#Haven't played this one for long or in a while

[intromortal]

ꕥ MAKE YOU MINE ⸻ lee heeseung

lee heeseung doesn't do relationships or any of that 'labels' stuff, it's a known fact. yet when jay's gaze lingers too long on you, he can't help but leave his mark on you in one way or another

this work contains ⋆ smut. mdni. jealousy, p in v, creampie, no protection, manhandling, name calling, degradation!!! hair pulling, mean hee won't kiss you, kinda toxic situationship thing going on, Feelings, reader is kinda crazy but also i've had too much caffeine today So ⸻ rules ⋆ m.list

length ⋆ drabble ⸻ 1.8k words

Heeseung, all things considered, is a pretty chill and laid back guy. Not prone to big displays of jealousy, especially anywhere public.

Most of the time he's quietly laying back on a couch at a party across the room, watching you with a glint in his eyes as you reject yet another guy trying to sneak his way into your pants. There’s something about the way you so obediently glance his way every time someone tries to flirt you, how your expression ever so slightly shifts to something he would describe as needy when he slouches further into the soft brown cushions, legs spread almost as if to invite you over on his lap.

It’s been months since you started fucking, and as embarrassing for you as it feels to admit, you two haven't really put a label on what your... status actually is. You’re definitely more than friends—though you don't know if you would even consider Heeseung your friend in the first place—but you also don't believe you're anywhere close to being a thing yet. That litter sliver of something keeps you fucking hooked on Heeseung though, even when you know it's terrible for you.

And he enjoys every second of it. How you're so loyal to him even when he doesn't give you any reason to be.

He’s confident you'll follow him around everywhere like a little lost puppy as long as he keeps feeding you whatever crumb you need; a gentle brush of his hand whenever he greets you, a soft compliment whispered in your ear before leaving you to find something to drink, a sweet forehead kiss at the end of the night when you've both found your way between the bed sheets. I’ve got it under control, he thinks.

Yet he can't find any explanation—one that he’d make peace with, that is—for the scorching rage that overcomes him whenever he sees you and your bestie walking hand in hand around campus. The slightest twitch to his eye when he notices how bright you seem to be around Jay, how hard you laugh at his jokes and how touchy you are, shoving his shoulder away when he makes a stupid comment, yet letting your hand linger on the cotton of his shirt. There’s a different light coming from within you when he's around, and Heeseung fucking hates it with his entire being.

Mostly because he doesn't want to admit what it really is. Lee Heeseung is the furthest thing from a relationship-kind-of-guy you could possibly ever find, and it's always been this way, everyone knows.

To fuck with him is to make peace with the fact that you'll never be anything more than someone to warm his bed—or car backseats more often than not. And most are okay with that as long as they get their hands on a piece of him, no matter for how short. You were okay with that too, at the very start. It just doesn't help that lately he has fucked you like he loves and hates you at the same time, and while you try your best to not let his empty calculated affections tie you down to him too much, it's gotten harder and harder to escape the literal black hole Heeseung is.

You promised yourself to only orbit around him for a bit, then escape at the first pull you feel is too strong. But here you are, on the event horizon anyway.

His lingering stares whenever Jay is around don't go unnoticed by you, far from it actually. And maybe you even play into it a little too much, because here you are, underneath Heeseung, and for the first time in weeks he's fucking you like love is the furthest feeling possible from both his mind and heart.

It's funny, how he's tried to maintain his cool around you so desperately, and what finally breaks him is Jay staring way too long at your ass for it to be a mistake. There’s nothing Heeseung would have loved more than to beat him to a pulp, for looking at his girl like that.

Except you're not his girl—he hadn't even realized he really wanted you to possibly be until then—so he can't do that. But what he can do instead is take it out on your poor unsuspecting pussy.

"You are such a nasty slut," he whispers against your lips as he pistons into your weeping cunt, ignoring every attempt you make to kiss him, biting down on your bottom lip when you don't catch the hint. "Walking around in that tight black skirt, for what?" It feels like he's spitting venom at you, a primal edge to his tone unlike anything you've ever heard from him. Despite everything, you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your pussy clamp even harder around him, trying to milk his girth for all it’s worth.

You take too long to reply for his liking, his hand digging almost hurtfully into your cheeks to force you to look at him. "For. What?"

"I– fuck, i don't know."

He looks at you incredulously, like you must've gone dumb on his cock already, while his movements come to halt, despite your little cries and begs for him not to.

"Yes, you fucking do," he spits, grabbing your thighs and flipping you over onto your knees. A little scream rips out of you at the sudden motion as he manhandles you in whatever way he wants, paying no mind to any possible aching body part of yours or any discomfort you may feel. "Wore it to flaunt this ass around, didn't you? I know you did."

He lands a harsh smack on the skin of your bottom, kissing his teeth in annoyance when your entire body jerks forward, front collapsing on the bed. He eases his cock back into you in one thrust, setting a pace that is somehow faster and harsher than the one you could barely keep up with earlier. "Wanted  Jay to bend you over like this, huh?"

"N-no! I– ngh." Your rebuttal is cut short by his hips slamming into yours with a harsh thrust, his thick hand pushing your head against the sheets, uncaring of all the drool that's dripping from your mouth, your eyes rolling into your skull. He plants one of his feet into the soft mattress, the new angle helping him reach so much deeper inside you as the hold on your hips becomes nearly unbearable, sure to leave a flashy bruise.

Good, he thinks. Let everyone know I own you.

It doesn't matter that you two will still not put a label on whatever you have going on after this, Heeseung will find a way to mark you up with his actions instead. He'll fuck you so good even in the off chance you give Jay a chance all you'll think about is gonna be going back to him right after.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." He grabs some of your hair, using it as leverage to fuck into you even harder, the mix of pain and pleasure so unbelievably delicious you don’t even know what to do with yourself if not just lay there and take it all. "That’s all a slut like you is good for anyway, shut her mouth and let me use her pretty pussy as I please."

And it doesn't matter for you either you realize, a fucked out smile spreading on your face as he takes you like he has never done before, because to get a reaction out of the ever so collected Lee Heeseung, it means you have made him your bitch as much as he has made you his. He just doesn't know it yet.

The sudden thought is so euphoric it pushes you close to the edge instantly, your cunt clenching around him more and more while Heeseung is behind you wondering why he just heard a giggle leave your throat in the midst of it all.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke to you?" His voice is rough, but the hint of uneasiness behind the facade is easy to pick up on, it only spurs you to laugh more—as much as you can manage, because soon his thrusts get angrier and you don't know if you're laughing, crying or moaning anymore.

You taste the salty tears running straight into your open mouth, and you don't exactly know why you're crying because you have never felt lighter, even with the harsh, repeated press of Heeseung's hips against your red, marked up flesh.

Heeseung thinks you must've gone delirious on his cock, the proof being the very white ring you're leaving on the base of his cock, and while his chest blooms and tickles with something unfamiliar to him, he can't help but want even more. He wants to give you even more.

He doesn't recall when this punishment he's inflicting on you turned around to him chasing your approval so fucking bad, but he can't stop. He can't stop himself from gawking at your bent back littered in his marks, he can't stop himself from bending down to mouth at your neck when all he initially wanted to do was put you back in your place, he can't stop himself from letting his hand find your familiar little bundle of nerves to roll circles on it.

He tells himself it's not for you, it's for him, so he can hear all the divine noises you're making for just a little longer, just enough to reach his orgasm.

His lips brush your nape again, and he wishes he hadn't turned you over so he could taste your laugh right off your lips. He almost opens his mouth to say something he might regret, but he stops himself with a low, guttural moan and a stripe licked on your skin instead.

Neither of you last long after that, and you come with shudder around him, cunt milking him for all he has, all he is worth. He gives it all to you, filling you up so well it has you clawing the sweaty bed sheets beneath you.

You're glowing underneath him as he gets off of you, and Heeseung doesn't want to linger on the fact that his chest cavity, where his heart is supposed to be, glows just as much for you. It's a scary thought.

"You're mine," you whisper, like you've finally cracked the code to something you couldn't wrap your head around for the longest. You state it like a fact, like how you do when you say things commonly agreed upon—like the earth being round and Sim Jaeyun having the prettiest dick on campus.

You don't turn to Heeseung when he says nothing after and all that fills the room is the swooshing of his clothes being collected from the floor and your front door shutting with a soft thud.

It doesn't matter, because whether he likes it or now, you know he has nowhere to go if not back to you.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[2:59 pm]

(cw: f!reader, alcohol mentioned but not consumed)

a/n: thoughts on the header??? I need validation or I die like tinkerbell

Could there have been a worse store to experience than a Costco on the weekend in the afternoon? Or really, any time of day. You weren't sure how you'd gotten roped into coming to Costco with your boyfriend, fratboy!Johnny. You'd been given a list to stick to and that would have been easy enough if you hadn't also brought Mark and Haechan along.

It was overwhelming enough to get through the doors, but you were sticking right to Johnny's side. There was no way you were losing hold on him with just how crowded it was.

"Alright, we're sticking to the list. Everybody stay close and nothing that's not on the list, got it you two?" Johnny states with a pointed look thrown in Mark and Haechan's direction.

"Fine," they groan in unison as you all make your way down the aisles.

Johnny thankfully keeps a tight hold on your hand, refusing to lose you to the Saturday Costco madness. It's a reassuring hold that helps you stay calm and keeps your anxiety at bay.

The cart starts to fill up soon enough, cleaning products, light bulbs, batteries- "yooooo! Bro, this big ass bottle of vodka is only 15 bucks!"

"We're not getting that Mark, put it back," you sigh, grabbing a few bunches of bananas to set in the cart.

"No, but if you do the math, it's only..." Haechan adds, resting his finger on his chin while he tries to do the math, "whatever, it's cheap!"

Johnny exits the refrigerated section with his arms full of different products. Do his arms always look this good at Costco? You may have to come with him more often.

He doesn't seem to notice your lingering gaze, "we have a list to stick to and alcohol isn't on the list. I say no and Bee says no, so but put it back."

Moving your way through the store, the cart fills up steadily. Finally, you make your way to the opposite side of the store where you can top up the cart with frozen goods and snacks. Johnny tosses a few boxes of ice cream bars, a few bags of frozen chicken, a few bags of coffee among other items that join the mass.

You sigh as you attempt to rearrange the nearly overflowing cart, "I think we should have gotten two carts."

"I'll go get one, Honeybee. Stay right here, alright?" Johnny offers with a soft smile, "Mark and Haechan can stay with you."

You pull a bag of mini chocolate bars out with your brows furrowed with confusion as you set the bag back on one of the shelves, "Mark and Haechan haven't been with us for almost 15 minutes now, lovie."

"They haven't?" Johnny asks with raised brows.

You laugh softly, "yeah, my love. They ran off right after you got the coffee."

"Mother-" Johnny growls, as he pulls out his phone and taps angrily. "Listen here, little shit, we're not here so you can play around. Both of you go get us another cart from outside and meet us in one of the aisles near the pharmacy."

You can barely make out Mark arguing through the speaker, before Johnny cuts him off, "but nothing Mark. You don't listen and now you need to make it up. You guys have four minutes to get back to us or I'm making both of you walk back."

"Be careful!" You call out, leaning up on your toes to be closer to the speaker.

Johnny sighs, tugging you into his arms. He rubs one hand down your back while the other pinches the bridge of his nose, "they stress me the hell out."

"Tell me about it," you laugh, placing a kiss on the left side of the worn t-shirt that covers his chest.

It's only an aisle later and three minutes later when there's a ruckus not too far away. When you look up, you feel like you should be surprised to two guys running toward you, but you don't. Your cheeks heat with embarrassment from everyone looking in your direction as Mark and Haechan come to a stop in front of you and Johnny.

"How long did we take?" Mark pants.

Johnny roughly grabs the cart and tugs it toward you with glare sent in their direction. Haechan smiles brightly, "yeah, what was our time?"

"I wasn't actually timing you idiots!" Johnny scoffs as he transfers some of the items into the empty cart.

"Dude! You suck," Mark groans, "yo, we still get pizza after this right?"

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

💤 "Goodnight, Love"

Ateez Boys Sleep Headcannon 💤 (Jongho, Hongjoong, San, Mingi)

My brain screamed at me to write these ideas down, otherwise it will explode on me, so here we go....

Just a mention here that i am a baby Atiny, probably and surely i haven't seen all the vids, and lore, i am certain this has been done multiple times before, more accurately than me, but please enjoy it without judgment.

