#I actually don't like how i ended it there but I'm running on fumes trying to find a better ending than that

[crzyimp]

Bloody Pig

cw: gore, body horror, animal death, cannibalism

Author note: Getting back into writing after eons and dipping my toe into horror.

A peaceful slumber ruefully disrupted when a hand grasped the young man's shoulder and harshly shook him. "Wake up!" his old mother yelled in a whisper, hearing him groan, his eyes tried to adjust and focus as the lantern swings over him. Moving his arm to shield the eyes from its annoying light. Mother carefully set the lantern down by his bed as she moved towards the window. "I think someone is here; I think they're in the barn." Her voice wavering as her eyes frantically searched out in the darkness.

"How do you know that? We don't have neighbors and it's a half a day trip to the nearest village. Father must have been mumbling in his sleep again and woke you up." he mumbled, propping himself up into a sitting position.

"It's not your father's mumbling that woke me up!" She responded with agitation, keeping her voice low. "I heard the sow screamin-"

"The sow pregnant and probably giving birth, mother please, ther-"

"Silence Jiahao!" Quickly snapping as she moved from the window to the bed, pressing a boney finger upon Jiahao's chest. "Something isn't right. Go out there and check. Now." Yanking his half-awake body from his bed. Sluggishly, Jiahao complies, picking up the lantern as she herded him towards outside. If checking the barn and easing her worries will let him go back to sleep, then so be it. "Go check the barn and I'll wake your father to join you." She said hastily and shoved her son out the door. The sound of her footsteps retreating leaving Jiahao alone outside. It was quiet for a summer's night.

A shiver ran through your spine, perhaps mother was right that something wasn't right. Critters and other nocturnal singers sing their songs during the summer, but not tonight. The only sounds to be heard are the pregnant sow's whines. Lifting the lantern up, the light showed just enough to make the outline of the barn. No lights were shown from the inside. To be expected from poor farmers, not wanting to attract bandits and deserters to their homes. A price they didn’t pay, but forced upon them and others like them by those of higher stations over a chance of taking the emperor’s throne.

Slowly, you walked from the safety of the house to the barn. Mindful not to make noise as you draw near. With each step creeping closer, whines of the sow could be heard along with others sounds behind the barn's doors. Gently, but hesitantly, you placed your hand on the door. A nostalgic smell, like iron, seeps through the barn's doors. The unexpected smell reminded you of when you and father killed a grower to sell its meat to the village.

The whines were growing weak with each heartbeat. But the other sounds, previously drowned out by the sow's whine became clear, wet, sloshing, grunting, and growling. Sounds of someone ripping and tearing flesh as they feverishly eat. Slurping and moaning like a starved man eating for the first time in such a long time. 

You don’t want to open the door but now you can’t turn back empty handed. Mother would scold you and call you a coward without checking. She did mention waking your father, that piece of knowledge did comfort you, any second, he will be joining you. Maybe announcing you're not alone will cause the intruder to freeze up or even flee through the window. With that thought in mind, you slowly push the door open and hold the lantern high. Ready to call out with confidence as the door swings open.

Any comfort or confidence dies, along with your voice, at what's inside. Laying on the ground was the sow, on her side, with the lantern's sight you clasp a hand over your mouth. Her midsection ripped open and her intestines moving and slithering in a pool of blood and mud. Like eels moving and alive, trying to escape. Can’t bear to look any longer, you move to lantern's light to find her piglets.

Her offspring didn't fare better as their mangled corpses sprawled out across the barn interior, half eaten and tossed to the side. Eyes watery and suppressing the scream in your throat, you frantically search for the culprit. No human would commit such cruelty, not even a starved one, this has to be the work of something else. Realizing you are too afraid to step in, you stood there unmoving until movement in the darkness caught your attention.

A lone survivor, a piglet steps into the light. Covered in the blood of its kin with pieces of torn flesh hanging off its jaw. Its body rippling and morphing as it grows. The thing groans as its body goes through the stages of life, infancy to adulthood. The monster hungrily stares at the sow, licking and curling its lips. Rows of teeth reflect off the lantern's light; some needle-like a newborn piglet, others sharp fangs, and uncanny like human teeth. The sow's whines ceased as its child, now monster, moved to feast on her disemboweled body. Its front hooves cracking and splintering to resemble human hands. All the better to grip and scoop the flesh into its maw. Effortlessly tearing the sow's leg with one arm, the other arm tears the sow's rib bones with an audible crack. The monster eats with frenzy, mixing sounds of flesh and bone crumbling under it's might.

You can't, couldn't bear the sight anymore, the hand over your mouth dug deeply into your skin as you breath rapidly through your nose. The demon hasn’t noticed you yet and with remaining wits, you slowly back away. You need to get your parents and leave. Get far away from here while this monster is distracted with fattening itself up with its kin.

"There you are! I'm guessing everything is fine!" Father shouted loudly with a smile. Almost bumping into Jiahao's back. 

You turn to stare at your father with horror and slowly twist your head to see the monster, now staring at you licking its bloody lips.

[batneko]

Something Goes Wrong and Bowser Jr.'s clown car ends up flying off halfway across the globe with Luigi in tow. They crash-land in a hostile environment which means they can't just wait by the wreckage for rescue, and to distract Junior from how much danger they're in Luigi pulls the two-way radio out of the car and asks if Junior can fix it.

