no one else. It's even okay to do nothing at all! Buddy learns that they don't have to answer to anyone, and that it's always okay to say no.

Most importantly, they learn that love is real. The Crescent Cult teaches that love is a lie, so this changes everything for them. Buddy becomes loved by many, especially Patience, Lily, and Zov.

Strangers tend to be cruel to Buddy because they associate wretches with the Cult, or they mistake Buddy for a zombie. Oftentimes they're just mean because Buddy has a disfigured appearance. Buddy mitigates this bullying by wearing a niqab-like garment in public and traveling with a chaperone, usually Patience. Only drunken fools bully them in her presence because people generally fear/respect minervae.

Because of this, Buddy spends most of their time at the temple where they know it's safe and everyone loves them. They never really lose that compulsive need to be useful, but they transform it into a good work ethic and enthusiasm for life. They are loved and praised for it. Their biggest weakness becomes their strength.

Buddy's twisted condition causes them to move slowly and clumsily. They fall, drop things, and knock stuff over a lot. But unlike the Crescent Cult, the Order of Love and Light never punishes them for mistakes. They are only praised for their efforts. This takes them a while to get used to.

People vastly underestimate what Buddy is capable of, even Patience at times. Their frail appearance is deceiving; they are not very strong but they are incredibly tough. Their emotional resilience is unmatched. Their intelligence is lower than the average person, but they are also far more observant. All that time laying in their agony cradle, desperate for mental stimulus, has made them hyper aware of every little thing around them. They notice details that others miss.

Buddy goes through just as much growth as their fellow students, and in this house we stan this little legend. 👑

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Lord of Chaos new reader thoughts: Chapters 6-10

Chapter 6: Threads Woven of Shadow

oh this was a juicy chapter. I'm interested in the relationships between the Forsaken and I'm enjoying all the information we're getting about their backstories, motivations and current plans. Sammael and Graendal working together and having been allies for a long time... I feel like your relationships after 3000 years are all going to be batshit. in my mind the Forsaken are the most fucked-up polycule of all time. like the Lyctors from The Locked Tomb but honestly the Forsaken probably won't be as interesting.

Semirhage: what theeeee fuck. I listened to this part while I was getting coffee on my lunch break and by the end of it my eyes were SO wide. first of all her whole backstory was like "I liked torturing people for fun at my doctor job but everyone else didn't want me to do that :( but I literally deserved it because I am so smart and they're so out of pocket for not letting me :(" GIRL??? and then torturing the Aes Sedai and her Warder. ow ow ow ow. this was my favorite chapter yet but it did fuck me up lol.

Chapter 7: A Matter of Thought

Elaida's stole has no blue stripe... the SHADE!! and demoting Shemerin to Accepted?? she is such a messy Amrylin. I have no choice but to stan.

Beonin is an evil-sounding name to me. there have to be Black Ajah in Salidar, so based on literally nothing I'm guessing she's one.

overall, I continue to really like tel'aran'rhiod as a setting and I like that it has rules that we're learning along with the characters. also all the Aes Sedai bitching is both fun and frustrating. we'll see which way the scales tip for me on that.

also! I forgot that Nynaeve and Myrelle are both in Salidar now!! I'm putting on my clown nose and wig and shoes hoping for a Lan/Nynaeve reunion this book.

Chapter 8: The Storm Gathers

this was a good chapter but I don't really have anything to say about it. yay for spending time with Moggy. I continue to dislike Gareth and love Nyaneve, what else is new.

Chapter 9: Plans

totally zoning out for the Whitecloaks politics sorry. I know this is important but I have better things to do (pay attention to the Aes Sedai instead).

Chapter 10: A Saying in the Borderlands

this chapter was WILD so I'm just going to work through it in order.

Rand you listened to Lan's advice a little too well. you might be the Dragon but you're also still a human being and it's okay to want things!!! on that note, please talk to Aviendha, good lord.

the Emond's Field girls were a gut punch to me, wanting to go to Tar Valon to become Aes Sedai. they're so young and hopeful and don't know about the Tower split! also Alanna mourning her Warder got me.

AND THEN SHE NONCONSENSUALLY BONDED RAND. first of all, what the fuck. second of all, why the fuck. third of all, no one in this situation reacted well to anything except Verin trying to be motherly to the EF girls when they were scared, although her attempt to be motherly did include giving them a bunch of brandy so... you know. I don't fully understand why Alanna bonded Rand or the implications of it, but after the initial shock wore off I'm not that surprised - I mean, she said outright in book 4 that someone should bond the three boys, and Elayne's nonconsensual bonding with Birgitte set up that possibility clearly enough that I did expect her to try to bond one of them.

Alanna fully breaking down with Verin was a standout scene to me. this woman is Not doing well and she isn't making decisions of sound mind and body. I mean, neither is Rand, so I'm morbidly curious about how this situation will work out.

overall: definitely hitting my stride now with this book. future posts might be shorter because while I love to talk, I'd also like to get a move on with this series 😅 it's starting to feel like I'll never finish, and I'm at a point where I need to know everything.

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👀 character thoughts?? i am listening..

