#GIVE THAT POINT TRAUMA‼️‼️

[fevervoidthing]

"Stratosfear was the evil force that the Star Savior defeated long ago, who was then presumed to be dead. Yet their very essence still lingers here, calling out in distress."

"The way their essence is calling out… It sounds familiar."

[skywalkerrenthusiast]

FOREVER THINKING ABOUT HELAENA AND THE SWORM OF SHIT HOT TAKES THAT ARE ABOUT TO COME OUT ABOUT HER‼️‼️‼️

FOREVER THINKING ABOUT HELAENA AND IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING. She and an innocent child were the first to pay for her families crimes. And she's not as bad as some of yall will think after this.

We are meant to sit with Helaena. she has this thing called dragon dreams, which are visions of the future, but they can be very unclear and hard to figure out.

She was saying how she was afraid of the rats. In the morning, when Aegon came for Jae, she muttered a vision. She could already feel the doom creeping in, it's why she tries to share her feelings with Aegon! But he can't understand, no one can. Not even her. And she's left to sit in her feeling of doom.

Alone.

Then BOOM

Two betrayers (rats) came to kill Aemond who killed Lucerys. But instead, they decided to kill HER son, just a boy!

And she tried to be present at first! To protect her babies. To give them money because they kept talking about themselves getting paid for a kill but the motherfuckers wouldn't BUDGE!!

And you can just SEE the moment the trauma and fear of the moment starts to hit her. A thousand thoughts fly through her head, and then...? she completely shuts down. She ends up pointing to her son, but she just seems so out of it while she's doing so! She doesn't scream or cry or beg. She just looks like a mix of completely not in the moment, as if shes leaving the moment, and viscerally horrified at the same time. She sees them grabbing her boy and can only stare as she makes her way to the opposite bed. Knowing of and yet *unable* to make herself try and stop the tragedy that is about to unfold itself in her boys bed.

She grabs her girl and just walks out of the room, and you can hear her breathing and breathing as she walks. And just as she starts to come back to herself, just a little. You can hear the sound of the Jaehaerys head being cut off and you can *tell* she hears it too because she makes these vague horrified little sounds as she walks and walks and walks endlessly to her MOTHERS room. It's almost like those sounds drag her back under. And she keeps walking.

she never yelled for a guard as she walked, she didn't scream she just went to the safest place she could think of. And that was with her mother. She walks in the room and walks in on her mom in bed with her sworn protector and that brings her back from out of the waves of her mind if only for a moment but she's just in so much fucking shock that all she can do is collapse on the floor while holding her girl and say "they killed the boy"

And it all happens so fast! And in the moment, all I could think was, WHY DID SHE POINT TO HIM?!! But for *this* telling of the story, it made sense. She shut down. In her right state of mind, she would NEVER have simply pointed, she tried not to! but she just completely shuts down, just blocks it all out and then POINTS. And that scene, that moment, it's not about what the stronger or braver or more motherly choice might've been! Because Helaena was in no state to make it! She just couldn't have! And it's so heartbreaking. At that moment, the camera only follows her because we are meant to *BE* her. We are meant to sit with her in that moment in time. To share in her horror. So it's not about what we think the right choice might've been. It's about what helaena was *capable* of doing in that moment, in the face of her horror, about how this is a moment she will have to think back on for as long as she shall live.

because i know she's gonna be so fucking horrified with herself when it all comes back to her, when she truly understands what happened. And I also know we are about to get SO many trash hot takes about Her "being a bad mother" and how she just "betrayed her son" as if she didn't have those kids at 13 and they were her LIFE! I'm crying for her. The twins were so little, and she was no fighter or schemer, and yet her son, her and even her daughter are the FIRST fucking ones to pay for her families crimes!

She'll live in that moment of horror for the rest of her life.

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you please write an Damian Priest X Fem Reader Story where Reader was in a toxic relationship and Damian helps her with the trauma from the past?!

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed!!

‼️ mention of past abusive relationship, damian being a softie , mention of verbal abuse and violence

behind closed doors

you’ve been in love before but you had no idea how it feels being loved.

you were in a happy relationship, or so you thought. but happy relationships aren’t made of lies, cheating, violence and hate.

you didn’t know what made him change his behaviour towards you. during the first months of relationship he was kind and loving, and suddenly he changed.

he blamed it on you being away for too long, he didn’t like that. he knew that you were doing an important job, working for wwe meant investing most of your time in your job but it was all you dreamed of.

you graduate in journalism just for that main reason and when you were offered the position of hosting some wwe programs after the main events you couldn’t say no.

you made so many friends that in all reality, were like a family to you.

but your ex didn’t like that, so he made you quit. when your colleagues noticed your sudden behaviour change, they started asking questions you didn’t want to answer. when they saw how you changed your wardrobe, they started investigating in your private life a little more and you hated that, and an escalated fight with your ex made you quit your dream job.

all because of him.

“let me know when you’ll stop whoring around” he said, with such a low voice that made you shiver.

“i’m not…”

“you’re not?” he laughed “yes you are!” he raised his voice at you, again “i see the shows you are hosting, i see all the wrestlers flirting with you and you, like the good whore you are, doing nothing to stop them!”

“it’s part of the job, i’m not flirting with anyone!” that was your first mistake, raising your voice back at him.

“so you’re saying i’m a liar” he went, gaslighting you.

“no - no, i’m not saying that…” your voice smaller “i’m just saying i’m doing my job, i’m a journalist and that’s what i’m doing…”

“now, hear me very well, you’re quitting that job and you’ll stay here at home, waiting for me when i come back from work, like the good wife you’re going to be one day” he smiled at you, making you shiver again.

“i’m not quitting my dream job!” you screamed back and before you could move, slap. a loud and strong slap to your face.

“scream at me again bitch! you’ll be six feet under ground next time” he screamed, before leaving the room and leaving you standing there, frozen on your spot.

so you did what he threatened you to do. you quit your job. without giving explanations.

all of your friends texted you, tried to reach you in some way but you never answered back.

he was controlling your phone, who you called, who you texted, what you posted on your socials. he became too invasive that at some point, you weren’t allowed outside without him.

rhea and damian, your best friends became worried about you, especially when they didn’t see you at the airport when you were all supposed to leave together for the european tour.

“what you mean she quit?” rhea asked jey.

“i don’t know man, she did. no one told me anything else. she simply quit without giving any explanation man…i’m worried for her, she wasn’t the same person anymore” jey said, making feel damian more insecure.

damian had a crush on you. he did from the first day he saw you, and he was heartbroken when he found out you had a boyfriend. but he didn’t want to ruin your relationship so he was okay with just being friend with you.

he was the first person to notice about your sudden change. the dress you wore were more covering - not that he minded what you were wearing, but he loved your coloured and crazy style that he was kinda shocked to see you wearing black long sleeve dresses everyday. he noticed the way you talked less and smiled less, he noticed how you stopped going to the gym with rhea, he noticed that you would eat less and less and alone.

he knew something was up, he just didn’t know what.

and now, the news that you quit.

he knew he had to reach out to you once he came back from the tour, even if it meant breaking your house down.

two weeks into the european tour and he finally was coming back home with all the crew. while being away he tried to call you many times but he was always sent to voicemail.

“i can’t do this anymore…something’s wrong, i can feel it” damian said to rhea once he was driving back to his home.

“you wanna go check on her?”

“not now…she’s probably asleep. i’m going tomorrow, when she’s home alone…” he said, gripping stronger at the wheel.

rhea just nodded, knowing that talking about you was hurtful for damian.

and so the first thing damian did was to wait until you were home alone. when he saw your boyfriend leaving was the moment he stepped out of his car and knocked on your front door.

his heart broke when he saw your face.

you had a purple bruise covering half of your left cheek and your eyes, they didn’t sparkle like they used to do.

“y/n…” he sadly smiled at you.

“dam - damian, what are you doing here?”

“i wanted to check on you…” he said and you softly smiled, letting him inside the house.

“i’m good damian, how are you by the way?” you tried to avoid the conversation that was coming.

“you’re not good y/n…what happened to your cheek?” he asked, a little too worried.

“oh i fell” you said causally but damian wasn’t having any of it.

“definitely not a bruise from a fall…y/n, can you please look at me?” he asked you softly stepping in front of you.

tears were already forming in your eyes.

“did he do this?” was all he asked before your eyes betrayed you and you let those tears fall “oh sweetie…” he whispered before wrapping his muscular arms around you.

it’s been a long time since someone hugged you like that and you didn’t want to let go. you felt safe in his arms but you knew it was coming to an end.

“is he the reason you quit your job?” he asked and you nodded, too scared to speak “look at me love…” he softly smiled, gently wiping your tears away “you’re coming with me…i’m not letting you stay here okay?”

“i-i can’t damian…”

“yes you can love, i’m not letting you stay here with that dick…he doesn’t fucking deserve you, not after this, i’m so sorry i didn’t realize what was going on before…”

“its not your fault dam” you said.

“so…are you coming with me?” he asked, hopeful.

“o-okay…”

“i’ll help you pack love…you’re staying with me for all the time you need okay?” he gently asked you and you nodded.

when your boyfriend came back home and saw that all of your clothes were missing, he went crazy. he knew he would have happened sometimes but he never thought that you would actually leave him.

he tried to call you and text you but you blocked his number. damian even turned your phone off so you could focus on your self a little more.

damian was so kind and patient with you. he firstly offered you his own bedroom but you couldn’t accept it, so he gave up and gave you the guest bedroom. the first few nights were completely nightmares, you couldn’t fall asleep and every time you did, you would wake up with a scream. but damian was always there for you, he helped you calm down after a bad dream, he held you if you wanted him to do so, he wiped your tears away everytime you woke up crying.

he was always there for you and you couldn’t be more grateful.

of course - if damian knew, rhea knew. you wanted to keep it a secret, the whole “violent boyfriend thing” - you didn’t want people to know about it.

eventually hunter found out and he was more than happy to give you your job back. he even suggested that you would be accompanied by guards from home to work and viceversa.

but somehow your ex found out too. he saw you were back working on tv, he saw you were enjoying more time with your friends again and he couldn’t accept it, so, after a failed attempt of breaking into damian’s home, you had to ask for a restraining order.

damian was always by your side, trying to give you your own space but keeping an eye on you.

you’ve spent two months now with him, and, even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself you were falling for him, more and more every day. you weren’t used to be treated with such love and care, and all damian did was natural for him.

but even if you were feeling better the nightmares never stopped.

“no, please don’t” you screamed but your boyfriend was just staring at you with a mischievous smile.

“don’t what uh?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“don’t hurt me please, i-i will do anything you want to but please…don’t hurt me again…” but no matter how you begged, he wasn’t listening and so his strong hand met your face once again.

you woke up with a loud scream and damian, being only two doors away from you, came running to your bedroom.

you were heavily breathing and your eyes were full of tears.

“hey hey it’s okay…” he whispered gently sitting next to you.

you involuntarily flinched when you heard him talking.

“it’s me amor…it’s me, it’s damian…” he softly talked to you “breath with me…let’s breath together okay?” and you did as he told you.

his hand softly reached your face and wiped away your tears. you melted into his touch and he felt that. he wanted to scream how much he loved you but he didn’t want to scare you away.

“i’m sorry for waking you up…go back to sleep” you apologised.

“i’m not leaving you here…don’t apologise for this”

“i don’t want to keep being a burden for you and-…”

“stop it right there…hermosa, you are not a burden for me, you’ll never be a burden for me, you’re…i care for you, so much…i-i” he wanted to say he loved you but couldn’t “you will never be alone okay? i’ll be here for all the time you need me to”

“can you please stay here with me until i fall asleep?” you shyly asked him, hating how vulnerable you sounded.