Meanwhile back home everybody thinks that Junior kidnapped Luigi for some reason, which leads to Bowser and Mario fighting, which means nobody notices for most of a day that Junior really should have been back by now...

Surprisingly, Junior does fix the radio, and manages to contact his dad just as Bowser is starting to worry. Junior assures him they're fine, they just don't know where they are, and they're traveling in the direction Luigi thinks people most likely are. Bowser yells at Luigi that he'd better keep Junior safe, Luigi says he will, and that's that.

Until a few hours later when Junior has dropped off to sleep and Luigi uses the radio again to let Bowser know that they are not okay, there's hazards and predators everywhere, Luigi has no idea where people might be, he's just been lying and distracting Junior all day to keep him calm.

Bowser is like, "Good. Continue that." and asks Luigi for more details about where they are so he can mount a rescue team.

But out of spite Bowser doesn't tell Mario that he's heard from his brother.

The next day is more travel and more danger and once again Luigi waits until they've found shelter and Junior is asleep before radioing Bowser to update their actual progress and not just whatever Junior reported at random. This time Bowser listens a little better, and gives advice on the monsters he recognizes. Eventually Luigi actually feels a little bit reassured.

It keeps going like that for days. Luigi is running on adrenaline and fumes, they're foraging for supplies when they're not running for their lives, and since Junior is oblivious to most of the danger he keeps insulting Luigi for being a coward and a wimp. Bowser is sending out search parties to everywhere that matches their descriptions, but they're spending so much time fighting and fleeing that even if a ship flew right overhead they might not notice it.

But every night Bowser and Luigi talk, and though Bowser is still prickly about it he can't help but appreciate everything Luigi is doing for his son. Likewise, Luigi looks forward to those talks as the only time of day he can let out what he's really feeling.

Finally they stumble upon a town. Luigi goes to the first person he sees, asks where they are, reports that back to Bowser, and passes out.

Next time he opens his eyes he's laying in a doctor's office with Bowser, of all people, yelling about how hard can it possibly be to treat a guy for heat stroke?! while Junior, sound asleep, clings to Luigi's hand.

The next next time he opens his eyes he's in Bowser's castle and Bowser is fighting with Mario in the hallway about whether or not Luigi should be moved again. Luigi drags himself out of bed to tell both of them to please keep it down and he's fine and what day is it?

Over the time Luigi is recovering (it's mostly exhaustion and stress but he's not complaining about the meals in bed) he talks with Bowser more and more. About what happened, but also in general, casual conversations. Chit-chat. And Junior likes to come visit him too, even if he's just drawing or playing with toys in the corner. He still doesn't seem to understand how close they both came to dying out there, but it's clear he feels comfortable with Luigi nearby.

And so does Bowser, Bowser realizes, when it's time for Luigi to go. Those evening conversations weren't exactly enjoyable, under the circumstances, but he got used to Luigi's voice. Even with Junior back, without Luigi the castle is going to feel... empty.

Just as Bowser is trying to think of how to ask if he can see Luigi again, Luigi asks for Bowser's number.

"I'm not sure I can fall asleep anymore without hearing your voice."

Choked up, all Bowser can say is, "Sure."

[milksuu]

Imagine Yone having a wife, which the rest of Heartsteel doesn't know about, I mean they never asked, and then one day he brings a child to the bands apartment. Since his wife has to work late hours and the nursery is already closed, he has to take care of their child. What would the reaction of the band be? And how would they be with children? (Also the wife is the reader since I love self indulgence with Yone)

❥ prompt: Yone never talked about his personal life. The Heartsteel gang had a few assumptions, but they were just theories. Nothing proven. Until the gang found a toddler running around the apartment. ❥ content/warnings: fluffy fluff, gang shenanigans ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel & yonexreader!gn!kid

KAYN

"What the hell is that thing!? And since when did Yone spawn anything into existence!?"

Kayn isn't used to children being within a five-foot radius of his presence. He tends to not surround himself with booger eating, snot crying, whining little crotch gremlins. Even worse, their damn parents.

Kayn's chaotic nature in public can't be stifled. And he's met his fair share of parents trying to lecture him on his behavior. He always has two words ready for such an occasion: Fuck off. And then proceeds to flash both middle fingers in the air, and laugh when the child behind the fuming parents drops their ice-cream. Absolute poetry.

This was a little different. Scratch that—a lot different. Not only does he know the damn parent (Yone) but the child has managed to infiltrate his room, and infect everything with a thousand unnamed child born diseases. He's about ready to blow a casket. Until the kid accidentally starts playing his Pentakill vinyl album on the record player. That's when he saw a rockstar be born. The way that little tyke started headbanging would put a bunch of mosh pit psycho's to shame. And the screeching? A future screamo lead-singer, easily.

An all out heavy-metal concert ensued. With Kayn rifting his guitar with the song instrumentals, and the kid jumping and screaming into a cheap cordless mic he found under his bed. When the song ended, Kayn chanted "Jump! Jump!" into the mosh-pit of one. And you don't need to tell a child to launch themselves off of anything twice. The tater-tot squealed and laughed, being caught in Kayn's hands and praised into the air for a killer performance.

From the bedroom door, an audience member leaned cooly against the frame. Clapping at the spectacle. "Dada!" The kid raised their fists higher into the air. "I'm a rwockstar!"

Yone lifted a brow, crossing his arms in pure amusement. "I can see that."