OK. OH MY GOD. OK.OK highly unexpected from me but i really wanna get into KATSUKI BAKUGOU FROM BNHA OF PEOPLE. but PLEASE just fucking hear me out i've held these thoughts with me since i was like 12 or something. Long ramble about Angry characters and their fandomification under the cut. Part 2 on netzach lobcorp if people want it enough

Big sigh. Ho boy. I have. A lot to say about thus little idiot highschooler /lovingly

Bakugou is a very interestingly written character especially of the angry/extreme ones i see, and a pretty realistic one at that. I say this as someone who can see myself in him a LOT.

Keep in mind I'm an anime only and only rewatched it about half a year ago and quit near the school festival arc!!! So this might be a bit off if you also wanna add in recent facts.

Now that the disclaimer's over, let's get started, shall we?

Bakugou is ab a highschooler's age. A bully towards the protagonist of the series (izuku), who I also have a lot of feelings about but this isn't about him sorry. Highschooler who bullies Izuku, indirectly motivating izuku to be better as he aspires to be like bakugou — who .. in the start of the series, is only really shown to be the worst to izuku but I'm inclined to say that that's kind of just standard high-schooler behavior from my experience. Sure he's a bit rough with his friends, but, he's 16. He's also what one might call an academic weapon, probably also not naturally. Not to mention, he's got a sick ass and powerful quirk. TL,DR; he won out on the genetics lottery — good for him, right?

He's what I say is one of if not the perfect cocktail which makes up a gifted kid. I feel like people forget about this a lot. Gifted kids are okay with school and all until they're suddenly surrounded by people with their same levels, if not higher — they begin to feel threatened, and no longer like the exception. This happens to bakuogu due to him entering U.A high, quite literally the most prestigious one in Japan (no big../s). He quite literally yells out at izuku about how insignificant he's begun feeling ever since izuku seemed to "beat him", or more so, get on his shared level.

Now, I'm not here to excuse him or anything he did for izuku, but I feel that this specific theme caused... way more discourse than it should've. For fucks sake first of all, being 16 is HARD, because you don't know how to feel and everything is changing — and not to mention you already feel so insignificant. Seeing someone who used to be so far below you suddenly be on the same level as you, it not higher, is an IMMENSE punch to the ol' self worth. Even though one might be staying on top of everything — todoroki still surpasses Bakugou, and he stays number 2, but for bakugou that's just not enough, because his whole life He's been number 1 to everyone and anyone. Losing a status as large as that at an age so fragile can be incredibly crushing and it does VILE things to people. You feel all your self worth slip from you. Everything becomes more hard to do. And you just can't help but want to give up.

TL;DR — people forget bakugou is still a TEENAGER. They are Emotional and that's NORMAL and bakugou was especially ESPEEECIALLY realistically written by making him angry. And I think people really need to take a step back and remember that yeah sure his behavior towards izuku isn't justified but his anger should very much be understood

[helcria]

Sayato’s Story Chapter 1

i had an earlier draft of this but i felt like revamping it and splitting it more efficiently into chapters than i did first time writing it- this feels more prologue-y than anything really so i was torn between calling it chapter 1 or prologue lmfao. anyway i’ve worked on this for over a year now and maybe if i actually start posting chapters it’ll motivate me to actually get this full thing finished. 

this story series is going to get heavy. if you’re particularly sensitive toward the subject matter of bullying/abuse this story may not be for you. if other triggering material comes up in future chapters i will be issuing warnings for the things there, as things like the mention of self-harm and suicidal ideations come up later.

anyway enough preamble. story under the cut!

A fight breaks out in the training grounds; it’s a normal sight for instructor Shirou Katsuragi’s class, admittedly- at least, between this pair of students involved anyway. The rest of the class crowds around the two squabbling kids, eager to witness this mess. Shirou, however, was out on a lunch break on what was the final day of class before their graduation the following week.

A blonde girl had a brunette boy pinned to the ground. He struggled to fight back against her, his frame being quite a bit smaller than hers, so it wasn’t working out well in his favor. “You're so cute when you're pathetic and beaten down like this, Sayato!” The girl sneered.

The boy looked more annoyed by her than anything else and gave a roll of his eyes in response before finally speaking up. 

“Shut it Shiori. The mind games aren’t gonna work, haven’t worked in a long time. Everyone here knows you’re in love with Ak-” A swift punch to the brunette’s face shut him up real quick.

“I can't believe someone as weak as you managed to graduate. I feel sorry for whoever gets stuck on your squad considering you can't even fight back against a girl.” Shiori went to insult and degrade him, trying to move the subject on from Sayato’s earlier remark.

“Maybe if you weren't so heavy, I'd have a chance.” Sayato usually didn’t really care to make disparaging remarks like that about others, but landing a low blow on the vain Shiori was an exception to that.

“You FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Shiori immediately brought her hands toward Sayato’s neck. This went from a simple schoolyard fight to a serious one-sided brawl very quickly. She was already mad about Sayato implying who she had a crush on, but now to have him attack her body image was a step too far. 

A gray-haired kid, one who appeared to look a few years younger than the rest of his peers in the class, ran away from the scene. Other kids stood there, discussing it all amongst themselves in the meantime.

