#I WOULD DEVOUR ANYTHING SPORTS RELATED

[circuscl0wn]

I hope they don’t typecast Force into CEO/Office roles. He’s doing AMAZING in that role but I NEED to see professional soccer player Force or atleast athlete Force? Idk but something about this GIVES

He even has the soccer player face. If you watch soccer I know you see it lol.

But just imagine it: Athlete Force and standby medic Book or team nutritionist Book. What about injured athlete Force and Physiotherapist Book who helps grumpy ass Force, who thinks his Soccer dreams are over, recover.

[landslided]

Do you have any headcanons for Johnny’s life between the end of tkk and beginning of ck? The show gives us a lot of background for his life before tkk but not so much after that

ANON IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO REPLY TO THIS!!!

but omg, yes of couuuurse i do.

as a slight warning: canon is my sandcastle, i get to reshape it as i please, this might not be totally accurate to the info given by the show but i! don't! care!

tw: alcoholism, sex work mention, sickness

johnny did graduate high school but it was very precarious. bobby and jimmy pulled through in those last months by making the three other boys study as much as they could, tommy and johnny managed to graduate but dutch dropped out at the last second (and got his GED later, in prison).

johnny enrolled to business school because sid told him this was all he would pay for. he was more interested in a sport related career but sid told him trying for sport coach or exercise physiologist would just be a waste of time.

the cobras had a shitty rock garage band from 1992 to 1994, there are extremely cringe clips robbie would have definitely found and left anonymous hate on. johnny played the bass and sang. (robbie was upset that, yes, it was cringe, but his dad was kinda good)

johnny had messy MESSY relationships for whole of his twenties and the start of his thirties. he had a pretty serious girlfriend after his short time at business school but they broke up because he absolutely did not want her to meet his mom and it started a huge fight.

johnny also DID have relationships with men because i am of the #BiJohnnyAndAwareOfOIt school at least as he got older. he was extremely repressed in high school but had an awakening in his twenties. he and the cobras did fool around when they were younger but only johnny really seems to have stuck with it. (take that as you want)

(meanwhile to ME daniel larusso was aware that he liked men as a teenager but it didn't really become an issue until he was an adult and he is now creating levels of repression totally unreachable by the common man)

okay back to the question: johnny dated/slept with a few guys, mainly it was casual sex because he accepted he wanted to fuck men, he less accepted that he could also fall in love with them. he did have a pretty serious boyfriend who broke up with him to get married to a woman and it made johnny SO FUCKING UPSET (he couldn't really??? express it?? like yeah okay dude, it's chill we basically lived together but yeah go marry her i mean it was just fucking around right?) that he crashed the avanti. when he asked sid for money to fix it, sid said no and took the keys.

johnny had a bunch of jobs going from handyman to server, to basically anything under the sun that could pay his rent once sid threw him out. i do believe jhnny was a type of sex worker for a while although im not sure what and i don't think he stayed long.

johnny and laura were very close but as he got older, he started looking more and more like his father and it upset laura a lot.

he and shannon met in a bar, she was scamming guys out of their money at the pool table, johnny saw her and was like... i need to know her.

they WERE in love, it was genuine and real for a while but very quickly they understood they were too similar and couldn't have an actual relationship without devouring each other. they did continue to have sex for a long time because they trusted each other and stayed friends... until robbie.

when shannon got pregnant there was a moment they didn't know if it was his and johnny was like, even if its not mine i will help and it would have probably been easier for him to step up if it hadn't been his kid. shannon did a test, robbie was his kid and the mess started there.

laura got sick and it was long and agonizing. johnny tried to save face but that's truly when he started drinking (he always had a drink problem but this was the breaking point), shannon had robbie and johnny crumbled.

shannon and johnny tried to get back together for robbie but they did end up doing what they were afraid of doing: destroying each other.

for a while johnny was forcefully admitted to a psych ward by bobby and it worked as rehab for about six weeks but the moment he got out, it got worse.

meeting miguel is what saved johnny's life in many ways, however, meeting daniel larusso back in high school and then seeing him again at the dealership is what gave him the drive to keep trying (absolute spite)

[laura1633]

I'm not a huge Lando fan or hater, but tbh I'm pretty shocked by all the vitriol directed at him since the race. Like I don't think landos comments in the interview were great, he could have been calmer, more diplomatic and eloquent. But... he isn't those things? From all the interviews of him I've seen since 2019, the constant traits he shows are that he's anxious, emotional, and not great at stringing a sentence together on his best day (which is probably at least partially related to his dyslexia, a learning disorder that can absolutely impact someone's ability to find the right words and express themselves verbally).

And so this guy, who skews very emotional, who has just experienced a crash and DNFd from the race, is put in front of a bunch of cameras and asked a bunch of questions while hes still full of adrenaline, and is now being absolutely devoured because he was mad and reactive and didn't offer a carefully nuanced perspective in that moment?

I just think people are holding lando to an impossibly high standard.

Response is below the cut again so that people can scroll past but given this ask was a different perspective I thought it only fair to share and respond.

I honestly don't know what type of reaction Lando is getting on social media or in any other space. I had to switch off from everywhere except here when I started to read people talking about Max deserving another crash like Silverstone 2021 which I thought was an absolutely vile thing to say and the sport would be better off without "fans" like that.

The reason I said that I give Lando a lot of leeway is because I have always found him to be awkward in interviews . I don't actually mean for that to come across as rude, as someone who has anxiety and adhd I also struggle a lot with expressing my thoughts, especially verbally. So I suppose awkward isn't the correct word, perhaps a better word is uncomfortable.

I also interpret things differently from some others so when Lando has said in the past "I should have won", I interpret it as him being hard on himself rather than self entitled. I also noticed that when he was talking about the effects of the safety car in Canada and saying he would have won without it a lot of the quotes cut off there whereas I know Lando went on to say something along the lines of "but the safety car helped me in Miami". It's clickbait reporting and I have also seen it happen to other drivers such as Max and Lewis. A lot of the blame can lie with the way things are reported and sensationalised.

To me personally the comments Lando made yesterday went beyond 'not giving a nuanced answer' but that is just my opinion. I should also say that its my opinion as a Max fan and I will always be honest and upfront about the fact that I am biased when it comes to anything to do with Max.

What I will say is that I don't think there was any need for the media to ask about their friendship. They could have just asked about the incident itself. I think the media have been building up and waiting for this moment and that is why we have heard so much about their friendship over the last few months. The media will be loving this as they really seem to enjoy making a soap opera out of a sport.

I make no attempt to say I see this through neutral eyes, I see this as a Max supporter. At the same time I don't think there is any need for people to be targeted and attacked on social media, I wouldn't want that for Lando in the same way as I wouldn't want that for Max. These are real people at the end of the day.

We have seen worse contact between other drivers and worse comments and reactions and people have made up and got on with things so lets see how it goes.

[hobgobknowsbest]

So gremlins, huh? I'm noticing a rise of gremlins lately, which has inspired me to continue my extremely limited series of brain vomit posts.

Let me preface this by admitting that, unlike goblins, I did not systematically devour anything related to them when I was a child, so I'm playing catch-up in the here and now. However! I insist on including them into my extremely biased worldview.

Gremlin (n.)

20thc., "an imaginary mischievous sprite regarded as responsible for an unexplained problem or fault, esp. a mechanical or electronic one".

So, while the term goblin is extremely vague, the term gremlin is much less so. It's essentially a specialization. To put it quite simply: all gremlins are goblins, but not all goblins are gremlins.

"The earliest reference to the aerial mischief makers that would come to to be known as gremlins may have been in��The Spectator, a British magazine, which noted just after World War I that “the old Royal Naval Air Service in 1917 and the newly constituted Royal Air Force in 1918 have detected the existence of a horde of mysterious and malicious spirits whose purpose in life was…to bring about as many as possible of the inexplicable mishaps which, in those days as now, trouble an airman’s life.”

"It is one of the most storied of aviation legends: the idea that flying machines are sometimes infested with nefarious gremlins—“little people” who tinker wantonly with various aircraft components. Endlessly creative in their antics and completely devoid of scruples, their devilment seems to know no limits. Physical descriptions of gremlins vary widely, though oddly enough, few airmen have claimed to have actually seen one. Gremlins are usually said to be about a foot tall, with long noses and brightly colored skin, most often hues of green or blue. Especially large feet with suction grips allow for walking in and outside the plane. The gremlins’ overall features are cartoon-like. They wear parts of vintage flight gear and bug-eyed goggles, although, as with other cartoon characters, clothing can be optional. They invariably sport wild and devious expressions when on their appointed rounds. All have magical powers."

The gremlin specialization is obviously a mechanical one. Or, more specifically, the destruction thereof. Their motivations for such mayhem have been the target of much speculation over the years; some have said they match a pilot's mood (i.e. if a pilot's mood is dark, so shall his flight be, or if it is good, then all will be well, etc.). Some have theorized that it is simple pride, and if they feel as if they are insulted or laughed at, their chosen method of retaliation is the tampering or annihilation of property.

The etymology of the word “gremlin” is murky. Some say it derives from the Old English greme or gremian, meaning to vex or annoy, which was then coupled with goblin. But there are other plausible explanations. In Irish Gaelic gruaimin can mean “ill-tempered little fellow.” The German gramlein can be rendered into something like “a small bit of grief.”

Honestly, gremlins are quite the fascinating cousin to all goblin-kind, and I find myself regretting skipping over them when I was younger. The meagre research I've done over the past few days has actually resulted in much, much more than I could hope to squeeze into a single post.

I apologize, cousins. I never gave you the credit you deserved.

So! In closing:

Gremlins are

Proud

Extremely colourful

Enemies to machines of all types

Comfortable in, and protective of the sky

Incredibly sneaky

Incessantly talkative

Pack animals

Vicious

No friend to humans

As a bit of a silly afterthought, I feel the need to bring up a conversation I had with someone recently about gremlins, and how they were compared to a beaver's innate compulsion to stop flowing water. Except with them, it's machines and technology.

[onceupona-chaos]

Elain's trauma + (another) lightsinger theory

(This theory is about Elain)

This post was supposed to be just about Elain's trauma, but I decided to use it to share with you one of my theories. So, buckled up, because this will be long!

Warning: This post will be a little about Elriel, but my focus is Elain. If that's not your cup of tea, be warned! Also, as usual, English is not my first language, so forgive for any mistakes. Be kind always!!

So... since I was reading ACOSF for the very first time I noticed how many times Elain's trauma was brought up, especially that time when the Cauldron kidnapped her. I strongly believe that we have enough textual evidence that points to the next book being about her, so I want to talk a little about that trauma and then share my theorie.

Childhood

I'm not going to talk much about it because there is this incredible post right here where the author did an amazing job. But I’ll briefly talk about it just to make sense.

If Nesta was raised to use her "maneuverings", her talents, her dance, Elain was not raised in the same way (not that was good for Nesta, I'm not saying that).

Elain was raised to look pretty, to please others, to not speak up, to get marry using her pretty face, to be a proper lady: a perfect doll.

So she acted like one.

It simply never occurred to her that she might be capable of getting her hands dirty.

Elain would put on a hat and gloves and kneel in the dirt, weeding. She acted like a purebred lady in every regard but that.

Her mother raised her like that until she was at least eleven years old. This is enough time for her to internalize how she should behave.

This is what SJM is trying to tell about Elain:

"I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she'd disappoint you all"

(Again, check this post for more details, this is just a scratch in comparison)

How this childhood reflects on Elain

Strength:

So, Elain was raised to be passive.

I'm not trying to justify her neglect towards Feyre. Elain has flaws just like any other character. But there's a reason why Feyre and Nesta was filled with rage when they lived in the cottage, and Elain look at it in a different way:

"A shelter from a world that had possessed so little good, but she tried to find it anyway, even if it had seemed foolish and useless to me. She had looked at it that cottage with hope; I had looked at it with nothing but hatred. And I knew which one of us had been stronger."

Since Elain was raised to be passive, her strength is different from her sisters. Her strength comes from her heart, from her kindness. But mostly from her hope. The book tell us that:

"Elain had always been gentle and sweet—and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind."

My point is: her strength is different, not weaker. She is a different type of character, one that a lot of women relate to. Her strength isn't brutal. Her strength is hope. In her book, she will look at an indescribable horrible situation that seems to have no way out and will choose not to despair.

Beauty

She ignored me, and saw Elain as barely more than a doll to dress up, but Nesta was hers.

Elain's mother saw her for her beauty and only that. Now look at this:

Elain had gone from lovely to devastatingly beautiful. Elain never seemed to realize it.

She was several years older, and I’d never done anything to provoke her hatred, but I think …”

“She was jealous of your beauty,” Amren said, an amused smile on her red lips.

Elain blushed. “Perhaps.”

In my opinion, Elain has been seen as beautiful and only beautiful her entire life. It's not that she doesn't realize it, but she doesn't want to be reduced to that.

“Pity you didn’t bring the other sister. I hear our little brother’s mate is quite the beauty"

"They say your sister Elain is the beauty."

"They." Elain's beauty is known across Prythian, Eris said that twice in the series. She is so beautiful, that it seems like this is the first thing everyone will say about her.

That's why she wishes to be seen:

"No one ever looked —not really.” A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. “He did. He saw me. He will not now."

She is described as the most beautiful among the sisters, and one of them is High Lady. So everyone looks at her. However, she wants more than that.

For her, it's vital to be seen.

She wants someone who loves her for who she is. That's why she hoped Graysen would still love her even after she turned Fae.

Trauma

Now that we understand what it means for Elain to be seen, to be loved, can we please stop reducing her trauma to a breakup?