“absolutely love…come here” he laid down and let you lay in his arms, the place where you felt more protected.

“thank you damian…i mean it”

“there’s nothing to thank me for…”

“damian…”

“yes?”

“i care for you too…maybe more than a friend should” you confessed “but it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i just wanted to let you know, nothing would change our friendship”

“i want to change our friendship though…i wish we could be more than friends” he confessed too, making your heart skip a beat.

“what?”

“you heard me right y/n…i like you, a lot. i’ve always liked you but i didn’t want to interfere with your relationship, if i only knew what was really going on behind closed doors…i won’t rush you to do anything…we’re going slow if you want to…”

“i want to damian, i want to have a relationship with you i just” you were scared honestly “i’ve never been loved before, i don’t know how to love again…”

“it’s okay y/n…it’s okay…we’ll take things slow love”

“thank you damian…” you thanked him “but…i would really like to kiss you now…”

“we can do that” he smirked making you smile. his soft hand caressing the cheek where once there was a huge bruise, he leaned over you and captured your lips over his big ones. the kiss was soft, full of warmth and love that a tear of happiness fell from your eyes.

he smiled into the kiss, making you smile too.

“i liked that…” you confessed making him chuckle.

“good night hermosa…sleep well” he said when he saw you yawning.

his hand scratched your head, making you fall asleep faster than ever, his arms around you making you feel safe.

[meracyn]

dating shuichi saihara 🔍

I JUST WANNA BE PART OF YOUR SYMPHONY 🐬🐬🐬‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥 / sorry guys i tried to be professional but i always end up doing jokes :((

a total gentleman; respects your privacy and space, won’t be all over you, startle you or anything— just tell him you want to be alone for a while and shuichi won’t press further

shy though, shuichi is like those boyfriends who do their best to treat their partner the way they deserve but are somewhat clumsy too

like he would pull a chair for you, open and close the car doors, but if you’re both about to enter a mall for example, shuichi would push a pull door and pull one that says push.. its out of his nervousness though please comfort this guy he needs it

helps you with your homework if you ask, even if you meant it as a joke shuichi would take it seriously and go over to where you are, begin reading + explain the best he can

the type to not give you the answers directly...he wants you to try and do it yourself but will give you hints/examples of his for you to have an idea of knowing what to do

insecure, has a lot to do with his trauma. shuichi feels inferior you could say, feels as if he isn’t enough and weak, doesn’t voice it out loud though, worries you might think less of him if he talks about it

gets embarrassed easily when it comes to physical contact, even a slight brushing of your hands already has this boy blushing and heart pounding against his chest

the longer you two date, shuichi will get more comfortable. in terms of holding hands, cuddling, kissing too; in the start there will just be small pecks here and there at times, has a habit of hiding his face under his hat after a kiss

when shuichi is anxious, holding hands or just placing your hand above his calms him down a lot, if you give him a kiss it will make him snap out of it, especially if you do it out of nowhere

dating shuichi means being around kaito and kaede constantly, but not to a point where it’s suffocating and you both never have a moment alone, the two are aware of it so it’s more like some hangouts on most days while others are just you and shuichi chilling together

probably researches about stuff like ‘how to be a good boyfriend’ and asks his friends about it—mostly to kaito—who tells him things such as, “you gotta be more manly!” or “if you want to have a lasting relationship you need to work on those muscles, i’ll be your leader”

gives you gifts, could be a bouquet of your favorite flowers to a book/game you wanted or a snack you like, shuichi doesn’t want you to think he’s bad at expressing his love for you so he spends time reading about relationships if he has free time and you aren’t near him

kinda dry with his texts...but not in a bad way, shuichi is still learning after all so he will still be clueless at times

by dry, i mean like “BABYYYYY LOOK AT THIS LMAOOO ITS SO FUNNY AHAHAHAJ” – you

“lol” – him 😭

it’s okay though he’s still trying his best to be a good boyfriend

is so in love with you <3

[enj4s]

VAMPIRE BOY, BITE ME IN THE MOONLIGHT! ᡣ𐭩 .

─── ˚୨୧⋆ PAIRINGS; subaru sakamaki, 𖥻SUBARU x fem! reader ｡˚ ⋆

─── ˚୨୧⋆ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎; smut. swearing. fem!dom! reader. reader is mean, again. pegging. (lil) hair pulling. hickies. crying. toxic relationship. both are fucked in the head.

★ Author note 😆😆!!: Whoever requested ts excuse my dramatic ass, I LOVE drama as you can see. (sorry btw) enjoy 🤤‼️ yallyal request I got nun to do other than rot in my bed 💔

It was one of those days-

You were a patient and laid-back person, or so you and some people thought. But your anger issues have gone up the roof since you met the seven diabolic, unhinged brothers.

Their mothers and Karlheinz were just as bad, if not even worse. The Mukamis could not redeem themselves but they were bearable, especially Azusa who was just less annoying and irritating, or atleast didn't make you wanna dig your nails in your skin and clutch hard till it bleeds, like the others. You had an exception between the seven Sakamaki siblings as well, whom was Subaru.

Subaru was one helluva person to deal with. If not for Karlheinz introducing you to his past, you would've kept your first impression of him, which was he had rabies.

That boy was as layered and complicated as an onion, and trying to navigate through his mind and emotions was gonna drive you mad. One moment he's calling you a dense ass for dropping a pencil or getting bitten, and the other he's glancing at you all soft like a high school girl in love would.

You swore you have spent and used more brain cells on trying to see through him than you had on maths. He could be downright cruel at times, and even dismissed you so harshly that you favored the men-whore final boss (Laito) over him for some while, which didn't last long when he forced you so adorably in a 'relationship' with him or is what you thought, since he ordered you to resist if any of his brothers try to bite you. What else did it mean?

He would become absolutely feral when he got jealous. It was pretty easy to make him reach that point, but dangerous. He would start yelling at you and destroying everything around him in blind rage when he saw you talk to a male teacher or student or his brother's, going as far as attempting drain you of plasma. It was all too tiring and frustrating, you wanted nothing but quietness, to be left alone and ignored.

His delusion of you being his was so utterly nonsensical, but you went along with it for your safety and sanity, it was wise to sometimes give up and give in to his delusions, which he used as a control and power element. Resisting only meant to get bit to near death, where you'd start to see stars and lights that you thought only existed in cartoons, or, like these times, when he'd strangle you.

-where you'd snap.

"Shut the FUCK UP!" You'd yell at the top of your lungs, couldn't you even be strangled to death silently? His yammering of you being a betrayer was so damn irritating. Subaru jolted and flinched away form the volume of your voice, that look on your eyes, he backed up slightly, his grip on your throat weakened. In a swift movement, you dug your nails deep into his unhealthily pale wrists, shoving him away with every ounce of strength you had left.

Subaru stumbled backwards, catching himself quickly, his white boots stepping on a broken shard of glass from a vase that you bet was supposed to be cherished. You felt guilty for using one of his traumas against him to make him halt, stop. Yes, but did it save you from getting choked? Yes.

The anger was incredibly contagious, you bite your lip to hold back all the insults and traumas you could bring up, knowing that it would just bring you brutal death and a quick burial in dirt in the next hour, you shut your mouth, trying to find saliva to relieve your sore throat that was deeply in dire need of moisture.

The grip he had on your throat just now had been so tight you could've sworn he had actually meant to kill you for a second. Your breathing became labored. Your heartbeat was stubborn and didn't wanna settle down. Your eyes stared back at Subaru's with a mixture of tears and fury, you blink. Trying to help your eyes get used to the light again.

Both of you had your flaws and toxic traits, you suddenly found yourself on top of Subaru, a hard grip on his hair that matched his on your throat earlier, you wipe salty tears away, everything was a blur. You swore you couldn't remember a thing. You'd insult other people for not controlling their actions, yet you couldn't keep yours in check either.

"Sorry," You murmured against his pale skin, kissing alongside the hickies and bite marks you left on his neck. They looked painful. He was a vampire, so you didn't worry too much. They'd heal in an hour or two. You were still between his thighs, cum dripped down his hips and legs.

"You just piss me off sometimes...It's so childish when you start yammering and yelling, creating scenes when I talk to anyone," You watched his wine red eyes trail down in something like shame. His mouth was sewed shut, he was already embarrassed from moaning as loud as he yells. He was cuter when he was quiet, you note, and grin silently, propping yourself on your knees to thrust inside him again without warning, tearing a shriek from the albino beneath you, he drops his head down on the pillows, you were making him feel way too good, as rough as it was.

It almost seemed like you were still taking your anger out on him as you pounded inside him harshly. Subaru felt his stomach coil and he tightens, when you'd lean down to whisper sweet nothings in his ear that didn't match your humping.

“C-ca- ah! Can’t! Hah..” Subaru whined shakily, a sound he'd drop dead before making if he was in his right state of his mind. He hiccups and whimpers as he covered his face with his hands. “So full..hic- too much," His legs dangle like a rag doll's from your shoulders as you plundge inside him deeper and deeper with each delicious thrust.

You lean down with a sigh, catching Subaru's lips in a kiss, and grab at his long bangs, tugging hard to tilt his head upward, and swallow down the loud wail that was about to wrack from his body as he came, vibrating slightly and hips thrusting up pathetically in the air. His fangs poked at your lip a bit painfully as he tried to bite down his noises, now chasing after your lips and the little blood that threatened to spill.

Getting strangled or beat again later from a flustered Subaru wouldn't be surprising after wracking his shit, but it was worth it. You could only laugh as he emptily threatened to break your arm after this, complaining that he couldn't feel his legs and that you're a perv.

─── ˚୨୧⋆ @enj4s ♡ @un0rin ♡

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[veronicaphoenix]

zutto — chapter ten | wc: 3.7k | series masterpost | prev. chapter

Chapter summary: the tour ends and Noah and Lia reunite with Noah's grandmother.

Reading time: 15mins aprox.

Author's note: this chapter is more fast-paced than previous ones. It's a bit of a filler because this was supposed to be included in chapter 9, but it felt too long so I split it. + I have an interesting question for you readers at the end of the chapter ‼️

Tags and trigger warnings: established relationship, angst, insomnia, talks of mental health, anxiety, medication, fluff, comfort, it's implied that noah marked lia in the previous chapter, shower sex, lia visits a cosplay shop and buys a certain costume, matt teasing lia on repeat about it, dirty fantasies (including giving oral while on her knees and being called a good girl), noah and lia reunite with hana, finally.

General trigger warnings: this work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction, abuse, & violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

Noah was deep in sleep. Or so it seemed. He had fallen asleep within seconds after washing up and putting on some boxers. 

The room was dark, but Lia could still make out his long figure lying on his stomach beside her. She was sat, her back against the headboard. She hadn’t been able to fall asleep yet.

Thoughts were drilling into her mind. They had started as soon as she settled into bed, tucked against Noah’s chest. The high they had shared together had been so intense that the moment calm settled into her bones and the room, —the moment Noah’s breathing slowed and she knew he was fast asleep—, that part of her brain, the one intent on sabotaging every good thing in her life, woke up.

She waited, battling the thoughts, the voices. Minutes passed. She untangled herself from Noah’s arms to shift positions. An hour dragged on. Still, she couldn’t find comfort, so she eventually sat up. More time passed. At some point, tears began to slip down her face as memories resurfaced: every time she’d pushed him away, how cold she’d been to him during the last tour, how she had screamed at him, pushed him, blamed him for making her fall in love with him.

As of late, when she felt this way, her solution was Noah—Noah’s arms around her, Noah’s soothing words whispered in her ear, Noah’s soft kisses. But now Noah was asleep, and she wasn’t about to wake him, not after the exhaustion he’d been carrying since yesterday. They hadn’t slept on the plane. Then he had soundcheck, a nearly two-hour show, and later, when they reached the hotel room past ten p.m., he’d still been a gentleman, seducing her and convincing her to make love. He deserved his rest now.