I love these crazy pirates, and i hope this little headcannon will bring you joy, comfort and everything else you need. ❤️❤️ Also i will do the others too. :)

Jongho

He is very particular about his space, and while he makes sure that the bedroom is serving his wants and needs, with that he is thoughtful of your preferences too. Whatever you like, he will prepare it for you, so when you join him,- because he will most definitely will be in bed before anyone else in this world - you just have to fall in bed next to him. He probably will read a book while he waits for you, most of the time he busies himself even if he is exhausted. He rarely gets to sleep in the same bed as you, so he wants to spend as much time as possible to feel you slowly falling asleep next to him. He likes the little routine of telling you goodnight, stroking your hair, giving you a peck on the lips, talking a little until he hears your words slow down, voice quieter. He will take your hand in his, using your evened out breathing as his lullaby. He is the perfect example of calm sleeper, even when he shifts in his sleep, he does it with a grace you will never understand, because his side of the bed somehow always look perfect. He likes it when you nuzzle into him, especially when you are the big spoon, legs and arm hooked around him like you are fearing him disappearing in the middle of the night. And while you wake up looking like you slept a whole week, he is unfazed, looking as pretty and perfect as he laid his head down on the pillow the night before. You will definitely tease him about it, and his only response will be a kiss on your forehead with a low chuckle.

Hongjoong

He is an absolute light sleeper, leading a ridiculous sleeping schedule. If you can call that schedule, because he will fall into bed at 8 pm one night, and the next you wake up to him dragging himself to bed at 3 in the morning. He always apologizes for being all over the place, and you always reassure him that it's okay, as long as he is okay with it. You know sometimes he wishes to be next to you, curled up with you, but work keeps him away from the soft pillows and duvet, and for that reason he is completely knackered by the time he finds his bed. He is restless, even in his sleep, all over the place. Sometimes he is asleep as his head hits the pillow, then sometimes he stares at your form for a while before he can even rest his eyelids, let alone slumber. He is chaotic, sleeping is an adventure with him because he will discover every inch of the bed. He will take up so much space you have to push him back to his side, other times he shrinks up into the smallest space, and in search for a cuddle you tap all the to the edge of the bed, him almost falling of if he moves just a little in his sleep. And as his body, his brain can't get a break either, waking him up randomly, in his haze searching for your body with his eyes, hands legs, doesn't matter, he will not settle back until he feels or sees you by his side.

San

San is all for cuddles. He will pull you close in any and every position, he have to have that skin to skin connection, even if it's your pinky toe touching him. (🤣) So when you plop down into the soft duvet, he won't play around, and will pull you into his embrace in an instant. You will switch positions all night, but you will be always in between his hands, tucked to his chest, locked in place by his legs, his head nuzzled into your neck. If you somehow escape his cuddle prison,- because he gives off heat like a furnace- he will search the bed in his sleep to find you and pull you back. There is no argument here, and you know you can't say no to that pout and small whine whenever you try to propose the idea of actually using the sides of the bed, like you are supposed to. Because with San, only the middle is perfect for sleeping, he never sleeps on his side, and he never lets you sleep on yours either. And because he is locked on you all times while asleep, he will be awake right way when you try to get out of bed, asking millions of questions about where are you going. San always has the worst bedhead in the mornings. Doesn't matter how his hair is styled, he will look like a bird just made a nest on his head when he wakes up.

Mingi

Lives for bedtime. Couldn't wait for the moment both of you are in bed, surrounded by darkness, and talk and giggle before falling asleep. This is the time when he can relax, spooning you, holding you as close as possible and just ramble about anything and everything. The darkness often loosens him up, and whatever was on his mind that day he thought he wouldn't share, just comes out easily, laying in bed with you being his safe place. He's always captivates you with his hands, hugging your midsection tightly, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath, and vibrate with his laugh. Legs locking you in place, his face pressed to the side of yours, his lips angles just right by your ear, his breath tickling your ear. You will hear his voice turning husky, the first indicator that sleep is trying to claim him from you, which he tends to fight with all his strength. He will talk and mumble until he eventually falls asleep, with you in tandem because his low sleepy tone is the best lullaby you ever heard. He even talks in his sleep, sometimes waking you up, mumbling back to him something accordingly incoherent. You will end up detaching yourselves in the middle of the night, tossing and turning, but in the morning, he always scoops you back into his embrace, whispering something funny or sweet, and he will definitely hit that snooze button, asking for 5 more minutes.

[possesseddesiress]

Switch Up: Conclusions

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Switch Up: Conclusions (English Version)

Life had been perfect since Miles showed us the control and we ended up in these bodies.

We had become the kings of the school, it was no longer necessary to hide from bullies, or go unnoticed in the halls, no. Now at every step we took, at least one person would turn to look at us as if their life depended on it.

It was like having power in its purest expression. Attractive, muscular, who wouldn't want to have all that?

Some things had changed, maybe people noticed it or preferred to ignore it and take it as normal. The way Blake now dressed, the new interests in Caleb, the more noticeable flirtations of the new Ruben.

Or even Alan and Blake's relationship. Who now couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other for too long.

Everything was as it should be. Us in the lead, no longer being shadows.

There were strange and difficult parts to get used to, of course. Miles' control did not yet have the ability to endow the host with the memories and recollections of the shell body.

So getting used to a new house, hobbies and even a new social circle was a challenge. Not impossible, but something that cost at least the first few weeks.

Although, the base abilities of the bodies did seem to remain, as a kind of autopilot. I discovered in a short time that I quite liked theater, I didn't know if it was because of Ruben's "base style", but there was a strange satisfaction in standing on a stage with hundreds of people in front of me and having them eating out of the palm of my hand.

I must admit that I've become a bit self-centered (and although I don't like to say it in front of the new Caleb and Blake, that worries me). I know I'm not Ethan anymore, that's way behind me now, but what if my original personality is lost?

I wanted to take the place of a popular guy, but not become him body and soul. Much less a hyper-projected version of him.

- Did you call us? - I asked, just coming out of a theater rehearsal. As long as I had been inside this body, I still couldn't get used to it. I kept looking at my strong biceps out of the corner of my eye, or bouncing my pecs for mere play.

- Yeah, I've been thinking something lately - Blake nodded to himself, looking at me and Caleb in the other corner of the room.

- And what is it?

- Well, since this - he pulled the controller out of his pocket - I've noticed that we don't usually hang out together anymore, we used to go everywhere, now you're with the theater, you're with your prankster friends or those cosplay things.

- What about you? - Caleb spoke - You just hang out with your new boyfriend, your training or your experiments.

There was silence, Blake denied.

- That's not the point. I mean the three of us have neglected each other, we used to be close, now it seems we don't even have time to answer messages.

He understood what Miles was saying but in a way, he was also agreeing with Logan.

- You haven't made time for us either - I muttered, looking down.

Silence settled between us for a while, until Caleb dared to break it.

- I love you guys. But maybe it's also part of... this - he pointed at his body and then at us.

- Stop being friends? - I asked in a low tone.

- Maybe... Maybe.

He also lowered his gaze.

- I can't believe they're really saying that - Blake looked at us with some suspicion - To stop being friends just because... we changed bodies?

- We're not the same people anymore.

- We are on the inside, Logan!

- ... He didn't call me Logan anymore.

- But you know you fucking were!

Miles' breathing became ragged and ragged for a moment, he became thoughtful.

- And what do you propose? - I looked at him.

He didn't say or do anything for a while, it was extremely awkward until he started moving towards Caleb, serious, they stood face to face, I thought they were about to punch each other until Blake moved in to kiss him.

Caleb tried to push him away but ended up giving in, it was an intense series of kisses, the stinkier one took some authority as he squeezed the hairs on the back of the other's neck, pulling him tight to him.

There was a lot of tongue and saliva in between, they were loud in strange, little by little the atmosphere began to heat up more, Caleb grabbed Blake's waist to corner him against the wall, their backs collided with a thud, which made him let out a gasp but they still continued kissing.

It went on for a while until they seemed to remember I was there too.

- Are you going to stand there alone? - Miles asked, looking at me with a mixture of lust and impatience. Seeing no response, he looked up at Logan and motioned to him.

The other one broke away and advanced towards me. It wasn't even a second before he had his tongue inside me, his hands roaming and clinging to my skin.

- Ah... I-I don't understand w-why this will make us b-b-become united again

I stammered as best I could as Logan seemed to have turned into a beast thirsty for desire kissing my neck. I didn't know if it was him or traces of his new body, but jeez... He sure was territorial, aggressive and primal.

- We wanted to do this together, didn't we? - Miles said, caressing his chest and abs carelessly - We wanted to be sporty to be hot, popular, all together. But when did we give ourselves time to taste what we had now?

I couldn't think of anything. On the one hand, it seemed crazy and completely ridiculous what Miles was saying. What did this have to do with the fact that we were kissing now?

I wanted to think of it as some sort of couples therapy strategy, but we were friends. What was this?

Before I could say more, Miles came up behind me and started caressing Logan's body, which made him let out slight grunts.

- And that's your whole... your whole plan? - I mumbled heavily, focusing on Miles having control in his hands - Is it necessary for you to always bring... that with you?

He smiled.

- No, but I feel more comfortable this way... I don't quite know my new family, imagine leaving the control around and everyone starts switching bodies left and right - he explained with that nerdy aura that still seeped through from time to time, I couldn't explain why, but that made me smile - Plus now we can do this.

He pressed and pointed, and suddenly, I was no longer looking at him, I was staring at the wall, with my lips against a neck, settled between someone's legs... Now I was in Caleb's body.

- Uh... Why did you do that? - my old voice asked.

- They say the best way to understand another person is to put yourself in their shoes, right? Well surprise, we can do that.

Before I could even respond, I found myself in someone else's body again, control in my hands. Caleb broke away, looking down at his huge hands.

- Why him? He's a brainless gorilla - he mumbled stroking and sniffing himself, to which he made a strange gesture - Shit, what's that smell?

And it was like he lost his mind, suddenly glued to his armpit with need, inhaling hard and rubbing his armpit to fill his nose with sweat over and over again.

- Because I wanted to get back at him - It was strange to see Ruben talking without me in charge - Besides... He's sexy, a brainless himbo, it's easier to socialize with some people, I don't have to worry about being... interesting. I can say anything stupid and people will laugh, though... The smell is still a problem.

He grimaced, but Miles was still lost in this new experience.

- Scent? What the hell are you talking about? If it smells delicious...

- That's because Caleb has hyperosmia, that's why he always wanted to smell this strong. He liked his own stench

The new Caleb kept sniffing himself. Until all of a sudden he was back against Ruben's neck, sniffing and kissing him.

- Shit, you smell good.

Ruben gasped but his legs clung against Caleb's waist, starting to rub against him.

It was chaos between kisses, Caleb sniffing Ruben's skin, the Latino panting and clinging to the boy's armpit. I couldn't hold back and tightened my grip, ending up with Caleb on top of me.

- No fair! - Blake's body cried out.

- S-sorry f-friend.

I stammered with a smile.

Blake came over and pressed himself against Caleb, starting to caress his body, rubbing and kissing him.

In less time than we thought, there were no clothes left, we were panting in unison, awkward kisses and eager hands everywhere. Logan on Blake's body, me on Ruben's, Miles on Caleb's. Though the order didn't matter much since every so often. Someone would take over to end up in another body.

- Woah! Why did you decide on a Latino? - Miles asked caressing his chest and face.

- Because he's hot, I liked him from the first moment I saw him - I whispered distributing kisses on his thighs - He's interesting, handsome, and has something unique about him over the others.

- Lots of romantic shit - Logan said caressing Ruben's chest from behind - Why did you choose Blake?

Miles let out a laugh.

- Do I need to explain?

- Nah... - they both kissed madly.

- Won't your boyfriend be mad about this? - I asked.

- I'm just re-bonding with my best friends. What's the big deal?

A short time later, Ruben's body was in the middle of me in Caleb's, Logan in front with Blake's. I was shoving the rod from my new body straight into Miles' new one. Which made him gasp.

- Ah, it's big! - he complained.

- Another thing I picked him for - Logan smiled back Logan before they kissed.

I was lost in the feeling I didn't realize when Miles took control to switch us back and forth, back into our original bodies.

- Shit, let me know you'll do that, mfh! - I couldn't help but gasp, my eyes rolled to white for a while. I felt Caleb fill everything with me, Blake settled with a smile in front of me to take my face in his hands, caressing my cheeks.