She was: kidnapped from her bed, throw into the Cauldron (we saw what a nice experience that is), changed into something she feared, exposed to all the guards laugh at her and mated to a male who conspired to all of that happen.

Not only that: for months she was lost in her own visions. She didn't even know what was reality anymore:

“I think I was dreaming,” she murmured. “I think I’m always dreaming these days.”

"I hear her—her screaming. With rage. Utter rage…” She shuddered.

And when she was able to understand what she was, a Seer, and "wake up" from whatever "murky realm" she had been, the Wall came down. Which means she faced the Graysen.

Elain genuinely hoped he would love her for who she was despite being Fae. She looked at that situation with the same hope she used to look at the cottage. And how that turned out:

“You belong to him.”

“I belong to no one. But my heart belongs to you.”

Graysen’s face hardened. “I don’t want it.”

He would have been better off hitting her, that’s how deep the hurt in her eyes went.

And then she was kidnapped.

Elain is captured by the Cauldron

SJM used ACOSF to remind us of events that are going to be relevant for the next books and Elain's trauma was repeatedly brought up in ACOSF:

But Elain said, “I went into the Cauldron, too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you.”

“Elain was right. We’ve become so focused on how her trauma impacted us that we forget she was the one who experienced it.”

(...) he understood that Elain had spoken true, claiming the trauma of that memory.

Now, look at how many times Elain being captured by the Cauldron came up.

Elain had been stolen. By Hybern. By the Cauldron, which had seen Nesta watching it and watched her in turn.

Do you not remember the Cauldron kidnapping you, bringing you into the heart of Hybern’s camp?

The Cauldron looked at her. And then took Elain.

“Bad things happened the last time. The Cauldron looked at me. And took Elain.

“I know. I helped rescue Elain, after all.” Az hadn’t so much as hesitated before going into the heart of Hybern’s war-camp.

He’d gone with Feyre into the heart of Hybern’s camp to save Elain—he knew the risk.

These are just a few examples to say: Sarah is setting up her next book by remind us again and again how deep her trauma is.

Now, how did the Cauldron kidnapped her in the first place?

Nesta was already moving, sprinting for where we’d heard that voice. Luring Elain out.

I knew how it had done it.

I’d dreamed of it.

Graysen standing on the edge of camp, calling to her, promising her love and healing.

Graysen promising love and healing: everything she had hope for.

Now, who rescued her?

From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.”

Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows.

Nesta said, “Then you will die.”

Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

And we have this reaction:

Azriel gently removed the gag from her mouth. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. “You came for me.” The shadowsinger only inclined his head.

I don't believe it's coincidence that the Cauldron used Graysen's image to lure Elain out, and Azriel was the one who got her back. (I'm dying to get into her head and see her feelings about all of this)

And ACOSF reminded us of this as well:

Azriel stiffened. "I know. I helped rescue Elain, after all.” Az hadn’t so much as hesitated before going into the heart of Hybern’s war-camp.

Repeatedly. We don't know how this characters felt at that moment, we don't have their POV's, but after ACOSF I do think this was a crucial moment for both of them: Elain and Azriel.

Lightsingers

“There are lightsingers: lovely, ethereal beings who will lure you, appearing as friendly faces when you are lost. Only when you’re in their arms will you see their true faces, and they aren’t fair at all. The horror of it is the last thing you see before they drown you in the bog. But they kill for sport, not food.”

"Hunt the kelpies or lightsingers without provocation and you might find yourself trapped here.”

When Cassian explains what is a lightsinger, the book has already remind us again and again the Cauldron took Elain.

We know Nesta fought a kelpie. But what if the reason why we didn't see a lightsinger is because Elain will be the one who will face one?

Lightsingers lure people, appearing as a friendly face: this is exactly what happened when Elain was captured by the Cauldron, when she saw Graysen. We know that was very traumatic for her - she told us that herself.

Elain already experienced what is to be lured, so if anyone could face a lightsinger and survive is her. She wouldn't make the same "mistake" twice.

Graysen standing on the edge of camp, calling to her, promising her love and healing.

There are lightsingers: lovely, ethereal beings who will lure you, appearing as friendly faces when you are lost.

Elain was lost, the last thread that connected her to her humanity had been cut off. The Cauldron used her love for Graysen, her deepest wishes, her hope for a future and turned it all against her.

But when a character is developed, they learn with their mistakes, they get stronger. What it was once a weakness might become their greatest strength, which is something very present in SJM books (The Nephelle Philosophy?) .

Elain's strength comes from her hope, she looks at the darkness of the world and sees the light. If the Cauldron used it once against her, maybe that hope would be precisely how she could break through whatever luring spells lightsinger cast.

There's a reason why SJM remind us again and again about that specific moment, which was without a doubt one of the most important ones between Elain and Azriel, and possibly because we are going to see Elain dealing with her struggles.

But what if there's more? What if that trauma would be the reason why Elain can face a lightsinger and survive?

What if what was once a weakness may become... her strength, her survival?

[technogeekmituna]

Thoughts On Beel and His "Character Growth" ✨

Let me preface this post with I love Beel and Belphie enough that I made a second MC specifically for them, because they're my Attic Sandwich OT3.

So, I was excited to see how their Birthday Event would play out, because I missed their first birthday.

For the most part, it's all expected stuff. The event plays on their main pastimes, Beel with food and eating and Belphie with naps an-- Oh, no, wait, stars. Belphie's theme for his birthday route was stars.

Interesting.

Like, we know Belphie has an interest in astrology and the night sky. He likes hanging out in the planetarium, and he even bought a star projector to view stars with MC in his room. It's just usually not all that brought up. It's just a passing interest that Belphie can be passionate about.

So, you would expect maaaybe that Beel would diverge from food for this event and, idrk, get, like, a family theme or something, because he loves his brothers and MC so much, according to the Devilgram that points Beel out for having family on his mind more than food.

But no.

Beel, on the other hand, is centered around food and eating... again.

I know in recent lessons Beel admitted when he fell and became a demon he felt this urge to just let go and consume everything. I guess we can assume that same trigger happened with Belphie, although I'm not sure we can concretely say that, because Asmo and Mammon were kinda the same as they are now when they were angels, along with Levi and Lucifer in that same vein. I don't know, that's not my point.

My point is I'm so tired of Beel being casted around food all the time. Hell, Beel will even eat inanimate objects like plates and pillows and pillars and be tempted to eat a damn ship.

Like, okay, he also works out and plays sports, but it's admitted he does that to keep in shape and equal out all the things food he eats.

Alright, so MC is starting to affect him in ways where food can't fill the void he fills in his stomach, so maybe he doesn't eat quite as much.. as long as MC is affecting him in that kinda way.

S u r e, we get Beel to open up a few times when he talks about his time the Celestial Realm in the 40 Lessons, and he talks about his guilt with Lilith probably offseting his constant eating

In the end, anything that could branch Beel out more just circles back around to eat, devour, consume, so none of that really does anything for Beel's character growth

Like, for Lucifer. He's all about high standards, his pride never lets him bring his walls down very much, and he's very uptight and strict. This starts unraveling more and more throughout the Lessons when Lucifer stands with his brothers in opposition to Diavolo or when he talks to his brothers about Belphie and Lilith or when Lucifer is alone with MC and he opens up, shows his emotions more, and let's his pride give way for his worries and concerns.

With Asmo, he starts showing signs of changes in his competition with Lucifer, and a few other moments where his narcissistic attitude and self-love tendencies are overshadowed with his affection and love for MC or slow revelations to why he puts so much work into himself for his fans and strangers.

With Mammon, he starts to actively reject physical obsessions of greed and grimm for more time with MC or choosing to earn his own money to buy a gift for MC to make it more special.

They're slowly changing as the story continues.

For Beel though, he always seems to slide back to his previous spot with no sign of changing.

We've been told he was great at snowboarding, but he quit because he couldn't eat when he wanted. We've seen that he does get jealous when MC is involved with other guys, even bumping heads with Belphie sometimes, but he only ever mentions anything openly when that Queen of Jealousy flower provokes Beel to get envious. He might have said something on a couple other occasions, but I can't remember.

This Birthday Event finally kinda got me annoyed enough to make this post for my thoughts, because Beel really got cheated compared to Belphie in their routes.

Beel gets a house made of candy that has no taste, so he has to find a Sweet Devil to give it flavor (???), and then proceeds to eat it with MC and falls asleep with them after they kiss once or twice.

Belphie gets to see a star shower (meteor shower?) with MC from the star fragments he'd been collecting. MC can't do the star shower though, so they just sit together under the night sky Solomon just magically brought down. Belphie makes a comment about loving MC and loving being under the starry sky with them.

Eventually, they get to eat cake together wedding-style, while Beel is off eating his candy house alone in a different room on his birthday

If you compare the exchanges together, you can see Beel got very little compared to the twin that murdered MC Belphie.

Beel gets what? To eat with MC, share a couple kisses, then fall asleep.

Belphie gets what? A whole ass star shower brought to him by MC, a sentimental moment gazing up at a romantic night sky brought down by Solomon, the chance to say "I love you", a couple kisses, and then sharing a star-themed cake with MC.

Like, I'm having such a hard time understanding why Beel gets stuck with very little stuff that's generically geared to his sin, but Belphie gets so much that's focused on an interest he likes. He could have very well had a sloth-themed birthday party.

I just think that at this point that Beel could be further along with his progress to stray a little away from his sin, like his brothers have. MC helps him find some comfort out of eating, or if not that, comfort with making food and trying to do recipes or something while restraining his cravings to eat it all.

Everyone else may have a different opinion on Beel's character, and if you see growth in him moving forward then all the more power to you. Please explain it to me if I overlooked something, because Beel doesn't get a lot of limelight and his character bits not related to food really have to be looked into to see.

[yakumtsaki]

Due to being the most incompetent popularity sim the world has ever laid eyes on, as well as having a miserable personality, Shajar has been near aspiration failure for the entire freshman year. Now that we’re out of the dorms it seems the least I can do is fulfil her wish to throw a toga party, even though I’ve sworn off college parties since the Gunther Brittany Affair Disaster of 2017.

Most of the people we invited wisely elected not to attend, but thankfully Culturally Appropriating Drama Professor is here, with whom, you guessed it..

..Cyneswith has 3 bolts! Well we all knew that thanks to her disturbing grey hair turn on college would be the time that we would knock out at least 10 of the 20 simultaneous lovers she aspires to have. 

Boy, that escalated quickly. Also that professor literally looks like a male Rachel Dolezal. 

-Congratulations on falling in love with Ti-Ning right after he randomly made out with Gross Hippie Dude, Frances!

SHAJAR!!!

-What?! I’m just trying to make polite conversation, it’s called being a good host!

EW. I can’t believe we’re gonna have to fall in love with this creep. God, Cyneswith, why couldn’t you get a different hair color turn-on??

At least Cyneswith and CADP (Culturally Appropriating Drama Prof, I’m not learning his name) are singlehandedly saving this lame party’s score, because everyone else is being a giant flop:

A) Gossip about Gunther from literally 30 years ago, talk about scalding hot tea. 

B) Literally asleep, which is what I would do during this party as well. Relatable king Don.

-Man, I had a terrible nightmare that Cyneswith was cheating on me with Rachel Dolezal!

What nonsense! Just keep sleeping with your back turned to that window.

🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

C) Bullying Mickey Dosser to tears for no discernible reason. Or maybe because Shajar is into him and we’re getting a little jealous

-AS IF! Jealousy is a trait of cucks and weaklings! I just enjoy the pain of others!

Yea, and my pain most of all clearly!

I had Cyneswith ask CADP out during the party so we could maximize her aspiration point earnings and the guy seriously hits us with ‘maybe we should go out again some other time’, like he has a ton of hot undergrads throwing themselves at him but he’ll see if he can make time for us. God I hate him. 

We end the party while we’re ahead aka before Sophie’s bullying tanks our score, and Shajar is finally semi-content and will hopefully stfu with her whining for the time being. Good job, Cyneswith!

Right after the party a sports mania appears to have overtaken the house. First we have Frances of all people intently watching football, lmao. Secondly, wanna guess who rolled the want to get fit? Wanna guess??

Why Sophie you sly little vixen, I knew it! I knew somewhere deep down you were into Shajar!!

-For your information, BITCH, it’s because sports is my one true hobby!

LOL sure, sure.. I mean it actually is your one true hobby but I’m going to interpret it how it suits me.

Also boy are you bad at it. 

-Not for long! I’ll keep going! I’m gonna be the very best, like no one ever was! 

Ok well you should rest a little, you don’t need to become fit the very same night you rolled the want, who cares?

-I care! I can do it! I’m so close!

Yea I’m thinking I should have stopped you sooner and maybe working out for hours on end in the desert was not a great idea.

-Nonsense! Sophie Miguel knows no fatigue! Sophie Miguel knows no pain!! On an unrelated note, I’m just gonna lie down here real quick.

Ok so this was the closest I’ve come to a sim legit dying this run, like it’s all fun and games now but while it was happening I was freaking out. We don’t have the Reaper phone we stole from the secret society in the UUU house anymore, Jojo took it with him when he graduated, so it was seriously looking like this was it for Sophie. 

The night came..

..the night went..

..the repairman came..

..Sophie’s hunger need went..

..the afternoon came and with it the idiot mascot who clearly can’t feel a room..

..the night came AGAIN and that’s when Sophie woke up, literally a full 24 hours later. WTF. I’ve never had a sim passed out this long, I was losing my shit.

-But I’m ripped now and that’s all that matters!!!

Yea you’re also about to die, your hunger need is vermillion red!!! Run to the kitchen Sophie, RUN LIKE THE WIND

WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS. WE ALSO DON’T HAVE ANY FOOD READY, FML, those savages absolutely devoured the pizza. 