"Y-Yeah. Next time, tell your kid not to barge into other people's rooms," Kayn coughed, quickly setting down the kid and patting them towards Yone. "Teach it some manners, o-or whatever. So that I don't have to deal with it."

Yone chuckled under his breath. Taking his child by the hand, he smiled. "Come with me. We should go before someone gets a little too attached."

Kayn huffed red. Slamming the door and shouting behind it, "WOULD NOT!"

APHELIOS

".........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?"

So, there was a child. An actual living, breathing one. Stumbling. Running around. Knocking things over. Yelling at the wall and ceilings like some deranged lunatic out on the city streets. What a disaster. What a nightmare. Aphelio's wasn't scared by most things; monsters, zombies, ghosts, spam mail. But children were terrifying creatures. Destructive and loud. The worst kind of combination in a singular human being. Kind of like Kayn.

He swore he broke out into a cold sweat when the child barged into his room. Not quietly at all. His heart pounded. His fingers turned cold. And his eyes trembled against his computer screen. He hoped the child would grow bored of terrorizing his room like some miniature version of Godzilla. He also hoped someone would see the calamity, take pity on him, and come to his aid. Someone like Sett.

He then heard a familiar note. He cursed himself twice. He shouldn't have left his electric portable keyboard out in the open. Aphelios turned cautiously in his chair. He swallowed hard and braced himself for a horrific sight. He thought he'd find the child bashing the keys in or trying to pluck the knobs right off. Instead, he saw a small round face filled with wonder at the sound. Carefully, the child pressed another. Smiling, delighted by the next note. Aphelio's eyes rounded. That's when he saw a little bit of himself.

It didn't take long for Apehlios to gather his spare headset and cord link. He plucked the kid up and placed him right on his lap at his desk. He was going to show this little one all the instruments in his digital toolbox. The workflow of an absolute musical genius. And they were going to make a mixed bite that would leave people speechless.

"Oh! Oh! Dat one. Dat one." The toddler tapped Aphelio's hand against his computer mouse. A few clicks and the instrument was spliced into the mix. When Aphelio's replayed the bit, the child kicked their legs back and forth, clapping their hands together. Wanting to gauge the tots overall opinion, he flipped between thumbs-up and thumbs-down. Back and forth. The little one took his hand, and kept it thumb-side-up with a cheeky grin. And they both nodded in agreement. This mix was a certified banger.

EZREAL

"Hey, guys. Has anyone seen my phone? Nevermind. Found it! Someone's totally random kid has it. Wait—HUH!?"

Ezreal doesn't mind kids so much. They could sometimes be a lot of fun. The only thing Ezreal can't handle is once a crying session starts, or a random tantrum erupts. He gets a little nervous when the meltdowns start. Because he has no freaking clue how to handle it. So for the most part, Ezreal does like kids—from a distance. Where he can smile and laugh at their antics, without having to actually deal with an emotional ticking time bomb. Kayn was bad enough already.

The other thing he can't deal with is someone messing with his phone! And unfortunately, his habit of misplacing it has caught up to him. Because now a toddler has it. Deleting and messing up his apps. Possibly trying to look for some silly game he doesn't even have installed. And if Ezreal thought he was fast, well, this kid took the crown. Call that tyke 'Lightning McQueen', because they were leaving sneaker marks on the floor.

But this game of chase had to come to an end. Ezreal caught up to the road-runner, and slipped the phone right out of those tiny fingers. Ezreal cheered himself thinking he won. Ezreal quickly figured out he was actually about to be the biggest loser. He witnessed those round eyes growing in watery magnitude. Face wrinkling with pure, unfiltered raw emotion. The hiccups increased in volume, and those puffed cheeks were getting more red by the minute.

"H-Hey! Don't cry. No, no. Shhh—Shhh! It's okay." Ezreal smacked his hands together, begging and pleading for mercy upon his sensitive soul. Ezreal sunk his top teeth into his bottom lip. He wasn't prepared for this at all. And if Yone ever found out he made his kid cry, then mostly likely, he'd make sure Ezreal was crying too (and bleeding) on the floor. Then forced to clean up his own murder scene!

A few quick taps and he knelt down with the hiccuping toddler. With the cat filter setup, Ezreal pretended to be a kitten; meowing and licking his paw and rubbing his cheeks to clean himself. The kiddo sniffed back their brimming tears, giggling when they saw they had their own whiskers and ears! After a couple of loud meows, the child hopped up and down. "Doggy next! Doggy next!" One tap and now they were puppies, barking and panting.

Many cute pictures were taken. Ezreal picked out a few and messaged them to Yone.

[Yone:] Thanks. The wife will be happy to have these. [Ezreal:] np! 😋 [Yone:] By the way. Have you finished cleaning the bathrooms? [Ezreal]:..............................................yes. 🤗 [Yone:] Finish the bathrooms. Now. Or I'll be confiscating your phone for a week.

Ezreal almost broke down in tears, falling to his knees. He was so close to having his own meltdown. Just from the sheer thought of losing his phone privilege's. Honestly, he should be off the hook for entertaining the kid and sending cute pictures. Life totally wasn't fair!

SETT

"Well, hello down there. You wanna play a game or—shoot. I didn't mean to scare ya'h off! I swear I'm a nice guy if ya'h give me a chance!"

There was no doubt about it. Sett really, really, liked children. There was something about them that brought him joy whenever they were around. All of his personal baggage and adult stress would simply melt away from a simple giggle or smile. And Sett had his fair share of babysitting other single-moms' and their children while growing up. It was one of his part-time jobs from middle to high school. All to help Ma' with paying the bills.