- Do you remember what you did with me when I was inside Alan?

I swallowed nervously.

— D-dude, I-I don't know what you're talking about. — Nah, don’t be a coward, Ethan - He grabbed one of my pecs and squeezed it, making me let out a little yelp - Say it. — Ah, shit! I used you! — Great. And don’t you think you should pay for that?

A glint flashed in his eyes. He signaled to Logan, who began thrusting harder. My eyes rolled back from the sheer pleasure, and I panted like crazy. A bit of drool escaped my lips as Logan slammed his hips into me with even more force. Miles grabbed my chin, firm and confident.

— You love how he feels inside you, don’t you? — I love having him inside me... - I murmured, breathless.

He grabbed my neck a little tightly, squeezing it.

— And does it feel good? — It feels so good - I moaned in pleasure.

Miles smiled again, cocky as ever, then guided my hand to his length. With his other hand, he pulled me in and kissed me with need and hunger.

Everything turned into a sticky, sweaty, slightly smelly mess after that. I don’t even want to imagine what the janitor walked into. Or the class that came in after us.

Strangely enough, Miles had been right. It felt like reconnecting with the real bond the three of us once had, like it always used to be. It was nice having my best friends back. I knew it would be weird—again—for others to see Caleb, Ruben, and Blake hanging out like old buddies, considering none of them even spoke to each other before the swap.

But what mattered was having my friends by my side again. — Wanna do something Friday? - I typed into the group chat. — Yes! There's a new superhero movie coming out. Can we go see it? - Logan replied. — Don’t you ever get tired of being such a nerd? - I joked. Logan just sent a photo.

— A nerd who had your legs shaking.

I smiled, though weirdly... Miles had been quiet for a while. — SHIT! - he suddenly typed in the chat. — What’s wrong? Everything okay? — FUCK, NO! I CAN’T FIND THE REMOTE! — What?! — We must’ve left it in the classroom! That was the last place we used it! — Dude, what the hell?! — I don’t know, I completely forgot! — Can’t you make another one? — Of course I can! That was just the beta model! But now it’s lost, who knows where it is!

We tried to find the remote after that—even snuck into the school at night. But nothing. No trace of it.

Miles eventually figured out how to install a kind of ‘lock’ on our new bodies to prevent interference from the original remote. So yeah, everything worked out for us again. But... What about the remote?

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages.

This was the fifth and final part of "Switch Up". I really hope you enjoyed it—writing it has been an absolute blast for me. It’s the biggest project I’ve done within this community and genre so far. For now, Ethan, Miles, and Logan’s story has come to an end… but having the remote control has opened the door to brand new stories.

So, I’ve decided to launch a spin-off called: The Switch Club. A collection of short stories—some standalone, some interconnected—to expand the high school body swap fantasy even further. I hope you’ll enjoy everything I have planned for you!

See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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[zvahlne]

a long post about today's aphmau video ("REBORN as the THE GODDESS of Minecraft" <- it. has a typo while i'm writing this) and all of the Minecraft Diaries references/weird things i caught in it!!!

if you want to know what diaries-things happened in this video but you don't want to watch a video that is pretty heavy cocomau (fair) this post is for you...

and if you watched the video please feel free to add anything i missed!!!!

my knowledge is from watching minecraft diaries almost a decade ago and i didn't watch When Angels Fall, so i could TOTALLY have missed something. but this should be pretty comprehensive!

okay!! let's get into it!

note in advance: the music that plays for most of the video really adds to the weird vibe. i think subconsciously that adds a lot to why this video felt so off.

the video opens with aphmau, pierce, and KC rushing over to garroth's house because of a storm over his house. when they get inside, kim and garroth are performing some kind of ritual with a book. an animation starts and they all get pulled up into the storm.

aphmau gets hit by lightning, and we cut to

the irene dimension!??

aphmau then wakes up back home in this outfit (!!) and the first thing she mentions is "What was that mirror?"

i find the mirror EXTREMELY fascinating, if anyone has thoughts on it please share with me because i'm having a hard time putting it into words but there's such a vibe happening there

when she leaves her house, there are a bunch of floating islands with irene's symbol under them. i don't know what that means, but i thought it was REALLY interesting. they were inescapable once she went outside; all these fragmented reminders of irene. it made ME feel some type of way for sure !!! it was very "haunting the narrative"... i don't think they were ever once properly acknowledged (even when characters were interacting with them), which somehow made it even weirder.

this guy also shows up and attacks aphmau. nothing came to mind other than the way irene's hood shaded her face, but i'm adding him to the post in case there's something i'm forgetting!

i acknowledge this next one to be a total reach but i could not, for the life of me, get it out of my head, so,

IT'S JUST. THEY WERE STANDING IN THE SAME SPOT RELATIVELY IN FRONT OF A GIANT BURNING CRATER. AND THE TREES... AND WITH EVERYTHING ELSE GOING ON... it was hard not to think of it.

throughout the video, aphmau gets new powers by... eating these little guys?

i mostly mention that for something else we'll get to in a minute

nothing of mcd/weird vibes note happens for a while so we're just going to skip ahead...

an interesting sidenote though is that garroth is just like, evil in this video. first he's doing the ritual thing with kim at the start, and later in the video he continues conspiring with her and even drops a boulder on aphmau's head. i haven't watched all the smp videos, but usually garroth is only evil when he's playing a character in my experience (like in a "one girl at an all yandere school!" video)? this is just smp garroth being straight up evil. the weird feeling this gave me really crystallized in ANOTHER thing we'll have to get to in a minute

cut to aphmau and kim. kim has told aphmau she wants to stop garroth too, so aphmau is following her into this weird cave. and.

do. do you see it

"I saw that symbol once before." "Eh, probably just some kids leaving graffiti."

I ALSO SAW THAT SYMBOL BEFORE. HELLO SHAD???

they go further in and there's this too

kim has aphmau say some magic words standing on this circle, which causes her to lose her wings and also covers her in the symbol??

i don't remember enough to know if this is lore relevant but it will be included in my deepdive anyway because what

shortly after this is when garroth drops the boulder on her head. when she wakes up the symbols are gone and garroth then leads her to an underground bunker. down there, they have this exchange:

"I'm just saying this is... new for you." "Well, maybe things are CHANGING, huh?!"

WHICH combined with what i mentioned earlier about him being randomly evil in this video stood out and really added to the weird vibe. pierce also mentions that weird things are happening on the server, but that could be said in any video, i'm just mentioning it because again, this video had a particular vibe to it.

we can now also circle back to her getting new powers like i mentioned! because the last power she gets in the video is... just... the irene eyes???

there's nothing new in the hotbar, like every other power. and she seems distressed by this one, in a way she wasn't for anything else. pierce is with her, and the first thing she says is, "What happened?" and the second thing (after some classic concerned aphmau noises) she says is "Help..! This is... different..!"

her concern is cut off by more of the angels i showed earlier coming back to attack her and pierce. her powers aren't working at first but then kick in and she then quickly dispatches them (and is surprised by how fast it happened).

in the next room, the mirror is back! aphmau is drawn to it, and says (in a voice more serious than the average cocomau voice), "I've been seeing this this whole time... I think I need to go through it."

she goes through and kim is there with angel wings now and explains that she was using the book to get powers, but aphmau got in the way. she also introduces three angels (one girl and two boys) as her children, and then proceeds to turn them into babies and explode them to steal their power since she (kim) was running out??? aphmau is very distressed by this (reasonably lmao) and takes her out in ONE HIT.

after this, in a more serious/deeper voice, she says "You merely adopted the powers, I was born in them." which is totally a bane reference i think, but what was more interesting to me is that the voice stuck for a line after ("You did it, Aphmau!" "I did.") before she gets startled and her voice returns to normal.

after which, she goes and looks at the mirror again (lmao bye garroth) and has a conversation with pierce

"Uh, hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine... I just..." more serious music starts playing. "I just felt like something called me here..."

"Oh uh, good, hey, can it NOT call you here, and can we go home?!"

"Yeah. We can go home. But... those poor babies..."

pierce then goes into more cocomau humor, and aphmau does NOT match his energy, just agreeing with him in a subdued tone. pierce hops through the mirror. she then decides to leave her powers there, and the video finishes with her saying, "I need to get out of here, gh!" and jumping through the mirror again.

video end.

so.... is it just me or was there a vibe????? i feel like normally with these videos when she does easter eggs, it's more of a fourth wall break? this time it felt more like aphmau was actually remembering/experiencing stuff. and it wasn't like the laurance video, where she has no recollection of anything shadow knights and they're just being used as a cocomau prop; she REMEMBERS shad's symbol from somewhere, and is quickly brushed off. and it was made especially odd by the background music throughout most of the video, and the occasional dissonance between aphmau's serious delivery and the other characters' smp-style delivery.

the whole video wasn't like this, with cocomau definitely throughout that i skipped for this post, but honestly that only made it feel weirder whenever the two vibes clashed. it was pretty unsettling to me tbh

you can watch it if this post intrigues you, but i think i covered anything interesting and it is pretty cocomau heavy despite all this, and if that's not your scene (completely fair, it's not usually mine), you can probably just stick with this post.

regardless of if it all MEANS anything, i think this was a very interesting video!!!! and i'm always down for references to her old stuff!! lmk what y'all think, i'm super super curious

[pancake404]

The Two Sides

You know...when looking at the roster of bigger bodies/main toys on both Poppy and Prototype's sides, it's kind of cool to see that they're pretty much reflections of each other.

Here's pretty much the basic comparison between the two groups.

Poppy and Prototype: Both are the main leaders of their respective groups, both are closely tied to each other in Lore and connection, both are intelligent(though the Prototype is smarter), both agree on the same things such as leaving the factory, and both can even behave almost the same way.

The Prototype:

Lies to get others to do what they want for a greater purpose

Kills or gets others to kill anyone that opposes him

Has his primary follower which he betrays(Catnap)

Then there's Poppy:

Lies to get others to do what they want for a greater purpose(Poppy is very secretive to Doey even when Doey demands an answer and Poppy is constantly not letting the Player in on certain information until way later AFTER the Player does the tasks)

Poppy is not against getting the Player to kill any toy in the way up until an actual ally of her dies because her plan backfired.

Has a primary follower, Kissy Missy, which she abandons(also the Player too).

Player and Doctor: Both are known to be former workers in the factory and most likely in the labs, both have a connection with the "bell" that Sawyer mentions, both are the most human(Sawyer compared to anyone else) of the group, both are described to show a lot of promise and capabilities, and Sawyer constantly talks about how the "experiments hurt us", grouping them up together as one(he does that quite often).

Doey and Mommy Long Legs: Both are described or shown to take care of the other toys like parent-figures, both comment about eating and how long they haven't eaten, when things go south both go into a frenzy and get really hostile, both talk about constantly playing games with the Player when hunting them, both have skepticism and distrust with the player at first(Mommy was going to kill them anyway), both were viewed highly by the orphans(Matthew for Doey's case), and both show active hesitation or defiance to the leader.

Catnap and Dogday: Both are very tied to religious themes such as Dogday's terms of "Poppy's Angel" and the fact that he was crucified while for Catnap, it's his "Lord", "Angel of Salvation", "I rejoice in him", and the other dozen religious theme going on with Catnap. Both also look for a savior(For Dogday, it's Poppy and the Player. For Catnap, it's of course the Prototype).

Kissy and Huggy: Both have the same abilities as their respective toys, a lot of parallels in their injuries, and avid followers for the leader.

Now obviously, there's the differences between the two sides. While Poppy is described to be a a nice and mature leader, the Prototype, given what we can assume, is cold and ruthless.

The Doctor is very talkative, lacks fear of death, often makes his own decisions, and is very feared upon by everyone else. While the Player, is silent, been described to show fear and shake, constantly listens to orders by Poppy, and is constantly underestimated until the Player successfully does the impossible for the four time in a row.

While Doey is shown to be extremely caring and protective for the Save Haven but also generally has no ill will even to the Player until everything blows which then makes him go insane and he obtains his crash out. But for Mommy, she has a fake mother-like personality that she keeps to mask her hunger and desire to kill the Player, sets it up already where the Player was going to die anyway, and is willing to kill the toys she takes care of when they fail.