So what was left?

The pills in Noah’s bag.

She spotted the bag’s shape from where she sat. All she had to do was get up, take two steps to reach it, and find the bottle inside.

She was about to move when Noah’s hand wrapped around her bare thigh. His head lifted from the pillow, his eyes squinting in the darkness to see her.

“Lia? What are you doing?”

Lia cursed silently. She sniffed, wiping her eyes as she looked away.

Noah shifted, lifting himself onto his forearms.

“Are you crying?”

“Yes. I’m crying,” she admitted.

Noah watched her as best he could in the dark for a moment, then gently commanded, “Come here, lie down next to me.” 

He pulled her into his arms.

“Was it a nightmare?”

“No. Just... thinking,” she replied, her voice muffled.

He closed his eyes again, halfway between sleep and wakefulness. 

“Thinking about what?”

“Last tour. How badly I messed it up.”

Noah hummed softly, cradling her head against his chest without saying a word.

“That’s in the past, Lia. Focus on this tour, how well it’s going.”

His voice was a soothing lullaby in the dark, and she sobbed quietly once more, clinging to him.

“Please... hold me?” she whispered, scared. Scared of the voice winning, of eventually getting up and reaching for the pills.

Noah tightened his hold, entwining his leg with hers beneath the covers.

“I’m not letting go,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her head. “Try to sleep now. I’ve got you.”

Clutching his t-shirt in her fist, she tilted her head to press her cheek against his chest. She focused on the warmth of his body enveloping hers, cocooning her in safety, comforted by his familiar scent.

It was okay. He had forgiven her. She had forgiven herself... right?

She was allowed to feel sadness and anger over what had happened, but she couldn’t let that dark voice win. This was a battle she was fighting, and she was going to win it.

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of their hotel room, casting a warm, golden glow over the rumpled sheets. As Noah finished getting ready, Lia sat on the edge of the bed, idly scrolling through her phone. She wore black jeans and a white tank top, her grey cardigan loosely draped over her shoulders, one side slipping off to reveal a glimpse of bare skin— skin she’d carefully concealed with makeup to hide the evidence of Noah’s possessiveness. The day ahead promised adventure with the crew, but she seemed lost in thought.

Noah came over, adjusting his hoodie. They had a brief window before he had to leave for an interview with the rest of the band. His gaze became more intent as he took a closer look at her. 

“You look tired.” 

Lia tilted her head up to look at him. His fingers reached out and brushed her cheek, his thumb tracing just beneath her eye. 

She offered him a small, reassuring smile. 

“I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep great last night.” She chuckled softly, shrugging. “I’m still tired, but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

“Why don’t you stay in and rest?”

She shook her head. 

“I’d rather go shopping while you’re gone.”

Noah’s brows furrowed, his hand lingering on her chin. 

“You sure?”

“Positive,” she said. “I’ll be the one taking a power nap before the show today. Don’t worry about me.”

He studied her a moment longer, his gaze softening even more as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“Alright.” He let go of her face only to order her to lift her chin. When she did so, he leaned down to kiss her lips. “Text me if you find something cool, yeah?”

“Will do,” she replied as she watched him walk to the door and open it. “Good luck with the interview,” she called after him.

“Thanks!” he called back, disappearing into the hallway, leaving behind the familiar ache of missing him. 

But despite the quiet settling in the room, Lia found herself looking forward to the day.

After Noah left with the guys, she met up with Matt and a couple of the crew in the hotel lobby, ready to explore the city. Davis was already scrolling through his phone, trying to find the closest Starbucks. When he did, they stepped into the streets.

The air was cool, the chatter of locals and tourists blending into the urban soundscape as they stopped at a Starbucks just a few blocks away, the familiar green logo standing out against the colorful street signs. While the crew placed their orders—lattes, iced Americanos, and frappuccinos—Lia opted for a Sakura oat latte, something she always enjoyed when they were in Japan. 

Once caffeinated, they wandered through the streets, stopping in shops selling everything from manga to electronics. Soon they found themselves at the entrance of a brightly colored cosplay shop. Lia’s eyes lit up as they stepped inside, the racks filled with a wild array of costumes, wigs, and accessories.

The shop was a riot of colors and fabrics, a dream for anyone into anime or cosplay culture. Lia loved the creativity of it all, even if she wasn’t into cosplay herself. She had always been fascinated by fantasy worlds and magical creatures—her love of drawing them showing up in everything she created, from the band’s merch to the sketches she did in her free time.

Her eyes wandered over the different outfits, but one in particular caught her attention. It was a playful kitty costume, complete with pink cat ears, a choker with a bell, and a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit, tail included. Lia raised an eyebrow at the sight, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. What if she wore that and waited for Noah, kneeling on the hotel bed…?

“That’s cute,” Matt said, noticing where her attention had landed and startling her. She hadn’t noticed he was standing right next to her, Starbucks cup in hand. “You’d look pretty good in that.”

Instead of blushing, Lia rolled her eyes. Classic Matt—bold and unfiltered.

“I’d probably look ridiculous.”

Matt gave her a knowing smile. 

“Nah, Noah would love it. He’d probably lose his mind.”

That’s when she blushed. She looked away from him as a few more risqué scenarios flashed through her mind, ones she wasn’t about to voice in front of him. She could already picture Noah’s eyes lighting up when he saw her in her knees, chin tilted up towards him as she licked his lips and pulled down his jeans and boxers before getting her hands on his cock. She would take him in his mouth and pleasure him for hours on end only to have him cradle her head and tell her she was such a good girl. 

She had drifted off, for she didn’t notice Matt’s amused growing smirk until he pointed out, 

“You’re turning all red.”

Lia snapped back to reality and glared at him. 

“Just get it!” He urged, grinning.

It was ridiculous, but maybe ridiculous was exactly what they both needed after the intensity of the tour so far.

She bought it, unsure of when she’d ever have the chance to wear it. She’d need to feel confident first, and that definitely wasn’t going to happen at Grandma’s house—out of respect for her and for the sake of privacy.

She paid for the costume, stuffing the bag into her backpack as they left the shop. 

The day passed in a blur of sightseeing and laughter.

Lia pushed the hotel room door open nearly three hours later, her arms full of shopping bags, her cheeks still flushed from the cool autumn air outside. As the door clicked shut behind her, she dropped the bags onto the small armchair by the window, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

“Noah?” she called out.

“Shower!”

The sound of running water from the bathroom had just stopped. Moments later, Noah emerged, steam trailing him as he stepped into the room. His inked chest was still glistening with droplets of water, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, and his damp hair fell in messy, wet locks over his forehead. The sight was almost casual—too casual—yet there was something about him standing there, so unbothered by his own half-dressed state, that made Lia’s heart skip.

“Hey,” he greeted her, a warm smile playing on his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back. “Did you have fun? Buy anything good?”

“Yeah, just some typical stuff,” she said casually after he pecked her lips. She pulled out a couple of the things she’d bought—a novel with a beautifully designed cover, a few art books showcasing the works of Japanese artists, and a collection of snacks in bright, colorful packaging.

Noah eyed the items with mild curiosity.

“Nice haul,” he said with a nod. His eyes flicked to the bag that had the word “cosplay” written on it for a split second, but he didn’t saying anything. “Those snacks look... adventurous.”

“They’re weird, right? I have no idea what half of this stuff is, but I figured we could try some of them later.”

“Deal.” 

Lia moved toward the armchair and discarded her cardigan. The air between them felt warm and comfortable, a bubble of shared energy after being apart for most of the morning. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“How was the interview?” 

He shrugged, still casual, but she noticed the way his fingers brushed over his arm absently. 

“It was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary, really.”

“Anything interesting come up?”

He hesitated, just a beat too long before answering. 

“Nah, same old questions about the project, some boring stuff about the process. You didn’t miss much.”

Noah stood by the window for a moment longer, watching Lia settle on the bed. The soft hum of the city outside filled the room.

As Lia plopped onto the bed, she wriggled her way toward the pillows, getting comfortable in the fluffy mess before yawning. She propped her phone on the duvet, checking notifications with sleepy eyes and texting Emery, feeling a tad guilty that her best friend wasn’t here with Jolly when she was with Noah.

Noah’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he crossed the room with that easy, laid-back air of his. The towel around his waist was hanging by a thread, and as he passed the foot of the bed, it slipped off without a second thought.

He didn’t even flinch as he walked naked to his suitcase, pulling it open with a soft zip. The way his bare skin moved in the late-morning light felt strangely natural and there was a beauty to it. There was no awkwardness, no hesitance—being like this in the same room as her. It felt like the same ease they had shared when they were just best friends, when movie nights meant sprawling on the couch in sweatpants and devoring the take out order. Except now, there was this new layer—one where he could walk naked around her feeling shameless and unbothered.

Lia glanced up from her phone just as Noah leaned over to grab a pair of boxers from his bag. Her gaze flickered over his body—his butt. She bit her lip until a yawn overtook her again. She settled deeper into the pillows.

“Still sleepy?” Noah asked, pulling the boxers up before turning to find a t-shirt. His voice was soft, as if he knew she was somewhere between awake and dreaming.

Lia stretched her legs out, sighing. 

“The Sakura latte I had didn’t help much, to be honest.”

Noah chuckled, grabbing a shirt from the pile and pulling it over his head, the fabric clinging to his still-damp skin. 

“Why don’t you call reception and ask for another coffee to be brought up?”

She shook her head, her phone slipping from her fingers as she laid it beside her. 

“It’s okay. We’re meeting everyone downstairs for lunch in thirty minutes. I can manage.”

Noah walked over to the bed and tickled the bottom of her foot. Lia squealed, kicking her foot away and dissolving into giggles. The sound made him laugh too, that deep, familiar sound that had always made her feel at home.

“Okay,” he said, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her, the warmth of his minty breath brushing her skin. Then, without another word, he disappeared back into the bathroom, the sound of the hairdryer kicking on as he set about styling his hair.

The rest of the tour was a whirlwind of excitement and joy. The crew was ecstatic—the tour another success. Each day had been an adventure—packed shows, vibrant crows, and the hights that lingered when they met after in hotel lounges or local bars. It was hard to tell who has higher on the euphoria of the experience. Even though they were exhausted—band memebers and crew, there was a collective felling of fulfillment and pride that wouldn’t go unnoticed. 

Last night in Kyoto, they clinked glasses and laughed. It was nearly midnight, but everyone was wide awake, sharing stories from the day and anecdotes that had everyone cracking up. Lia was squashed between Folio and Bryan, sipping a strawberry mocktail. 

At first, it felt a little strange to sit there surrounded by people drinking alcohol. The first time they’d decided to go out, Noah made sure she was comfortable with it, letting her know that if it ever got overwhelming, they could leave and head back to the hotel.

But that didn’t happen.

She was fine, even as the others indulged. She focused on the good company, the light-hearted conversations, and everyone’s joy. She didn’t need alcohol to feel it. Still, she couldn’t help but notice Noah also stayed away from the drinks. It wasn’t just for his health; she was almost certain he was doing it for her, silently supporting her in ways he wouldn’t openly admit. The thought made her smile—grateful, but a little suspicious.

The tour wound down with two final days in Tokyo. The chaos of touring followed them whenever they stepped out of the hotel, but inside, Lia and Noah managed to carve out moments just for the two of them. Most nights, they were too exhausted to do anything but collapse into bed. But one morning, while savoring a shower together before meeting everyone downstairs for breakfast, they shared a sweet moment of lovemaking against the shower tiles. Their kisses were soft and unhurried, with Noah’s hands cradling Lia’s face as water droplets slid down their skin. A moment later, he was holding her up, her back pressed against the cold wall, the sudden chill sending a shiver down her spine—just as Noah eased into her, no words or questions needed.