Unfortunately, kids didn't seem to like him too much (at first). With his overwhelming mass, they'd think he was some sort of monster. The one their parents told them would gobble them up if they didn't shower before bed. So, here he was, trying to entertain the little one. But anytime they caught sight of him, they'd cry in terror and scamper away. Sett had to think bigger. He tapped his chin a couple of times before a light bulb went off above his ears.

He laid out the scene in his room. He thanked his Ma' for one of the plushies she sent came with a tea set in the box. He went as far as to grab a few outfits and materials he stitched up as small replicas of larger projects him and K'Sante worked on. Him and the surrounding stuff toys were dressed appropriately for the most exquisite tea-party. Dress, hats, neck pearls and all!

Curiosity always got the best of any child. When the tater-tot heard the laughs and conversations, they had to sneak a peek. And once they entered the room, the child found Sett sitting on the ground, surrounded by his plushies, all served with tiny cups and plates.

"Oh! Quiet down everyone. The prince/princess has finally arrived. Mr. Chonk, please. Show our honored guest to their seat." He motioned his tea-cup to a free spot at the 'table'. The child glowed with excitement, scurrying to their designated placement. With a fancy tilt of their teacup, they took prim and proper sips of their tea. "More tea, Mr.Swett?" The toddler wiggled forward and picked up the teapot.

"Why, yes. I would love some more. Thank you." Sett raised his cup at the offer. The giggles and excitable conversation could be heard throughout the entire apartment. It wasn't long till the rest of the gang stuck their noses through a crack at the door. Opening the door, they couldn't help but burst with laughter at the display. Ezreal, of course, snapping pictures. Aphelios chuckling to himself behind his mask. Kayn roaring with laughter and tears. And K'Sante commenting on how he'd never expect some of his designed outfits would be used at a kid's tea party. "Nuh-Uh. You can't come in." The toddler hoped on their feet, pushing all of them all out the door. "Dis invitation onwy. No stinkers!"

"That's right, fellas. No stinkers." Sett laughed, raising his pinky into the air. "This is an exclusive tea-party. Better luck gettin' invited next year. Right?"

K'SANTE

"He-He. You think you have what it takes because you are Yone's kid? Show me and prove it."

K'Sante grew up with a large family. Brothers, sisters, first cousins, second cousins, the neighbors next door and their kids. Heck, even that laundromat lady his mom was friends with and her kids. Actually, just about everyone in the community. Seemed like it was always a party at his parents home. No matter the day or week, K'Sante had always dealt with a high-energy household. And when the adults pulled out the bottle of Akpeteshie, you knew it was going to be a rager. And at the kids table, K'Sante was in charge of watching over the parade of younger children.

Being a certified older sibling within his family unit, and apparently, Heartsteel as well, handling one little wasn't going to throw off his cool or cramp his style. In fact, he was more than prepared. If there was one thing he knew from growing up, kids loved to play dress up. And he had a full wardrobe of runway worthy outfits.

K'Sante busted out a long carpet down the hallway. Borrowed some plushies from Sett, and made them the audience and judges. Dimming most of the surrounded lights, the hallway bulbs illuminated the catwalk with intensity. Let the show begin!

"Higher energy! Yes, show them a 'ting or two about what fashion truly means." K'sante clapped his hands as the kiddo strutted down with dramatic sass. "That is it. Right there. Now, finish them off with the look." At the end of the carpet, the child titled their head back, and narrowed their eyes before sharply turning with a fling of the boa around their neck. K'Sante cheered, pushing one of the stuffed animals as if it passed out from sheer cut-throat fashion! He blew kisses into the air. "They can't even handle you right now. You are new, you are fresh, but also timeless. Molded by the hands of Gods. Your power is infinite."

Wardrobe changes were a must. K'Sante wasn't going to let such talent go to waste. His work of art and the tiny fashion model would display it all for the world to see. Well, the stuffed animal world, he had to remind himself. Seemed like a game of pretend was feeling like a real runway gig! And after the runway show was over, it actually wasn't truly over. K'Sante had pulled out a magazine from behind a display case. Showing the kiddo a picture of their father walking down a runway in an all black-attire event. "Dada," the kid placed a hand against the glossy page. "Supah cool."

"That's right." K'Sante said proudly, puffing his chest. "And your Dada looks cool because I am the one who designed his suite. But, I'll give him credit. He is a pretty cool guy all on his own."

an: this req was too cute to write omg. sorry if i just focused on the gang and the kid, rather than the yone x reader part you also requested. felt it was getting a bit long, and i wasn't sure if i could incorporate it well enough. very sorry about that. but don't worry! i have another yone x reader req. incoming.

[aziraphales-library]

hello!! i love you all so much (platonic) and appreciate the work you do. do you have any recs where one/both of the ineffable husbands/wives is getting out of a relationship and goes to the other for comfort and maybe realizes they've been in love with them the whole time? thanks so much <333333

Here are some break-up friends-to-lovers fics for you...