An instant meal is thankfully enough to stave off death for a while. I have one of the other flops order a pizza and send Sophie to take a shower to drop her temperature- 

-which was a horrible call because I *assumed* that when sims are suffering from heat stroke they take cold showers, but that turns out to not be the case so I make it even worse!!! The mascot of death is looming like a vulture, waiting to cheer over Sophie’s dead body. FUCK OFF

The pizza finally arrives and Sophie takes one bite of a slice, leaves it on the counter, AND PASSES OUT AGAIN. At this point I have literally never wanted to cheat more my entire life.

-Well I say, my good woman, it looks like Sophie has fainted and is about to die!

-Oh well, more screentime for us!

Why do you two losers have heatstroke too, you haven’t done anything all day? Wtf is this, a localized heatstroke outbreak in this house only??

Finally, after what was the most this game has stressed me out in years, I get Sophie to bed, safe, sound, and mostly alive. I’m also instituting a house-wide ban on working out, it’s clearly an evil practice that causes nothing but woe. 

Here, chubby heat-stroke-desert penguin agrees!

[danddymaro]

It’s Fate | Dio Brando X Reader

*Mentions of Phantom Blood // Set during Stardust Crusaders *

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word Count :  1149

During SDC. (f/n) seemed so familiar to him, he couldn’t help but feel that it was fate.

It’s Fate

She'd been familiar to him right from the start, the face of the (e/c)  eyed woman bringing forth darling memories of  ' her  ', haunting him with every instance of a smile he'd been able to rouse from her in the past.

He'd been hit by the same force of before, the one that had made his heart jump, beating wildly whenever she'd been sweet enough to hold him, as well as when she looked towards him with understanding, not once questioning him.

" Where...Where did you get that?" he sneered, his eyes fixed upon the accessory pinned to the young woman's shirt, the delicately made silver piece being a clear as day antiquity.

'I...It couldn't be...' he inwardly maundered, staring directly at the silver brooch with narrowed eyes.

 -It can't possibly be the same one he remembers...

 "You can't be serious," she said while gazing down at the gift with wide eyes, the (e/c) colored orbs shining,

"Dio..." She murmured, her arms suddenly wrapped around him,"You shouldn't have," she told him, saying so in such a soft, tender manner he let a sweet, warm chuckle fall past him,

"Nonsense," He told her, because if anyone deserved nice things it was her. 

Sweetly, she lay a chaste kiss on his cheek, not having anything else that was worth all the tenderness he showed her,

"I'll treasure it." She told him, " I'll make sure to always wear it," She said with certainty, having kept her word to him.

"- I got it from some old antique shop," (f/n) said truthfully, nodding in confirmation to try and add some sort of validation to her statement.

She didn't bother to tell him how much she cherished it, nor how much it'd called out to her even though there had been other antiquities which had been in much better care.

Afraid, she answered him with truthfulness and simplicity, not wanting to have her life cut short then and there.

She wasn't surprised he'd come to hunt her down, but it was so sudden to ask about something so frivolous as the little thing pinned to her chest. It made the encounter all the more unsettling to her, but strangely enough, deep within the pit of her stomach, she felt a little fluttering feeling.

" It's no coincidence.." he muttered, his sharpened fingernails trailing down from her chin to her jugular, causing her to whither, a little frightened sound falling past her parted lips.

Even if she could activate her stand, his fingers were right over her throat whereas a single jut of his hand could slice her open, forcing her to bleed out until she gaped in misery, forced to die a slow, painful death.

"-For you to be the one to have such a thing," he said softly, eyes peering into her widened (e/c) colored ones, selfishly devouring the sight of the lovely orbs while in the intimate range,

' Our Fates are intertwined,' he thought to himself, " you were only prompted by a greater Force... You are linked to them just as their fates are intertwined with mine.... and vice versa." He spoke with a honeyed down voice that had a tone touched with sadness.

And it struck her, for a reason unknown to her, her heart grew weak by the sound of his voice as it spoke out so warmly.

'Is this what he meant?' She wondered, having been warned by Avdol about the man's magnetic force,

'But why am I crying?' She wondered, knowing that the tears that fell down her face weren't because she was afraid, but rather because she was overcome by a strange feeling of melancholy.

'I feel sadness...yet warmth. Almost as though I've waited for this man to search for me, and now that he's found me, I can let loose of all the heartache I've felt during the wait.' she mused, 'But it's impossible... so unbelievable to feel that way about someone meant to kill me. '

He didn't need The World to do his bidding as his fingers sank into her neck, and greedily he drank, stopping just as he felt her move sluggish, a soft groan leaving her as her sight began to blur.

" Fate has brought us together again," he said softly, his thumbs both collecting her tears, brushing them aside as he stared down at the beautiful woman, his heart constricted,

Was rebirth something that existed?

He wondered if this girl was somehow, in any way related to the same young woman of his past because they looked so eerily similar.

She was nearly identical, starting from the gentle gleam in her (e/c) colored eyes to the strands of (h/c) colored hair that fell down into a (light/ Dark) river beneath her as he carried her within his arms.

"Even your name is the same," He said with a fond smile, slowly processing how fortunate he truly was.

'Have you really come back to me my love?' He wondered, eyeing her sleeping face which was of his former love.

Stealing a kiss, one that lasted for just a second, he fell back in time to when he'd done just the same,  the past holding a different outcome,

He gave her a tender kiss, his lips falling upon hers in a way that showed he was devoted to her, even in death,

"(f/n)..." he murmured softly, tasting the sweetness of her blood stained lips with wet ruby eyes.

His heart would always remain hers, having no room for anyone else but her.

He'd felt weak and defeated, when for just a moment he stopped, staring down at her with hopefulness as he remembered he had no reason to dwell in sadness.

"I could bring you back my love," He told her sweetly, " You can stay this way forever, perfect and lovely... with me," he reasoned while he planned to escape with her in his arms.

- But he was stopped before he could advance more, the Joestar's eyes filled with fury,

"Unhand her now!" Jonathan said with firmness, "You've made her suffer enough Dio, and I won't let you defile her now in death!" He declared.

The blue-eyed male was well aware of the newfound powers of the foe before him, and he wouldn't allow him to selfishly disrupt her peace now.

 "We have yet another opportunity my dear," He said while cradling her near, " And this time,  there will be no one to stand in our way," He said tenderly, already having planned to eradicate the Joestar bloodline, but now willing to bring forth the full force of his viciousness to make certain there were no repeated mistakes.

- In the end, Jonathan Joestar had come out on top, forcing Dio back, the golden-haired male's arms empty as his heart was filled with darkness and woe.

"You won't be torn from my grasp again my darling, my (f/n)...

Is this not why you came back to me? Is this not why fate has brought you back to to me?" He questioned her, sporting a softhearted smile, accepting it all because in his mind it was meant to be. 

[sheadre]

Aurora Borealis (Jiang Cheng x Reader) Part Two

Summary: Zhu Ran'En (Reader) the imperial princess, was sent into exile for a crime she did not commit. Meeting Jiang Wanyin, the Yunmeng Jiang sect's leader was not just a chance meeting. Their fates were written in the stars however, her relations to the royal family will never let her live in peace. How will she manage to save the kingdom while trying to keep Jiang Wanyin away from the snakes of the royal family?

Word count: 3281

Warnings: this story contains violence, blood, mindgames, scheming, angst, romance, fluff with Jiang Cheng, awkward flirting.

A/N: If you liked this story, please like and comment or reblog! You may find this story on quotev.com/Vaeri or on ao3. Please check out my other works in the Mo Dao Zu Shi fandom! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!＜（＾－＾）＞

You sat in silence as you sipped on your tea with your face ordered into nonchalance. You got used to having to wear a neutral mask around people in the palace and it was a habit that couldn’t be easily left behind. Your (e/c) eyes looked the sect leader over who was eying you with suspicion. He was handsome as was told by many in the kingdom, his features chiseled and strong, his body lean and tall. You already had time to check him out when you first encountered him but a second glance couldn’t hurt, now could it?

If you would still be a part of the court, your father would definitely try and engage you to Jiang Wanyin. Your father always wished for a strong son-in-law who could protect his daughter. And this time, you wouldn’t protest.

“Imperial guards are asking about your highness all around the other towns in this region” Jiang Wanyin spoke up with a scowl. “You are already spending your time in exile.”

“My dear cousin wishes to secure her place in the court and fears that I will take action” you shrugged. “Not that she is wrong.”

“Your highness, are you planning something?” Jiang Wanyin grumbled, his eyes sparkling with lightning. “I warn you, there will be innocent people caught in the middle of your war against whoever offended you in the court. I’m here for them.”

“And I tell you that those innocent people might all be wiped out if you try and restrain me from taking action. Do you even know why I’m here?” you narrowed your eyes at him, your fingernails rattling against the wooden surface of the small table. It seemed Jiang Wanyin failed to dig deeper than the rumors going on around about the case, his light blush of embarrassment was indicating that. You sighed heavily and picked up the kettle to refill your cups while taking a breath to continue: “I caught my cousin and uncle, the second prince talking about money embezzlement and money laundering. They realized their mistake and now I’m here. To simply put it…”

“There is something more to that if your highness seems to be in such a distressed state” the sect leader noted calmly his eyebrows still furrowed. You wondered if anything would make him smile in his life. You imagined him smiling and hid the picture in the back of your mind. He would give a magnificent sight for sure.

“I advise you to not interfere with my plans… if a commoner like you get caught in the war of the royal family, what do you think might become your future?” you asked. Sitting back down, you pulled your hands in your lap but held his stare.

“Those kind of wars always end up being the public’s demise. Are you planning on sacrificing innocent people?” Jiang Wanyin asked back lifting his chin and you could tell that he was already determined in getting involved.

“I plan to earn the emperor’s favor again” you replied not wanting to argue anymore with him. There was no point, you could just leave him out of everything. You didn’t need his help nor wanted it. He had no idea of the monsters ruling the kingdom and how many people would be devoured by them. You got reminded of the hard times in the palace you spent with cornering people, avoiding corrupt ministers’ hands grabbing onto your sleeves so they could get you involved in their shady businesses. Your cousin always tried to get you in trouble so you would get executed but to her misfortune you were too smart.

“By starting a war?!” Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth angrily.

“Starting one?!” you jumped to your feet from anger. Of course, the sect leader wouldn’t know about anything of your plans but his nosiness annoyed you. “I’m going to end the rebellion the war generals of Wu, Yan and Jin are planning!”

“Rebellion?” his jaw went slack. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest with a huff.

“If you were sharp enough to notice the imperial guards roaming the area, you should’ve rather noticed the brewing war under our feet” you noted as you sat back down. You didn’t really care about the fact that he left out your title by now. You were convinced that you didn’t need his help but… maybe you were wrong and should consider accepting his hand if he would offer. You had no army, Jiang Wanyin had, you had no connection to the other sects, he had. Then you started massaging the bridge of your nose continuing: “Forgive me for my words… I did not mean to be so harsh, it is only frustrating me so much that I know what awaits us if my cousin and uncle wins. The emperor is old and sickly, everyone is already preparing for the coronation of Crown Prince… however, without me looking out for his highness, I have no idea if he will live long enough to become emperor.”

Silence stretched between you two, him staring you down while you sipped on your tea with the perfect mask of calm. It was quite easy to pull it on by now. You were already planning your next move as you sat there. Perhaps, Jiang Wanyin could be a key character in your heroic story, you just needed to pull the strings in the right way… but that was quite hard.

“Your highness, I am only here to warn you” Jiang Cheng spoke up suddenly and stood up then. “Do not sacrifice innocent people.” His eyes were spitting lightning at you from where he stood before Jiang Cheng turned around and stormed out of the mansion. You smiled at his lack of manners, his temper reminded you of a friend you left in the palace. You wondered how Xiao Pei was doing now that he was by himself. He got a high rank in the military but everyone knew of your good relations. He was like a little brother to you.

You knew that Jiang Wanyin will come back to you in the near future. The news about a rebellion of the three small counties was spreading. Wu, Yan and Jin generals had authority over the three counties closest to where Yunmeng was located. Yunmeng would be the first to meet their united armies once the generals would advance towards the capital. However, you had much to do in the meantime. With a smirk you went back to your study and rolled out a blank parchment.

Jiang Cheng’s PoV.

Jiang sect leader was furious by the way the princess was acting. There was a war brewing under their feet and she was only adamant on getting her place back at the palace. Her position was more important to her than anything else! She was just like the other royals, sacrificing innocent people for wealth and power. He felt foolish for hoping that maybe Zhu Ran’En was different and was rebelling to stop injustice. He was wrong.

For a second he hoped that she was different, that she was using the dark ways of cultivation because she needed to. However, the evil glint in her eyes told him otherwise. Arriving back to Yunmeng gave him a feeling of calm and tranquility. As the days passed, he easily forgot about the princess, work piling up. He spent nights figuring out the financials and counting how much money they needed for the replacements of training dummies and other supplies. Wei Wuxian showed up with his… husband, Hanguang-Jun and was annoying Jiang Cheng to the point he was sporting a massive headache.

“Ah, Jiang Cheng! I heard you went after the Dark Princess!” Wei Ying burst into the study with a large excited grin on his face. Wanyin was already starting to massage his temples but had yet to yell at his brother. “Is she as pretty as the rumors say?! How was she?!”

“Why are you so excited suddenly, ay?” Wanyin asked back as he put down the brush knowing that he won’t be doing any more progress today. “Have you got tired of Hanguang-Jun?”