Dogday, given what little what we've seen of him, doesn't seem to possess a desire for the Player to die as he tries to get to leave the place now as there's no saving anyone here. He also despises Catnap for being a follower of the Prototype but also because Dogday fell victim to Catnap's Autobot Jazz joke gone wrong. He's also overall hopeless about being saved as he just tells the Player to move on from Playcare and to continue with Poppy's mission. Meanwhile Catnap, is...self explanatory. He obviously doesn't want the Player in Playcare either but when the Player continues to push it, Catnap becomes hostile.

Kissy is very gentle and shows little to no harm except for a few moments of stress and during the Hour of Joy while Huggy is extremely hostile, barging down doors to get to the Player in seconds and still trying to kill the Player after falling fifty stories.

Now as stated previously and listing off the differences and similarities, it's pretty clear that they're meant to be almost mirrors of each other. Two factions that are essentially the same but then there's the question on why one group is way more hostile and twisted than the other.

That's when it became clear to me about one interesting thing to note: Isolation.

The Safe Haven, and pretty much everyone in the group is a community all huddled together where they help each other maintain sanity and survive. All three bigger bodies(DD, Doey, and Kissy) are all pictured together in a mural. But what about the other side?

When we look at how they interact...they don't. It's a toy eat toy world. All three bigger bodies(Catnap, Huggy, and Mommy) are all on different floors. Each have their own different sections, none of them even acknowledge each other.

Poppy's side and the Prototype's side is essentially:

Isolation vs Togetherness

We see a core theme of how isolation creates monsters. This was shown no better in Chapter 4 and the main monsters in the other chapters.

Huggy: Shown to be with Kissy but for some reason, they're no longer together and Huggy is alone on the first floor doing the same job as he always did.

Mommy: Constantly felt left behind when the children never came back, was the only toy like her in the Game Station for possibly years and eventually went insane by Playtime Co.

Miss Delight: Was specifically picked out to be the one to die among the sisters, causing her to go insane with hunger and turn on everyone else.

Dogday(possessed): He's the only one left of the Smiling Critters, alone in the cell, and alone where no one in the Safe Haven knew where he was(or perhaps didn't/couldn't help him). When the Player meets up him, as he's being used like a puppet by the minis, the first thing he says is to leave him.

Doey(at the end of the game): After everyone else at Safe Haven died, he crashes out and unleashes the monster form and attacks the Player.

Catnap: Automatically the odd man out of the the whole group both in the cartoon and as a bigger body. Theodore was described as anti social and struggled making friends so he was already alone when the Prototype came in. Catnap's room is a section below the prison where it's an underground bedroom where again, he's alone. Catnap's job is primarily at night which it would make sense if he was the only one with that job. Ollie even acknowledges that there used to be eight Smiling Critters but it's just him(of course, he neglects to mention Dogday).

Yarnaby: Literally described to be isolated by Sawyer to the point Sawyer was his whole world.

Baba Chops: Although not much information about game variant, the cartoon variant is a homebody, someone who stays alone at home often and rarely interested in going out.

Harley Sawyer himself: He felt that no one understood him and when Elliot kicked him out of the program, he felt even more betrayed and went deeper into isolating himself, trying to be the best scientist, the biggest genius, etc.

Most likely the Prototype too: Never seen to interact with anyone(besides the scientists) in any tapes regarding containment and has probably been down in the labs pretty much the whole time. If anyone was isolated, it was the Prototype as he's the leader of the most deranged, isolated group of children to walk the factory. If anything, he particularly aimed for toys that suffered in isolation knowing what that could do someone. He would know of course.

Not sure where I am going with this but it's something I've noticed. I'm curious to see if isolation gets to Kissy Missy now that she's alone and was just abandoned by her leader she was loyal to.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a ghost of the past. l Javier Peña. 

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔

Summary: he broke your heart many times and now he's back

Warnings: angst, obroken heart, reminiscing about Colombia, engagement, some nasty words

A/N: the second season of broken hearts. I'm tired. I don't know how I wrote this. I'll probably regret it when I have to fix it.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

The first time he broke your heart was when you were seventeen. He kissed you while you were sitting in an empty school playground on a summer night. Your first kiss, and it was with him. Happiness filled you to the brim. The pages of your diary were filled with hundreds of words, describing his brown eyes, soft lips, big hands. Javier was your friend and you had been in love with him for a few years. A week later, you saw him with a girl from another class.

The second time he broke your heart was when you were hoping he would go to the prom with you. You looked really beautiful. You still remembered the color of your dress and the smell of the perfume you wore. Javier showed up to the prom with Lorraine. You were still his best friend. The only one he had.

The third time he broke your heart was when he showed up at your house at night. He said he could only trust you, that you were always there for him, that you were the only person who understood him. Your heart was pounding in your chest like crazy when he grabbed your hand. That's when you found out he had decided to propose to Lorraine.

He broke your heart a fourth time when you showed up at the church on his wedding day, despite everything, and he ran away. No. He didn’t run away with you. You were still clutching the flowers you’d brought with you to the church when Javier called and said he was flying to Colombia. “You’re my best friend. Wait for me.”

And you waited, even though your mind told you it was pointless. You finished college, found a job. Several men came along, but none of them stayed for long. How pathetic was it for you to keep thinking about that man?

Javier Peña. 

You were thousands of miles apart and you were sure he could sense you were thinking about him. You kept thinking about him even though you knew you were doomed. In your head, you were happy together. In your head, everything was better than the reality that was before your eyes.

That's when you met Matthew. He was a dentist, had his own clinic downtown. Tall, handsome, with warm eyes and smooth hands. He took you to the movies, on trips out of town, on good dates. He was funny and really listened to you. He never once broke your heart.

When the diamond ring sparkled on your finger, you felt you were doing the right thing. You couldn't live for a ghost, a specter that would never come back, and certainly not to you. Javier Peña was never yours.

And he never really wanted you either. All the memories of him, all the conversations you had, all the hours you spent together, you packed into a box and placed somewhere deep in your heart, ready to move on.

And then fate turned around and decided to play a trick on you. It wasn't fair. But when you opened the door and saw Javier on your porch, you felt like the ground had fallen from under your feet.

"Hi." he said in that same low and deep voice you remembered so well. He slid his glasses down his nose and looked at you, and you drowned in his eyes. "It's good to see you."

"Javier..." you barely heard your own voice.

He came back home. He was living with his father again to help him on the farm, he wanted to see you. He was driving by and saw the car in front of the house. He took a chance.

"I missed you." he said, a little embarrassed that he dared to say it. "I thought about you, every day."

Your heart sank.

"It's been a few years." you finally answered. "A lot has changed..."

"You haven't."

Was it really that easy? Javier stood before you, even more handsome than you remembered, staring at you like he meant what he said. You were that girl again, just wanting him to notice her.

"Pops said you were engaged." he finally said, putting his hands on his hips. "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Does he treat you well or should I talk to him?"

That smirk. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the door frame. "Matthew's a fantastic guy." you replied. "And yes, he treats me really well."

Javier nodded. "Good, good. You deserve the best."

"Why do you say that?" he looked at you in surprise. You took a deep breath, folding your arms across your chest. "Why did you even show up? All those years of silence from you and now this? Why?"

He shrugged. "I wanted to see you. We're friends, right?"

"Friends." You repeated as if you were pondering the word. "You know, like I said, a lot has changed. I've changed too, Javier."

He watched you closely. Yes, he saw the slight changes in your face and figure, but he still thought you were a beautiful woman. He saw you as the same girl he had left behind in this city when he had fled to Colombia. To him, you were still that.

Only after a moment did he break the silence. "I thought... I guess I thought I could talk to you about what happened while I was gone. Like we used to, you know."

"Right. Because I'm always there for you."

"Of course."

You nodded, feeling tears gather behind your eyelids, a lump growing in your throat. “And who is there for me, Javier?” you asked with difficulty, keeping your voice from shaking. “Who was there for me when things were hard? When I was falling apart? When I needed someone to just listen, hold me, sit with me in silence? Not you, Javier…”

"I wasn't there on vacation." he muttered, trying to defend himself. However, he felt deep in his heart that what he said wasn't fair.

She nodded and quickly wiped away a tear that rolled down your cheek. “And I’m not here to hear your confession right now.”

Gorgeous brown eyes stared at you intensely. Although you were trembling inside, you tried not to show it on the outside. You didn't need a repeat of the past.

"We were teenagers then. I know you had a soft spot for me, but..."

“Go away,” you hissed, anger building inside you. Your fingernails dug painfully into your arms. “Get out of here, Javier, because I can’t vouch for myself.”

The anger was growing in your eyes, he could see it clearly. His friend, the only one he thought about while he was out of the country, was glaring at him. You had every right to be. He had let you down so badly, and now he had reappeared to take advantage of your good heart.

He wanted to say something else, even parted his lips, but the shuffling of wheels in the driveway distracted him. A nice car pulled up, and after a moment a man dressed in a neat shirt and carrying a bouquet of flowers got out.

"Sweetheart." he greeted you, approaching and kissing you on the cheek, and then looking at Javier. "Do we have a guest?"

“Umm, it’s Javier. A friend from school. Came to say hi.” You replied, trying to keep your voice natural.

Matthew reached out and shook Javier’s hand. “Would you like to come for coffee? I’d like to hear what my fiancée was like in high school.”

"Javier has to go back now. He's busy." You replied quickly, and Peña felt that he was no longer welcome in this place.

“Yeah, I just dropped by for a minute.” He mumbled, putting on his glasses. “Engagement, huh?” Matthew looked at you with a smile that didn’t go unnoticed by Javier. “Congratulations. Maybe we’ll meet in town sometime.”

He nodded and took a few quick steps to his car. Your gaze was glued to his back. You were her again, the one he needed, and yet the one who wanted him to suffer. But why were you suffering too...

[jelloapocalypse]

If I'm not mistaken (and I fully could be so please let me know if I am) but didn't you used to be much closer to 2 million subscribers? I swear I remember seeing you at like 1.98 or something.

Either way, is there a good way to support you on Youtube? Or is that something I shouldn't worry about too much? Do you know if there's a good way to promote your videos to the algorithm that will have a good effect?

I've been hovering in the 1.8-1.9M range for like ~3 years or so now. The internet as it is now only boosts consistent uploads that are 15+ minutes long or TikTok-style vertical videos that are <2 minutes long with captions.

I don't do either of those and I have no interest in pivoting my stuff in that direction, so I think it's likely I'll probably never hit 2 million. It is what it is.

Subscribers have mattered less and less over the years. I remember them feeling really valuable in like... maybe pre-2015 when your subscriptions were at the top of your homepage and they prioritized showing you the stuff you said you were actually interested in, but now the sub page is super buried and unless you sign up for individual notifications from a channel you probably won't even know they uploaded anymore.

The internet is a slave to algorithms now. Stuff gets popular pretty much entirely independent of subscription count.

Jenny Nicholson and Hbomb are two of my favorite YouTubers who make absolutely incredible marathon-length videos once or twice a year (which is the exact type of thing you'd want subscriptions for), and even though both of them have been putting out mega-viral documentary-length videos every year for the last three years or so, their sub counts haven't exploded. People write articles on the things they make, in real publications too. New York Times and HuffPost shit. Yet both of them have less subs than me. Jenny has 1.3M and Hbomb has 1.8M which is insane. They should both be at like 3M+ easily for the stuff they make, and if they had the popularity they do now back in 2012, they probably would have the equivalent to that.

By the same token, I have a streaming channel that I do fully-voiced readthroughs of games on and there are people who try to watch almost every stream that often show up late and complain about how YouTube never notifies them. They had to hear about it via a friend on Discord even though they're subscribers AND they have notifications on. Being subscribed quite literally does not do anything these days.

It's worth noting that YT subs aren't really reflective of a channel's overall "health", if you want to call it that. My streaming channel has been doing really well the last two months. We played Danganronpa for charity and had the best viewership we ever got with 1100-1600 viewers for any given episode, which is really high. That's like Top 0.1% of Twitch numbers. We also get a ton of donations and artwork from our fans and watch time is up 40% from the last month right now. Forty percent. That's crazy!

But our sub count keeps dropping. We lose about 100 subscribers a month, for whatever reason. But isn't that weird? That literally every other metric on your channel can be skyrocketing while subscribers go down? It seems like they really don't matter.

We've had over 100k subscribers for a year and a half now, but YouTube still hasn't mailed us that plaque. I doubt they ever will. I'd be surprised if anyone on their staff even checks that anymore. Today's internet is focused on keeping viewers moving to new content and showing them as many ads as possible while they do it. There isn't as much of a benefit to keeping someone watching one particular person anymore.