A girl who hadn’t been there however, came to the training grounds to see what was going on after having finished her own lunch. When she came onto the scene, the mood changed immediately. Many of the kids tensed up or took their distance from her. Her name is Hibana Uchiha, and she unfortunately has her sharingan activated at all times, unable to turn it off.. She was seen by many as emotionally unstable and intimidating as a result of this.

Despite her reputation, she knew she had to step in. It’s not like anyone else was going to do a damn thing. They’d rather sit around and talk about how funny it is that Sayato’s getting beat up by a girl or who they think Shiori has a thing for. 

Hibana made her way to the center, trying to pull Shiori off of Sayato and shouting “Stop!”

Shiori did as Hibana said, giving a glare to the Uchiha who decided to butt into the brawl. “Is this any of your business?”

“I’m...I'm sick of the way you pick on people like Kaiko and Sayato! It's awful! You're awful! You think you're better than everyone else and it's tiring! You don't mess with me, probably because you're scared of me just like Akio is, huh?!” As soon as Hibana said that, more whispers and murmurs started. “Now get off of Sayato, or I'll make you.” She growled, tugging at the blonde’s arm. She didn’t know it, but a second tomoe had formed on her sharingan. 

Before Shiori could respond in turn, the gray-haired youngster returned in tow with an older man. “Again? Jeez…” The white-haired instructor looked exasperated. Not the first time he’s seen Shiori and Sayato duke it out, but it is the first time he’s seen Hibana get involved.

“Kids, stop fighting… you’re all technically genin now, can’t you save this for the battlefield?” A half-hearted response. Again, nothing new. He was used to this, and he was definitely over it all.

“Aw Haine, why’d you have to go and snitch like this? The fight was starting to get good!” A slightly older student with face markings complained at the fight being stopped.

The fight broke up, Shiori getting off of Sayato, Hibana letting go of Shiori’s arm and helping Sayato off of the ground, and the kids separating off into different groups to talk amongst their peers.

Sayato was surprised that someone for once had actually come to his defense. He wasn’t exactly well-liked in class. He made no effort to really socialize with others, and treated class as if it were a joke a lot. Still, he managed to figure out the clone jutsu before anyone else in class could, much to the pleasure of Katsuragi who was probably thankful he didn’t have to deal with the class clown for another semester.

“Uh… thanks for getting involved back there…?” He said, a little awkwardly. 

“You don’t need to thank me!” Hibana replied back. “I’ve kinda been getting tired of her mean girl shtick and this gave me the chance to almost do something about it.” There was a faint blush in her cheeks.

“You’re an Uchiha, right?” Sayato said, asking the stupidly obvious.

Hibana nodded in affirmation.

“If you’ve got any relatives working at the Uchiha police station, do any of them still mention my dad? He liked to help out from time to time, and his birthday is coming up on our graduation day so I’ve been thinking a lot about him lately.”

Hibana gave a contemplative face. “Uhh… there’s a plaque for a guy named Shohei Yasuda there I think, if that’s your dad! It’s been a while since I’ve actually gone to the station myself. I’m not sure if they still talk about him there, adults don’t really like to discuss ‘serious’ stuff with us…”

“That IS my dad!”

Sayato and Hibana talked for a while longer, mostly about family stuff. Or well, in Sayato’s case, lack of family. Sayato had lost his parents when the Nine Tailed Fox rampaged a few years prior, leaving him an orphan. Other topics discussed were what they wanted to do in the future, how much they looked forward to graduation and obtaining their headbands, and getting to know each other. It was funny, neither of them really had reached out to one another outright before besides maybe something as simple as a “Can I borrow a pencil” type of conversation in class, but now that their time in the Academy was up and graduation was imminent, they were getting friendly. It’s the first time in a few years Sayato could say he’s had that kind of connection with someone.

The sun was setting and most kids had already made it back home. Two adults, a man and a woman approached the school grounds, coming up to Hibana.

“Hibana dear, it’s starting to get late.” The woman, presumably her mother, said with a tone indicating it was time for her to get going.

Hibana looked a bit dismayed. She was having a good time with Sayato, but unfortunately home was calling. “Bye Sayato! See you at the graduation ceremony next week!” She said, walking off with her parents.

“See ya! Thanks again for helping out!” Sayato said, being a bit vague about what that helping out entailed as to not snitch her out to her parents.

“Sayato? That's Shohei's boy, right? Glad to hear he graduated too. Maybe you'll be on the same squad as him!” Hibana's dad said, giving a small fatherly ruffle to Hibana's hair.

“Uh huh! And Shohei’s birthday is coming up soon, so you better pay your respects to him!” Hibana said, boasting her newfound information about a man who she didn’t really know, but knew that he obviously mattered to Sayato.

“Oh, is it?” Hibana’s mother said. 

That was all Sayato could hear before the family got out of earshot for him. And there he stood, the last kid at the academy. No parents, no guardians there to drag him home. And it was about time for him to take his leave too.

The lonesome boy made his way back home, greeted by a usual silence. Bunny themed knick-knacks adorned various places within the house. A few picture frames were there, but they were pushed down. Maybe a little too sad to have those up all the time and remind him of what he was robbed of, he thought.