“Wha-?! Why are you saying such things, Jiang Cheng?!” Wei Wuxian leaned forward right into Jiang Cheng’s face with a scrutinizing gaze before his face lit up like he found the problem for world peace. “Are you being defensive because you like her?!”

“Wha-?! Why would I like her?!” Wanyin jumped up to his feet with his fists trembling by his sides. “She’s evil and vicious! She’s not pretty at all! Just one of the pampered princesses only caring about wealth!”

“Did you get rejected by her?” Wei Ying narrowed his eyes in thought as he tried to guess. “That is why you’re so sour, Jiang Cheng?”

“Who is sour?! Huh?!” Wanyin felt like jumping out of his skin. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle his brother or run away and never look back until he found peace. Lately that term seemed to not exist. People were always finding him for something. A broken practice dummy here, a young disciple in need of a practice sword because the one he had was lost to the river or broken. Was it really such a luxurious request to just be left alone for a while?

What irked the sect leader even more was the fact that Wei Wuxian was not the first person to ask him about the matters of marriage. The elders expressed their concern of a sect heir because other men in his age was already married with at least two children. It wasn’t about him not having any interest in the matter but he was just too busy to think about it. He had no time to court anyone and he refused to just marry a woman he never met before.

“Wei Ying” came suddenly Hanguang-Jun’s quiet voice and just like an obedient pet, Wei Wuxian turned to his husband with a wide smile on his face and hurried over to the entering cultivator. At least, Hanguang-Jun still had manners and bowed to Jiang Cheng upon entering the study. “It is time we leave Jiang sect leader to his duties and do not bother him longer. We have to take care of those ghosts in Chongyang.”

“Alright…” the Yiling Patriarch sighed deflating at the lost chance to annoy his brother further. Jiang Wanyin walked his guests out to the pier with prayers to the heavens for helping him out. His thoughts then turned back to Zhu Ran’En. What was she planning? She was so sure about her success it was giving him chills. She was definitely an enemy he didn’t want to make.

At Chongyang:

The city was quiet. The people were all acting scared and worried, lines were forming on their forehead the second they spotted someone unfamiliar. Fog was encasing the whole city, vendors closed their shops and went to somewhere safe. The small inn which welcomed Hanguang-Jun and Wei Wuxian with reluctance was close to the middle of the city. Wei Wuxian tried to ask around about the sightings of the ghosts but got short replies of the same kind. All of the people were talking about the grey clothed ghosts or corpses who roamed the city at night and killed those who stepped foot on the streets. A few men mentioned that it all started after the appearance of a man in the clothes of the royal officials. No one knew what the man was doing in the city or if he was still around.

It all sounded suspicious to him. So Hanguang-Jun and Wei Ying decided to stay at the inn and see what happens at night. Wei Wuxian sat with his back to his husband’s chest when his ears suddenly perked up at the sound of an erhu. He jumped up and went to the window not caring about his state of clothing. He scanned the area with his eyes narrowed and soon spotted a dark figure standing on the rooftop of the building forty chi distance far from his position. The delicate figure of a woman was sitting on the rooftop with an erhu in her lap. A cold calmness was surrounding her as the wind blew her long dark hair.

“Lan Zhan, look” he mumbled while his husband walked up behind him.

“Resentful energy” Hanguang-Jun said with a low voice.

“Mnn” Wei Wuxian nodded and pulled his robes tighter around himself fixing it before grabbing Chenqing. “Let’s check it out!”

Your PoV.

The city was quiet as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. You always loved to watch life go by under your feet when you observed the world from the rooftop of a building. It was calming, like you weren’t a part of the world and could disappear from sight to watch everything happen without actually taking part in anything. You sat there in silence as the sky turned dark and the stars appeared. The fog around the city only obscured the vision of the starry night sky from those who stood below. However, you could easily admire the beauty of the night. Then you heard it. Otherworldly grunts and moans coming from below.

Liu Minister, who visited the city a few days ago and whom you should’ve met here disappeared when the animated corpses started roaming the city at night. The minister – who was your good ally – sent letter to you about someone following him since he left the Imperial palace in the capital. Pulling out your erhu from your back, you smiled mischievously while you hummed a tune. A tune you learnt from your mother. 恶梦È mèng (Wicked Dream) was the song your mother taught you when her family was accused of treason and got executed. After that, your mother lost the favor of the emperor and was the laughing stock of the people in court. The night you found her dead body, you heard those notes coming from her quarters. You promised yourself to find her killer because even if she was ashamed, even if she lost the favor of the emperor, she would’ve never committed suicide.

The notes were flying in the air as you played. Resentful energy surrounding you before black mist circled the animated corpses and closed around them. You were curious if the culprit would show themselves if you annoyed them with binding the corpses together. Your ears then perked up and before the two newcomers could land on the rooftop you were sitting on, you jumped over to another one.

“Ah, I remember you!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed with a large grin on his face. “You’re the lady who gave up the table for us!”

“Ahaha, nice seeing you again, Young master” you smiled at him.

“You’re using resentful energy” Hanguang-Jun stated but his tone was not scolding. There was no warning in his words, just a simple statement, an observation. You expected a different reception when you thought about meeting this pair again.

“What can this humble one do?” you asked, shrugging your shoulders with a pout. “This is the only way for me to cultivate.”

“Don’t you have a golden core, Imperial Princess?” the Yiling Patriarch asked then. Your smile widened before you let out a mirthful laugh. He was smarter than you thought he was. If he would be your opponent at court, you would have fun for sure.

“A princess is taught to learn embroidery and etiquette, Wei gōngzǐ” you replied squinting your eyes before turning to the corpses. “Don’t you find it interesting that these appear once a minister disappears? Hmn?”

You were well aware of him noticing how you changed the subject but it seemed he decided not to object to it. It was clear you weren’t his enemy which in your opinion was based on where he was standing when your plans were executed. Opinions and interests can change in a matter of time after all. Then you heard clapping from down below. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap. It was repeated once more before the corpses broke out of your energy shield. Their angry moans and grunts could be heard as they approached the buildings you were standing on. Soon, screaming was heard from the house and you saw that it was the house of a merchant.

You stamped your foot on the tiles which broke under the force and a hole opened up under you. You landed inside the bedroom of the frightened merchant and his wife who were hiding behind the over turned table. The corpses stumbled inside toppling over each other but you were quick enough the cut them off before they could get to the pair. Hanguang-Jun and Wei Wuxian was soon following you through the hole and before you had to say anything, Lan Wangji grabbed the husband and wife and took them to safety. Unleashing your full power felt like you opened the gate of a dam. Yet it felt even more liberating when the Yiling Patriarch followed you in tow.

You saw the grin spreading on his lips and knew that he felt the same thing. This burst of power was enough to decapitate all the corpses in close proximity. You hurried downstairs and went out to the street to be faced with more animated corpses. Your sword was a simple sword but was your trusted ally in battles by now. It shimmered in the light of the few lampions placed above the street. Otherwise, the fog made it hard to see further than one chǐ. (That’s like half a meter)

You heard someone whistle with the wind from the distance. You cursed under your breath knowing that the culprit was already too far for you to catch up.

“Lan Zhan went after him” Wei Wuxian spoke up from behind you suddenly. Then you heard the dull thud of corpses falling to the ground. The puppet master was too far to control the corpses.

“He’s too far by now…” you sighed with your eyebrows furrowed.

“Your Highness seems to be upset” he noted stepping closer to you.

“The Minister who visited the city before the corpses appeared…” you started staring at the ground as the fog dissolved around you. “He is a good man but I think he is dead by now or at least the culprit took him with themselves.”

“You are familiar with the minister, aren’t you, Your Highness?” he asked.

“Stop calling me that, Wei gongzi” you shook your head with a sad smile. “I no longer possess the title, not officially.”

“The man got away” Hanguang-Jun spoke up once he landed in front of the two of you. “But he tried to obscure my vision with this.” He lifted his hand with a handkerchief in it. Your eyes widened and quickly approached him taking it from his outstretched hand. The fabric was one of the most expensive materials, only the imperial palace had access to something of the kind. It was a pearly white with the symbol of the Huang house.

“That dirty pip-squeak! Cui!*” you spat angrily as your hand curled into a fist with the handkerchief between your fingers.

“I assume your highness is troubled over the matter” Wei Wuxian quipped curiosity shining in his eyes. You turned around and started walking towards the other direction as you said.

“This is an Imperial matter, please stay out of trouble” your voice rang through the street even when the fog already swallowed you. “This is way too dangerous for those who do not belong to the court.”

To be continued…

*Cuì=啐 is a sound for spitting.

[vidkid20ssimblrlair]

Episode 32: Sundown At Ashfield (Part 2)

He grabbed his backpack and placed his mask inside. He then pointed towards the cemetery front gate and we entered. We walk through rows of graves as we went deeper and deeper into the cemetery.

Some graves were covered entirely by grass and weeds while others sat tall and crooked in the dirt. He pointed to a giant weeping willow tree and there a small tent sat under it. It looked like a campsite with a little campfire, a sitting area with logs, and various gear sitting around it.

"Welcome," he beamed. "This is my home away from home, so make yourself at home."

"In a cemetery?"

"It's not that bad. It's pretty serene. Plus the dead stay dead here. No rising from the grave so far."

"Still doesn't make it any less creepy."

"Oh, don't be such a Debbie Downer. Sit down. Let's talk."

He sat down and I sat down across from him. I placed my bag beside me and watched him do the same. He lit a fire with a lighter creating a warm glow amongst the chilly gloom.

"So what happened to the fancy stick?" I scoffed. "You actually managed to impress me out there.”

"Really? It’s just something I made using junk at the junkyard. A spear. It took me forever to make” he blushed as I rolled my eyes. “I fashioned it after my favorite video game-"

"Ugh, videogames. You sound like Audrey."

"Who?"

"Nevermind.”

“Well, I left it at the front gate if you want to look at it.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Ok. Ok. Well, I bet this will put a smile on your face." He smirked and reached for his backpack. He pulled out a packet of small spongy cakes. He held it up like a trophy, ripped it open, took out one, and bit into it. He then held the packet out to me. A mouth full of cake, he offered me the other. "Twinkie?"

"No, thanks," I frowned. He seemed disappointed but continued eating. I studied his face now getting a good look. He looked to be banged up a bit. He even seemed to be sporting a shiner and bruises to go with it. Poor guy. My eyes then scan the place as he chomped down on the second cake. I felt unease. Not because of the creepy choice of setting, but for the living who might come by. "So you sure this place is secure?"

"Yep. Along as the gate is closed, they stay out. Maybe one or two might squeeze in -”

“No. I mean the living.”

“Oh. Well, not even my sister knows about this place. Also, most strangers stay clear of places like this, so we’re good."

"Are you sure? No one followed you?"

"Follow me?! No way! They don't care about me or where I go. My sister does, but only when she remembers I'm related to her," he huffed. "Besides, they sent me out on a supply run. They've been sending me out for a lot of supply runs lately. To get me out the way I guess. They probably think I'll be gone for days since they sent me on some stupid hunt for watch batteries. Jokes on them, I found them already. Ha!"

"How about Jade though?"

"What about her?"

"Well, last I left you she was knocked out on the floor thanks to your genius thinking and you were going make up some bullshit story to save your ass. What happened with that?"

"Well, she woke up. That's for sure. She was a bit confused and dizzy at the time so she brought my story. Didn't make her any less angry though. She yelled a lot. Asked me a bunch of questions and yelled some more."

"Oh. So is that who gave you that shiner?"

"The black eye," he asked touching it hesitantly. He shook his head. "No. Ace did this but it's nothing. I've had worse."

"Worse?"

"Yeah. Let's just say I don't keep medical supplies around just for kind strangers like you," he chuckled. He then sighed. "He just gets really angry and frustrated with me is all. After Jade told him my story about getting jumped, he told me I should have done something. Said I was useless. Then he punishes me...with his fist."

I shook my head. "You should leave them."

"But my-"

"Your sister. Yeah, I know, but it's not fair to you. Does she even try to stop it? Does she do anything?"

"She tries to talk him down and she has kept him from killing me so far."

"That's fucked up."

"I'm fine. Really. Don't worry about me," he smirked. He fidgeted a bit and threw his twinkie wrapper to the side. He then grabbed another one. "You sure don't want one? Here take one."

He handed it to me, but I had no interest in cake or food at the moment. I placed it on top of my bag beside me. I looked up at him and his mouth was already full of cake. I groaned. "Enough with the twinkies!"

"You don't like them?"

"They’re fine, but I didn't come here to stuff my face, kid. I came here-"

"For Gemma."

"Bingo. You know her?"

"Yeah. Redhead, right? Tall, pale, insane."

"Yeah. Exactly. Definitely nuts. She part of your crew, right?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately," he mumbled. He tensed up and look downward. "When you said Gemma, I thought the name sound familiar. I wasn't entirely sure. Then it came back to me. You're talking about Big Red."

"Who?"

"Big Red. Her codename is Red Devil, but everybody calls her Big Red. Have you come across her or something?"

"Have I come across her? She's in my house right now. Well, where me and my friends are staying at least. She just showed up one day-"

"Wait! You said she's at your house?" he gasped. "Oh, God. Are you serious?"

"Yeah. She's tied up in our kitchen now-"

"That doesn't matter. You're like in serious danger," he shrilled. He then began grumbling to himself. "They never tell me anything. Shit. Of all the things to not to tell me..."

"Hey! Hey!" I snarled. I snapped my fingers in his face. "Talk to me. What's up?"

He came back to attention. His eyes wide and the color draining from his face. "Has anyone died since she's been there?"

"Meh. No. Not really. We had an old lady named Grace die, but that was before she came and the corpses killed her."