I appreciate you trying to support us! I think just watching our stuff when you feel like it and maybe showing your favorite videos to friends every once in awhile if you think they'll like it is the best thing you can do. If even one person ends up watching and binging all my Epithet stuff that's like 6 hours of watchtime right there.

[requiem-for-a-raisin]

Harrison Gray - The Abstinent Beast Devours Love

*Fan translation for funsies! IP owned by Cybird, translations are my own and may be inaccurate. 18+ MDNI. See About page for more info.*

:readmore:

Harrison

“How is your injury?"

Neema

“Good, I'm fine now."

About two weeks ago, I was trying to give Harry some homemade sweets.

However, when I put the baked cookies on the table, I touched the baking sheet and got a slight burn on the back of my hand.

(Fortunately, it wasn't serious, but I'm sorry I caused him so much worry...)

During those two weeks, no matter how sweet the atmosphere became, Harry never did more than kiss me.

Harrison

"I'm glad you tried to make me happy, but I can't stand to see you get hurt."

Harrison

"Either you'll be careful, or you'll make it with me... From now on, you'll have to do one or the other."

The gentle kiss he placed on the back of my hand made my heart clench, and I put my arms around his back.

Neema

"Yes, I promise."

Harrison

"Hm."

Harry hugged me back and nodded, then opened his mouth.

Harrison

“Well, I still like you the way you are, no matter what kind of scars you have.

Neema

"Eh ・・・・・・"

I looked up and met his eyes with a puzzled look. Harry then seemed to realise what he said and looked embarrassed.

(My face broke out in a happy grin.)

Those words were undoubtedly what he really thought. As I grinned with joy, he sighed and muttered to himself.

Harrison

“I haven't touched you in two weeks so I blurted out something I shouldn't have."

Neema

“Huh..."

He kissed me deeply and pushed me down onto the bed.

Neema

“Ah!"

The ribbons of my blouse were undone and my corset lowered with a hasty hand.

Harrison

“We've only just kissed, and yet here I am, already hard.”

Neema

"Don't say that... mmm."

He takes one nipple into his mouth and rolls it around like a candy, then plays with the other with his fingers.

As I let out a breath of pleasure, he turns his gaze towards me and reaches between my legs.

Harrison

“You were expecting it too, you know.”

Neema

“Ah..."

He presses against that already wet spot from above, and a sweet moan escapes me.

Harrison

“It's so wet here."

Neema

“Ah!"

The fingers caressing between my legs slowly sink inside.

Harrison

"Two more in."

Neema

"Uh... ah..."

My insides were stirred violently, making a wet sound, and I came suddenly from the pleasure that overwhelmed me.

As I was still in a daze, the fingers were pulled out and replaced with something hot.

Harrison

"But, it’s been a while, so I wanted to be more careful.”

Harry's cheeks were a little redder than usual.

Harrison

"Sorry, I can't help it."

Neema

“Aah!”

Instantly, my vision flashes as he penetrates me to the deepest point.

His cock, which I have accepted for the first time in two weeks, is hot, and it grows bigger and bigger inside me.

Neema

"Harry, y-y-yes."

I clung to him desperately and endured his violent movements. Harry had a strained look on his face as he captured my lips again, and his penetrating rhythm didn't stop until the sun went down.

(Yesterday was amazing...)

I fell into a deep sleep and morning came.

I felt his arms embracing me from behind, and I remembered what had happened yesterday.

Harrison

"Neema..."

The husky voice of someone who'd just woken up reached my ears and I turned around.

Harrison

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

I felt so much love for him as he apologized with sleepy eyes that I pulled him closer to me.

Neema

"Hey Harry, I love you no matter what."

Neema

"As long as you're you, I love you no matter what side of you I see."

As if replying to what he'd said yesterday, I spoke the same words he told me. Harry seemed to have woken up, and after blinking several times, he smiled.

Harrison

“Hey, can we do it again?"

Harrison

“I'll be gentle this time."

Instead of replying, I kissed him back.

(No matter what wounds I bear, no matter what side I see…)

As long as we are ourselves, we can welcome happy mornings again and again.

Thinking this, I gave myself over to his heat once again.

[dazedantics]

Hiii!!! I’m not sure if your commissions are open, but then at least this is gonna be in your inbox,

Joker Mohawk!Mark x Harley Quinn reader, like they are both batshit crazy, but mark isn’t like toxic towards reader, and they be kissing while they nuke/kill massive amounts of people and ruin buildings, like them going around soaked in blood smiling as they raid their 25th house that evening, like they are so in love with eachother,

And like imagine if reader gets hurt, then he will carry her (with one arm or bridal carry) as he flies in the sky, watching the area were reader got hurt burn while cradling his precious

Thank you for listening!

Wild Card Joker Mohawk Mark x Harley Quinn Reader

Haven't really written directly for the Mark variants so this may be a little shaky, but I hope you like it

No one wants to end up like this.

Get into a discussion about whether it's better to be respected or feared, most people choose respect. You didn't always agree with it that, but what are you gonna do? Voice the risky answer and sow a disturbance that drags behind you whenever you enter a room?

No one wants to find themselves on the wrong side of a war.

Research old battles and there are clear good guys and bad guys. Heroes are praised while villains get crap for the rest of their life. And hardly is there respect for the few who can't clearly be labeled as one of the two.

No one wants to be deemed gone. Lost. Insane.

People pity the deranged, patronize as they say how they pray for them to get better. Then go on with their day, averting eyes, speeding past all the weirdos in the streets. Who cares what happens as long as they don't end up as them, right?

You used to do the same. Simply acting as polite society expected one to be. Stay on track, be kind but hold your tongue, speak your truth but don't let those risky opinions out lest you tarnish your precious reputation. Presentation is everything, you know? If people become uncomfortable around you then you basically become good as the garbage draining down the gutter.

Suppose that's why you like Mark.

He dosen't care about all those unspoken rules. He doesn't care what people want. Or think. Or say.

He only cares about what he wants. What he likes. Enjoying himself.

Maybe that makes him selfish.

But when he first showed up? Crumbling once steady skyscrapers, punching through the rich, the needy, and everyone in-between, brushing off their splattered blood, laughing above the cutting screams? Gloating about this world's pathetic lack of control, then seizing it without much of a struggle?

You decided you didn't care if he was selfish.

And you actually cracked a smile. One that wasn't forced out of necessary politeness.

You watched your old colleagues scatter by, tears of fear running down their cheeks. One ran into you. And then you lost it.

You started to laugh. Swinging them round like a kid in a playground. Couldn't they see? Nothing mattered anymore. No one has to restrain themselves by playing nice. This new guy in town was going to make changes for the better!

You have to meet him.

Your colleague shouted as they wretched away from you. And there was no reason for what you did next. But when they said you were acting crazy, that you needed to pull it together and find a way out of the city? You decided to follow in the Viltrumite's footsteps.

You snapped their neck and delighted in that bubbly feeling springing in your gut. It had never felt so good to laugh.

A new you was born that day. Or rather, your true self had been set free.

You went on for hours, your spree becoming more loose and experimental. So many methods, so much time. You truly forgot about Mark in those moments, practically moving in a daze as you searched for people in hiding.

But you had certainly caught Mark's attention by then.

Not noticing him watching from a distance, distracted by the unexpected, yet not uninteresting display. Snide grin spreading further on his lips.

If he hadn't been more than a human, you probably could've done some real damage to him as he got closer.

He was taunting and he was crass, poking fun at your unskilled manner. Seemed to be trying to goad you into attacking him as well.

But when he finally set foot on the ground, chest to your back as he let his hands grip your hips, lips to your ear as he whispered tricks to make the process go faster? You both knew this invasion couldn't have been a mere coincidence. You were meant to have met each other this way.

It was obvious you were asked to help rule his empire. And you learned to the extent that you could love his percieved selfishness.

You sit on the arm of his throne, leaning in to whisper news about the people trying to rebel. It's not hard to find their hideouts when you knew this world like the back of your hand. You do everything to be useful to him.

And he'll reward you with a hug and a kiss. But he's not soft and he's not fleeting. No, he yanks and pulls, rich with teases as he kisses you like you have nowhere else to be. God forbid someone interrupt. And if you praise him, those habits will only get worse.

Mark's taken a liking to you. So if anyone ever gives you trouble, you know he'll handle it. He'll even let you in on the fun. Whaddya say, babe? Should we give them a chance to run, five second head start? Or play around, torture them a bit?

You always get to provide your input on what happens to these people now.

It's nice ruling with him, sitting far above the rest, getting to see that scared look in people's eye once they see you. But sometimes the scenery in the throne room can get a little boring. So you go out on dates.

Anywhere you'd like, the world's your oyster after all. You sit in his arms, all nice and cozy, kissing up his neck as he flies you around, telling him how great he is and how you'd do anything for him.

You never plan where you're going. Sometimes you go on normal dates, making out in the ruined parks, star gazing till the sun comes up. It's nice and all, but you both prefer more excitement than sitting and enjoying nature can give you.

So you go to the city to have some fun. See who can kill the most people by the end of the night. Which of you can knock down the building fastest, his raw power or your bombs and other weapons? Who'll be the one to spark the flames that rage through the city first?

It's lovely. Watching the smoke pour out the doors, picking off the last few ants that stumble out of the buildings. Making a mess on the pavement, staining your clothes in a glossy coat that you won't easily wash off, careful hands drenched with a vibrant red. You laughter free and truly happy, ringing high above the terror. Watching Mark grin as he taunts the few still alive, drawing them out into a slow, painful death.

You couldn't be more greatful that he'd come to your world, that you got to see him like this.

You go over, turning him by his shoulder. You don't say much, just smile sweetly, hoping your eyes can convey how content you are. And you kiss him slow. Savoring him, thinking over every moment that had led to you being here.

When you pull back, his lips are stained red with the blood that had splashed over yours. An effective mark to seal you to him.

Thank goodness you already thought so, cause if he wasn't obsessed before, there was definitely no getting away now. I mean, how's he supposed to think when he sees you looking so tenderly at him like that?

He'd go through hell or high water to keep you at his lap.

He never really had to prove it, you would have believed anything he said.

But when you'd been ambushed on one of your outings, not responding to him for a certain amount of time. Laying on the ground, pinned by a few resourceful rebels. Getting kicked and beat for being a traitor to your own kind. Blood, your blood spilling around you. And you mutter out a weak, little, "Mark."

He proved he wasn't all pomp and words.

In an instant the roof caves in, light shining down on the rebel base like a spotlight. One second to scan the area, one second for the rebels to realize what true fear is, one second for you to laugh as you tell them how they messed up.

Then everything is a blur.

Screams are cut short as black and blue zips past, slicing through them like paper. Blood is spilt, organs are flayed, bones are splintered through as easily as toothpick, clothes becoming the kindling that would melt the flesh from their skeletons.

You're laughing, sides aching as you cough up fluids. You had warned them about this and they hadn't listened. So why wouldn't you enjoy their idiocy?

Mark though?

Mark was silent, for the first time since you had met him. He wasn't playful or joking as he usually does. Quick and efficient as he worked through the whole base.

You weren't on the ground long before he came over to get you. He held you carefully, not wanting to hurt you. Intimately close to his chest, not caring how dirty he'd end up after. He flew you back out the opening he'd made, stopping and turning a good distance away to watch the base crumble. The flames licking higher and higher, reflected in his soft brown eyes.

Right now though, his eyes were not soft. They looked on with disdain, stormy with thoughts you couldn't quite pinpoint. And his lips were set in a thin line. Frowning didn't suit him.

His hands were slowly starting to become painful in their grip on you.

So you kissed his cheek and thanked him. Once, then twice, coaxing him with smaller kisses as you insisted that you were okay.

Maybe he didn't agree, but his grip lightened and he looked down at you.

So pliant and delicate in his arms. You were still bruised in ways you shouldn't have been, by people who shouldn't be touching you. And he remembered how fragile you were compare to his Viltrum genes.

This would never happen again. If you were to be at side for forever then it couldn't happen again.

He'd make an example out of anyone who dared to think it. With his superhearing, it wasn't hard to weed out the people who planned to target you next time. He let everyone see what would happen to them if they tried.

He took his time with the executions, like he should have back at the base. But he'd been so angry then that he didn't even think of enjoying himself. So now he would. He laughed and smirked as people began to cry, reminding them how stupid and pathetic they were, what a waste they made by living.