I'm All Yours by FeralTuxedo (E)

Anthony J. Crowley knew he looked like a walking mid-life crisis. The tight jeans, half-up bun and sunglasses positively screamed ‘I left my wife for the babysitter and bought a vintage car just to feel alive again.’ In an adaptation of his life, he’d be played by Hugh Grant. He looked like a divorcee desperate for action, and it didn’t help that he was currently standing outside a nightclub surrounded by drunk twenty-year-olds. But Crowley wasn’t here for a good time tonight. He was on a rescue mission. Crowley has been rescuing his friend Aziraphale over and over again for a decade. Hopelessly in love, ready to jump at a moment’s notice when he was needed. When Aziraphale finally breaks up with his partner, Crowley is there to help him through what’s looking to be one hell of a mid-life crisis. Things could finally change. If he manages not to mess it up again. A human AU with a whole forest’s worth of pining squeezed into a single day.

…And They Were Roommates by Mimsynims (E)

���You know… I just remembered that Richard and I were going away for a few days next month.” Something devious came over him. “Richard paid for it, but the booking is in my name.” Crowley quickly caught on to what he was getting at. “Ooh, I see. That’s convenient.” He grinned. “For us." When Aziraphale's boyfriend Richard (Dick) breaks up with him, he and his roommate Crowley hijacks an intended couples' vacation and uses it for themselves. Lines that had started to blur even before their trip gets even more blurry - which perhaps isn't the best thing when both are hiding a crush on the other (and communication isn't their strong suit).

Ezra at the Wedding by tenandi (E)

Ezra's ex is moving on but he's determined to stop the wedding. With his handsome neighbor masquerading as his new love interest, will he win back his true love and rewrite the happy ending he deserves? - Crowley was leaning against the doorframe, obviously hungover and running on about two hours of sleep. A ripped t-shirt hung off one shoulder over a pair of boxers with devil ducks printed all over them. To top it all off, he was wearing black velvet slippers embroidered with his monogram. In any other instance, Ezra would have laughed but he was too busy being wrapped up in his anguish. “What do you want, Crowley?” Ezra fumed. “I am having a moment here!”

You are HoMe (Half of Me) by angelsnuffbox (T)

Aziraphale had gotten dumped, plain and simple. But that small detail wasn’t nearly as important as all the things that happened after he’d gotten dumped - such as coming to a few realisations about his best friend of sixteen years.

Hooped Earrings by OfEden (E)

After 29 years Azira comes out. While her family and ex boyfriend don't support her, her life long best friend is there by her side every step of the way.

Crawling Back To You by madrabbitwrites (NR)

College-age Aziraphale pushed his closest friend away and moved out of town with his married Literature professor in a panicked attempt at escaping his family’s rampant homophobia. Years later, devastated by a dreadful break-up, he’s returned to his small hometown to live with his brother and attempt to heal his broken heart (and broken life, if he were being honest with himself). What he didn’t count on was his old friend Crawley- now calling himself Crowley and looking dashing as ever- to have returned as well. Crawley’s wounds from their last argument are deep and Aziraphale may never be able to regain what they once had, but he’d certainly like to try. The two of them need to have an actual conversation, but that’s not really how these plots go, is it?

- Mod D

[yandere-fics]

♡ Eliza Worship Kink ♡

It wasn't hard to tell that Eliza was going to go into heat soon, she was constantly attached to your side, way more than even the typical amount, you had to peel her off of you just to go take a bath and even then she'd be sitting on the floor next to the tub in case you needed anything from her, and when you'd lay next to her in bed she would rest her head on your stomach, letting out small sounds of satisfaction, not letting you move even an inch, if you needed something then she would go get it for you, silly puppy. This heat was a bit different though, she was on edge seeing as you hadn't gotten pregnant the last few heats you had spent with her, she was determined to make this the one where it finally happened which meant she had a lot of preparing she had to do, the freezer was stocked full of meats, she said your pups together would need lots of meat, you were a tad bit concerned about the source of the meat but you knew better than to question Eliza about it when chances were you wouldn't like the answer, and she'd put you on permanent bed rest in the month leading up to it, even taking a vacation from work herself, wolves took having babies very seriously and seeing as it wasn't happening naturally, she needed to prepare this time, it was going to happen whether you liked it or not, which was scaring you but luckily she hadn't yet found out you were on birth control, you weren't sure how she'd react when you didn't get pregnant this time but that was an issue for future you.

"Puppy! I brought some bath salts, the woman of the store said they would increase fertility so I'll have to kill her if she was lying." You'd put in a tip to the store owner later to run away before Eliza could hunt her down. She'd been bringing things home for you nonstop, the future mother of her children only deserved the best, you were going to be creating life, it was just too wonderful so of course you deserved only rest and relaxation, she'd take care of you puppy, you just had to let her do all the work. Yesterday she brought home a wooden crib for you to paint if you needed something to entertain you though by painting it he really meant you'd pick the color and she'd do the actual painting and glossing for you, her puppy, future mother to her children could not be breathing in the fumes, she'd do that for you, don't you worry about the single thing.

"Oh, that's sweet thank you." You were a little bit nervous about the way Eliza was looking at you today, she was about to go into heat any moment now yet instead of being on top of you immediately like normal she just sat on the edge of the bed, her hands rubbing your feet gently like she was trying to soothe you, like she was about to do something really scary, you really didn't like that thought. Suddenly she pulled your legs forward, spreading them and pushing the nightgown she'd made you wear, maternity wear, up to expose you, she also hadn't been allowing you underwear.

"Puppy, I found something yesterday..." She pulled out your tin of birth control pills that you'd hidden under a floorboard in your apartment together and your face paled as you tried to come up with some way to talk yourself out of this mess. "You're so silly, why would you want to avoid having kids with me, y-you didn't know what these were for, right puppy?" She let out a small whimper, placing her head between your legs and giving your thighs small little nips, like she was scolding you for trying to avoid this miracle.