"Well, you're lucky. That's a damn miracle. You see Red takes pleasure in killing. She kills people. She likes toying with them first and then she lets them turn. Sometimes she lets them turn and watches them devour loved ones. She thinks it's funny. She's a psychopath and Ace loves her for it. She’s like his little pet," he said. "He sends her in when he wants a bloodbath, so I don't get it. You should be dead by now."

"Well, we're not and she's tied up. Maybe we got the better of her."

"Of her. Ha! If she wants to kill you... if she wants to get free, she will. She knows how to manipulate people to get what she wants. Trust me. She won't stay tied up for long," he warned. "Hmm...the only reason you're still alive because Ace had to order her not to. That's the only thing that makes sense."

"Why would Ace order her not to? Is that his usual thing?"

"No. Not at all. He takes pleasure in sick shit like Red, but he's a lot more tamer about it I guess. Still strange. At less...," he pondered. He then gasped. "At less, he needs you alive."

I scoffed. "For what?"

"I don't know. It's the only explanation I got though."

"You're hopeless. Do they really not tell you anything?" I sighed. "What about the Ace? What's his deal?"

"Ace aka Johnathan? He's just a power-hungry asshole who takes his jollies on preying on the weak and stealing from them. Who needs to find supplies or food when you can make someone else do it for you," he scowled. "But he didn't start off like that. He was a jerk but he was fairly normal when we met him. Part of me pities him."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Like you, he had a daughter, but he lost her doing this. It broke him. The way she died and everything. It truly broke him."

I started to ask how she died but part of me was afraid. People dying in this mess was enough to mess with your head, but losing a child...that was something else. I thought back to the zombified little girl and I got chills. I then thought of my daughter. Was Mya alive?

Both of us then froze as we heard something. It sounded like it was right behind me. The crinkling of paper? I quickly stood up and look back. A hand was reaching out from behind a gravestone and bushes. It had managed to pull my bag closer to them and its fingers felt around on top of my bag. It grabbed the Twinkies and I grabbed its wrist. It was no way it was a corpse. I pulled out my gun and pulled the intruder towards me. I gasped.

"Audrey?!"

"What? You're weren't eating them and I got hungry," she whined. I let her go and she grab the spongy cakes. "You don't want it right?"

Part 1

Audrey gets those Twinkies in Part 3.

P.S. I wish someone would make a normal looking wooden spear and Twinkies is a nod to Zombieland. xD

[un-beel-ievable]

Before October’s Gone (Mammon × reader) | songfic

Author’s note: Please do not repost!! If you like my writing, please leave a like and a comment (and follow me to see similar content in the future :D)!

Inspired by Cimorelli’s song Before October’s Gone! You can listen to it here.

One of the longer fics I’ve ever written...I hope you guys enjoy it! I worked really hard on this one :3

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♪ Our phone calls got shorter

And the nights they got longer

You stopped replying

And I saw you with her

You tell me you miss me

I feel special for a second

But then you turn around and show me that you didn't meant it

I listen to your voicemail from last September

And I bet that you don't remember leaving it

But it's all I got

My last piece of you ♪

“Mammon!” The chirpy voice at the other end of the line made up for the weeks that he’d missed hearing it. Curse Lucifer for implementing the stupid roster for phone calls —having to wait his turn while his brothers got to listen your cheerful voice and melodic laugh was beginning to drive him up the wall. He understood why Lucifer would have to put such a rule in place for his brothers, but surely the peacock could loosen up a little for him right? The others may be “eating up too much of their time”, but such an offensive statement could never be applied to him. After all, he was your first. “Yo! How’ve ya been? Wait, lemme guess. You’ve just been wanderin’ around in that sad, depressin’ human world with no place to go and nothin’ to do...right?”

You laugh, and his heart does a somersault in his chest. How he’s missed it. Nothing in all of the three realms could make him happier than hearing the sound of your laughter; it’s like music to his ears. Knowing that he was the one that drew such an adorable sound from your lips was the cherry on top. The first time he’d heard you giggle, he’d sprinted back to the House of Lamentation to begin devouring joke book after joke book to ensure his chances of getting to hear it again. Hearing his brothers criticize him for acting like a fool had always been something that bothered him in the past, but your arrival had put a spin on things —if amping up his antics was something that got you to crack a smile, he was all for being the butt of his brothers’ jokes. “How’d you know?”

He grins. “What did ya expect? I mean, I was your first, right? Your first demon. Which means we share a special sorta bond! I know these things!”

Another laugh. Mammon wonders if he should shoot for a third time, but you don't give him the chance to try. “Listen, Mammon...it was great hearing from you, but I have to go.” The bitter taste of disappointment fills his mouth. He’d been looking forward to this phone call with the eagerness of a child awaiting to open their Christmas presents...and you had to leave already? The two of you had barely even talked for 5 minutes! That’s so unfair! “What? Already? C’mon, we barely got to talk—”

His whine of complaint cuts off abruptly when he picks up on the sound of someone else’s voice on your end of the call. Curious, Mammon turns up the volume of the call and strains his ears. It’s a male’s voice, one that sounds awfully familiar… He frowns. “Is that Solomon?”

“Yeah! We’ve been hanging out a lot more ever since we returned to the Human World! Keeping each other company and all that. Let me just pass him my DDD, I think he wants to say hi—”

“Nah, don’t bother. Y’all have fun, I’ll talk to you again soon.” Mammon hangs up before you can get the chance to say anything else and flops back against the pillow pile on his unmade bed with a sigh. Solomon, huh? The two of you sticking together made sense —after all, you were the only two humans living in a realm of demons for an entire year. Of course you would form a bond over this shared experience. Still, the idea of you hanging out with Solomon frequently didn’t sit well with him. He was your first, if anyone should be hanging out with you, it should be him.

Envy was Levi’s thing, not his. But there was no stopping the jealousy that was blossoming in his chest. In an attempt to keep his emotions in check, Mammon powers on his DDD and pulls up the voice message that you’d left him a few months ago. You were still residing in the Devildom then, back when he didn’t have to resort to playing back an old voicemail to make him feel less lonely.

If he closes his eyes, he can almost convince himself that you’re lying in bed beside him, and not by someone else’s side an entire realm away.

♪ I heard all the rumors

I didn't want to believe it

You barely mentioned her once

I didn't think anything of it

Sitting there on my driveway

Said you could listen to me all night

Now you're the boy who never meant it

And I'm just the girl who "took it all the wrong way" ♪

You’d always been fascinated by the sports car that he kept permanently parked in the upper floor of his bedroom. The both of you had gotten into a playful argument over justifying the reason behind his “absurd decision” (your words, not his). Out of the dozens of possible reasons that they’d managed to come up with during the hour or so their discussion had lasted, your personal favourite had been “to allow a quick escape from one of Lucifer’s extensive monologues”. He hadn’t even bothered to come up with a counterargument for that. One, it wasn’t entirely false; he wouldn’t deny that getting behind the driver’s seat in order to get away from one of the peacock’s pointless lectures wasn’t a thought that had crossed his mind on more than one occasion. And secondly...the expression that you wore while you were coming up with all of these ridiculous thoughts was just too cute. Your brow would furrow in concentration, and your tongue would peek out between her lips —you looked just like the cats that starred in those “cat blepping” videos that Satan would relentlessly spam his DDD with. The way your face lit up when you’d thought of a reason satisfactory enough for your standards was even more adorable —Mammon knew that as long as you kept directing that megawatt grin at him, he’d go along with anything that you said.

At some point during their conversation, the two of you had  relocated from the couch you were perched on to the backseat of his car. Mammon doesn’t even remember whose idea it was to move in the first place —he couldn’t recall if this was the result of you pleading with him to allow you to take a better look at the vehicle or if he’d suggested it to you first. He doesn’t even remember what the both of you had talked about once you’d gotten in the car; the topic of their conversation had switched course multiple times. What was etched into his mind’s eye for the rest of time, however, was how attentively you’d gazed up at him when he was talking. You seemed as mesmerised by his words as he was by yours. The notion that someone genuinely wanted to listen to everything that he had to say felt foreign to him; his brothers had brushed him off as nonsensical and annoying a long time ago. You made him feel important.

“...Mammon! HEY, STUPIDMAMMON! Did you even hear anything I just said? Sheesh…”

Mammon’s train of thought is derailed by a pillow that hits him square in the face. Normally, such an action would trigger a rowdy pillow fight that usually ended in Lucifer barging in and bringing an early end to an evening of fun. But today Mammon was so lost in recollections of the past that he barely even kicks up a fuss as he peels the cushion off his face. “Huh?” Levi raises an eyebrow at the second born from where he’s seated across the room. Mammon could be a moron at times, but rarely was he this unaware of his surroundings. “I said, did you see MC’s latest Devilgram post? They were at this Human World anime convention with Solomon, you know the one I told you about last week? The one that Ruri-chan’s voice actress was going to appear at? MC’s soooooooo lucky that they got to see her perform live. I can’t believe Lucifer wouldn’t let me go, it’s so unfair…”

Mammon usually tuned out of the conversation entirely whenever Levi starts going off on a tangent about something related to his animes, but the mention of your name had caught his attention. You were at a convention? With Solomon? Like...on a date? Mammon snatches up his DDD from where it’s lying on the armrest of his seat and loads up your Devilgram page. As usual, the sight of your bright smile is enough to cause his heart to skip a beat —you’re so breathtakingly beautiful that it’s unfair. But the sight of the male posing beside you in the picture causes his mood to turn sour quickly. Solomon. Was that the human sorcerer’s arm around your waist?

Flipping his DDD over so that he doesn’t have to look at the screen, he sets it back down on the armrest with enough force that it actually causes Levi to cut his ramble short mid sentence. Pretending that he didn’t notice the odd look that Levi was giving him, Mammon settles back in his seat and closes his eyes.

If there was something going on between you and Solomon, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know about it.

♪ On that October night when I let you go

You didn't even try to make me stay, no

I didn't know that you could be so cold

Like the Minnesota snow

Somehow I always knew we'd end up this way

And I hope you feel happy someday

I just wanted you to open up to me

But now that's on the list of things you never did ♪

Mammon had spent the last couple of months waiting for this moment. You were back. Back in the Devildom, back in your room in the House of Lamentation, back by his side. A new semester of classes was something he’d never looked forward to in the past, but things were different this time. A new school term brought copious amounts of coursework and misery, sure, but it also brought you back to the Devildom. You’d returned from your vacation in the Human World with bright eyes and rosy cheeks, armed with souvenirs for each and every one of your favourite demons. Mammon was thrilled by the small paper bag bulging with keychains and other assorted trinkets that you’d thrusted into his hands, but the one gift that he’d appreciated the most was the warm embrace that you’d pulled him into.

The next few days pass in a blur, with Mammon still finding it difficult to believe that you’ve really returned (he has to keep pinching his arm to reassure himself that this isn’t a cruel joke that his subconscious is playing on him). He'd been there to greet you upon your arrival in the Devildom. And he’d seen you during meals and passed by you in the hallways...but he hadn’t actually gotten the opportunity to spend proper one on one time with you —you were too busy settling in and making up for lost time with everyone else. Until now. 

Seated atop of a hill overlooking the rest of the Devildom, the vantage point gives the both of you a spectacular view of the expansive shopping district. You can even spot the town’s affectionately dubbed “party central” —also known as the area where most of the popular bars and clubs are located— in the distance; or at the very least, the colourful lights that illuminate every building in that part of town. It’s quite a sight to behold, but the hustle and bustle that can be seen even from a distance makes you appreciative of the fact that you and Mammon are far away from the crowds of Denizens enjoying an evening out. You shiver when a passing gust of wind rustles the leaves of the tree overlooking the bench you’re seated on.

“Cold? Let the GREAT Mammon warm ya up.” Before you can even roll your eyes at the suggestive nature of that statement, Mammon has shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it snugly around you. Not that you’re entirely surprised by his words at this point, this isn’t the first time he used that line with you. Just like every other time he’s done this, he doesn’t remove his arm afterwards, keeping it draped around your shoulders. But unlike the previous times he’s pulled this stunt, you don’t nestle into his side, or even lean your head against his shoulder. He feels a pang in his chest, but he refuses to let it show on his face. “So how was your vacation in the Human World? I bet it had to be pretty borin’ without the GREAT Mammon there to keep ya company.”

“It was alright.” A pause. “Listen, Mammon...There’s something that I need to tell you.”

The smile that Mammon’s attempting to keep plastered to his face wavers, but he nods at you in encouragement as you chew on your lower lip anxiously. When your next course of action is to raise up your left hand instead of carrying on the conversation, his brows knit together in confusion. He’s about to ask if this was some kind of odd ritual and whether or not you’d joined a cult in your absence, but then he spots it. The glint of silver on your ring finger.

His jaw drops.

Noticing the expression on his face, you hurry to clear up any misunderstandings before he —understandably— jumps to the wrong conclusion. “It’s not what you think! I’m not engaged or anything, it’s just a promise ring. Solomon and I...we got together two weeks ago. I meant to tell everyone, but everything’s been so crazy ever since I got back —I’ve barely had the time to catch my breath, let alone make such a big announcement.. But now that thing’s have quieted down a little...I wanted to tell you first. After all, you are my first demon.”

The Avatar of Greed was uncharacteristically quiet as you rambled on. When he finally speaks up again, his voice lacks the boisterous energy that usually radiates from him. “I am, aren’t I?”

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, but there’s no humour in the sound. “You should head back to the house without me. I’ll catch up.”