It was slow despite knowing they were on a time crunch to meet the crew downstairs. They orgasmed together, but the focus had been on the shared intimacy—the feeling of each other and the water cascading over their bodies. With Noah panting against her chest, occasionally brushing his lips against her breasts, Lia gently pushed the damp hair from his face and studied him. Water droplets clung to his eyelashes, his lips parted, brown eyes staring at her with a raw intensity, the afterglow of his release written all over his expression. She had never seen a man more beautiful.

On other days, they’d slip away for quiet afternoon dates, strolling hand in hand through charming cafés and narrow alleyways, laughing as they tried to decipher the meaning of Japanese characters displayed above every shopfront. 

During the last stop, they explored Tokyo with the rest of the crew. They visited Shibuya Crossing, enjoyed the breathtaking views from Tokyo Skytree, and the vibrant pulse of Harajuku. There was something surreal about the contrast between the high-energy city and the peacefulness of places like Meiji Shrine, where they found rare moments of calm even as a group. It was a balance of excitement and serenity, a much-needed pause before the final show. 

As their adventure drew to a close the day after the final concert, the mood shifted to bittersweet. Everyone gathered in the hotel lobby, taxis lined up outside with suitcases already packed into the trunks. As always, there was a deep sense of joy among the crew, but now it was laced with the quiet sadness of saying goodbye to the country that had embraced them so warmly.

Lia and Noah exchanged tight hugs and heartfelt farewells, laughter mingling with promises to reunite again once their extended stay in Japan came to an end. 

Lia was laughing at some last-minute comment Folio made when Jolly leaned in toward Noah.

“I can’t wait to see Emery, man.” 

Noah smiled and clapped him on the back. 

“Not long now.”

“Yeah, not all of us are lucky enough to have our girlfriend right here, working together, and getting to see her—and sleep with her—every night,” Jolly replied, flashing Noah a teasing grin. There was no malice in his comment, just envy of the good-natured kind.

Noah chuckled.

“You’ll catch up soon enough.”

“Emery’s meeting me at the airport in L.A.,” Jolly informed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I'll be staying at hers while you and Gremlin are gone."

“Alright,” Matt cut in, his voice loud enough to grab everyone’s attention. “I guess it’s time for us boring folks to head to the airport, or we’ll miss our flight.” He slung his backpack over his shoulder and turned to Lia and Noah with a sly grin, mischief dancing in his eyes. “You two enjoy your vacation. Heading to one of those deer parks? I hear you might spot some cute little kittens wandering around, you know—wearing collars with bells and all.” He stretched out the word kittens, eyebrows raised suggestively, clearly reveling in the way Lia instantly flushed red.

Lia, who had been fiddling with a black beanie, tossed it at him.

Noah glanced between them, confused. 

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Lia replied quickly, trying to brush it off with a wave of her hand, her voice a little too light. She shot Matt a sharp look, but he just chuckled, clearly delighted by how flustered she was as he tossed her beanie back.

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it.” Matt teased, raising his hands in mock surrender as he made his way to the door, still grinning. “Say hi to your Grandma!”

With the moment passed, the group gathered for their final round of goodbyes. There were hugs, more jokes, and promises to stay in touch as the last of the crew headed out to their taxis. Finally, it was just Lia and Noah.

Noah draped an arm over her shoulders.

“Ready to go?” 

Lia nodded, her face still slightly warm from Matt’s teasing, but a smile tugged at her lips. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They slipped into their waiting taxi, leaving Tokyo behind as they made their way toward Hana’s house—a quiet village not more than forty minutes away from Tokyo.

The Tokyo skyline faded into the distance as the taxi navigated through the countryside. It was only as she looked through the window, that the anticipation of seeing Grandma after almost two years began to settle in. 

As the taxi pulled up to the familiar garden gate about forty five minutes later, Lia’s pulse quickened. The house stood at the end of a short, flower-lined path, and just beyond the gate was the garden she’d been dreaming of. She spotted the little flowers she had planted years ago—small clusters of delicate blooms that had somehow survived, thriving against the odds. 

The house looked just as she remembered—quaint, cozy, with its worn wooden beams and the small porch that wrapped around the front. The path was lined with tiny bursts of color, the garden alive with flowers and greenery. 

Noah gave her hand a squeeze before letting go and reaching for their heavy suitcases.

They reached the front door, and as it swung open, there stood Hana, her hair now completely white, gathered in a low bun. She looked a little smaller than before, but her warm, familiar smile hadn’t changed at all. In that moment, all the emotions Lia had been holding in came rushing to the surface.

Her luggage slipped from her hands, landing with a thud on the floor. She didn’t even bother to take off her shoes. She rushed forward, crashing into Hana’s open arms, burying her face in the soft fabric of her soft knitted cardigan.

As she sobbed into Grandma’s shoulder, all she could hear were the words, 

“My sweet girl, it’s been so long.”

Hi, my lovely readers! V here 🌸 I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As we move forward, I have a question that I've been meaning to ask for weeks now and which I think will also help me engage more with you <3

The following chapters will provide answers to a lot of things that happened in the previous parts (ikigai & koi no yokan). Next chapter specifically, will have grandma showing something to Noah and Lia that she has kept since they were children. I want to see how fresh your memory is (I know I posted Ikigai like a year ago lol)😅 But! Any idea what it could be? 🤭 Leave your thoughts in the comments ✨

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‼️ //🥀OOC🥀// ‼️

Hey guys, I hope all is well!..

Recently, I’ve been talking to some admins, and they expressed an oddly similar discomforting/uncomfy feeling about @//an-honest-endeavor’s posts that many others have been experiencing as well, including me.

Please, please, don’t go after the endeavor blog, or any blog that associates with him. This is just a simple explanation on why me and many other MHA rp accounts will not be communicating with him any longer. This is not a call-out post, and no one will be discriminated against if they’re close with the endeavor blog.

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1. Sudden flirty/ooc comments that is confirmed to me that the admins felt a little uncomfortable, but kept in character anyway to not upset the Endeavor blog

The anonymous admins for the Chrono and Overhaul blogs explained to me how they felt pressured into answering Endeavor’s reblogs. I understand where they’re coming from- especially the SS’s on Overhaul’s end where Endeavor gets agitated in the first 2 images- and immediately switch up in the 3rd SS where Endeavor tags Overhaul in a separate post. On Chrono’s end, the admin also felt stuck when responding. Yes, they could have completely ignored him- but there are people pleasers that have a hard time saying ‘no’ to others (*cough* I’m one of those people *cough*)

2. Denying endeavor’s actions that caused trauma to Dabi/Touya

We all are aware of Endeavor trying to atone his abusive ways towards his family from his past in the anime/manga, but the damage has been done and obviously it isn’t forgivable. The admin behind the Yumiko (OC) blog pointed these comments out from endeavor and it got me- very puzzled. The whole reason behind Touya being Dabi is mainly because of Endeavor’s abusiveness and parental neglect. The Yumiko admin expressed to me how stressed out they became when the admin behind endeavor went defensive, which I’m still very puzzled about because Yumiko wasn’t wrong about how parents could give their children psychological issues/trauma that weighs on their shoulders throughout growing up? Look at Natsuo, he wants nothing to do with Endeavor and refuses to forgive him despite him changing. If I was in the Todoroki’s shoes, I wouldn’t have forgave him either- honestly I’m with Natsuo on this one 😭

What baffled me the most is that the endeavor admin assumed yumiko’s admin was saying that all people with mental illnesses become serial killers..??? That isn’t what they were trying to say at all?? When I looked at the post myself, that just drew the line for me.

HONORABLE MENTION: #stopharassingdabi

My bestie that runs one of the Dabi blogs just showed me this SS of one of endeavor’s questions he sent to their inbox a while ago- They have more but they only wanted me to show this one.. This is not a good apology to your son, endeavor 😔

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I am not hating on Endeavor enjoyers, that’s absolutely not the case here. This person has made a good number of us rp-blog enjoyers very uncomfortable, so we decided to close contact with the account.

I’m not quite sure on how to end this off— All I’ll say is that if something or someone makes you uncomfortable, put your foot down and speak up. No one deserves to be put in a distressing situation. Thank you. ❤️

[scoliosisgoblin]

Do you think Jerry Smith deserves the hate from his family?

honestly? IT DEPENDS

Jerry is one of the most pathetic fictional men of all time and he constantly made it known, if that makes sense?

the hate Rick had for Jerry in the first few seasons is truly understandable — a young Jerry knocked up his 17 y/o daughter, which forced her into a situation where she felt the need to have the baby and get married to him. he gets by in life being pathetic and making people feel sorry for him, which is why I DON'T hate the conflict between him and Rick at all. however, I would've liked a scene where Jerry calls Rick out for potentially abandoning Beth (not knowing what actually happened)

I feel bad for Summer, she used to be quite close with Jerry and Jerry seems to take advantage of that, or at least TRIES to. in S2 Ep 9, Look Who's Purging Now, Jerry tried to get Summer to give him money, since he lost his job in S1 iirc. I'm pretty sure it's happened a few times because of it. also, she's a teen, teens hate their parents and stuff, so yeah

with Beth, I hate it for the most part. she was so obviously in a toxic relationship with her father that never really got addressed until Space Beth showed up, but it wasn't even explored all that well. she's so quick to hate on Jerry because of Rick's grudge against him, which would've been such an interesting topic to discuss — addressing the trauma she's gone through instead of just playing it out for jokes. I also don't like how toxic Jerry and Beth's relationship is majority of the time, and how they never explore it unless it's for a joke. it could be funny, yeah, but it's really just a waste of an opportunity to address their toxic behaviors and better them as characters

finally, with Morty, I get why he thinks so little of Jerry. he's a young teen viewing the world more from his grandpa's point of view. his views on life and the world around him is so heavily put into hsi head because of Rick, WHICH I LOVE TBH. I just dislike how.... they don't explore it very well....

Rick having a huge impact on Morty's thoughts and how he goes about his life is something I wish was handled better. they practically just said "this relationship is toxic, Rick is gonna fuck off for half an episode, then come back and everyone is gonna hate him" but that's a different story

also SPACE BETH — HER HATING JERRY IS GOOD FOR HER CHARACTER ‼️‼️ her getting along with Jerry nowadays is FINE, but SB is literally just Beth's more toxic traits exaggerated. and I love that about her, I love their rivalry. I always liked Beth and Jerry's rivalry tbh, but sometimes it'd get out of hand (which is what I was talking about earlier), and I dislike that their relationship has just become like "man I hate my husband", "honey I built a jigsaw :D". takes the fun out of it, makes it just.. sad

[unordinary-diary]

Blyke and John: Parallel Characters

I’ve written multiple entries about this,

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But I’m back to make a comprehensive analysis about the glaring similarities between these two. I’ll try not to repeat myself here.

‼️SPOILER WARNING for the whole series‼️ but this mostly focuses on the story before John’s suspension.

Firstly, this scene:

ch. 121

This conversation takes place near the beginning of the Joker arc. It’s after John targets Zeke, after he targets Juni, and the day before he goes after Seraphina’s kidnappers. The timing is important.

“If someone hit your best friend, would you let it slide?”

That question is supposed to remind us what John does to people who hurt Seraphina: hunting them down and sending them to the hospital. Blyke shooting a destructive beam really close to John was an example of a trait they share: they both blow up violently when people mistreat their friends.