Tonight’s “dinner” composed of a cup of instant ramen. Nutritious. But Sayato didn’t really know how to cook much, and admittedly was a little reckless in how he spent his monthly orphan stipend, but he felt the candy he liked to buy was more worth it than getting something sustainable.

After taking care of some other basic needs like showering and brushing his teeth, it was time for Sayato to go to bed, albeit getting to sleep was a struggle for him, as he did have semi-frequent nightmares. Going to bed was like a gamble, one he didn’t particularly like to take, but an unavoidable one. He flopped into bed, eventually passing out for the night.

[ywhiterain]

Tvd 4x06

Hayley and Forewood playing Klaus is lots of fun.

Lol Klaus is so salty he hasn’t been invited in Elena’s house.

The fuck Klaus you ordered Tyler to bite Caroline when he was sired to you.

Haha Jeremy should get to kill Damon.

Elena’s guilt and self loathing is finely done. I don’t have much to say about it’s depiction except I enjoyed it. But it leads more into the telling, not showing bit for delena. We don’t necessarily see a lot of Damon being there in ways Stefan can’t. Elena was more open with Stefan until Stefan started lying to her, which doesn’t lead to her opening up to Damon. A big problem is she’s bottling the worst of her feelings up.

And, like, that could be forgiven if it lead to delena developing and Elena opening up to him, but as we’ll see, not so much.

Oh wait the use of Elena’s mom, her telling Elena she knew exactly what to do just like with Matt is a good gut punch.

Would read an au where ghost Elena and Jeremy hold onto each other unhealthily ever after.

Little wolf! Oh I wish I was watching the originals now. Klaus just loves spunky ppl who backchat him.

Poor Chris. I liked him. And another black character killed off in two episodes, serving white characters arcs at that. Tvd just really murdered off their black cast so quickly.

A more dramatically interesting moment would have been if Damon was able to break through the hallucinations, but sadly nope. Delena is pretty undercut dramatically starting this season.

Oh Elena has a poster of Jamie Lidell. I’ll have to research him some day for fic writing purposes.

Forewood cracks showing because Tyler’s friend group has grown outside the gang in mystic falls. And, less interestingly to me, Caroline weaving herself closer to Klaus in order to help her friends survive. Like this is the triangle I’m more interested in because in its limited screen time broadens to scope of these characters and their morals and motives.

Elena giving into the sire bond and constructing it as a darker person she doesn’t even like anymore is really sad. It’s also interesting that Elena doesn’t break up with Stefan, although they both seemed to realize it was a breaking up conversation.

[britcision]

I mean hear me out: we like a “things work out for Danny AU”

I like a “chaos reigns AU”

Danny declares a dramatic “well FUCK YOU I’m going on vacation!”

The other ghosts, whose primary motivation for wrecking shop is to throw down with Phantom more than half the time… no longer have that motivation

Amity Park quiets down for months

The Box Ghost is still wandering through and unleashing temporary boxy mayhem, but Val’s got this on lock. She can handle him any day of the week, twice on Sundays

No Skulker, no Johnny and Kitty, no Cujo, no Plasmius, no Youngblood or Spectra coming through

This is the most normal the city has been in years

(Mayor Vlad Masters hasn’t been seen in a while because he’s in preemptive soup time out but that’s fine there’s no disasters to need a mayor)

Danny, on his way to Io with Dani, doesn’t know to care except that occasionally Skulker is still showing up in space to try and hunt him and will tell him how Val’s doing

The Justice League aren’t sure why everything is so quiet, but they’re so proud of new member Red Huntress who is holding it together So Well. So Well she deserves a break and a retreat with the Teen Titans to bond with other young heroes!

Red Huntress, who knows full fucking well she did not do anything to scare anyone off, is suspicious as shit

Phantom left her a communicator to call if she needs him (whether they’re officially allies or not) but this much quiet? This can only mean one thing

Cuz see… the usual rogue’s gallery show up to fuck with Danny specifically. He staked a claim over the whole city that basically said “come on if you think you’re hard enough” and has been throwing down since

(And ghost socialization is all about punch punch anyway they’re just being polite by raising the stakes)

You know who doesn’t show up to fuck with just Danny, who tend to have their own plans and motivations?

The fucking heavy squad

Vortex sneaks back in

Or Undergrowth makes another go at a green makeover since the mayor’s gone

Or Nocturn decides that really this Teen Titans meet and greet should really really really be a slumber party

Or, worst of all for the JL, Clockwork decides they’ve had enough fun and it’s time they appreciate just what Danny was doing for them

And suddenly Val’s going from wrangling occasional ectopusses and Boxy to a world ending level event and when the hell did a ghost get this strong, this one came by once before and it wasn’t this bad, what changed???

Did someone else stop it last time???

Sam and Tucker are more than happy to scream “yea you fuckwits, PHANTOM DID”, with recorded evidence cuz they’ve been having a very annoying few months of people suddenly unsure if the League was right and it’s good Phantom left?