“Mammon—”

“Look, don’t worry ‘bout me. I’m fine.” Mammon takes both of your hands in his and gazes up at you with earnest wide eyes, as if his overexaggerated acting skills were enough to sell his words to you. Ridiculous as it may be, his ploy seemed to work —or perhaps you just didn’t care enough about the hailstorm of emotional turmoil that flickered in his azure hued gaze. It didn’t matter. Either way, you were gone before Mammon could change his mind and convince you to not to leave him. Tears pool in the corners of his eyes and blurs his field of vision, but he doesn’t take his gaze off of you as you disappear down the path that leads to the House of Lamentation.

You don’t even bother to turn around and look at him.

♪ Maybe sometimes things just have to end

Maybe sometimes there's just no explaining it

But you could've let me know

You'd be moving on

You'd be moving on

You'd be moving on before Octobers gone ♪

[pumpkinpaix]

Do you have any sts character headcanons? Like for Shun maybe?

HI ANON, so I started answering this and ended up writing a whole post-canon bullet point fic here, but it’s not really character headcanons, so I made it a separate post!

but for character headcanons!! here’s a hodgepodge of vague headcanons about the 5 main bronzes + saori because I’m basic :’)

shun really likes plants, but isn’t actually very good at taking care of them, mostly because he dislikes killing pests (they also have a right to live!!) so he often ends up watching his houseplants get devoured by spider mites and scale insects lmao, but he waters them to the bitter end

as a corollary: shun is also the designated insect-catcher of the mansion because even though there are servants to do that, every time he sees someone about to kill an insect, he protests and runs off to fetch a jar so he can capture it and put it outside instead

everyone basically just stops killing insects while he’s around and if he’s in the same wing of the mansion, the servants just usually kind of shout for him ahaha most of them think it’s very cute. a couple of them find it an irritating nuisance

seiya is enormously skeeved out by bugs actually, so he’s called shun before at like midnight like “WHERE ARE YOU THERE’S A SPIDER ON MY CEILING I CAN’T SLEEP LIKE THIS” (shun was taking a walk on the beach lol)

later hyoga was like, “why didn’t you just kill it aren’t you a saint” and seiya just gave him a scandalized look and said “i can’t disappoint shun like that how could you say such a thing aren’t you dating him”

(hyoga is actually ALSO pretty skeeved out by insects, but he’s got a better poker face about it)

the two most competitive at games (board games, video games, word games, card games, sports, whatever) are seiya (unsurprising) and hyoga. there’s been many a game where shiryu and shun, having been eliminated or chosen to sit out, spectate as seiya and hyoga get increasingly close to throwing hands over mario or something

ikki doesn’t take graude foundation money unless they’re going on a specific, sanctuary-related trip. for all that he would lay down his life for justice or whatever, he also is just. angry. contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t spend all his time brooding on death queen--he actually likes working temp manual labor jobs to take a break from thinking about you know. all of it.

saori wrestles a lot with her conception of her grandfather and how to honor his memory, as well as her own role in the childhood abuse of the others. like, she was a child! a child who was told constantly that she was better than everyone else and that she should treat them like they were beneath her--it’s completely understandable that she acted the way she did, but it doesn’t mean she didn’t hurt people. she tries hard not to throw money at them out of guilt, but she’s actually a pretty awkward bean around people her own age, so she has a hard time figuring out how she should act instead. when she’s not being ~Athena or like ~ojou-sama, she’s actually a bit of a social mess

this is more endearing than anything else, and the bronzes prefer that over her other personas

shiryu and hyoga sometimes have conversations about their different experiences as mixed race kids in japan (I feel like this is up for debate, but I think there are some incarnations of shiryu where’s he’s half japanese half chinese?? whatever, these are hcs, I’m going with it) since hyoga is obviously mixed from just looking at him, whereas shiryu often doesn’t get clocked, except when he’s wearing more chinese-style clothing (which he does often), at which point a lot of people just assume he’s full chinese

shun eventually learns russian, and he and hyoga talk shit together. they have a repeated bit where they’ll comment about the others in front of them in russian because it drives them nuts (it’s never anything very mean, just good-natured gentle roasts)

saori, being a somewhat hyper-educated sort of rich girl, DOES know russian, and they get her in on it sometimes

shun likes to be around people, but he also likes quiet, which is sometimes hard to achieve, since seiya is, after all, rather loud and also a big gravity well, but hyoga, when he’s not being lured into a competition, also prefers the quiet, so they start falling into the same spaces

they sometimes spend whole days in silence in the same room doing their own things--hyoga reads russian and japaenese lit to make sure he keeps those two languages sharp, but he’s a bit laxer on his english. greek he studies more formally.

ikki doesn’t actually have a problem with hyoga--they’re not the best of friends, and their personalities don’t mesh very well, but they have solid mutual respect going, and they’re both invested in shun’s wellbeing, which is usually enough for both of them. ikki thinks hyoga is condescending and hyoga thinks ikki is emotionally unavailable and selfish, but they’d also die for each other so you know

anyways. i simply love them!! i hope uh, you enjoyed??? :DDD

[imaginedcreaderinsert]

Cool girl — Reader x Jason Todd (x Dick Grayson)

ANGST with a hopeful ending.

Summary: You are the cool girl that never gets angry. The cool girl that doesn’t get bothered by the childish behavior, you condone it, as stupid and disgusting as it can get at time. As much as it can bother you, you don’t say nothing. Otherwise you will be too feminine.  The cool girl that is sexy too, but not in a “girlish” kind of way. The kind that will never get angry at dirty jokes because they fight it back, and that won’t mind being stood up because that’s just how things are sometimes when “the one” appears. The laid-back type of girl who will never make a great deal out of it and with whom they’ve probably fucked at least once in their life, labeled it as a casual type of thing, and was never brought up again. Because again, you are very cool about it.

WORD COUNT: 2983

TW: not really. It is not light angst, but it’s not heavy either. Depends on how close you can relate to it. I’m sorry if it sounds too petty at times, but I had to write on it. Oh, and not a TW, but I feel like I always tend to write more on Todd, rather than Dick. Requests are open, in case anyone wants to request anything on him!

At this point it doesn’t even matter how you met, in the midst of your horrible adolescence with a very terrible crush on Jason Todd and a mild one on Dick Grayson; never mind how terrible that made you feel until you manage to push your feelings down. The important thing is that you three are friends and have been so for a very long part of your life: that long that it doesn’t even matter how you feel about them two, because it’s something that’s not possible, it won’t ever be. A scenario you can hypothesize as many times as you want because it’s an impossible one.

           And that bothers you more than you would ever admit. Specially when you are the cool girl.

           You are the cool girl that never gets angry.

           (Not even when Todd appears in sport clothes the first time you are meeting your very important friends at a very fancy restaurant. It’s not like you want to prove anything, but you wanted to make them think like you were fucking him, at least (just so that they wouldn’t pity you every time “they” appeared together). But what pride is there in it, as handsome as Jason can be, when Warren is eating her girlfriends’ ear basically in front of you and Todd is asking for more garlic bread, “please and thank you”. When you both are out for a moment alone, your ex-boyfriend/ex-fuck-buddy/we-never-left-things-clear Warren asks, and you tell him, shyly, that you have been friends for a very long time, perhaps even suggestively – that is before Jason asks where is the guy you spent a week looming and pouting about, carelessly. You both laugh at it, but you are embarrassed. You thought he would try for you, having told him before how you felt about the event. But he didn’t think of it, honestly. Once you separate, you tell him by text, he apologizes, and everything is alright again. But Warren’s grin gets stuck in your face for a week)

           The cool girl that doesn’t get bothered by the childish behavior, you condone it, as stupid and disgusting as it can get at time. As much as it can bother you, you don’t say nothing. Otherwise you will be too feminine.

           (And you don’t want to be too feminine when Dick confides you in sometimes, some nights; when you are maybe too drunk on the carpet of his Blüdhaven safe house and Barbara is out. You sometimes think of kissing him, being that casual as it has been before, but they are vulnerable, and you can’t do that someone so precious, so close. Jason does too sometimes get deep, be it with our without alcohol, sometimes insomnia; and you store those precious moments where they talk and talk, ramble on about, and you listen in silence, sometimes making small sounds to make them know you are listening, they are being heard. Later they hug you, they tell you they wouldn’t be themselves without you in their lives, and you eat it all out, live on it happy like it’s a drug until they casually forget you when the next girl appears in their path, be it Barbara or some random woman at a club, at a bar where “Red Hood” makes occasional appearances. It appeals the ladies, he says; makes it a bit of a rush in the bathroom, and even when you don’t need that information, you laugh and nod, like you know what he’s talking about, even when you don’t and you just drown into more disgusting beer. You don’t get too petty about it, never hold it for too long as grossed as it can leave you sometimes.)

           The cool girl too that is sexy, but not in a “girlish” kind of way. The kind that will never get angry at dirty jokes because they fight it back, and that won’t mind being stood up because that’s just how things are sometimes when “the one” appears. The laid-back type of girl who will never make a great deal out of it and with whom they’ve probably fucked at least once in their life, labeled it as a casual type of thing, and was never brought up again. Because again, you are very cool about it.

           (Dick Grayson murmurs into your lips that you are special, unique, and you drink it all up like it’s poison; glorious poison that will let you numb on the feeling, that makes you feel like the only girl in the world as he takes your virginity at eighteen (he’s twenty-four, gorgeous and does it slowly, with love) after a concert you made him go to after he and Barbara fought. Again. It’s not what he wanted, he says, but it’s just what he needed, he says with a laugh as you lay in your chest: and he looks at you, meaning he never really desired you, not seriously, but he ended up liking it anyway. You kiss him quickly in the lips and then hide in the bathroom for as long as it takes for his breathing to be mechanical, soft, meaning he’s asleep; then you dress yourself up, write a quick note “roommates drama” and leave. You cry all the way back to your flat, and Warren that night takes you in his arms, calms you down as you settle down on the sofa and he wakes up at 3am for a midnight snack. You fall for him just a little bit just as he comforts you in blankets and comfort food and think instead that he might be a good fuck (rather than a good boyfriend, because you feel that’s impossible). As it turns out, he is: but you never once consider him a boyfriend, and you break his heart three months after, when he’s far too in love and you are far too damaged by Dick, who is again “on” with “Babs”.

           …

           You kiss Jason one too many times when he’s finally eighteen and you are twenty-one. It feels a bit dangerous, a bit juvenile even when you are seemingly ending your degree and he’s barely starting uni. It’s stupid at first, and once you really dwell on it, you see how fucked it is that you settled for the second best plate on the house; but he takes you good, he takes you well and the affair goes on for at least a year, on and off. You both never make a big deal out of it even when you whisper casually in his lips “I love you” and says it back. You don’t mean it seriously, and if you do, he thinks it’s in a friendship manner kind of way. He slaps your butt in public with Dick and Tim when you casually hang out and drags you out of the cinema twice to fuck you in the female bathroom stalls, but again, love does not appear once. You throw back and forth dirty jokes, innuendos, that makes even Tim blush, as young as he is (barely seventeen) – Dick is never uncomfortable, and why would he, being in such a happy and now stable relationship as he is? But he frowns once or twice, just “uncomfortable”. It makes you happy and you suck Jason off that night in his motorbike, on an alley, seeing as he offered to take you home that night. You think you might really be it, a couple, until just some weeks later you are casually hanging out in his safe house and he enters it in a rush, grabbing a girl by her waist and already half-naked. It’s not brought up again, and you feel like he knows you felt something at some point, but it’s never commented. Again, you were nothing, right?)

           You are precisely the cool girl that never gets too hysterical, the one that is fun to be around. When things get too messy with “the one”, you are always there for a lazy and meaningless night of joking and pizza. Maybe beer. You hate beer but let them have as many as they want.

           (Dick is this time fuming, as he devours his second family pizza, to your surprise. Thank God he’s so fit and he has such a quick digestive system; otherwise, you would fear for your very own floor and the rage of your other roommate, who is out of town for the weekend. You were actually supposed to spend Saturday day together, but he had to stay for Babs, couldn’t leave it alone. Messaging you would be too much, you think pettily bored in your living room: it’s been four hours and he has clearly forgotten your traditional black and white marathon of December. You cry, but not because you love him, but because you actually wait and trust him to not stand you up… Again. It’s been some years and you finally learn to not blame yourself for these things, but it’s difficult not to when he’s so compromised with his “one and only” and not you. What have you done wrong? How can he not respect you like that, treat you just like the others? He’s kissed you a couple more of times when Jason was out of the picture (he threw a fit when he got to know after questioning you, before taking you in that very sofa you are now trying to control yourself in) or when Warren was nowhere to be seen (yes, you’ve cheated him, so what? Not like he hasn’t done it either). Yes, he hasn’t -he hasn’t ever properly taken you out on a date, or asked you out like them, but they were flings and you are special. He told you when he first kissed you, and you’ve been friends far too long to be casted aside so carelessly, so-so coldly. You are here because you are staying for the long run. Not like them. You are not like them.

           So instead, you are spending the Sunday evening together (and just the evening, as he slept in, again, without giving you warning and worrying you, thinking something might have happened), eating pizza and watching some boring thrillers. It’s not amazing, but you make do.

           …

           It is actually Jason the one that likes beer. He drink it like it’s water, and since he didn’t brough any vodka with him, you stuck with water and some soft drinks, like Pepsi and something orangey that he brough. It’s nice. It’s not perfect, but you play board games until he’s bored of losing. Something’s bothering him, and he eventually opens up: the girl she’s been messing with now wants to take things seriously, but he doesn’t feel prepared. You tell him that you see him happy, and that there’s no reason to be scared. If he feels like she is it, then she must be it. He thanks and hugs you, warm smile always present and sweet. “Just for you”, he says leaving a kiss on your cheek. And you wished it didn’t feel so hot as he left your cheek and-)

           “No”. You say, actually surprising yourself. He was about to lay down carelessly again in your sofa, feet up near to your face, bothering you. But that’s not the worst. “No, stop. You can’t say that and-and-“.