John’s downward spiral carries strong themes of hypocrisy. He’s angry at the world, he’s angry at himself, and as a coping mechanism, he chooses to believe that everyone else is as bad as he is. That means that most of the traits he hates others for are the same things he hates about himself. In this scene, Blyke is unintentionally calling out this hypocrisy: “What I did is no different from what you do”.

But Blyke’s just trying to connect with John here, he has no idea what John’s been doing. And John, of course, doesn’t give a shit about what Blyke has to say. This line was here for the audience to notice.

They’re both so similar, but their similarity immediately causes tension between them because, well, John was on the wrong end of Blyke’s protectiveness.

I really love the way this was written— there are so many flashbacks to this scene, but they remember it differently. John remembers the part that hurt him— he’d describe it as “the time that jackass shot a beam at me”. Blyke remembers the part that hurt him, or rather, hurt Remi: “the time that jackass hit Remi for no reason”.

Blyke and John are both hotheaded characters with strong ideals. They’re similar enough that Seraphina points it out:

(ch. 80)

As Blyke grows as a character, he becomes more like John: sticking up for low tiers and speaking out against the injustice in the world. But while Blyke is doing that more, John is going in the opposite direction, until they are fully opposed to each other.

Speaking of Blyke’s character arc, it took me a few rereads to actually understand what part of him changed. His kindness, selflessness, bravery— all of those things were there from the start. Blyke’s character arc was about becoming more aware of his surroundings, and how his carelessness can harm others. Blyke was never malicious, but after X-Rei and integrating more with the school, he becomes aware of people suffering around him and how he unintentionally contributes to it. He becomes less reckless, privy to the flaws in the system he grew up not questioning, and uses his power more responsibly. He even comes up with a more controlled way to wield his ability. The part of Blyke that changes is his maturity.

Part of John’s character arc is also about being careful. It’s not as close of a parallel as other things are, but one of the things that John works on during his redemption arc is holding back. Both of them learn self-control throughout the series, and for John, that means acting early before his emotions spiral out of hand.

Adding onto my first point about the two of them wanting to protect their friends— the fact that they can’t do that makes them both angry and desperate. For most of the story, the “block” that prevents John from protecting Seraphina is in his head. It’s his own trauma that holds him back. The block that prevents Blyke from protecting his friends is, guess what? Also John’s trauma! Parallels abound.

Another thing I noticed in Episode 80 is this:

Notice that when Seraphina says “I’d take that over strength any day,” John is looking at the camera. He’s avoiding Sera’s gaze. Seraphina is saying she prefers honesty over strength. John is very strong, and very dishonest, but Seraphina thinks the opposite because John is so dishonest. John appears to be reflecting on this disconnect.

In relation to this analysis, Seraphina is actually pointing out a major difference between Blyke and John. Beyond that, she’s praising Blyke’s traits, (less strong but very open) above John’s traits, (strong as fuck but a liar with his pants on fire). Furthermore, John really cares what Seraphina thinks of him. Knowing that she would think less of him is the main reason why he spent so much time and effort preventing her from catching his lies.

This leads into my main point here: Blyke is the “goody-two-shoes” version of John. Or, more accurately, the person that John wants to be. Blyke has a clean track record and doesn’t really get into trouble. He is respected and left alone by the school without being hated and feared, he de-escalates conflicts without taking things too far, he doesn’t lose control, he’s someone Seraphina thinks highly of, hell, even his grades are better! Blyke represents everything that John wants to be, and the person that he could have been if he’d gone down a different path.

But, crucially, John is also what Blyke wants to be. Well, not wholly, but his ability? His strength? It’s one of the things John hates about himself, but Blyke wants that strength so desperately that he risks his life for it over and over again.

They’re both desperate to be like each other, even when they hate each other the most. Neither of them have any idea how alike they already are.

I don’t know what Season 3 holds in store for us, but I do hope that John realizes that Blyke embodies who he wants to be, because mutual jealousy would be a very interesting dynamic to explore in my opinion. I also hope that it ends up being something they can bond over, by helping each other accomplish their personal goals. (Blyke being another helper in John’s character arc, and John helping Blyke train.)

A side note: John beat up Blyke four separate times. That’s more than any other character, which is interesting because John’s main rival is supposed to be Arlo. For reference, John has beaten Arlo twice, three times if you count the time when Seraphina intervened, and he only beat him unconscious once. But John beat Blyke to the point of passing out all four times, the worst of which being a shot clean through his chest. (shoulder? Unclear. S1 finale).

It’s odd, isn’t it? Out of everyone, Blyke is the one who John physically hurt the most. John’s only grudge against him is an old memory from episode 33, of an event that didn’t actually harm him. John’s grudge against Arlo is much more serious and again— that’s his main rival. So why is it that he’s so much more violent towards Blyke?

The problem here is that I’ve been thinking about these fights as “John picking on Blyke”. And that’s… kind of true? But while Blyke didn’t start any of these fights, they were all consensual in a way. He didn’t seek to fight John, nor was he ever happy about fighting John, but he was always a willing participant.

(138, 153, 206, & 211)

In three out of these four fights, John didn’t even expect to be fighting Blyke going into it. This is significant because while Arlo is John’s main rival, John absolutely fills that role for Blyke. Blyke’s own agency is what leads to most of these events. The reason, narratively speaking, why they fight so much is not for John’s character, but for Blyke.

For John, his reason for fighting Blyke so much is not narrative but moreso symbolic. John is angry at everyone and everything, but ultimately the person he hates the most is himself. It’s only fitting that the character most like him would bear the brunt of his wrath.

As John is having his positive character arc (suspension and post-suspension), he is becoming more like Blyke, and the two of them reach a point where they’re even more similar than they were at the start of the series.

In the Rowden amusement park, John does start to realize how similar they are:

(249)

Additionally, I want to draw your attention to the parallels between this scene:

Blyke and John’s argument in chapter 249

(which the image limit won’t let me add, scroll until you see red hair.)

And this scene:

Argument in ch. 121 (it’s at the beginning)

Two sides of the same coin.

Furthermore, in the S2 finale, Blyke is shown being taken to Keon. There is an implication that by Season 3, Blyke and John will share Keon-related trauma as well. Despite my pessimistic predictions, I do hope that this is a similarity that can bring them together rather than tear them apart.

[nightcolorz]

so funny that people are only simping this hard for Louis because he tells us every single episode he's the saddest most tragic serial killer in the land. Literally seeing people with my own eyes say Louis has experienced trauma and loss Armand can never imagine under gifs of Louis making fun of human trafficking and the palazzo attack.

Like obviously Armand is a deranged bbgirl torturing and manipulating those men for love!! But people treat it like it's a 1v1 pvp whoever has the weakest finishing move is the Objective Innocent Victim, like abusive relationships between two mass murderers aren't more complex than numerically tallying who you think has the most strength points at any given moment. like louis has barely been concealing his disdain for armand since they met. He gives armand NOTHING. all he does is recreate every shitty abusive act he's ever complained about other people doing to him and doing them to armand.

swear the only thing that man thinks about when armand shares his tragic backstory is embarrassment at finding out that the entire time he was bragging about how everyone in the avant-garde movement tooootally like his art more than Picasso, Armand had paintings in the louvre.

Cw iwtv typical sexual abuse talk and spoilers for iwtv s2

ur so right literally say that shit 🙏‼️ I love Louis and I honestly find it so gross ?? How some people act like Louis is only capable of being objectively the exclusive victim in any given situation or relationship. like it’s fucking weird that someone would reduce him so exclusively to victimhood bcus he was in an abusive relationship to point where theyd insist Louis is not capable of causing harm or being a complex flawed person beyond his victim hood. It takes away his agency and reduces everything that is interesting about his character to one dimensional victim which like, why would u die on that hill as someone who loves Louis’s character?? It’s once again, fucking weird. Louis has been presented to us from the beginning as capable of violence cruelty and selfishness, and him being abused by lestat doesn’t take away his capability of being cruel to Armand 💀 I think that some people were so attached to their assumption pre s2 that Armand would be lestat part 2 who is even more abusive that they refuse to accept or embrace the much more complex reality. Loumand is toxic but very much mutually so, there has been thus far nothing to suggest that Armand is forcing Louis to be with him or abusing him in anyway akin to how lestat abused Louis. Jacob Anderson has even spoken about how louis and Armand are mutually toxic and louis mistreats Armand 😭and louis being a fucked up person is like, smth I wouldn’t understand why anybody would want to deny, it’s very overt. And dying on the hill of “Louis is never ever bad” is like, very weird to me especially since Louis is like canonically capable of being sexually exploitative (literally a pimp) and violent and selfish. Like I love Louis!! In all his horribleness 🙏 and you can too believe me 😭

it’s also fucking weird to insist that Armand is always 100% being manipulative and abusive in everything he does towards Louis bcus, especially in the case of him talking about his trauma, it makes some rlly uncomfortable and gross implications?! Like, I’m not here to say that Armand is the most ideal partner of all time who does no wrong 💀 obviously, he’s pretty mf gaslighty and horrible and violent, but suggesting that what is presented non ambiguously as Armand being vulnerable with Louis about his sexual abuse trauma because louis wanted to know the real him is definitely abuse and manipulation is…like fucked up? 😭 like?? The jump to “oh this character I don’t like is talking about being sexually abused to his partner after having a conversation about how they aren’t vulnerable enough with each other, yes this is Manipulative” is genuinely kind of fucking insane I’m sorry 😭🙏 what Armand has been through is incredibly horrific and noticeably difficult for him to talk about and the assumption that since everything is black and white and Armand is bad he must be talking about this with evil intent is dumb and it’s ignorant. Like yes abuse victim talking about his abuse to his partner who explicitly asked for him to share that, wow that is so emotionally manipulative of him. What a hill to die on 🙏I hope u guys who think like this don’t think this way about ur friends when they vent to u cuz omg 😭

I guess my point with this is that I’ve noticed a lot of people in their refusal to interpret Louis as anything but unambiguously in the right all the time r being like unintentionally offensive and ignorant in a way that’s wild to me 😭 Like guuuys, you can love Louis and talk about how his relationship with Armand is bad for him and Armand harms him without insisting that Louis mockingly telling Armand that the man who groomed and raped him as a child “made him into a little bitch” was justified 😭. Also, friendly reminder that Louis’s daughter was raped and abused in a similar way that Armand was, which rlly goes to show imo how fucked up the way he treats Armand’s sexual abuse is. Like if he is so willing to say shit like that to Armand the moment they have an argument I imagine that his empathy for Claudia does not extend so far. He still was a pimp lol 🙏 and it’s been pretty overtly portrayed time and time again that living a good portion of his life having a position of power where he sexually exploits women for money has limited Louis’s perspective and capabilities for empathy for the people who have been sexually abused in his life 🙏 and guess what!! 😋 this is the horrible abusive murderer show, u can still love Louis (I do) while knowing he is horrible 🙏

thanks sm for the ask ‼️

[kirisunshineboy]

𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚 | 𝙣𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

☆ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: niragi suguru/fem! reader

☆ 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: angst

☆ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION ‼️ this story includes mentions of rape, trauma, and overall is a mixture of angst, fear, and upsetting pity.

☆ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4,1K

☆ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: the reader is Niragi's partner and has been kidnapped by some thugs from The Beach, this is narrated from when Niragi rescues her and focuses mainly on how he deals with the reader's traumas that resulted from the rape and kidnapping.

☆ 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: originally this wasn't going to be posted because it was a way to release my stress, but my tumblr account is inactive because of the block I have so I give you this four thousand plus word shit, don't be hard on me. And yes, there is a lot of Niragi ooc.

Remember that this has sensitive issues, nor do I say that they are treated in the best way, in fact. It is fiction and literally just comfort reading, Niragi for no reason would act like this and we all know it. With that said, enjoy! ♥︎ oh, and english isn't my first language!