The full Justice League pile in to try and help and it’s escalating and escalating and JL Dark swan in to ask where the fuck the Protection spirit went, who fucked this up, and for once Constantine gets to be the one telling everyone else off

(Cuz yeah he didn’t read the update adding Amity Park to the roster but it’s a fucking Infinite Realms site, the regular league had no goddamn business trying to categorize it at all)

Val’s communicator is taking longer and longer to reach Danny because That’s How Physics And Space Travel Work, and they’ve gotten far enough now that Danny will hear they’re in trouble in about a week - way too late

So Constantine raids the Nasty Burger, slaps out the world’s ugliest summoning circle, and summons Danny directly back to remind him once more How Physics And Space Work Why The Hell Did You Use Electronic Communication

(Bonus points if Dani is left behind and has to come back on her own with Skulker for a vengeance tour)

Danny, still salty, asks why the hell the League is asking a rogue for help

Shazam gives him an intentionally awful “We’re Sorry Our Coworkers Suck” card that he made all of the regular Justice League sign while Constantine made burger monuments (it’s almost as tall as Danny)

Danny can appreciate the bit and also another secret magical girl

Kicks some ass and reminds the ghosts exactly why he’s the most fun to fuck around with

And then someone points out that they had basically no ghost attacks while Danny was gone, if he’s not a villain then what the hell?

(Someone else points out that Batman’s rogues also usually go quiet when he’s gone, fuckface, that’s actually really normal they tend to worry shit’s gonna hit the fan)

Danny learns for the first time in his not-life that the other ghosts all thought he was in on it this whole time and negotiates for a goddamn schedule and weekends off

Happily ever after, all solved, everyone goes home…

Just in time for Johnny and Kitty’s bi-monthly break up and hey that Red Robin kid was real cute

It’s not always only about bugging Danny

Danny’s gonna let Val handle them until the JL paperwork comes through though

I'd love to see a dpxdc story where the Justice League knows about Amity Park and the Ghosts the whole time, and does think the ghosts are rogues to be addressed. Doesn't agree with the GIW, maybe doesn't even know about them? THE IMPORTANT PART.

The Red Huntress is the only active vigilante in Amity Park, according to the JL. Phantom is marked as one of her rogues. Maybe the Fentons even are marked as rogues from all the property damages and random shooting/sliming of citizens. Valarie is the only person successfully taking care of the ghosts, masking and suiting up in the classic vigilante way the whole time.

[pan-of-light]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Sevens

Finally sat down to watch the whole thing, many disjointed thoughts below the cut.

TL;DR: sevens good.

Yuuga: Much like the last protag to wear a red jacket with a white neckpiece, Judai, there is something wrong with this kid. He's too okay with everything. He's the goddamn player character of pokemon SunMoon who never gets an emotion showing in cutscene on his model-

(and unlike judai, afaik, he never had electroshock memory wipes done to him before)

He's great. He gives no shits. He took a job at a major corporation that owns the town he lives in and everything in it, as an elementary schooler, bc hacking them was too annoying and it was easier to have them hand over the credentials so he could mess with their shit, while also being a head or more shorter than like everyone else in the show. I want to study him like a (lady)bug.

Luke: Yuuga's name is on the title(-ish), but this guy is the actual Hero of sevens. The actual Hero of sevens. It's important, so I said it twice. He's a bratty elementary schooler who I can't even call a chuuni because of how young he is, but he has the heart where it matters. And multistrike dragons. ALL the multistrike dragons.

Romin: The seven-colored light of redemption, though I feel bad about opening this not about anything about her so much as "first decent yugioh girl"... First decent yugioh girl. She's not nerfed, worfed, or shoved aside partway through the series, being a competent duelist with a sensible win/lose ratio like any other side character from previous series.

Her arc about embracing selfishness, finding new dreams, and never giving up on anything she wants are so good. And now with Tiger in the family to teach her martial arts, she will never stop.

Gakuto: were it not for the VA segments at the end of episodes I would never notice he's Nekobot Hanae. What do you mean goddamn Gakuting is Riddle Rosehearts. It makes perfect sense yet GAKUTING also makes me want to die every single time. Not as much as the translators probably want to do every time he opens his punny mouth, but close.

Roa/Nail: Spiky and Fluffy. Band Kid and Nerd. The first two main bosses and a genuine delight every time they take the screen. I am forcing them to share a list spot just like they were forced to share seats during the tournament arc. While I can't put them in a jar to shake, I'll settle for maining their decks in DL instead. I'm still convinced Roa, unknowingly, dreams of having someone punch his face in, and that's why he's Like That (terrible at every opportunity). His relationship with his boytoy vs Neil's funny themed henchmen (and butler robo dad) is also fun to think about.

Asana and the Cav Quartet: Asana was going to get her own spot but I can't separate her from her generals. She sort of reminds me of Kiriyuin Satsuki when I think about it, the militaristic antagonist with perfectly reasonable motives who joins the protag as soon as possible, except Satsuki doesn't have a goddamn pidgeon as a general. A pidgeon. Has his own ID card and documents and everything. The human is his brother, but the human was adopted into the pidgeon family, that also owns a company. I'm sorry Asana I love you and your bi energy but what the FUCK is up with those two.

Mimin: SINGLE MOMS REPRESENT, an anime mom that beats every dead and dying allegation. She's plot relevant, has screen time, and the narrative never actually forgets she's an adult with her own motivations and dreams, no matter how nice to the 10yos she is. That said, the tech she uses isn't that old Sevens stop trying to convince me I'm old, sevens!!!