He called out to the crowd that he forced to watch, declaring how it'd be them next. Breaking limbs so they couldn't resist, cutting and gouging enough for them to survive but for it to also be painful, beating them within an inch of their life but careful enough so they wouldn't fall unconscious.

Then he'd look back up to his throne, where you sat all safe and sound, waiting for your verdict. The torture didn't stop till you said so, till you gave him the thumbs down to rip off their heads.

The people had to clean up the mess when it was done, friends and family forced to scoop up the mushy remains of their loved ones and toss them out.

At the end of the day, you and Mark would fall into your bed. His head on your chest, memorizing the pattern of your heart. Your hand in his slip of hair, murmuring how sweet it was for him to protect you like that. Planning how tomorrow would go, assuring each other that you loved the other so much.

You were okay ending up like this. Being feared.

You were okay finding yourself on this side of the war. Seen as a villain.

You were okay being deemed gone. Lost. Insane. People had ignored it, you were given the chance to embrace it.

If it meant you were with Mark who didn't care about any of that, then you'd be okay.

You wouldn't have been able to be yourself if he wasn't around.

So you want to stay like this. Want to wreak havoc as day breaks. Want to kiss him amidst the screams. Want to lay at his side as night falls.

You want to be with Mark even if it meant being around no one else anymore.

And Mark was going to make sure that was gonna happen.

[iyz2scared]

Behold, my first fanfic ever!

Also be warned because I can't be bothered to proof-read this shit @fishymom-art @anonymouscreatorxd

REBLOGS OVER LIKES PLEASE, I WANT PEOPLE TO SEE THIS

Why do they care?

It was an active day in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, cookies chatting nonchalantly with eachother while doing final preparations for the approaching snowstorm as watchers patrol the streets, checking to make sure everything is bunkered down properly and helping when needed, up within the castle walls, Cloud Haetae cookie watches Mystic Flour with a deadpan face as she does one last check of the garden trying their best to ignore the whispers in the back of their mind, asking why this matters. "I think that's everything" Mystic Flour mutters before walking towards her child "is there anything specific you want to check over Cloud Haetae cookie?" "No..." the smaller cookie answers with a flat voice, they weren't always like this, not even a year ago they were joyful and energetic, like a puppy wanting to discover everything the world has to offer, but that part's hard to reach now, her old souljam shrouding the light she once saw in her child's eye in a fog of apathy "... well let's get inside then, no point in staying out here in the cold" she sighs, gently nudging Cloud Haetae cookie along, after some walking through the halls for a bit, the two entered the room where Fettuccine cookie and Onion cookie where staying in, they had been over for a visit when snowstorm warning was issued and Mystic wasn't about to risk losing any children to the snow "hii" Fettuccine greets as Onion cookie looks up from her fidget to nod hello before Mystic speaks up "hello you two, I wanted to check if everything was alright over here" "yeah we're ok!" "We're good" Cloud Haetae cookie slips into the room as the girls give their confirmations "if that's the case then I'll leave you be, if any of you need anything just ask one of the watchers to get me ok?" "ok, byebye"

Cloud Haetae cookie wasn't keeping track of the time as they listen to Fettuccine infodump about her recent interest and the wind howling in the distance, normally the wind didn't bother them but this time something about it was off putting to them and not know why only unsettled them more, why did it sound so sad? "Cloud Haetae cookie, are you ok?" The canid looks up at Onion cookie, her pupil-less eyes showing a sense of worry "Y-yeah, I..." as much as they wanted to lie, Cloud Haetae cookie knew that Onion cookie was scarily good at picking up on emotions, so much so that she was the only one who could still read Cloud Haetae cookie's emotions, which they were grateful for at times, other times however... "I- the wind's just loud, that's all" "... Fettuccine could you tell us more about the roses you've been growing?" "Yeah, they have really pretty petals and, oh did you know that desert roses actually store water in their stems?" "I thought all flowers did that?" "Nope, some only siphon, some plants-" "thank you" Cloud Haetae cookie whispers as Fettuccine rambles on, Onion cookie giving them a thumbs up in response.

Later, the wind is starting to get to Cloud Haetae cookie again, Fettuccine had fallen asleep so they couldn't rely on her rambling to tune it out anymore, all they can do is listen to the dreadful howl "you sure you don't need miss Flour?" Onion asks them, her voice seeming to come from everywhere in the room "she's probably asleep by now" "we both know she wouldn't care if you woke her up" "..." Cloud Haetae cookie glances over at the rabbit plush sitting next to Fettuccine, the mummy peacefully sleeping in a heap "I don't know why it's bothering me so much, it's not like I haven't experienced a snowstorm before..." "playing dead isn't going to change that though" Cloud Haetae cookie lets out a long sigh as they sit up "since when did you get so wise" "since I learned that I have all the time in Earthbread" "fair" after that quick exchange, Cloud Haetae cookie slipped off into the halls wandering without really thinking about where their going, surely they'll end up at their mom's room eventually "Prince Cloud Haetae!" Fuck "what are you doing out here, it's late and storming" "... I'm not a puppy" "that isn't- I didn't mean it like that, my apologies, it's just that last time you wandered alond night-" Has it really been that long since he's wandered the castle alone? "I know, I'm not going there, I wasn't wandering then either" "right.... do you need my help for anything?" "I just want to go find mom" "oh, I take you there if you want" "no" "are-... ok, if you don't mind me prying-" Cloud Haetae cookie starts tuning the watcher out, since when did the cookies here get so nosey, why do they care so much, why do they care about anything? They've already lost Sriracha Cheddar cookie to destruction, what makes them think they wouldn't fall to apathy, why do they continue to keep such a danger close, why do they care so much? "Young prince?" "... go away" "hmm, pardon?" Cloud Haetae cookie turns to face the cookie following them "Leave me alone" "... alright sorry, I understand" the watcher gives Cloud Haetae cookie a quick pat on the shoulder before turning around, they can't keep caring like this, they need to stop, they need to let go, they need to learn that they can't care for something uncaring, they need to be embraced by apathy, so without thinking, Cloud Haetae cookie grabs the hand of the caring cookie and holds it in their own as a dreadful, comforting white replaces their dough.

Cloud Haetae cookie wants so badly to scream, to wail, to show any outward remorse, but nothing comes out, not even a tremble, the only thing they can do is stare wide eyed at their flour covered paws and at the dusty outfit on the ground, they didn't want this, it's not their fault that they cared for someone so dangerous, but it felt inevitable, maybe they were destined to take their mother's place. "C-Cloud?" They turn to the voice behind them, to look at the horror on their friend's faces "Fettucci-" "WHAT DID YOU DO?!?" "Onion..." Cloud Haetae cookie flinches internally as Onion cookie shrieks at them, barely even registering Fettuccine speaking up" "THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO DESERVE THIS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?! You're- You're a killer, you're awful!!" "Onion, please stop!" Fettuccine wraps her arms around Onion cookie as a puff of white fog envelops Cloud Haetae cookie, clearing to reveal them in their guardian form, there's to much going on, there's flour on their paws, their friends are yelling and screaming at eachother, they can hear Dark Cacao in the distance, the wind is still howling in their ears, the air's too cold, it needs to stop... no, no they can't hurt their friends, their brother, they can't "Cloud Haetae cookie... I- hey WAIT!" They don't even realize their running until they're at the nearby window, but they don't stop themselves from leaping out, they don't stop when they land in the quickly accumulating snow, they don't stop when they hear Dark Choco calling after them, and they don't stop when they reach the wall, they just keep running into the howling wind and snow, but why do they care?

[beef-brisket]

The first man watched as Lucifer danced around the kitchen. His eyes trailed over the kings body, watching the way his muscles moved under his smooth skin.

But his eyebrows furrowed whenever he captured a glance at what Lucifer was packing. Don't get him wrong. He loved it already and craved it. Desperately. But why would he even have one so big? Is this just Lucifer's tricks? Or shapeshifting? He wasn't that big in Eden... was he?

Adam: ...It's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?

Lucifer: Hm? What is?

Adam: Your uh... "friend".

The king looked down and laughed: Oh, Addie. You're quite obsessed with my cock, aren't you? And you haven't even tasted it, yet~.

Adam blushed madly and pushed his face into his duckie plush: S-Stop it! I'm- not obsessed! Just... curious, alright?!

Lucifer: Hm, sure, darling. This seems to be a trait for you first humans. Obsessed and drooling over my cock~.

The first man peaked over Duckvid, his golden eyes looking Lucifer up and down. The king smirked as his eyes lingered on his cock for a second too long before shooting up to his face.

Adam: I'm not like them...

Lucifer: No, you're not. You're special, aren't you "golden boy"~.

Adam: ...I think you're playing with me...

Lucifer: Nonsense! How about you help me with breakfast, hm? I'd like to watch you in action.

Rolling his eyes, Adam got up and made his way over: Just remember, shorty. You're as obsessed with me as I am with you... no! Wait-!

Lucifer: Ha! You ARE obsessed with me!

Adam: No!

The king laughed and met Adam halfway as the first man stomped his way to the kitchen. Wrapping his arms around Adam's waist, Lucifer let Adam move him a few steps while he buried his face into his stomach.

Lucifer: You so are! You know, Adam. These last few days, I'm starting to learn just how adorable and sweet you are! I like it~.

Adam: Pft. Adorable. PFT. Sweet. I'm the commander of the exorcists! I'm hot and badass!

Lucifer: "ex" commander, dove.

Adam: ...Okay, ex. But I could still kick anyone's ass! Take names, take-.

Lucifer: Cock? Or more specifically, my cock?

The king smiled up at Adam, his snake tongue sticking out of his mouth a few centimetres. He could state Adam, his smell, and his shower products. He smelled delicious.

Adam looked down at Lucifer. Why was the literal Devil so cute?! That's the true temptation.

Adam: ...You're a sad, horny little man.

Lucifer: Guilty as charged! Now, get in there and help me with breakfast, hm?

King of Depression

@beef-brisket

Lucifer had been helping around the hotel or he tried to at least. There wasn't much he could really do, but he couldn't help with any of the actual redemption planning. That was more Charlie's area of work and he just trusted that she knew what she was doing.

Adam had been staying at the hotel and over the last few months they seemed to have gotten back on friendly terms, which was nice. But he's been going to therapy with Charlie and doing his own thing.

Lucifer made them pancakes....... There's only so many pancakes someone can make before people get sick of them.

He felt that familiar feeling of darkness creeping into him, it felt like he was a bump on a log just getting in people's way. Like he wasn't wanted there and that he was useless.

Maybe he should go back to the manor, Charlie hadn't been asking for help for anything and he didn't want to bother Adam........ He probably didn't want him around much anyway.....

No one did.

Maybe a couple days at home will be fine, he can check up on his work and get some things done.

That was the plan anyway.

-

Adam came knocking on Lucifer's door at the hotel, it's been two weeks since he's since the little guy and he's actually starting to worry a little.

Adam: Open up shortie!

The door opened a little bit and opening it more Adam could see that Lucifer wasn't even there. And by the looks of it he hadn't been there for a while.

Adam: The fuck?

He went back down to the lobby to talk to Charlie, she was organizing her binder.

Adam: Yo girlie, where's your old man?

Charlie blinked: He's not in his room?

Adam: No, he hasn't been here for a while.

Charlie: Hmmm, he might be at home. Would you mind checking up on him?

Adam: Yeah I guess.

Charlie smiled and thanked him, she opened a portal to the front of the manor.

Adam: ..... Why is this place so fucking big?

-

Lucifer groaned and pulled the blanket up to his face, the curtains in his room were drawn but there was a sliver of light making it in. He doesn't remember when he left his bed last.

Maybe he could have a nap, he was just so tired.

[waywardmillennial]

Woo! It's been a crazy week with Watcher stuff that I just want to put it all in one place (blame my neurodivergent brain) but I've tried not to make it super spoilery

-Ryan and Shane's appearance on The Rookie! Loved that it was more than a one line cameo and it was fun to see them playing themselves on a big network show with all the official Ghost Files stuff that we know and love!

-Ryan's livestream of The Rookie was another delight!

-The return of Road Files (and Shane Files lol - I wonder if the selfie stick will be there all season long)

-Get Scared Live stream that was so chaotic and fun (as expected) and I'm happy knowing it'll lead to more live events soon!