The woman shrank in place when she heard the door to the room open. There were fluttering footsteps and she began to tremble believing that the men had come again to hurt her. At this point her notion of time was completely evaporated, she didn't know if she had been captured for only hours or long days. The only thing going through her head was the sickening feeling of being in her own skin and a deep sadness that bore a first and last name. Niragi Suguru.

When she had been kidnapped from Niragi's room at The Beach, she believed he would come to save her quickly. But now that hope was slowly fading between her whispers. What if he himself had offered her to such men? What if he didn't consider her important enough to seek her out? She was aware of the coveted position Niragi held in utopia, surely he had already taken another woman and forgotten her.

Tears fell from her eyes again, which were accompanied by groans of terror as footsteps stopped beside her. She heard a familiar voice whispering her name and thought she was going mad. Her blindfolded eyes wouldn't allow her to see anything, but she still mustered the courage to ask.

"Ni-niragi?" she sobbed with a thread of hope. She hoped her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. "Is that you?"

The guy next to her moved closer and got down to her level on the ground, she could hear choked gasps coming from his throat. When she got no response, she crawled to the nearest wall, what if it wasn't him?

The man approached her again and placed his hand over hers, being careful of the handcuffs that adorned them.

"Honey..."

She felt her body tremble in a mixture of relief and sadness. She could recognize that voice anywhere, and it sounded so real that it was impossible for her to be hallucinating.

She didn't have a chance to react when the man removed her blindfold and she could finally see him.

Niragi was in front of her, the real, flesh and blood one. She was so impressed that she wanted to touch him to check that she was not crazy. His face was full of sweat and his hair was disheveled, there was dried blood on his clothes and some drops were smeared on his cheeks. Niragi gave her a few minutes to process the image while holding her own emotions in her throat.

"Honey, finally... I was so worried" He broke the silence by letting the air escape from his lungs; relief flooded his features and he pulled her to him protectively. That's when she finally seemed to react and began to struggle to break free from his embrace with desperate cries.

"No! Don't touch me! Let go of me!"

Niragi loosened her grip with confusion crossing his face.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

She had never refused his touch and he didn't like that feeling. He was trying to control the anger that had begun to boil in the pit of his stomach: okay, he'd just gotten her back after weeks, he didn't want to be aggressive with her, but it definitely wasn't helping.

She hugged her knees and cowered in place with only the sound of her crying as an explanation for her attitude.

"Don't touch me... Not anymore... Please..."

Niragi's eyes opened wide as she began to understand. She was in shock and had mistaken him for one of her kidnappers. His chest shrunk in a feeling that made him feel weak.

"It's okay, it's me... Niragi. I'm here now, you're safe..."

She looked up at the sound of Niragi's name and stared at him for a few seconds until the tears in her eyes made it impossible for her to continue. Her posture seemed to relax and Niragi took it as a signal to approach cautiously. When he was at a close enough distance for her to recognize him, he opened his arms in anticipation of her approach.

The woman seemed to mull it over for a few moments before she began to crawl into Niragi's lap, stepping into his arms with palpable fear. Niragi began to embrace her slowly, giving her time to get used to it and allow contact. She grew tired of waiting and clung to his shirt, not caring about the sharp smell of blood wafting from him. She had missed him.

She had missed him so much.

And having him there felt unreal. She began to cry again, partly out of guilt for doubting him, and partly out of relief to be free of that hell at last. Niragi held her in his lap and began to make slow circles on her back to make her relax.

"It's over now, I'm here."

"I was so scared and-" her voice came out in a broken mewl that stabbed straight into Niragi's chest. "I thought you weren't coming..."

Niragi tensed his body-why wouldn't he go looking for her? It was his property after all. She was his responsibility. He wanted to tell her that he couldn't possibly leave her, wanted to scream at her that he was in monumental error, but he restrained himself. He realized that she was already broken enough without him coming along to ruin her further.

Instead, he stood up with her in his arms. "Let's get out of here, let's go home."

He felt her cling tighter to his body as he carried her to the car Hatter had lent him to leave.

When they finally arrived at The Beach, Niragi took her in his arms again and carried her to the hotel, crossing quickly between the hoards of people who looked at them with curiosity and surprise. When Niragi realized that she had been kidnapped, he spread the news like dust throughout the inhabitants of utopia, organizing search parties and threatening those who refused. That, of course, included Hatter. The man had simply decided to surrender and give him leeway to avoid conflict.

Niragi heard murmuring all around him and gave them a terrified look that silenced them. He advanced faster, feeling her nervous movements in his chest.

"Niragi." He heard Hatter's voice behind him and let out a growl.

"Easy sweetie, we'll be in the room in a moment." He whispered to her before turning around and facing Hatter with a grimace of displeasure on his face.

Hatter ignored the man's menacing aura and smiled with mock glee. "I see you succeeded, you found her!" he clapped his hands. "Is she all right? Look it only took you two weeks to hit on her, maybe if you had listened to Chishiya it would have been faster, don't you think?"

Niragi clenched his jaw. "Fuck off, Hatter. You and I both know that fucker's intentions weren't to find her, but to seek out more Gambling Arenas under that excuse."

Hatter's smile faltered. "The important thing is that she's here now, isn't she?" he looked Niragi up and down, wrinkling his nose. "Go take care of her or whatever, but I want you to stop by my Office to talk about the trouble you caused at The Beach," he turned around ready to return to his seats, where three half-naked women were waiting for him, but added, "That's an order, Niragi."

Niragi walked away from him quickly with his blood boiling with anger. If he stayed any longer he would be able to kill him, but he had to think of the frail woman he was carrying. He walked up to the room he had been assigned and closed the door behind him, making sure no one would disturb them. He laid the woman on the bed to find that she was already asleep. He thought about waking her up to at least change her tattered clothes, but she looked so tired he didn't have the will to do it. He wrapped her in the sheets and stroked her head lovingly.

How could they have done that to her, why to her? Guilt for not protecting her settled in him and he clenched his fists in indescribable annoyance. He searched the corners of the room for his rifle and headed for the door, but not before taking one last look at the woman sleeping in his bed. He made sure to padlock the door and ordered three of his men to guard the door and report any slightest trouble to him.

He needed to take his anger out on someone, and he had heard that many traitors were unleashed recently.

When she awoke, she found Niragi's heavy body beside her. He had apparently taken a bath, for his face was now bloodless and he was wearing different clothes. Niragi's arms were wrapped around her vehemently, as if she feared being snatched away. She rose carefully to disengage herself from his grip without waking him and when she succeeded she sat on the edge of the bed. She could feel pain climbing her bones. Her mind was foggy and she didn't remember the events of the previous day very well, she only knew she was in a safe place. She sighed before standing up and walked to the mirror next to the bed. The glass gave her back the image of a bruised body with torn clothes and a bruised face with traces of tears. New tears welled up and she realized she didn't even have the strength to mourn. The strength left her body and she collapsed to her knees on the floor, hugging herself.

The sound of the falling body woke Niragi, who jumped out of bed and began to frantically search the room for her. His gaze caught her in a corner on the floor and he approached cautiously.

"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked trying to deduce. His mind clicked quickly when he noticed how much she avoided looking at the mirror and he hurried to cover it with a sheet and then positioned himself next to her to hug her gently.

She shivered wildly as she feels Niragi's touch on her skin.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Apparently she was still in a state of shock. She made herself small instead and her posture became defensive. She didn't want to be touched, what if Niragi did that to her too?

Niragi looked at her with one hand on his chest. His voice came out soft and shaky, as gentle as he could. "Honey, I'm not- I'm not that kind of man.... I wouldn't do it, you're safe with me.... "

That apparently only increased her panic, she covered her head with her hands and began slapping the sides of her face as a resource to focus. She wanted to stop remembering, she wanted to stop being afraid of him.

When Niragi saw the action, he lunged at her to grab her wrists as gently as he could to stop her.

"Don't do that, please... "

He embraced her slowly, fighting against her resistance.

"You didn't protect me."

Niragi could play he heard the sound of his heart being crushed inside his chest at that whisper. "W-what?" he asked, hoping, nay, imploring, to have misheard.

"You didn't keep your word-"

She sounded disappointed and hurt, as if every word she said generated pain. Niragi didn't understand why she was so afraid of him until he felt it. The pain. Her eyes, the teeth mark, the bruise on her neck, the torn clothes with finger prints and tears... Niragi stood still, in complete silence with a look of terror on his face as for the first time he became aware of her injuries.

He rubbed his eyes to dispel the small tears of rage on his eyelashes and pulled her close to him in desperation. He began to kiss her head to the rhythm of the choked cries she was releasing into his chest.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry really... I failed you, it's my fault..."

Niragi decided that the ground was too cold a place for her frailty and lifted her up in his arms. She, still uncomfortable that someone touched her, allowed him to lift her up. Niragi settled her on the bed carefully, not wanting to hurt her further. Niragi's embrace was enough for her to start saying everything that hurt her.

"I was so afraid-" Her voice cut off. "He caught me and I didn't know what to do-"

Niragi listened to her very carefully. "Honey, you can say it, you don't have to keep it by yourself. They're already gone, I took care of it, they won't hurt you again, I promise."

She hiccupped and wiped her nose before continuing.

"He grabbed my hair and started kissing my neck..." Niragi noticed how she had trouble breathing and contracted, as if she was living it all over again. "He started rubbing against me and I felt so-so dirty..."

Niragi was totally annoyed to hear this, his voice became very low, burning with anger.

"Did he...did he touch you anywhere?" His eyes flashed with a look that was a combination of anger, disgust and revenge.

She nodded her head slowly and took a deep breath before speaking.

"He-he touched me" Her sobs broke into screams and spasms ran through her body. She leaned her body more against Niragi in search of comfort.

Niragi's heart began to pound so hard he was afraid of breaking, his voice was quite low and soft, which was very rare for Niragi, as he was angry.

"Where did he touch you, honey?... I have to know where he made you feel so dirty..."

She bit her lip and pointed her body away from him with her gaze, as if she was ashamed to be herself. "He said it was my fault, that I brought it on myself-"

Niragi clenched his fists as he saw red. Curses and screams of rage came out of his mouth. He wanted to revive those fuckers and kill them again in the cruelest way possible for hurting his property, his innocent girl. Her body turned to jelly after each scream, showing how terrified she was of Niragi's wrath.

"He said you wouldn't go, that you had abandoned me with him- He said I didn't deserve to be saved and that you wouldn't help me..."

"Oh honey, I swear I never stopped looking for you, really forgive me, it was all my fault..... " Niragi snuggled her hard to his chest. "You're safe now, I won't let anyone hurt you or come near you, I'll take care of you."

She breathed to calm herself, lulled by Niragi's breathing. Her body still felt sore and dirty, so she decided to ask.

"C-can I take a bath?"

Niragi nodded still in the embrace and broke away from her to carry her towards the bathroom. He set her down on the bowl while he turns on the tub faucet to get the water warm. When the bathtub was filled, Niragi pulled out a bag of a green substance from a medical kit and poured it into the water. "It will help lessen the pain," he assured her. "Don't try to move around so much, you need to recover first."

She said nothing and when the tub was ready, she stared at the floor. Niragi didn't understand what was going on or why she hadn't gotten into the water or undressed, until she saw the bruises.

"Honey... You will suffer more if you don't go into the bath... Please... The warm water will ease the pain and help you relax... Don't worry, I'm here, no one will hurt you again."

She shook her head and pulled the clothes tighter over her body, considering whether to tell him what she thinks or not. In the end, she decided yes.

"I don't want you to see me like this" she whispered.

Niragi heard a white noise in his ears and an itch in his nose. "Oh, sweetie, don't worry about it, do you think I'll be ashamed of you? I don't care about your injuries, I just want you to recover, okay? Please go into the bathroom..."