Presidential Siblings in general: why do we not market ygo as a cyberpunk series when we have 'children raised in space in isolation bc they were chosen by a supercomputer to run the City-Owning Megacorp' as a normal thing that happens. That's not weird by modern yugioh standards. We crossed that bridge during 5Ds guys. This is our life now.

Yuuou: I want his musical theme. Also brings back the only good ED mechanic (/biased branded player) into the new era. Maximums are nice, sure, but Fusion is always perfect.

Swirly: I'm honestly surprised I saw some talk online about how he was 'forgotten' and 'never defeated' when like. Guys. We had two full cours showing his defeat. Living as Swirly with the Rush Club gang and being exposed to the kindness of humanity and the fun of dueling is what fixed him. Luke didn't even really need to duel him, he'd beaten the evil before he even stopped wearing the kigurumi.

That said, how the FUCK are you smaller than Yuuga. What the fuck did you eat in space that let you be so small. Illegal.

THE★LUKEMAN: remember how I said the presidential sibs were par for the yugi-course by now? This isn't. This is just pure What The Fuck. I've personally rewritten his entire origin story in my head because it was just that fucking stupid. And now i'm upset his cards dont have the ★ in their names in DL. What a waste.

Otes: Most of the Sevens cast is weird as hell. Not Seto tops them all. His deal is mysterious, he's evil from the start, but his loss ratio is so big I'm actually shocked he put up a fight as the final boss. I'm praying GO RUSH gives me some info because Yuuga's smile on reentry was too Otes-like for me. They have a connection beyond the Sevens Road and it's going to drive me insane. I need to put this man under a microscope immediately.

The -ko Girls: I also need to know their deal, but without putting them in a lab. They're so much fun to watch, they can just hang around.

[town-darling]

oh my god this is EXACTLY my experience with gamestop circa April - October of this year. quit despite having high numbers because the conditions were so horrible.

some background: got this job to support me and my partner as we went through a big life transition which would leave me effectively jobless (i had another source of income, but hours for the summer were cut down to like. 12 a week at most). gamestop seemed like a pretty cool thing at first! generally fine and fun to talk to people about stuff i love!

nope! here's my big list, inspired by yours. thank you for giving me the motivation to share how fucking atrocious this experience was

customers

my store leader lied about what my wage would be when i got hired. she called a supervisor during my setup who said that i needed to be hired for $1/hr less than was agreed upon in the interview. because that was a verbal agreement, i don't have legal action on this

mall customers in a conservative college town are not the people that should be going to gamestop. constant misgendering, glares from parents down at my name badge with my pronouns while they shuffle their kids out, and so much more. god.

when you get a job in gaming retail, you expect a high number of people that you'll have to explain things to (i had to explain the 3 different switch models about 30000 times). what you *don't* expect are the number of people that are CONFIDENTLY wrong about what you know. "no bro i know that game's on the switch"

mall teens. when we got slow during the summer, we'd have kids that'd do nothing around the mall except heckle me for my pronouns and throw merchandise on the floor. i have never wanted to punch someone so bad.

the kids are adorable. they sometimes had promotional pokemon cards when new sets came out, and i would purposely avoid telling collectors we had them so i could give them to more kids, who were always so happy about them. best part of the job :P

MOST of the time, people didn't smell. but sometimes #gamers would come in and you'd be able to tell *immediately* that they don't regularly shower. one guy came in and just being next to him literally made my nose get inflamed and my sinuses to be set on fucking fire. I've never had that reaction to literally any smell, but had to keep going into the back to have coughing fits. dude was trading in a console and buying another one, so i had to deal with him for like half an hour.

metrics

your manager not getting you into the system proper was a *blessing in fucking disguise*. the moment you have to start ringing people up is the moment you have to start selling:

PRO MEMBERSHIPS: this fucking membership. bane of my fucking existence. when i started, it was pretty okay: $15/year, but you get a $5 credit every month, more trade credit, and $10 for signing up. most people used it to get a bunch of gift cards throughout the year, which makes sense bc you only have to come back a couple times to get your money back. they raised it to $25/yr, rolled back the benefits, and INCREASED THE NUMBER we had to hit per day. i cannot tell you the amount of times my manager wrote "10 PRO" on the metrics pad for me. laughed every time.