"I- I'm sorry." There wasn't really a way out of this, Eliza was going to get your pregnant no matter what you wanted so in the end the best thing you could do was give in and make it easier on yourself.

"My puppy's so silly, so silly indeed, I'm so happy I found these, don't worry silly puppy, I'll do everything you need from now on, you don't have to be scared. I should have tried harder to show my silly puppy just how excited for this I am!" Her tail wagged behind her, her tongue pressing against your hole now and she started to prepare you for later tonight as you fought back tears, she wouldn't be happy if you cried about this 'miracle'. You never wanted this, you didn't know why she couldn't understand that though you supposed to a wolf this was the highest honor you could go through, how could you complain about something so sacred, something your mate wanted desperately. "I'm so happy puppy, you'll be so happy, I'll take care of you."

[darkestescapes]

Saw your ask is open. Can I request you a jk fic where he cheated on you so you tried to leave him but he's adamant to keep you

My first anon ask! Woo-hoo!! 🖤 Hope you like it. Since I don't have a lot to go on I just used my imagination.

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Warnings: Yan!JK x Fem! Reader. Toxic toxic toxic. But we love toxic JK don't we ;). JK locked reader in the house. Forced proximity? Implied fucking at the end, nothing specific. I'm not someone who likes the idea of cheating (being cheated on myself) but it's JK so.

"WHAT THE FUCK JK" you yell in annoyance after seeing him put your clothes back into the closet that you'd thrown into the first suitcase you could find.

"You're not going anywhere" he says calmly. He continues to put your clothes back while you stand in front of the bathroom door fuming at this man who vowed to love you forever.

"Fine then" you say and grab your shoes and make a run to the door. JK huffs in annoyance and puts the suitcase away, this time somewhere you won't find it easily.

You half wear your shoes and try entering the pass code of the door, try pulling the door, try kicking it but nothing works. Damn that sly sexy fucker.

Groaning in anger you sit on the ground and put your head in your hands.

"I'm sorry" JK leans his forehead on your shoulder. You laugh bitterly and remove your shoes and jacket and throw them on the ground with as much force as you can muster.

"I'm sorry? Is that the best you can come up with? What exactly are you sorry for Koo? Locking me inside this house? Or throwing my things back into place without asking me? Or for cheating on me? I left everything and everyone for you, because you're all that needed and you'd convinced me so well and I blindly followed you everywhere like a lost puppy. But I guess you weren't just happy with me were you?"

"No baby it's not like that" he says coming closer to you and grabbing your wrists in his fingers. You place your palms on his stomach and try to push him away but he just keeps pulling you closer till he's hugging you tightly. "She just came onto me, I ignored her as much as I could reall-"

"So she just happened to come onto your dick huh" you say sadly.

"I'm sorry, baby I truly am. I love you too much I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I only love you, I'll never leave you again to go out with my stupid friends. I'll stop talking to them too I promise. I love you. Let me show you how much I do" he whispers the last part in your ear.

You close your eyes and feel his hand circle you waist, the other coming to move your face to give him access to your throat. God you love it when he holds you close and kisses you all over.

Frankly speaking you aren't surprised someone tried something with JK, what did shock you was that he actually went along with it. God it makes your blood boil to think someone even had the guts to take him from you.

Grabbing his cheeks with your palms and rising to your feet you smash your lips on to his. If you want him to forget that bitch, you gotta fuck him like your life depends on it.

Pushing him on the couch you remove your top and straddle his lap. Gently moving his hair away from his face you lick your lips and kiss him again and then you kiss his neck and his chest and his abs and fuck him so good neither of you want to stop till you physically cannot fuck anymore.

[projectjasper]

Helloo! As someone who loves nlmg, do you think it dealt well with the concept of family? Especially with palm's parents or his dad? I'm currently watching it and his dad is making me fume, i just wish palm would punch him but alas he doesn't seem like the type. Also, do you agree with the statement that neung doesn't love palm as much as he loves him? Cause i don't (i have so many thoughts about this but i can't put it into words) but I've seen it mentioned quite a lot that I'm starting to doubt myself

hiii! i love nothing more than asks about my favourite series, so thank you so much for sending this one 🫶

so! do i think nlmg dealt with the concept of family well? yes. in big capital letters, actually. so, YES.

now, shout out to nueng and his mom, but there's a reason why you asked especially about palm's parents. nueng and his mom make sense in a very uncomplicated way. she's a good mom to him, they love each other, it's just a nice little comfortable family, so their relationship easily makes sense.

as for palm's mom, i think the little time they spent together and the way it went makes sense as well. she wanted her freedom (and with such a husband, it's unsurprising that she did), so she seemed a little distant and aloof at first, but she eventually peels some layers off, and there is still a caring and loving mother hidden in there. i don't even know if she expected to find her there, palm certainly didn't, but they found her together, and they would have gotten to the point of having a relationship not unlike the one nueng has with his mom, if they got more time together.

as for palm's father, nlmg is a wonderful exception in a whole parade of series i don't like specifically because of the way they approach their bad parents. the two main issues i typically trip against in those series are 1) the sudden default subscription to traditionalism and 2) the way the relationship is presented in and of itself.