           You shouldn’t bring it up, because it is officially the unnamed, but it doesn’t matter. Not when his shirt is casually going up, showing off his very toned stomach, in that very attractive sweatpants and his hand casually lying in your thigh, leaving your skin hot and bothered. No, you can’t continue like that.

           “You can’t tell me about your girls and then just casually kiss me and tell me “I’m special”. I am not, Todd!”. You get up. You can’t actually stand to watch him being on the same level, you have to impose yourself over him. “You forget about my existence every time you get some free pussy and boy, I do not fault them because you are gorgeous and they are probably possessive, given the furious marks on your back but-God, Jason! You leave me every time hanging. It’s like you don’t even stop to think how it might affect me having left-having left things hanging like we did last time! Like you don’t think at all how it makes me feel to be left in a fucking second by some other person!”.

           He is caught off-guard and you concede it. Mainly, because you are sure he didn’t expect it that night, you’ve never showed any signs – you have tried to be a good friend, the casual and cool girl, but it’s just too hard.

           “It’s like I’m your stress reliever, your little play thing to squish whenever you want a quick and easy fuck-and-and-“. You notice tears blinding you, your throat tightening up. “IT IS... EXHAUSTING!”. Clear shouts, tears running through your skin. You can’t properly breathe, and he sees that. He gets up as well but you move around the room, like knowing you’ll fail if he comes too close, hugs you too hard. You are at that point where a warm and deep hug would cause a breakdown. “I’ve loved you both my entire life and you are always taking me for granted! I’m not even a second plate at this point, I’m just the casual side dish you only take when you haven’t been satisfied, when you haven’t had enough of the first two and before the great dessert!

           >> “You kissed me like you loved me, you whispered it back like it meant something, and then you turned your back on me! The moment a woman shakes her ass in front of your face I’m put on the bench, just like a fucking wait list and I’m tired of-of never being it! The ONE!”. It hurts. Knowing that you are breaking every safe bond, every little piece of the carefully constructed friendship and mask. “The one who can make you feel at ease when you wake up in cold sweat. The one that can kiss you better when you feel like you are far too damaged, beyond repair, even when you are perfect being as you are trying your best to be a better person. Do you know how many people can proudly say that? Because let me tell you, it’s a handful, and you are-you are gorgeous. I’m the one who has seen you vomiting your ass off in a toilet, the one that has seen you crying, having a nervous breakdown, an identity crisis and fuming over Wayne and-and I still very much like you. You have eyes that I could swim in, days to no end – and you have a beautiful soul that has been nurtured since very early on, on literature, manifestos, ideals – you are an ass, and can be quite hurtful, but you know when you are wrong… Except when it comes to me, I guess.”

           You sit in the couch, almost breathless, like the realization is finally coming down on you.

           “And that’s okay, I guess. You not loving me back, of course, I mean-you could never see me like that, and it’s on me for never acting on it. But still, when you treated me like something more, when you kissed me back and shared those intimate and vulnerable moments on the library I-I thought something else. And maybe it was naïve because I never did the casual thing before we started, but-but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep on not being treated like I want to be treated. I want to be loved, Jason. I want to be so loved I never remember what is waking up alone like; like what you did when you left early in the morning so that things would never be awkward. So that I couldn’t make you pancakes and kiss you between bites like I did just one fucking time. I’m-I’m sorry, I truly am for confusing things and maybe even making you uncomfortable, but I’m not going to apologize for feeling. I deserve to be loved, I must be loved with the same unconditional love I’ve been nurturing you both. And until I am, I don’t think I should continue seeing you, because you drain me. You both, Dick and you, have always been and I can’t control myself when it comes to you. And I’m sorry it gets so messy, that I can’t handle it better, but I can’t have anything else. I won’t. So I think you should leave.”

           Jason can’t fight back, and as if ordered by a superior entity, he gets his coat and leaves. There are empty cans of beer around the floor, and once you hear the elevator opening, you turn off the light of the room, hoping the moon will comfort you if you let it enter through your window.

           It’s a lonely feeling you hope you leave behind as you hear the motor of his bike turning, because it really hurts. Maybe in another time, younger, more naïve and stupid you would have hoped for him to beg and stay, but he’s never been the type – in your fantasies he kisses you stupid until you can’t cry anymore and assures you that there has never been another. That you are it, that it all has been a stupid game, but truly, at this point, you know better than to wrap yourself up in fairy tales. And you are fine with that. It may not feel like so, but it will get better – and eventually, you will be loved like you want, like you deserve. It may not last for long, or you might get to even lost count of it, but it will make you forget your previous pain. You just have to wait.

[renjunthings]

tired.

requested by: @painted-hills​ ;

a/n: i hope this is angsty enough for your taste

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it has been the third time you cried that day. everything was numb to you as you just kept on crying. for what? for everything that has happened to your life ever since you met him. 

     jung jaehyun of the jung corporation. he was young, rich, and the ceo of the corporation. everyone thought he was cocky but to you, you think he’s just misunderstood. underneath the stern demeanor he was soft and shy boy.

     the first dates were sweet. he’d take you somewhere far and not in those fancy expensive place, just chilling in the beach or up by a cliff after two hours of hiking. jaehyun had once said, “i just wanna be normal for once far away from people who only cared how much i make in a year.”

     it honestly made you fall in love with him more at the thought that you were his anchor that steadies him whenever he feels drowned in work. 

     meeting his parents was by far the most nervous situation you got in. coming from an average family, with your father working as an electrician in a local town outside of seoul and your mother bedridden due to her bottom half being paralyzed. you were the other source of the family’s money as you still have a younger brother to support in his college tuition. 

     the second jaehyun’s mother met you, you knew she didn’t like you nor did his father. but you had to face them strong as you wouldn’t want jaehyun to be worried.

     you weren’t used to seeing jaehyun with his family or this side of his to be exact. he seemed closed off from them, only answering their questions straightforwardly, nothing more, nothing less and it made you wonder why he acts like that. but you just shrugged it off.

     the dinner was slow and painful with their questions relating to money: how you make in a year, how your father makes in a year etc. it was suffocating. thankfully, jaehyun noticed your discomfort and changed the subject. 

     after the dinner, both of you went to his apartment which soon was both of yours, and he apologized for how is parents came off. you weren’t mad, just offended at how lowly they think of someone who doesn’t reach their standards.

     the two of you proceeded to just chill and forget everything by watching a movie and cuddle in bed. 

     but all of that has changed these past few weeks. after a week of meeting his parents, jaehyun seemed... stress, as he usually does, but this time, something is definitely off. 

     it was quarter to eleven when jaehyun arrived from work and you just staying up waiting for him so you will have your late night plans done. you hear the door open and the usual, “baby, i’m home” is gone and for a second you thought it was someone else and went out of your guys’ bedroom. 

     you see jaehyun loosening his necktie while taking off his shoes as he heaves out a sigh. he then sat down on the couch and grabbed his head in one hand and closed his eyes.

     “hey, baby,” you said, slowly walking up to him, “do you want me to make you something? i can make you soup-”

     “just leave me alone for now, y/n.”

      you were left shocked. he has never said that to you in the two years you’ve been together. he’s just tired, you convince yourself or so you thought.

     giving him no response after he shuts you like that, you went to the kitchen to cook for him anyways, thinking about just leaving the dish on the table before you sleep but you heard the door slam shut. 

     “jaehyun? baby?”

     you were left with silence. you hurriedly checked the living room and he wasn’t there; your bedroom, he wasn’t there; the bathroom, he’s gone. you noticed his suitcase is still on the same spot he placed when he arrived but his shoes were gone and the necktie was left on the couch.

     at first you don’t know what to do. what would you do when your lover just left you without saying anything? you were restless, sleep not even nearing your body despite how many times you’ve tossed and turned for a position that might pull you in a slumber.

     you checked the time, 3:01 a.m., you groan upon reading those numbers off your digital clock on your bedside. it was the break of dawn yet he was no where near home. the bed feels so empty without his warmth, without his reassuring hug, without him. 

     you didn’t lose hope, though. there was a string of hope that’s tugging your heart that everything is okay and you shouldn’t worry. but it’s hard. the future is unknown and inevitable, you’re afraid of it coming. eventually, you fell asleep.

      you woke up to the alarm ringing, reminding you to get up and go to work. all of the events last night were forgotten until when you wake up to an empty bed. but before you could do anything, the smell of bacon and egg wafted into the air, your stomach reacting noisily. 

    confused, you went out and headed to the kitchen and saw jaehyun cooking. you ceased in spot. he was already in his suit, a different one from last night, and he was groomed ready for work.

     he noticed your presence and gave you that damned smile of his melted your heart, “good morning, baby. i made you some breakfast.”

     you slowly made your way to the table as he finished cooking. he had already set the table with food ready to be devoured. he placed the last pieces of bacon unto a plate and caught you in a surprise with a peck.

     confuse wouldn’t be the exact word to describe what your feeling right now. you wanna get mad at him for leaving abruptly and come barging in and being sweet again. 

     “what’s this for, baby?” you asked lightly, giving him a hint to how things were last night.

     he avoided eye-contact and proceeded to place eggs and bacon on your plate, “i just... wanna make something for my baby.”

     to say you weren’t flustered would be a lie. you gave smiled shyly and continued eating, disregarding everything that happened and accepting the tasty breakfast he made for you. 

     you thought that would be the only instance he’d do that. but no, you were wrong. it kept on going like that for days, weeks--you were tired of it. leaving you and pain and just coming right back like nothing happened. sometimes he wouldn’t come home after two or three days and he comes back acting all fine. you were like thrown into a never-ending roller coaster. everything is on edge whether you’ll fall helplessly or just another calm moment before a storm starts.

     you were here again, crying in the shared room as he wasn’t home again. his colleagues not knowing where he is, not even his dear best friend can answer. 

     after much deduction, you decided to stay away for a while, take a week off from everything and just go home.

10:24pm, to jaehyun; hey imma head out for a while. i will be back soon i promise xx

     you packed some of your clothes as you have no clothes in your family’s house. you texted your father that you’ll be going home for a week, saying that you miss them.

     you hailed a cab and drove you to your destination. the drive was long but you were dying to go home as you wanna take a rest from the toxicity of you and jaehyun’s relationship. upon arriving, everything is dark except for the street lights and the lights outside your house. walking towards your home, you noticed the television was on and thought it was probably your dad. you knocked and after a few shuffling of the feet, the door opened and it was indeed your father. 

     days passed in your family’s home, you have caught up with how your father is, or how your brother is doing at work, or the condition of your mother. it was wholesome, to be back in your family again. you’ve told your father about your situation and the only advice he said to you was to talk to him. a relationship can’t work out without communication and trust, he says. he was mad but he knows adding anger into the situation wouldn’t do good and just told you to think who really is benefiting the relationship.

     jaehyun left you multiple texts and calls as to where you are but you ignored him, afraid to shatter once you’ve answered his calls. you knew sooner or later he’ll know where you are staying as he also has power and money to do that.

     it was a perfect wednesday when you were up early, sweeping the front yard and doing the daily chores as your father and brother were away for work and school and your mother having her breakfast. it all went down when a shiny black car parked in front of your house. 

     a man went out of the car, sporting a tux and shades, jaehyun scanned the area until he saw your figure, frozen as you looked his way. he closed the car door and took off his shades, “can we talk?”

     you sighed, placing the broom aside, “not here.”

the two of you are in the local park, sitting on a bench underneath a big tree far from other people’s vicinity.

     silence was what’s between the two of you. both not knowing how else to start talking until he spoke.

     “why is this happening,” he asked in a soft voice but came out as a statement.

     you want to scream at him, curse him for ruining everything but you have no energy as it was all spent crying and him sitting in front of you make you weak in your knees, you couldn’t do it.

     “are you okay, baby-”

     he reached for your hand but you flinched away, surprising him for your actions.

     you looked up and met his eyes, “you are so selfish, jung jaehyun.”

     he visibly flinched, not expecting for you to say that. he scoffed, “i’m the one being selfish here? you were the one who left-”

     “you are so selfish. leaving me and then coming back as if nothing happened. you ignore me every time i asked relating to that matter,” your tears are swelling up in your eyes, “aren’t you tired, jaehyun?”

     “y/n, baby, please, i’m sorry-”

     the tears are falling down your face as you have the hard time keeping it all together, your body shaking and your heart aching, “are saying sorry for my sake or for your sake? i hate myself for accepting you despite you treating me like nothing. but doing it a multiple times is too much.”

     he was lost for words as his eyes were now focused on the table in front of you, unable to meet your swelling eyes.

     you were losing composure but you still went on, “you don’t know how much i feared that one day, i’ll wake up and realize you did not love me anymore, that you just pretended everything for my sake. you don’t know how many times i thought you might not come back,” you laughed out bitterly while tears stained your face, ”the first time you didn’t come home for three days-- three days jaehyun! i couldn’t sleep, i can’t concentrate in work, i couldn’t do anything because i was worried about you.”

     you were crying heavily, your hand trying to wipe the endless fall of tears, “i feel like a toy you only play to when you’re in the mood. i’m tired of pretending to be fine when i’m not. i’m tired of feeling unnecessary, jaehyun.”

     “y/n-”

     “good bye, jaehyun,” you left, not sparing him a glance and him not even trying to stop you.