WARRANTIES: $3-5 on games, $12-30 on hardware. not insanely bad policies (though IIRC they did change it to require employees to replace new products with preowned products last month so it's worse now) but the fact that you're asking people this after asking them for $25 makes people unbelievably annoyed at you

HARDWARE ATTACH: if i didn't sell at least 2 other things with a console, my manager would get upset with me. idk man sometimes people just want to buy a console, trying to sell them on another controller ("nah this is just for me, nobody else will play it") or a gift card ("can't i just hook up my credit card to this thing?") or a game ("i'm all digital now") is impossible if they didn't come up to the register with it. obviously.

there's a bunch of other metrics but i didn't even bother. did i mention that we literally don't get paid differently if we hit these metrics? it's a sales job without incentives. i started to have panic attacks and nightmares about this job, mostly because of how i had to keep asking people questions that they obviously didn't care about. that's hell on my "please everyone" autism brain

a bunch of other shit (some good some bad)

my manager went to a conference and got a then-unannounced sonic switch controller, then gave it to me. this was the best day at the job.

the employee discount was not bad, and combined with some ridiculous trade offers going on at the same time as some employee offers, i got my ps5 for $60 after trading in like 6 games, 2 weeks after getting hired. i should've quit right there lol

i successfully stole the resident evil 4 remake by forgetting to return it after my employee rental ended. nice

old guy came in every week to buy $300 in steam cards (the maximum we can sell in one day) for his "grandkids". obviously he was being scammed but my manager told me to ring him up no matter what

days that weren't of the "fri" or sat" variety never had more than one person scheduled at any given moment. crowds, however, were mostly the same regardless during my timeslot, so i consistently had to deal with lines of people without any help.

this was compounded when people came in to trade games and *especially* consoles. consoles require you to test every component, and it consistently took ~20 minutes and held up the store no matter what.

people also have no perception of value. yes, you bought madden 17 for $60. no, we will not give you $60 for it. we will give you $2.50.

online orders were the bane of my existence. gamestop only has a couple real warehouses - most of the games shipped when you buy them from the website are packaged by a minimum wage employee at a retail store.

my coworkers did not care about my pronouns but used me to call themselves a diverse workplace

i think that's most of it. i lasted a few months - i needed that money - but it was horrendous from day 1. IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW ARE CONSIDERING WORKING FOR GAMESTOP, RUN. IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW CURRENTLY WORK AT GAMESTOP, RUN FASTER. Gamestop will chew you up and spit you out summarily.

local grocery stores usually pay quite well (comparatively) and can give you positions that don't require you to sell people on things. gamestop preys on people thinking "oh i like talking about games" to completely destroy their mental health. anyways don't work there

My Day at GameStop ~(Black Friday Edition!)~

(Part 1)

I had to work on the sales floor all day, the manager still has not put me in the system so I still can't ring customers up

A kid like a decade younger than me haughtily explained the PlayStation Portal to me because I got confused when someone asked me about the "Portal PlayStation" (I thought they were talking about the video game "Portal")

A wide-eyed white woman tried to give me tips on managing the sales lines like I was a toddler

A different wide-eyed white woman lurked outside the store while her children shopped, often by peering through the glass or staring at the doorway from a distance. She talked to her kids through the windows

My manager and a separate higher up openly talked about how Best Buy has better deals than us, right in front of the door, potentially scaring off customers by accident

I was asked how much controllers cost by a third wide-eyed white woman. When I said I didn't know she asked again.

A delivery man jumpscared me on purpose for no reason

I didn't clock out for my lunch break and everyone was too busy to notice

I found out my charger was unplugged so my phone did not charge overnight, it was at 21%

I bought a portable charger during my lunch break out of hope to charge phone. Was charged $60 for the tiny charger and a USB-C cable. I was probably scammed

I found out that the portable charger has no battery. Fuck.

The mall had ports I could plug the USB-C into while I ate, crisis averted

But now I'm certain I wasted $60

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day 5 - size kink

nct 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Johnny Suh NSFW

🖤 warnings: johnny suh is very annoying but he has an undeniably big dick, friends to lovers scenario, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, a bit of a pain kink 🖤

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"Oh, no, I'll get it."

He's such an ass.

You love Johnny, don't get it twisted. He's a great friend, a ride or die, an equal opportunity drinking buddy and museum date and wingman. Not the kind of guy you ever thought you'd be friends with, but he's such a feature in your life now, you can't remember what you did before you had him to hang out with at all hours.

Except when he's like this.

"I can reach," you dismiss.

"But it's so much easier for me," he says coolly.

He reaches over your head to grab the bottle on the top shelf of your kitchen cabinet, easily, barely stretching, and holds it out to you with the worst self-satisfied look on his face.

You're not that short. You're really not, it's just that Johnny is so fucking tall. He swears he's only six-foot, but that's impossible. Six-two, you'd guess, or more.

He's just big. Overall. Especially when he's interested in bulking up, like he is now, no hint of the tall and lanky frame he'd had up until just a few years ago (and that he quickly returns to having in the occasional months when work takes over his mind and he neglects the gym and the protein powder). At times like this, he's tall, he's broad, and you can tell just from how he carries himself that he's more aware than ever of just how big he is.

For a guy who likes to slouch and shrink and practically lay down in every chair, he's just big.

"Did I ask for your help?" you snark.

"You didn't need to," he replies. "I have to use my powers for good."

"Busybody."

"I just wanna take care of you," he coos, ruffling the top of your head.

You shove him away. "Like I said, didn't ask."

The tiny kitchen in your apartment is small enough that you're constantly bumping into Johnny if he comes over to cook with you, but now he's getting into your space on purpose. You can tell, by the way he's reaching over your shoulder to grab utensils, looming behind you to watch the dish in the pot you're finishing up. You shouldn't have reacted so much. Giving him a reaction only eggs him on more, because he's the worst.