now, as for the first problem, as someone, who lives in a deeply traditionalist society (which is frankly trying to run even more backwards than it already is), but who is also queer and trans and disabled and does indeed have an abusive family he is mostly not in contact with, the idea that traditionalism is something that any character agrees with until proven otherwise, especially when that character is queer, does not make sense to me. i can't be seeing a character, who is very much not conforming to society every step of the way, but then suddenly and without explanation treats their horrific parents like they are a godsend simply because "that's what you are supposed to do". it seems sudden and nonsensical.

with palm, however, we have established his traditionalism in many a way from the very beginning. the way he unquestionably agrees to his father's request in the first place, the way he treats the class difference between himself and nueng, the way he feels inferior and like he needs to prove himself because of it, etc. etc. like you said, as much as we'd like to punch his dad, he just doesn't seem the type. the question of his relationship with his father is not an isolated incident of traditionalism, but rather a pattern of it popping up in many areas of his life. so it makes sense that he does not call him out entirely directly, feels a level of obligation to him, and doesn't fully cut ties with him in the end.

at the same time, concerning the second issue, this is very much palm's pov. the series itself does not treat his father with much reverence. palm's mother is very much an anti-traditionalist figure, and her push against what she was "supposed" to do is specifically represented through palm's father and how awful he was as a husband. there is a reason why the last time we see him is when palm and nueng "fulfil their duty" towards him by letting him out of prison. he is not there for palm at the end, he is not involved in the aftermath of his ex-wife's death, and, while jojo found it necessary to explain away nueng's mother not being present in the ourskyy2 episodes, there was no such explanation for palm's father, as it is not needed. there is a coldness and a distance to the relationship that still exists and it makes sense. palm does what he must, because traditionally one is supposed to respect their parent, but he does not go even a step farther than that. he does not seek his father out, he does not go out of his way to build any sort of relationship with him, he is just kind of there, receiving an obligatory birthday present once a year.

as for the back half of your ask, i absolutely do NOT agree with the idea that palm loves nueng more than nueng loves palm.

honestly, if i did agree with it, it would not have been one of my favourite series, especially because palm is my favourite character - not nueng. this also proves that if i do have any bias here, it is towards palm, and if he was slighted by nueng in any way (by the end of the series), i would not push it under the rug.

i think this misconception comes from a very simplistic and almost mathematical approach to relationships in general. it's like some people are at a market weighing apples against oranges. palm is simply an incredibly romantic and frankly a little insane (/pos) person when it comes to romance. it is in the bounds of his personality to have gotten a crush on nueng almost immediately after they met and get a tattoo of nueng's name three seconds into their relationship. that does not mean that the many ways nueng shows his love towards palm and simply the way he loves him are any less than that.

though, i would also argue that laying next to the love of your life, the one person you want to part with the least, while imagining what a great life he would have without you, and then leaving him so he would be happy without you, even though it would make you miserable, is also a pretty insane fucking thing to do. if that is not peak of selfless and big love, i do not know what is.

[ang3l-core]

Way past exhausted

Yeah I wish that I could get more sleep cuz I know that right now if I could just let me give myself a little bit it would probably would work some wonders but I don't think that you know for me just exactly how hard it is

I feel like I'm running on fumes most of the time just to keep this body, yeah just to keep on functioning

I'm kinda mad in a way that this is only vessel that I have and that I ever will and I have no spares for it so I can't just up and abandon it

I would probably would never be able to even keep it working without a schedule

Cuz if I had maybe just took a nap or ended up wanting to go to bed early I could miss the deadline to give it all the fluids, artificial foods and medicines that are now apart of my everyday regimen to make sure that I don't end up in even worse shape than this

And trust me I would protest but hey, god made the rules I didn't

So now all I have to do is just keep on figuring out how to live my life this way

So I'll stay up just to make sure that I take my heart medication just so I don't wake up a dehydrated tachycardic mess

And then maybe my nurse won't look at me so sad when she sees my bad vitals in the morning and then looks back at me to smile and say "don't worry it's okay, we'll just try again and hopefully it might be better the next day"

One thing that I hate most about having my chronic illness is that through every part of it I feel everything

Even right now and I know that I must also be a little extra tired and weak because I know that overnight that I didn't get to but I should've let my immune system do what every night it's supposed to do

I didn't get to give it the little extra rest that it really needs to keep on going like this and repair itself and keep me straight up so I can do the things I'm supposed to do

But it feels like I really have little choice cuz I feel way worse when I fall asleep a little bit earlier at the time when I'm actually feeling like I want to and then I'll have hours go by and I forget that I'm going without the stuff I'm supposed to take and then it makes all of my problems even worse

So yeah it gets kinda frustrating when it's like "damned if you do, damned if you don't"

I have alot of up and down, on and off days

I guess there's never gonna be this whole "normal functioning system" that's gonna completely perfect for me to hold my expectations to and it's kinda fucked that even probably if there is a way that I somehow do I can't really expect perfection when my body isn't even all working perfectly too

So I guess for now I might take the slight insomnia if it means that maybe for a few hours until I have to take all my things again I can pretend that I'm almost actually "normal" when I get to my baseline again before I get back to the same way I was that crushes all my hopes for that and makes me feel like I may break again

Or need to go to a hospital

But that's just how it goes health is a luxury and not everything is easy for everyone

It just sometimes seems like it is sometimes for the certain people who like to talk about things to you cuz they don't actually know what it's like to live life inside your body