She thought about it for a few minutes before resigning herself. She looked at Niragi with glazed eyes before she started to take off her clothes. Only a large shirt and shorts that came to mid-thigh covered her.

She carefully took off her shirt. She wore nothing underneath. When she was finally free of the rag, she turns around to turn her back to Niragi. She didn't want him to see her. She stopped when her hands reached the spring of the shorts. She began to sob. She felt so sorry for herself that her hands shook and she decided to wait to remove the lower part, where she is more hurt.

Niragi didn't know what to do, seeing her in that state broke his heart, he realized that she doesn't want to be seen, but seeing her with the last traces of her clothes, and her sobbing, the feeling of helplessness, pain, and frustration fell on Niragi.

"Can you...can you let me...help you?"

She bit her lip, trembling at the thought of a man touching her again but swallowed her fear.

"Yes" she murmured with a broken voice. She felt her skin bristle as Niragi approached. He placed his hand on the garment and waited for the signal to pull it down. He received a nod and he, contrary to the man, did it carefully and gently, afraid of hurting her. She looked up and turned her head back to see Niragi's expression. She felt her eyes fill with tears as she realized how he avoided looking at her.

She broke away from him in embarrassment and reached with her hand for the cloth she wore as a shirt a few moments ago. She covered herself with the cloth, there where she was hurt the most. She felt a lump in her throat and a doubt began to form in her mind, spitting it out before she could feel safe again.

"I disgust you?"

Niragi felt stunned by the question. What actions of his had made her believe that this was a possibility, at least?

"What the hell are you talking about, why would I disgust you? Stop thinking it's your fault, I would never say that about you, least of all for something you're not even guilty of."

She ducked her head and removed the cloth covering her bruised nakedness from Niragi, letting him see the real damage she had on her body. Niragi could see that she was spasming.

Her body was replete from head to toe with hideous, purple bruises. On her arms there were finger marks and on her neck as well. Reddening on her breasts and even small cuts on her abdomen. Niragi was afraid to look lower and find the worst part, but he took courage and clenched his fists as he looked down to her legs. Her thighs were bruised more than the rest of her body. There were purple finger marks between them, right where they joined. Niragi also saw that there was a bite mark on her right thigh. His heart wept as he noticed the dried blood between them, proof of the man's mistreatment of her.

"It hurts so much" she sobbed with her legs shaking.

Niragi, in a wrathful fury, but without harming her, did not let her go, but rather, took her carefully in his arms and sat her down in the tub which was already full. She lay still in the tub, feeling the water soothe her wounds. She stayed in the same position, hugging her body with what strength she had left, covering it from the pitiful look Niragi gave her. He pulled away a little to remove his shirt and she let out a frightened whimper when she saw him do so.

"What are you going to do?" she asked quietly. Niragi didn't answer and walked over to her, stopping on the edge of the tub next to her. Niragi took a sponge and filled it with soap trying to tell her that he took off his shirt so as not to get it wet. With the sponge, soap and warm water, he began to clean the bruises and all her wounds being as careful as possible not to keep hurting her and cause her more pain. He brought his hand up to her head and massaged it to relax it under his touch.

She dozed with Niragi's caress on her hair, realizing she was more tired than she wanted to admit. She let herself do it, letting Niragi go over her top with the sponge. Niragi was very careful to clean her chest so as not to make her uncomfortable. When her torso and arms were clean, Niragi began to work the sponge down toward her legs and the private space between them.

She became alert and forgot her tiredness when she felt the strange hand brush against her thigh. She started screaming with panic on her face.

"NO! LEAVE ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" she began to move her hands aggressively and splash water all over the bathroom "NIRAGI! HELP ME PLEASE! I DON'T WANT IT TO HAPPEN AGAIN!"

She was in a trance, mentally going back to the moment of her abuse, not recognizing the place where she was or the man crying in front of her. Soon her energy plummeted and her cries were uttered in soft sobs.  "Please... Please..."

Niragi, frightened, put down the sponge then bent over completely, and, with a great effort, lifted her by the waist and placed her over the edge of the tub, hugging her to soothe her in his arms. He did not separate until he saw that she could breathe again and gently, he covered her so that she was not naked.

She wrapped her arms around Niragi and squeezed him tightly. After a few minutes she seemed to react and slowly pulled away from him, avoiding looking him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry" her voice sounds hurt and deeply regretful. She doesn't know what she did, but she knows it's wrong and that it hurt Niragi. He strokes her head to comfort her.

"Honey, it's okay. Please...let me clean you...I want to heal you...I want to clean you from everything you suffered with that monster..."

She sat back down inside the tub and began to play with the water, trying to ignore the fact that she was going to be touched again. Niragi picked up the sponge again and put more soap on it. She held onto the edge of the tub to support her fear as Niragi gently took one of her legs and began to gently clean the blood from her. He repeated the action on the other leg and when he finished, he watched her eyes in anticipation of her permission to clean the space between her thighs.

Niragi's insides contracted at the sight of the blood, bruises and wounds that had

"I... please, please, can I... please clean you...?"

The woman watched him for a few seconds and complied, spreading her legs slightly. Niragi took a breath and she closed her eyes tightly so as not to see him approach, but she did not move. Niragi listened as she started humming a song to calm herself. Her lip's quivering, waiting for Niragi's touch.

When he finished cleaning her, she opened her eyes and began to play with the water silently, concentrating on the movement of the liquid inside the tub.

"I'm cold," she said after a few minutes. 

Then she said nothing, too tired to speak. Niragi took the towel he had prepared earlier and wrapped her in it, leaving the bathroom carrying her in his arms. He laid her on the bed while he searched the drawers for a change of clothes for her. He hurried when he heard her sneeze.

Niragi helped her dress quickly. She barely and barely stayed awake. Niragi took a blanket and covered their bodies as he hugged her. She reciprocated the touch by leaning against his chest gently.

Niragi stayed around her as much as possible, covering her with the blanket to keep her warm during this difficult time for her, until she realized that she had fallen asleep, and, from one moment to the next, had fallen into a calm, serene and relaxed state. Niragi let the flicker of a smile show on his face as he concluded that it was her first peaceful night in a long time.

And he would see to it that he would bring her many more.

[jinxificada]

WHATS UP FUCKERS its me your friendly neighborhood rizzler, skibidi anon! Back for some vamp!jinx action! I saw that ask honey, yall rlly had to mention me huh? Heh. One at a time ladies....

Okay picture this, silco as dracula and jinx as mavis, BUT. To this more into the arcane plot ill just put here that jinx was human before when she was still with vi, some kind of experiment happened that changed jinx into a vampire (where singed comes in) this is more of a LOL!jinx lore than arcane. After that incident vi couldnt recognize her sister anymore when jinx killed both mylo and claggor in under the haze of being hungry (she just escaped from singed) and vi abandons her (now this time litterally, but she regretted it now since that resulted to many deaths because she let jinx get away) now that jinx is alone, silco, although human, took her in because he sympathized with her situation (and that he wanted a vampire in his side too). Now she works for silco, helping him recruit other vampires. Sevika here is an undercover vamp hunter while caitlyn is a vampire hunter, vi got thrown into prison because she got accused of mylo and claggors death (she cant escape the prison arc i fear). How you and jinx met varies if youre a human or a vampire

Human: jinx wouldnt approach any human she has no business with because of how fragile they are (trauma) so i think you barged into their castle as a vigilante, not a vamp hunter, youre in search for silco for revenge because when he attacked the town with his vamp mobs, you parents/family/friend was killed along with your neigborhood. As silcos most loyal servant jinx shoukd have neutralized you in an instant but didnt as she also sympathized with you with your situation (youre both alone now.) So she spares your life, knocks you out and brings you back to the village. She gives you a warning to never come back to the castle. But ever since that moment you feel like something is wtching your evey movement (def not her).

Vampire: oh boy, she tried to recruit you and join silcos gang to try and overthrow the vamp hunters, but you dont budge, youre so- unrecruitable.....she tries many ways, being friends with you, physically kidnapping you, even seducing you lmfao, but youre just that girl! She was so frustrated but your guys interactions became a constant in her daily lives to the point you just hang out now while she slips in some "can you join us"'s in the mix (you alwys say no). (silco doesnt know this, that comes into play later).

WHAT DO YALL THINK🙏🙏🙏⁉️⁉️⁉️‼️‼️ SKIBIDI FLUSHED🚽🚽

vamp!jinx obviously had to have a sad backstory 😞😞 i need to give her a hug

im kinda hooked with human!reader being stalked by vamp!jinx….. imagine reader slowly going insane, seeing shadows in every corner and living on edge fearing that one of silco’s goons will come back to kill her. BUT she still thinks about the kindness of the pretty vampire that brought her home safe and sound ahhh.

now vamp!reader and vamp!jinx sounds like a mess 😭😭 hunting down humans date idea ig?? 🔥

[madmaxified]

letting myself cook and sharing my dead boy detectives swap au on here ‼️

( also i wanna note that if an adult and teen swap so do their ages, so some characters are aged down and some are aged up )

the night nurse ( or charlie as i have graciously renamed her in reference to what charles said in the finale ) takes edwin's place, still dies in the 1920’s but however, instead of dying at the boarding school, she dies in a ‘I hate women look i have a spell book boom demonic sacrifice’ style hate crime and that’s how she ends up in hell ( it’s giving rosalie from twilight’s death ) she’s still a bookish, nerdy little shut in, but there’s less of edwin’s sass and more of her being so blunt and straight to the point that she often comes off as quite rude

jenny takes charles’s place, she dies in the late 1980’s early 1990’s but instead of getting attacked by classmates her abusive, alcoholic father almost beats her to death and then she wanders out into the night in the middle of winter and dies of extreme hypothermia. she’s a lot more upbeat and outgoing than canon jenny is but is still giving jade west vibes. when it comes to her trauma and how she died, she’s alot more cagey about it and gets angry and just flat out mean any time someone brings it up so charlie always avoided talking about it. she’s a gay little fella and is one hundred percent fully aware of and comfortable with that fact.

charlie is still absolutely and one hundred percent in love with jenny but has a really hard time understanding feelings and so she’s not really sure what she feels most of time. jenny is utterly devoted to and in love with charlie but never knows when to tell her

esther is swapped with crystal comes from a long line of witches and has inherited those magical abilities and ability to see everything supernatural, but she’s lost her memories due to a sketchy deal with a demon she made in order to get out of some ‘trouble’ ( she killed her cheating boyfriend and his lover and wanted it covered up ) her and jenny make out a lot and it’s very messy and filled with way too many feelings and they’re not super good for eachother and it only makes charlie hate esther more. she’s a lot most mischievous than crystal is and legitimately believes lying, scheming and violence is the solution to every problem the agency encounters, she eventually leans tho because character development!

monty is swapped with niko and is the scooby doo obsessed nerd that lives across the hall from esther. he’s just as sweet as he is in canon and is the girl’s emotional support, grounded in reality member who’s job is essentially to make sure nobodies emotions get so incredibly out of whack no one can do their job

crystal and niko are a witch / physic medium and her cat familiar who was once a human girl. niko’s relationship with charlie is not romantic at all and instead niko and crystal have an insane toxic yuri arc going on. once they were both human and in love and happy but after lillith granted crystal eternal life niko realized she needed a way to be with her forever. crystal promised they could be together if niko let her ‘change’ her and then she made her gf into an immortal cat who she kinda emotionally manipulates ( toxic yuri save me save me toxic yuri )

edwin is esther and monty’s landlord, instead of running a butcher shop he runs a small independent bookstore and is still struggling to figure himself out. he’s less mean than jenny is initially, except to crystal he’s very mean to her, but is still very overprotective of his tenants

charles is the night nurse, overworked, underpaid and stuck in a job he doesn’t want, he’s just working towards retirement, and if he can catch those slippery dead girl detectives that might just been the case that fills out his retirement requirements. he’s just as fed up, if not more, than the night nurse is in canon

maxine is the cat queen, and on top of flirting with charlie and giving the poor girl a horrible sexuality crisis, she’s also flirting and teasing jenny every time the two get close, something jenny does not appreciate at all. her connection to crystal is through niko because since she’s a cat most of the time she’s technically one of maxine’s subjects so she’s always looking out for her

thomas ( the cat king ) is the pet shop manager with big heart eyes for edwin, who after being set up on a date with edwin by monty, reveals that he’s actually a creepy weirdo and then he dies ( everyone cheered )

bonus : when charlie confesses to jenny on the stairway to hell jenny confesses back and they share a kiss before escaping hell forever