-Like Ghost Files Debriefs soon to be broadcast live on WTV!! It'll be great to see their banter unedited while they argue about ghosts

-Drink To That continues to delight and I love Steven so much. Also with that show we've gotten teases for Ghost Files Alone: Together (GF Alone Electric Boogaloo) and more Too Many Spirits soon! (I'm guessing DTT Mystery Files ep next? Then maybe DTT Travel Season? which should lead into their other news...)

-The Travel Season videos have moved to a new channel and even though we haven't had an official announcement I'm already subscribed and can't wait to see what's happening with more food content with the travel boys!!!!

I love that they're putting so much work into the streamer and promoting it on their socials, and I'm proud of them for continuing to try new things like live streams and bonus shows, to make the quality of the streamer even better! <3

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Criss Angel Is a Douchebag | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore

Word Count: 3440

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“I just need an honest-to-goodness case,” you said, sighing. You flopped back down onto the bed you shared with Dean. “Somehow, every time we think we’ve found one, there’s, like, some other-worldly moral that can be learned from it. Just give me a ghost. I’m beggin’ the world for a ghost.”

Dean chuckled from his seat at the table and turned your laptop around to face you. “How ‘bout this one?” he asked. 

You sat up and leaned forward to read the screen. “Mind Freak?” Dean chuckled. “Maybe so.”

“I’m in,” you shrugged and began tugging on your boots. “Where’s Sam?”

“Sulking somewhere, probably,” your partner replied. 

****

The three of you set off for Sioux City where a new kind of entertainer was taking over: sluttier versions of Criss Angel, quite possibly. Jeb Dexter was one of them, and he performed a mock-demon-exorcism in front of an audience and a camera crew.

“I can't believe people actually fall for that crap,” Dean snorted as you walked away from Jeb. 

“It's not all crap,” Sam replied. 

Dean rolled his eyes. “What part of that was not a steaming pile of bullshit?”

“Okay, that was crap,” the younger brother admitted, “but that's not all magicians. It takes skill.”

“Oh, right, right, I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you?” Dean taunted. “I mean, you had, you had, like a deck of cards and a wand.”

“Dude, I was thirteen. It was a phase.”

“Aw, Sam,” you cooed. “That’s adorable.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled jokingly, clearly embarrassed. 

“Just… it bugs me,” Dean continued. “Y’know, playing at demons and— and magic, when the real thing will kill you bloody.”

“Like a guy who drops dead of ten stab wounds with no holes in his shirt?” you chimed in, referring to the case you were here to work. It seemed like it’d be a simple witch hunt. 

Dean nodded. “That's what I'm talking about.”

****

You spoke to the assistant of the young magician you’d died, and he revealed he’d found a tarot card depicting the ten of swords in his boss’s stuff while he was packing. You had the assistant give you the tarot card before you were on your way. 

You turned it over in your hand; it was a standard Rider Waite card. You’d dabbled with the cards in as a teen while trying to escape your parents' extremist religion, and that would undoubtedly prove useful to you in this situation. “I mean, obviously,” you began as you walked up to the place where Jeb and his crew were filming: a magician’s convention. “The guy on the card got stabbed through the back. But there’s meanings to each of these cards. The swords traditionally represent trouble and problem solving. The ten of swords indicates a disaster of some sort, which…” you trailed off. 

Sam snorted. “You in some coven we don’t know about?”

You shook your head. “I saw The Craft one-too-many times.”

Dean walked over to two older men sitting near the film crew. The assistant had indicated Vernon Haskell and a man named Charlie as potential enemies. It made sense; they were older, more traditional magicians, and surely, they didn’t enjoy these kids encroaching on their territory. 

“You Vernon Haskell?” Dean asked, crouching behind the man. 

“Who’s asking?” the man replied, turning around. 

“Federal agent. Ulrich,” your partner said. “Looking into the death of Patrick Vance.”

You watched on as Jeb interviewed another older magician and got his name completely wrong. 

“What a douche,” you commented quietly. 

“Couldn't agree more,” Vernon said. 

You smiled lopsidedly, turning to him and pulling the ten of swords out. “You use cards in your act, right?”

Vernon scoffed. “My act? That was a long time ago. I haven't touched a deck in years, y’know.” He held up his shaking hands, indicating a neurodegenerative disease. 

“You know anybody who uses ‘em now?” you questioned.

“Well, there was a guy down on Bleeker Street.”

The other older man chimed in. “Oh, yeah. He— he peddles that kind of specialty stuff.”

Dean questioned, “Did he have a problem with Vance?”

Vernon nodded. “Matter of fact, Vance crossed him about a year ago. Probably cost him fifty grand in royalties.” He directed you toward where to find the young man whose name was apparently Chief. 

You and Dean walked down a darkened street lined with neon signs to the address Vernon had given you. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said. “Dean, I think this is the red-light district.”

“So what? Sex workers can be witches, too,” he shrugged.��

“No, no, I know,” you argued. “But I think our magician friends are trying to get us pegged.”

Dean snorted. “Look, let’s just go check it out, okay?”

“Oh-kay.” You sighed and followed behind him into the building. 

****

Around thirty minutes later, the two of you walked out again, and you were laughing hysterically. “I told you!” You wiped tears from your eyes and clutched your stomach. “ ‘You ain’t been had till you been had by the Chief’,” you mimicked the deep voice of the sex worker you’d run into. 

“Fine, fine, you were right,” Dean grumbled. “Let’s— Let’s just go find Sam and never talk about this again, huh?”

“Don’t lie, you liked it.” You slapped his ass, smirking mischievously. 

He wheeled around, giving you a challenging glare. While you continued to laugh, he slung an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Shut up, asshole.”

****

You approached Vernon and Charlie with Sam and Dean hot on your heels. 

“The Chief, huh?” You quirked a brow and crossed your arms. 

“What's the matter? Chief not your type?” the other magician named Charlie smirked. 

Dean smirked back. “Y’know, I could have you both arrested for obstruction of justice.”

“How?” Vernon scoffed. “You’re no Fed.”

“We con people for a living, son. Takes more than a fake badge to get past us,”Charlie explained. 

Sam and Dean laughed a little awkwardly. You took the opportunity to step in. “You got us,” you said. “I’m, uh, looking for a gig as a showgirl. Thought by coming to the convention, I could get somebody interested in my… talents.” You looked down at your somewhat exposed breasts, knowing the role of the magician’s assistant in these circles was bordering on sex work. 

Vernon considered for a moment, eyeing you up and down a bit despite his best efforts not to be a complete ass. “I’m sure you’ll find someone.” 

Then, the man on stage pulled your attention away from your conversation. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the magician named Jay announced, “what you're about to witness is a feat so daring, So dangerous, even the great Houdini dared not attempt it. I give to you… The executioner!” He gave a straitjacket to an audience member to inspect. “Now, sir, as you can see, this jacket is the real article. Thank you, sir. You may take your seat. Now, I will have one minute— sixty seconds— to escape certain death. Let's see if I can do it.” The curtain fell on Jay, and you could see his silhouette as he tried to get out of his straitjacket with a noose wrapped around his neck.

As the clock ticked down, Dean whispered to you, “I don't think he's gonna make it.”

You kept your eyes glued to the silhouette, and when the clock struck zero, Jay appeared from behind the curtain completely unharmed. 

“That was amazing!” Dean cheered, clapping. “That was fuckin’ amazing!”

You furrowed your brow, standing next to Sam as he said, “That was not humanly possible.”

****

After the show, the three of you headed back to your motel room to regroup. 

“Looks like this guy Jay was a pretty big deal in the seventies,” Sam explained. 

“Which, in magician land, means what, exactly?” Dean asked. 

“Big enough to play Radio City Music Hall.”

“What got him stuck in their ‘Where are They Now?’ file?”

“He got old.”

You drew your lips together. “Okay, so, maybe he’s using real magic to make a comeback?” you suggested. 

Sam shrugged. “It's possible. Some kind of spell that works a death transference.”

“How does the tarot card mix into it?” Dean questioned. 

“You can use tarot for those kinds of spells,” you explained. “It’s heavy-duty magic. Almost like planting the tarot card is what lays the curse; the card is what carries the energy.”

Dean nodded, thinking for a moment. “Man, I hope I die before I get old. Whole thing seems brutal, don't it?”

“What, you don’t wanna hunt ghosts with me when we’re ninety?” you smirked, sitting down next to him on your bed.

He tossed an arm around you and pulled you to his side so the two of you were lounging against the headboard. “You’re great and all, but no.”

“You think we will?” Sam asked. 

“What?” you and Dean replied in unison. 

“Die before we get old,” Sam replied. 

“Haven’t you and I already done that?” Dean laughed. 

You nudged his ribs with your fist lightly. “Don’t remind me.”

“C’mon, Dean.” Sam rolled his eyes. “I mean, do you think we'll still be chasing demons when we're sixty?”

“No, I think we'll be dead for good,” he responded. 

His words cast a solemn shadow over the room. 

“What?” Dean said. “You wanna end up like— like Travis? Huh? Or Gordon, maybe?”

“There’s Bobby,” the younger brother suggested. 

“Oh, yeah, there's a poster child for growing old gracefully,” Dean snickered. 

“Maybe we'll be different, Dean.”

“What kind of Kool-Aid you drinking, man?” This conversation was clearly confusing Dean. “Sammy, it ends bloody or sad. That's just the life.”

As brutal as that was, it was true. 

Sam went silent, but only for a moment. “What if we could win?”

“ ‘Win’?” Dean scoffed. 

“If there was a way we could just…” the brunet paused to search for the words, “put an end to all of it.”

The older brother’s tone became serious. “Is there something going on you're not telling me?”

“No.”

“Sammy—”

“No. Look, I'm just saying— I just wish there was a way we could… go after the source. That's all. Cut the head off the snake,” he explained. 

“Well, the problem with the snake is that it has a thousand heads. Evil bitches just keep piling out of the Volkswagen.” Although dejected, Sam conceded, “Yeah. Guess you’re right.”

“Why don't you go see if you can track down Jay?” Dean suggested. “We’ll see what we can dig up on this tarot card.”

Sam nodded. As soon as he was out of the room, you and Dean sat up to look at each other. 

“Something’s definitely wrong, right?” Dean asked you. 

You nodded. “Yeah, definitely.” You felt your stomach drop, hoping to god he wasn’t planning on using his powers again. Your fear was maybe irrational especially considering he knew what you’d been asked to do; you hoped he wasn’t that stupid. 

Dean gave you a quick peck on the lips to pull you out of your thoughts. “Hey, c’mon. I’m sure he’s fine.”

Still a little zoned out, you nodded. 

****

Sure enough, Jeb had been found hanging from the ceiling with the Hanged Man card in his back pocket. Your theory about the cards acting as targets for energy transference seemed to be right on the money, and Jay had been crossed by both men in the days before their deaths.

“Up against the wall!” Dean commanded, having followed Jay to his hotel room.

“God, who are you? What do you want?” he asked, clearly frustrated.

“Now!” your partner commanded again. 

“We know what you did,” you told him, helping Dean pin the man to the wall. 

“You been working some real bad mojo to jump-start your act,” Dean continued. 

“What?” Jay scoffed. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Look, we know you put a spell on those tarot cards,” Sam said. 

“Messing with real magic?” Dean added. 

“ ‘Real magic’? Come on, there's no such thing as real magic,” Jay replied, struggling under you. 

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, believe me. I've been around this stuff my whole life. It's all just— It's— It's illusions. It's tricks. It— It's all fake!”

“Jeb Dexter strung up,” Dean argued, “was that just an illusion?”

“What? Something happened to Jeb?” Jay seemed genuinely surprised. 

“He was found hanged in his room,” Sam replied, voice considerably less harsh. “Right after you slipped the noose last night.”

“I don't know what you're talking about. Please, just let me go.” “Something's not right,” you said. 

“Usually they're whipping some badass hoodoo at us by now,” Dean affirmed. 

The three of you tied Jay to a chair to keep him still so you could deliberate your next move. By the time you turned back around, though, Jay was gone. 

“We shoulda seen that coming,” you sighed. 

“Come on,” the brunet urged. “He couldn't have gotten that far.” 

You followed him out of the room, but there was no one in the hallway. The three of you headed down to the lobby to get more of a look around. 

Then, you saw the police at the door. 

“Oh, fuck, guys.” You nodded at the men looking around the lobby. 

“That's them!” Jay called as he appeared next to the police. “Those are the nut jobs that just broke into my room!”