[jenmyeons]

Tender Love

Pairing: chanyeol x fem reader Summary: When insecurities eat away at you, your lover is the first one to show you why he thinks the opposite Word count: 1.5k

Author’s note: half of this was born at 1am due to some severe soft boyfriend pcy feels and said feels were then encouraged by my sweetheart @mayrubyy who kind of sort of convinced me to finish this and let it see the light of day. fair warning: this is the first time i’ve completed anything in years so feedback and asks related to this is absolutely welcome. hope you enjoy the ride! ♥︎

Date nights were never boring in Chanyeol’s opinion, not when they were spent with the love of his life, you. However what he was not expecting when he got home after today’s magazine shoot was to find your defeated form sitting on your shared bed with your head in your hands.

”Hey baby, what’s wrong?” he asks while crouching down before you, taking your hands in his and placing them in your lap.

The sudden contact makes you look up at your boyfriend, dressed to the nines in one of his many designer suits for your romantic night out at a restaurant recommended by Kyungsoo. You look away with a sudden guilt washing over you after seeing all the effort he had put into getting ready.

”I don’t know I was getting ready but nothing fits and I have just never felt uglier in my life,” you confess, still not looking him in the eyes. ”I was really excited to finally get you alone for the night but now i feel like total crap.”

Chanyeol releases your hands and instead moves to brush the hair sticking to your face from what he assumes were tears and behind your ears. A shiver runs down your spine at his intimacy and you think of how lucky you are to have found such a sweet man to spend your life with.

He stares at you for a long while with a deep frown between his brows.

”You’re always pretty to me,” he states with utmost confidence lacing his voice. ”Even when you don’t believe it yourself, I will always think you’re the most beautiful person I have ever met. I know that me telling you that won’t erase your insecurities for all time, but I hope to provide at least a little comfort because it hurts to see you putting yourself down like this.” You don’t think you can ever love him enough for being this good to you and a stray tear falls from your eye which Chanyeol is quick to brush away with one of his thumbs. What did you do to make yourself worthy of such a man? You think to yourself. ”So do you want us to stay at home tonight or should I help you find something to wear?”

You contemplate, weighing your options against each other. ”I don’t want us to cancel our date night because I’m being stupid and insecure.” You can see that he’s about to object to you calling yourself stupid so you hurry to continue before he can interrupt. ”But most of all I don’t want to cancel because I have really been looking forward to this the past few weeks.”

It was true, getting a reservation had been difficult enough but actually managing to squeeze in a date with your hotshot idol boyfriend was almost impossible with him leaving almost every weekend for concerts and the weeks being jam-packed with other promotional schedules and photoshoots.

”Cancelling when you’ve dressed up so nicely would be a crime too.”

He laughs with a gentle smile making its way onto his face.”Don’t worry about me babe,” he tells you before leaving a quick kiss on your forehead and then makes his way over to your wardrobe.

”Question is, are you ready for a makeover by Park Chanyeol the international fashion icon?”

You can’t help but laugh at his confidence, your mood shifting for the better. Maybe he could teach you a thing or two about self-confidence and being your own hype man.

”Honey, the only thing iconic about your sense of fashion are those ripped jeans you were caught wearing five days in a row.”

The gasp he lets out is loud enough to be heard from inside your closet, followed by loud protests muffled by the sound of clothing hangers rasping against the racks. You would never tell him that you secretly adore those washed out jeans that are now ripped almost beyond recognition. Chanyeol continues to mutter inside the closet and while you can’t really tell what he’s saying, you can imagine that he’s pep talking himself after your playful jab bruised his ego.

A few minutes later Chanyeol emerges into the bedroom once again, this time holding a piece of fabric you recognize as the Valentino dress he gifted you on your first anniversary in his left hand. The same dress that had been worn once before you convinced yourself that your stomach bulges too much and that your boobs have become too saggy for the no bra situation required. If the smug smile your boyfriend sports is anything to go by, he thinks the exact opposite. With a deep sigh you stand up and grab the sparkling dress reluctantly. There’s an overwhelming urge in the pit of your stomach to complain about his choice in clothing but one glance at the clock on your bedside table tells you there’s no space for arguments if you want to make it on time for your reservation.

Chanyeol lets go of his grip on the expensive dress then goes to make himself comfortable on the bed, his favorite spot for watching you get ready. He’s always loved seeing you pamper yourself, whether that involved seeing you blend out eyeshadow or putting on earrings with a frown of concentration taking over your features. However, it was nothing compared to watching you undress. Maybe he should cancel that reservation after all and instead spend the night unraveling you. Show you how beautiful he really thinks you are. The dangerous twitch in his nether region has him closing his eyes and in a desperate attempt at not getting a hard-on, he forces himself to instead think of the ugly selfie Baekhyun sent him earlier. It seems to do the trick for a minute but when he opens his eyes again the sight that greets him undos all his hard work in a millisecond. You’re all dressed up in the chosen dress and he almost regrets choosing such a fitted dress that hugs you in what he deems to be all the right places. Almost. Chanyeol moves off the bed and takes a few determined steps until he’s standing behind you by the vanity where you’re in the process of choosing the perfect jewelry for the occasion. He wraps his arms around your waist and let his hands travel their way from your stomach up to your breasts. The content sigh leaving your lips give him all the confirmation he needs and he leans in further to whisper in your ear.

”I knew that dress was the right choice, you look like a goddess baby. My goddess. We should just cancel dinner and let me devour you instead.”

A shiver runs down your spine and you catch his aroused gaze in the mirror in front of you but before your thoughts are clear enough for you to respond, the sound of your stomach growling fills the otherwise quiet room. Chanyeol laughs heartily and you with him at the ruined mood but he plants a kiss behind your ear nonetheless before sliding his arms from their grip around you. The dress hugging your body suddenly feels a lot more beautiful than when you first put it on.

”Alright maybe we should keep the dinner reservation,” he points out with a goofy grin and you can’t believe the duality of Park Chanyeol. The same man who just whispered dirty secrets into your ear to the point of soaking the lingerie you put effort into wearing only for him. You almost tell him that you’re fine with eating ramen if that means him making good on his promise to ’devour you’. At this point you’re not sure you can make it through a whole meal without having him, all of him. Your stomach growls once more, making it abundantly clear that that’s not an option.

With a disappointed pout you move around so you can face Chanyeol and reach up to give him a kiss on the lips.

”Thank you for making me feel beautiful honey,” you tell him and you swear you can see stars in his eyes as he gazes down upon you, wishing for him to look at you that way for all eternity. ”I love you so, so much I hope you know that.”

Chanyeol pulls you into a bone crushing hug against the hard plains of his muscular chest, no words needed for you to understand that he already knows and loves you just as much, if not more.

But he tells you anyways, ”I do know that and I love you and your sexy body even more but finish getting ready now so I can take you out and show you off to everyone at that godforsaken restaurant. Then I’ll take you home and show you just how pretty you are.”

The switch in mood from his tender confession of love to his much more explicit plans for the evening has your heartbeat picking up again and the heat rising from your neck up to your cheeks is all the evidence you need to confirm that Chanyeol will be the death of you. But you don’t think you mind that at all.

[twitchesandstitches]

💀🥔❤️🗯️💛📚 - Power Girl, Wonder Woman, Tionishia, Centorea, Ranamon, Blue Diamond and Ahsoka Tano. (A bit of a long one, but i hope it works.)

omg that is a LOT tho

Power Girl: am leaning towards ‘rarely’. depends on how villainous they are; if not villain, then probably not. if villain, at least temporarily digestion? if they’re energy-based though, she may do so automatically regardless of whether or not she wants to, due to her powers

Wonder Woman: she follows mythic hero rules, so she does so in the same circumstances of slaying a monster, but she’s not casual about it

tionishia: depends on their threat level and how hungry she is. going with the idea that ogres are prone to extreme overindulgence, she might do so if they taste good or make her feel super FULL

centorea: more likely than not, yes, especially if they are plant-based; it mixes with horse and human cravings a lot, and she regards it as part of the whole point of swallowing someone.

Ranamon: Rarely; its very contextual. she may be called to do it for her duties or removing things that need to be hidden, like consuming forbidden lore.

Blue Diamond: I like to think that she used to be a ferocious and merciless devourer, adn while she’s TRYING to be a better person, the compulsion to simply swallow whole and digest anything offending her on a whim.

Ahsoka: I figure that while the Jedi Code permits this sort of thing (since they don’t have any particular restrictions against necessary killing), overindulgence is frowned upon. This Ahsoka may or may not abide by the Code, but it still influences her, so she tries to restrain herself.

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Does your muse prefer lazy, fat prey?

Power Girl and Wonder Woman: Not really! they tend to view devouring as a tool in their arsenel, not as an end in itself, and they don’t have many preferences.

Tionishia: Almost certainly; she enjoys rich, tasty treats, especially ones that have so much meat and succulent tastes of self-indulgence on them.

Centorea: she doesn’t PREFER them, but she likes this kind of prey, but refuses to admit it; she feels that implying she prefers easily caught prey implies ineptitude.

Ranamon: I think that feels about right for her?

Blue Diamond: Very likely! Perhaps at one point, she created Gems specifically to devour large amounts of resources, getting very big in the process, and BD ate them in turn to recoup the resources.

Ahsoka: Again, no particular preference there.

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Tell us about a great experience your muse has had with vore!

Power Girl: She once ate an entire sun, getting a massive power boost and size increase; we’re talking taller than a solar system, boobs bigger than the rest of her body, and a power increase to match. it didn’t last but it felt REALLY GOOD

Wonder Woman: She slew an incarnation of Jormagundr in this fashion with her god-buddy, Thor; it was the biggest meal she ever had!

Tionishia: She had a date with fem Kimihito, and her ravenous appetite demanded more and more, and Kimihito offered herself to her; it was a very lovely digestion and Tio was so FULL, and suspects it was the love involved that satisfied her.

Centorea: She took part in a competition where the losers would be meals for the winner, and she won in splendid fashion. She was merciful and allowed them to reform not long afterwards, but she was so STRONG, and her gut so swollen with their wriggling bodies as they dissolved into her, and she relishes the pleasure of that day.

Ranamon: Once devoured a terrible grimoire of ultimate evil, obscuring its dreadful secrets from the multiverse; she actually had something of a tummyache for a while, but it was worth it.

Blue Diamond: After reforming her ways, she repopulated multiple worlds by consuming them and gestating entirely new, fertile ones within herself. IT felt intensely pleasurable and the first truly good thing she had done in a long time, and it gave her a sense of purpose after the fall of the Gem empire.

Ahsoka: At one point, confronted and bested a dreadful wizard of the bleakest arts, overcomign his powerful abilities to consume him. at the time she’d been suffering something of a crisis of confidence, and it reignited her sense of skill and purpose.

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Does your muse experience stomach rumbles or burps after eating someone?

Power Girl: unlikely. probably lots of solar glowing, though.

Wonder Woman: Briefly. sounds like continents moving.

Tionishia: Yes. it is VERY loud and sounds like her belly is bigger on the inside.

Centorea: Yes. very, very loud, due to her multiple chambered stomachs (A combo of human stomaches, horse stomaches, and the weird ways they interact together.)

Ranamon: Kind of; no rumbles or burps normally, but there’s a strange sound as they are converted into pure data.

Blue Diamond: She does not burp or rumble at all unless she specifically wants to, because of how Gems work; digestion rarely involves fluids, for example, but converting prey into magical energy to be absorbed directly or reworked into another form. She CAN, if she wants to.

Ahsoka: Yes. pretty noisy, actually.

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What sort of pred does your muse like?

Power Girl, Wonder Woman: They are similar in that they don’t liked to be preyed upon at all; they’re big time heroes and this sets a poor example, and they’re too fierce to easily have the submissive mindset that characterizes prey in one way or another. you must be WORTHY to do so, but their definitions vary; Power Girl thinks you must be strong, while Wondy feels you should just have the courage to try. (You might not be able to survive trying, though.)

Tionishia: She requires that you be at least somewhat polite. Sort of like taking a girl out to dinner, really.

Centorea: She professes to firmly disapprove of this, but in secret, she does like this, but requires a firm subordinate/superior relation between herself and the pred, with pred as superior.

Ranamon: Kind of prefers her preds to be cool and interesting, and technologically based; not out of bias against organics, but due to her composition, she’s only likely to experience anything if they are able to process data. (Which CAN happen with powerful organic preds anyway, but she’s not aware of this.)

Blue Diamond: She does not like to be eaten. She is still proud and mighty, and sees herself as far above the likes of prey!

Ahsoka: Someone who is very much NOT dark side-aligned, emotionally speaking, tends to fit the bill.

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How many times has your muse been digested or inside a pred’s stomach?

Wonder Woman: Rarely. It’s happened a few times, and its treated as the mutually exclusive deaths of heroes in ancient myths, but she’s loath to have repeats.

Power Girl: A few villains have managed it, and some heroines as well; tends to get her miffed, too.

Tionishia: Reasonably common, though they must be pretty big or voracious to contain so much ogre inside them! She thinks its cuddly and sweet.

Centorea: She’s more common a predator than prey, but it’s happened; once by fem!Kimihito, Rachnera and Tio, and most frequently by Miia, who is now sporting a REALLY big pair of boobs that was once Centorea’s physical body in previous times.

Ranamon: She’s embarassed to admit that she’s frequiently called to upload viruses to enemy servers or networks, and this involves getting ‘eaten’ by manifestations of those servers in the digital realm.

Blue Diamond: she’s bigger than a planet even when she’s not trying, and can be considered a goddess by most standards; it’s RARE. but it can happen! (Rose Quartz and Connie have both done it, on separate occasions.) She doesn’t approve of being reminded of it!

Ahsoka: If the Jedi have vore duels, she’s probably lost a fair number of times, though not in recent times. in her travels, she’s lost her fair share of consumption battles, so she’s familiar with the inside of guts.