( bonus two : this is only one of two swap aus I have for this show mwa ha ha )

[steveharrington]

as the strangers chapter one predictably flops i am thinking deeply about the plague in horror currently of remaking/rebooting franchises but straying so far from the spirit of the original that they honestly should have just been their own dam movie!!!

they sat down to make the strangers chapter one and said “we want to make a horror movie about two travellers finding a hostile close knit small town that will kill passers through…. let’s use the title about home invasion” and then the people who made the godawful netflix texas chainsaw massacre 2019 reboot said “we want to make a horror movie about gentrification and the trauma of school shootings…. let’s use the title about a family of backroad cannibals!!” like WHAT??? even scream 5 and 6 are so distinctly lacking the meta commentary and fun of the originals to the point that the only aspects that identify them as scream movies are the ghostface mask and the “legacy characters” (eye roll at that title) who they unceremoniously kill off in ooc ways. like my god. make your OWN THING ‼️

i know the answer is money and that studios know something attached to a familiar title will do better than an entirely new movie but oh my god it’s just like painful. if you are going to remake a classic, at least keep it in the spirit of the original. texas chainsaw massacre 2003 at least understood that and committed to the grime, the discomfort, the feeling that you aren’t supposed to be watching this. it’s not a perfect movie but it was clearly made with respects to the original.

and how are we ever going to have new iconic horror titles if no one wants to make anything new?? jordan peele is doing all the heavy lifting in giving us inventive entirely NEW works that aren’t just ripping off a title elsewhere. and yet i feel like when it comes to popularity, i see an equal amount of praise for mike flanagan, who i truly blame this entire phenomena on (idc if that’s unfair) because he just bounces from classic horror novel to classic horror novel making his own “spin” on them that absolutely robs the original stories of their intent and meaning. like oh my god. leave haunting of hill house alone. leave tcm alone. leave scream alone. i hate you

[the5n00k]

Trauma is not a competition (long post)

‼️Spoilers for the ghost and Molly McGee season 2!‼️

And 1 but that's a year old so I assume you've seen it already

Just like the title says, Trauma is Not a Competition. And somehow, Molly and Scratch understand that better than most people out there. Heck, better than most people I know in my own family. Let me explain:

All trauma is equal, if it traumatized you and changed you as a person, it doesn't matter what it is. It could be so much as a bad dentist visit or your house burning to the ground in front of your eyes. Trauma is trauma

I've heard some people imply Molly's trauma is not as bad as Scratch's because she's younger or hasn't endured the same pain of losing everything after death. But she did lose everything. Multiple times. Now I personally believe they've been through equally as terrible shit but even just saying that is reductive because it doesn't matter what my opinion is because trauma is equal.

For an in universe explanation of how the characters understand this concept, let's look at season 1:

As early as episode ONE, Scratch is empathizing with Molly. He doesn't remember Adia at this point or even care about Molly as a person, he just met her. But his expression changes in a very peculiar and specific way. He puts his walls up right after this though.

First Day Frights is a prime example of him going out of his way for her feelings that everyone points back to but what Really stands out to me are the two bandshell episodes and Saving Christmas. Molly gets repeatedly beaten down by circumstances out of her control and her positivity is sapped out of her. And it freaks him out. He can't stand to see her like this and does EVERYTHING in his power to return her "annoying" positivity. Perhaps he's empathizing subconsciously from a life full of disappointment? But regardless, he deeply cared about her problems from the very beginning. They mean just as much to him as they do to her

In Home is Where the Haunt is, he knows she's had to move a lot, leave behind a ton of friends, and that he means so much to her because she thought she'd never have to leave him. Everywhere she went, he was there because of the curse, he couldn't leave either and she must have unintentionally gotten security from that feeling, knowing he's always there. So when it broke, and she knew it broke, (she says "I've been thinkin..." she was probably thinking about the curse being broken for the entire month the month the McGees were homeless) he saw her worried and instantly comforted her. In the goofiest goofball way possible (while also low-key avoiding the issue) but that's just how he does things, he's not good with the feelings stuff so using humor is his next best option most of the time. But his "see? I'm not goin anywhere" was probably the most genuine we'd heard him be up until this point.

I don't know if he ever considered leaving but even then, what's the point now? He finally had everything he ever wanted and Molly needs him just as much as he needs her.

Moving onto season 2

Even in situations where he can't directly relate to her like in 100% Molly McGee, he tries his best to help her feel better. He's terrible at giving advice but he still tries his best. It really means a lot to me that even when he was bunging up the entire inspirational speech, he tried naming something he knew always cheered her up (that being "puppies")

He stayed up probably all night with her cramming in as much Thai education as he could with her just so she'd feel less inadequate around her family. Season 1 scratch wouldn't be caught DEAD (again) putting in that much work. He was even trying to help her through the dinner scene (even if they were both getting overwhelmed)

Most of the time, even if he can't directly relate, Scratch does Everything he can to make Molly feel better and that's the sign of a good friend. That's emotional maturity I wish more people had quite honestly. Now I've rambled about this dumbass (/affectionate) enough, where's Molly fall on this?

Well first of all I'd like to start this by saying she literally separated her soul from her body to save him so girlie is also willing to do Anything for him.

But most of her emotional encouragement comes from season 2, let's take a look.

A Soda to Remember is a good example of this. For as much as she really wanted to learn more about Scratch, she understood how scary it must be to suddenly remember a past you've completely forgotten. She was willing to let him make the choice himself and that is HUGE emotional maturity for a 13 year old. Like some adults will pry more than her, but she's more than okay with giving him his space if he wants it, even after putting in all this effort to get him this soda. It could have been a huge waste of time for her but she was still willing to give him a choice and to me that just solidified how far they've come as best friends.

Now here's the really spoilery part, PLEASE don't read until you've watched All in the Mind

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You have? Okay, good. Anyways

Molly is once again (understandably) thrilled to learn more about Scratch by experiencing his memories first hand. I've actually had a talk like they had on the boat with my family and friends that was very similar, she just wants him to open up and be honest about his feelings. Because keeping it bottled up (ha) is a recipe for disaster. She probably knows a lot about how much that hurts because despite all the pain she's endured, she has to keep this upbeat, chipper attitude to keep enhappifying others. She has to keep moving forward. I wish we got an episode where she just Acknowledged all the shit she's been through at such a young age but eh, beggars can't be choosers.

After Scratch admits he kept the Adia memory a secret, she isn't mad. She's just confused and a bit sad about it. She just somberly asked "why didn't you tell me?" She's a little hurt about it, obviously because she's his best friend, but she realizes how hard that must be to talk about, especially after how scared he sounded the entire time. And she reiterates what she told him in A Soda to Remember:

Then, they see the memory together.

(small aside, I think it's interesting with how many parallels there are to Molly and Scratch's relationship and Adia and [Scratch]'s relationship that Molly would see the blurry memory and ask "is that us?")

She saw the moving truck pull away, she knows now. She's been the one pulling away too. Countless times.

Both of them, regardless if it was s1 ep18 or s2 ep12(?)b, did NOT hold any resentment towards each other for being on the other side of the situation. A selfish asshole like scratch could very easily say "well how would you know? You're the one always leaving! You have no idea what it's like being the one who's left." but they're better friends than that. They both understand how much that entire circumstance SUCKS from either side. So she empathizes with him by mentioning how it feels to have people leave. Each time probably burned into her memory, no matter how short her time in any town was.

And she uses his own words to her to comfort his worry before he even expresses any. She recognizes how terrible that must have felt for him just how terrible it was that they had to move out of their forever home for a while. She remembered him comforting her after they moved back in and she began to worry about the broken curse. They both recognize how deeply hurt each other are by no longer having the people from their pasts in their lives. And they both reach out with nothing but empathy and understanding. They even extend the same care and compassion towards feelings they personally haven't experienced. Because they're best friends.

Might get a little personal here but I appreciate that they aren't one-upping each other constantly with whatever problem they currently have. I've had people do that to me and it's honestly discouraging and keeps me from opening up because it makes me feel like my problems don't matter. But their problems matter to each other, all of them. Even the stupid little problems they have, all of them matter

"If it upsets you, it matters" is something I've been told when I refuse to open up about something because I think it's dumb. And basically that's their entire relationship. If it bothers one of them, it matters to the other

I just think that's beautiful and a good, healthy friendship. Nothing is one sided, they both deeply care. They're both deeply flawed. Both deeply traumatized. Both deeply loving (platonically of course)

Ramble over, I have no idea if I got my point across At All because I had to stop writing this like. Three times to do something else lol but I think I got it. Hope you enjoyed me pouring my heart out because of Molly and Scratch. It will happen again. This is a threat

[astrobuggy]

Just little "talks" I need off my chest (most if not all will be about Lunar bc he's my fav, sorry 🤧)

Lunar has the potential to be really hot (yes I am a Lunar kisser)

I need them to do something with Lunars past designs and give him an identity crisis alongside with the traumas that come along with these models. I just need Lunar to be heavily traumatized (like an asuka reference or sum in that one scene, EVANGELION MENTIONED ‼️‼️)

If Lunar ever becomes an actual astral, I need him to have such a pretty color palette and be a femboy (karma for calling Solar a twink fr)

I need an astral focused episode. PLEASE 🙏

Yes, Lunar has flaws like his selfishness, self-centered attitude, and his cockiness (idk if I spelt that write), but who doesn't have flaws? PLUS IT MAKES HIS CHARACTER MORE INTERESTING AND I LOVE HIM

Lunar has great psychology points to him, which adds depth to his character (I loved his therapy talk with Nexus and Earth)

Whenever someone writes Lunar in fanfic with "pudgy" or big thighs, I see the pearly white gates known as heaven 🤭

Also, in general, making any tsams character phat (ESPECIALLY EARTH AND BLOODMOON)

I wish KC was still alive

Imagine KC taking in Lunar into his family since he took Bloodmoon and Eclipse with him and actually being a happy family somehow

Once in a full blue moon, I see alien art of Lunar actually implying his astral counterparts. I gain my wings for a second

It would've been cool if Eclipse actually cared about Lunar since the start. Imagine their dynamic, Eclipse a cold-hearted selfish being who wants nothing more than power but with only one weakness, one person who he truly cares about who also cares about him: his little brother, Lunar

Monty definitely sees Lunar as his kid (especially after today's episode. He was worried about not being able to help Lunar with star power if something came down like never seen before lowkey 😭)

I need more Rez content, please 🙏

I love creating head canons for my favorite characters. Just ignoring canon as much as I can to be in my little world

If Lunar dies, I need them to die in Geminis arms while Gemini doesn't know what to do or what they're feeling (despair, obv) while Lunar is just admiring Gemini for the last time saying all this sweet shit to them while Gemini is covered in his "blood" looking back at him

If Lumini becomes canon, I need them to be the most awkward but loving couple ever (they're both overprotective of each other)