****

Every encounter with the police was just starting to piss you off. You’d evaded them enough times to know this wasn’t going to be too much of an issue, but this was hindering your ability to do your job. Whoever was working with or for Jay now had even more of an opportunity to kill someone else. 

You bounced your leg up and down while you sat on the bench in the holding cell, a few feet away from where another detainee slept. Dean paced, and Sam sat beside you. None of you spoke, each too pissed off and consumed by your own thoughts to form words. 

Then, around midnight that night, the guard opened the cell. “Alright, Ulriches. You’re free to go.”

You exchanged a look with Dean, knowing something had probably happened to result in Jay dropping the charges. And thus, you met up with him in the hotel lobby. 

“We have to talk,” he told you when you arrived. He brought you into the hotel’s bar where he gave you the news that Charlie had been killed during his act that night. “I was just a kid when we first met,” he lamented. “All I knew was how to cheat at cards. Charlie got me out of more scrapes than I can count. Hell, I would’ve been dead by the age of twenty if it hadn't been for him.” He sighed heavily, then took a swig of his drink. “He was more than my friend. He was my brother.”

“I'm sorry, Jay,” Sam told him. 

“Look, I should have listened to you guys when you told me that my show was killing people.”

“Well, you weren't the one pulling the trigger,” Dean replied. 

He put his glass down on the bar. “Yeah, but someone did, and I want to find out who did this to Charlie. So I'll do whatever you guys say. Just tell me what to do.”

“Jay, whoever's doing this,” the younger Winchester began, “they like you. They're probably close to you. Did Charlie and Vernon get along?”

Jay looked almost offended. “No. No, it’s not Vernon.”

“He's the only one that makes sense,” Dean urged. 

“Charlie and Vernon were your family, Jay,” Sam added. 

“And now Charlie's gone.”

“Yeah, but… they butted heads sometimes, but Vernon could never do something like this,” Jay tried. 

“It doesn’t make complete sense to me, either,” you said, and all three men turned to you. “But he’s really the only option here. And real magic… it’s almost a drug. That kind of power can corrupt people in ways you may not even notice at first.”

Jay looked down at the granite in front of him. “You better be damn sure about this,” he finally said heavily. “Vernon's all I got left.”

“Well, let us go take a look around his room first,” you told the old man. “I mean, I’m assuming y’all have been on the road your whole life. Everything he owns will be in that room; including whatever mojo he’s working.”

Jay agreed and found a way to get Vernon downstairs. When he was gone, you began your search. 

“Guys, it’s just a bunch of old-timey magic crap,” you noted, dropping a few red balls back in the cups they belonged to. “No herbs, no candles, and no tarot cards.”

“I'll be damned,” Dean breathed out.

At your and Sam’s questioning looks, Dean held up a poster to you. “Look like anyone we know?”

****

You and the Winchesters crept into the theater with your guns drawn. On the stage, you saw a much younger version of Charlie talking to Jay and Vernon about how he’d gained his immortality. Apparently, P.T. Barnum had given him the grimoire that taught him everything he knew about magic.  

“And who else has to die so that we can live forever?” Jay argued.

“What's the price tag on immortality? This isn't right, Charlie; what you're doing. You know that. Somewhere, you know that.”

“I know I don't want to come back alone— to start all over, alone,” Charlie replied. 

“Jay,” Vernon said hesitantly, “we can be young again.”

“The three of us together— Vital and alive forever.”

“Not so fast!” Dean butted in, stepping forward into the light on the stage. “I ain't Guttenberg, and this ain't Cocoon.” He nodded at Charlie. “Immortality. That's a neat trick.”

“It's not a trick. It's magic.” A noose appeared behind Dean as Charlie spoke. 

“Dean, look out!” you screamed, but it was too late. 

The noose dropped around Dean’s neck, lifting him in the air. 

You and Sam immediately shot at Charlie, but he caught the bullet in his teeth. 

“Hey, bullet catch,” Charlie chuckled, “been working on that.”

“Get him!” Dean choked. 

“Let him go!” you shouted, rushing Charlie. You tackled him to the ground and slammed your fist into his face. He flipped you off him, taking out a knife and stabbing you through the stomach. Though, no pain ever came. 

Instead, Charlie began to choke on his own blood, clutching his abdomen. “Jay,” Charlie panted, “you picked these strangers over me?”

Jay couldn’t answer him, and you pushed yourself upright to go check on Dean. “You okay?” you asked, supporting his head in one hand so you could see his neck and inspect it for injuries. 

He grabbed the wrist holding his face. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright, sweetheart.”

You kissed his cheek and threw your arms around his neck while he held your waist.

****

When the dust had settled and Charlie had been taken to the morgue, you and the brothers met Jay in the hotel bar to say goodbye. 

“Hey, Jay,” Dean said. “We wanted to thank you for what you did.”

“I just killed my best friend, and you want to thank me?” Jay responded, voice nearly devoid of emotion. His face held a sorrow you’d never seen in him before. 

“Where's Vernon?” you asked. 

Jay pursed his lips. “Oh, he's gone. He said he didn't want to speak to me again after what I did to Charlie.”

“Well, he’s a shit friend, then,” you said matter-of-factly. “Charlie was never gonna give up killing. You did the right thing.”

Jay turned to face you. “Are you sure about that? You know, Charlie was like my brother. And now he's dead... because I did ‘the right thing.’ He offered me a gift, and I just threw it back in his face. So now, I have to spend the rest of my life old and alone. What's so right about that?” He got up from the bar, leaving you and your boys in contemplative silence. 

“Jay,” the bartender said, nodding to the pack of cards he’d left on the bar, “your cards.”

He took one last look at them before finally saying, “Throw them away.”

You watched as Jay left, heart bleeding for him. 

“Well, I don't know about you, but I could go for a beer,” Dean said, sitting down on a barstool. 

You laughed half-heartedly. “Me, too.”

“I'm gonna take a walk,” Sam told you and Dean. He was walking away before you or Dean could respond. 

You looked after him as he left, anxiety gripping your chest. Something in you told you he was up to no good. 

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[hummingjay]

Dying 101

A fair bit of yapping under the cut about what's kinda happening here. In short it's just yap about why kasuars are so weak physically but still won't die.

Something I always did wanna play with is that ÆON doesn't care at all about the kasuars. As in what they do, how they feel, and what they're made of, so long as they fight well. On one hand, that's great! They can comfortably degrade without being put down, they can express themselves without too much worry, and generally are under less watch than another replika type.

What's NOT great is that ÆON treats them horridly. Kasuars are built with cheap, recycled garbage. They're made of inferior components and structure and are physically weaker. The density of their flesh is actually less than that of another replika like Elsters. (they match strength by lessening the physical inhibitors of the body. More on that in a sec.) In fact, in their armor, they weigh about the same as a Eule. The only thing that isn't utterly weak is their outermost shells to prevent crushing. Enough blunt trauma and their inside will tear or liquify on the inside and literally leak out (notice there's no wound up there?)

Their only strength is in their head- they have intense pain tolerance and enough grit to survive almost a full 45 minutes past full organ failure, so long as their heart and lungs function. (if they don't, then Kasuars'll spend 15 minutes suffocating instead of around 5.) They also can push their limits more. You know how in fits of adrenaline, humans get insane strength but overexert themselves and get hurt? Kasuars always have that fun rush and will sometimes accidentally tear their arms off. Stronk. They may have less strength inhibitors but their nerves are in full function, so they feel whatever pain they go through, they just handle it extremely well.

That's why ÆON can afford to make them so cheaply. The nerual template gives them the survivability of a replika made of proper material. This is GREAT for ÆON but for the Kasuars it makes things much, much worse. Bullets do far more damage to weaker material so not only do they get hurt more, all the corpses are far, far more mutilated. Instead of the couple of bullet holes in your best friend her guts are spilling out, only the guts in question are now closer to a mulch.

Then they don't get care. ÆON can't possibly be bothered to send enough repair supplies so kasuars are treated with whatever's on hand, usually by themselves or Ara units; they don't get much medics to do it. They'll literally take welding torches and use them to close the wounds. While not standard issue, It's hard to find a Kasuar without duct tape for medical emergencies. Older ones can cut their bodies open to remove and repair bones. (No, they don't have enough pain meds for that to not be insanity-inducing) They also don't get therapy. All those corpses? or more aptly all those piles of biomechanical mulch? All those scenes go unresolved. The closest they'll ever get is to talk to someone about it. Problem with that is they really really wanna be loved and a great way to scare potential friends away is to talk about how your friend was ruptured by a grenade.

All that tallies up since Kasuars are by default not all there. They're unstable from the moment they deploy, immediately sent to go die or watch others die in the most brutal fashions possible, and get no care whatsoever. If you haven't guessed KSAR suicide rates are high for those that live more than a week. Allegedly. ÆON doesn't document them.

[karikitdemonrp]

Kari looked up at Inuyasha, doing her best to read his features. She could tell how serious he was as he spoke. It helped her calm down a bit, even if a part of her was stubbornly clinging to the idea that this was all fake or that this wouldn't last. It felt good to have something, even if it was for a little bit. She let out a tiny giggle when the half demon ruffled her hair and sighed. "I..." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Thanks, Inuyasha." She muttered softly, moving to hold his hand on her head briefly, finding comfort in the touch. Though she did eventually move her hand so he could get his hand off her muddy head.

"You think I'm smart?" She asked with a tiny snort. "Nah, I'm not really that smart. But, uh, thanks for the compliment." She muttered, feeling more comfortable with the half demon. "And... I guess you're right about that though, I've been through hell." Her eyes narrowed a bit as her mind drifted to past memories.

Of a time when things were okay for her. Not as hectic, not as lonely. "Though, I wasn't always alone." She muttered, her body relaxing as she began to let her guard down for a moment. "There was this old man who took care of me, he was really goofy and didn't really lie to me. I don't think so anyway. He said he found me on his door step with my scarf and some clothes and other stuff. One thing being a note with my full name and birthday. But no other information." Kari muttered. "He was nice, helping me fall asleep when I had nightmares, even fixing up Tsuki when she got ripped or something. He'd bandage me when I was hurt. But he didn't know anything about my parents. And he tried for a long time to find them. I remember him hobbling back and forth down the streets and to city hall and whatever to find any information. But there wasn't anything he could find."

The child's gaze drifted off of Inuyasha as she went on. "He even had a framed outfit with a lotus on it. It looked like the orphans outfits in the village, but older and a bit worn. I kinda connected the dots that way." Kari gave a bitter sweet chuckle and sighed. "But... A few weeks before I turned four, I was heading home from some errands and... There was an ambulance in front of our home. He didn't make it. Think he had a heart attack or something while I was gone. But... Being with you and Kagome and Shippo I'm not feeling as lonely. It kinda reminds me of back then, having someone to laugh with and play with and all. But... It's also scary." The child shivered slightly. "Cuz I can lose that again. And I don't wanna get attached to someone only to lose them in the end. So It kinda got easy to just... Not get to know anyone."

She looked back at Inuyasha and realized what just happened, she panicked a bit and her hair bristled. "Ah, I didn't mean to say all that! I just got caught up in the moment! That might've been too much, d-don't tell anyone please!" She muttered, her symbols flickering ever so slightly but no abilities activated thankfully, but her scent and aura did shift a bit so an ability was trying to activate. "I-- I just... I mean... I've been feeling kinda happy like I use to and all but not exactly the same and well..." Kari puffed out her cheeks a bit, trying to find the right words. "I... What in trying to say is... Thank you for... helping me I guess. I haven't felt like this in a long time." She muttered after a moment.

Inuyasha let out a low breath through his nose—part laugh, part sigh—as Kari’s tiny voice broke the quiet. Her question was so soft, so full of disbelief, it made something twist in his chest. He leaned back just a bit so he could see her face—not enough to break the hug, just enough so she’d see the seriousness in his eyes.

“Tch… Of course we do, runt.”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, even though his tone stayed gentle. His amber eyes locked with hers, firm and steady.

“You’re not a bother. Not to me, not to Kagome, not to Shippo. We wouldn’t be stickin’ around if you were. You think I’d chase after just anybody who ran off crying and try to talk ‘em down with all this mushy stuff?” he snorted, clearly trying to lighten the mood even if he meant every word.

“You got a funny way of thinkin’ for someone so smart.” He ruffled her muddy hair lightly, giving her a crooked grin. “You’ve been through hell and you still got a good heart under all that fear and confusion. That’s worth more than you know.”