It's just Johnny, boxing you in to piss you off, but a feeling that you've never wanted to associate with Johnny is brewing every time he draws too close.

You're not really short, but that's not to say that you don't like feeling short. Small. Easy to toss around, easy to-

"'Scuse me," Johnny says, not apologetic at all, as he reaches for the cupboard again.

Annoyed, you turn around to push him again, but he's so close that you've essentially turned yourself right into his arms, your face nearly meeting his chest. His face is right above you as he reaches upward, and he smirks.

There's no ulterior motive, you can tell. He's just trying to bother you, pushing your buttons about being smaller than him and unable to reach some shelves in your own kitchen. Johnny is your friend, one of your best friends, and there's no way he's doing this on purpose.

But that doesn't change the fact that you are just the tiniest bit undeniably turned on. A tiny bit.

Or more than that. Maybe a lot more than that.

It's not that it's Johnny, you tell yourself. It's that he's so much bigger than you. That fact itself is punching you in the feral brain, making you react as if this is a real person and not Johnny. He leans down farther, looking just a bit confused. You're probably making an audacious face.

"Something wrong?" he asks.

You can practically feel his voice vibrating up from his chest. Oh, this is bad.

"No," you say, entirely unconvincing.

Johnny huffs out a laugh and backs off slightly, reaching to turn off the stove burner. He can reach it from here. This is so bad.

"Cuz you look like you're gonna be sick," he says, obviously amused.

"It's just hot in here," you lie.

"No, it's not. I'm chilly, actually," Johnny says, edging closer to you again. "Gotta share body heat."

"Johnny!"

He's pressing you against the counter, now, stretching to his full height. You can't help but feel bad, guilty even, about the arousal pealing through you, since he's so obviously just being a pain, just messing around-

Until he shifts, just a little, and you feel it.

He's hard. He likes this just as much as you do. Oh, no-

You freeze. His eyes blow wide.

And he backs up for real, draws away quickly. "Sorry. I know you don't like being called short, I got carried away-"

"I do like it," you say, mouth moving faster than your good sense, scrabbling for his arm to drag him close again. "I like it when - sometimes if I-"

He cuts you off. "Are you gonna kick my ass if I kiss you?"

It's a valid question, because he's drunkenly kissed you without permission maybe twice and both times you smacked him so hard that it left a mark, but things are different, here.

"Nope."

"Good."

Kissing Johnny is a strange experience, but you don't hate it. His lips are hesitant, but his hands are eager, exploring your waist, your hips, straying to grope your ass so quickly that you wonder how long he's wanted to do it.

"Horny bastard," you mutter.

"Could say the same thing about you," he replies.

He's got a loose grip at the back of your neck, and you shudder realizing how much of your skin he can cover with just one splayed hand. He notices, too, if the way he tightens up his hold is any indication. You're foggy with arousal, looking up, up at Johnny, thinking about what more he could do for you, what it would be like to only be able to see and hear and feel him...

"You really like this," he muses, obviously thinking hard despite the circumstances. "If your thing is tall guys, what about that last one you dated, the one-"

"It's not just about height," you say. "Big guys, sure, but also big-"

"Oh, you're covered, then," he interrupts.

Typical Johnny. Such an ass.

"Impress me," you quip.

He's hauling you toward the bedroom faster than you can react. You'd never seen yourself as particularly easy to haul or carry or anything of the sort, but Johnny's apparently got the height and the muscle to do just that, maneuvering you easily into your equally-tiny bedroom and depositing you on your bed.

There's no hesitation as Johnny presses you up the bed until you're laying comfortably in your pillows, with him looming above you. He probably assumes - correctly - that you'd stop him if you didn't like something.

But you have no intention of stopping him.

He shucks off his shirt, and there's just so much of him, planes of tanned skin and muscle. He makes quick work of your clothes, and the rest of his own. You find out pretty quickly that he wasn't lying about having you covered, intimately - he's big. Proportional to his body, yes, but that means he's simply big.

"I've wanted this for a while," Johnny admits, tracing his hand down your bare side.

"Secretly pining away?" you tease.

He grins, lopsided. "More like, you're cool and hot and I figured this would be fun."

It's not a love confession, but it's almost better. Assurance that this is being done out of fondness and excitement, not some kind of one-sided romantic urge.

"I'm ready for you," you say.

Johnny makes a bit of a face, reaching down to tentatively swipe his fingers through your wetness, which, like you'd just fucking said, is plenty enough for what you want.

"I should probably make sure-"

"I like it if you just..." you gesture, embarrassed, unsure how to say nicely what you mean, "It's...it's okay if it hurts, a little."

You like to really feel that first push in, is what you mean. What fun is fucking someone with an objectively huge cock if you don't even get stretched out on it to the point of a little pain, sometimes?

He seems to understand without you saying all of that, though, grinning down at you darkly and lining himself up. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

"Get on with it - Jesus-"

He always has to get the last word in, even indirectly like this, as you cut yourself off with a hissed breath as he begins easing his way in. Just the first stretch of his tip is heavenly, exactly what you want, a bit of a delicious burn.

You know you're in for it when Johnny smiles for real. He knows what he's doing, the stupid prick.

"How's a little thing like you gonna handle me?"