Cuz it seems like people always forget to remember that experiences are different so don't expect everyone what's your face the same easiness or difficulty to live life the same way that you do

And I know that explain that to everyone isn't always easy cuz you can always make people listen and understand

But really all they need to know is we're both different you're not me and I'm not you

Cuz I really get that feeling like you're wasting your time getting tired trying to overexplain yourself about something sucks

You know I think that's why also I feel like sometimes I choose just not to talk to people about my moments when I'm in pain or when I feel like I might be suffering and I'll at times just stay silent but I also feel like I shouldn't have to though

It shouldn't have to matter what you're talking about, you talking about how you're feeling while you're going through what you're going through is valid

I feel just like that's how some of alot of us feel when we're going through these things and we don't feel like we're being heard or we're dismissed and I think that that's why by now I can see why the most of us right now just feel like we're way past exhausted

[wetcatspellcaster]

I have a possible bad AU Ascendent question. So I know he’s good and gone (RIP pookie you would have loved SSRIs and court mandated therapy) but I want to know what his long term plan was. Say he brides Rosalie and makes her his unlawfully yet wedded wife. What do you think his “okay now what?” plan would be. He claims he sees a future with them and does his whole “fear me, love me, do as I say” spiel. Is he gonna try and take over the world? Is he gonna make everyone a spawn so they don’t come and take Rosie away? Do you think he even had a post-winning plan or was he more obsessed with the chase than the actual end result?

hey anon!

so, to be honest, the Whole Point is that he doesn't have a plan. If the Ascendent had a plan to fix himself, he'd just open the jar and snort his own soul, you know? But he doesn't do that - partly because I'm riffing off the fan theory that circulated at the time that Astarion and Ascended!Astarion weren't really the planning type, but MOSTLY because I did treat the Ascendent as the epitome of trauma-paralysed depression, and that stagnation you get when you're so lost all you have is the bad decisions and unhealthy choices you are familiar with and used to. when you're in that space you don't want to 'fix' yourself. You don't want to take reasonable or healthy action. You are running on fumes, fear, and... in this case, distraction.

so you're right, it's more an obsession with the chase than the actual end result! This is partly bc that's how desire in fiction works - you like the build up more than necessarily the 'consummation' (thank god I watched the contrapoints essay after I finished, I just feel like a contrapoints essay as I say this but it was all in an essay I wrote in undergrad as well!). the high octane will-they-won't-they 'let's kill each other but not really, let's be divorced but make it hot' back and forth is way easier for the Ascendent to navigate than the realities of a turned Tav who doesn't actually want to be turned, because that would be a real situation that requires real hard work, rather than a fantasy to escape into.

...And if that chase is a fantasy, it is also an utter distraction, right? If you chase after the impossible solutions - the woman who loved you, the Wish Spell that will fix you - this prevents you from thinking overly hard about your own situation. Which the Ascendent, as my magical allegory for both depression and the place you go when you make decisions in incredibly traumatic moments of your life, doesn't want to do.

I think that if the Ascendent had gotten Rosalie, his plan was to make her happy. Because that's the next step of the chase.

We as the audience, already know that's an impossibility, bc we see her as a person rather than as a prize or a goal. So, as a reader, you can extrapolate out exactly what the timeline would be, when a soulless being that's trapped inside it's own moral alignment starts trying to make someone else happy through the one thing she explicitly asked not to happen, and when that doesn't work, what kind of steps would come next on both sides.

[medics-secret-shipfic-folder]

I know it's only been a few weeks since chapter 19 of my fic dropped, but I'm still not entirely happy with it.

I don't know what it is, but something about that entire chapter feels like its dragging. Even after I went and cut the length by 10 pages, it still feels bloated. And I think I know why.

Chapter 19 is something of a "transitional" chapter. Chapter 17 marked a huge milestone in the story, as it was the end of my concrete plans for the fic - that is, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and very few creative changes happened in the lead-up. Chapter 18 mainly just served as a way to wind down after the intense emotional rollercoaster of that main arc.

But now that I've hit the pause button on Cheavy's primary arc, the story has opened up to explore more out-there ideas. And while I do have plenty of ideas, the problem is that none of them are as solidified as the previous arc. Chapter 19 is the start of this new period in my fic, but because I'm winging it from here, I don't really know how to approach the story post-chapter 17.

So we end up with a chapter where I'm trying to get the ball rolling on Cmedic's story and get back to the horror that TBTF was based on, but it just ends up being...well, a meandering mess. I'll admit, I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter because I just didn't know what to do. I had the vague idea of "creepy Blight cave system" and that was it. And by the end of the chapter, I was running on fumes trying to end it, hence why the ending is so abrupt and is one of the few chapters to end on an actual cliffhanger.

Point is...I might rewrite chapter 19. I'm not happy with the final product, so expect some changes to the story.

[carnal-lnstinct]

Royal Pains

☆☆Pairing: Virgin!Vegeta x Human!Reader x Bulma ☆☆Content: ( 5k words. 3-year times skip au. female/afab!reader. f/m/f. implied reader is from a rich family & childhood friends w/ Bulma. also a spoiled brat. vegeta still getting used to earth. sexual tension. first kiss. implied virginity loss. oral-male receiving. ) ☆☆Warning: ( M / 18. MINORS DNI. explicit language. dubcon to mutual consent. ) ☆☆A/N: Apparently I can only bully vegeta, every time I tried to write it fluffy I hated it, so a brat for a brat ft. a brat is what I ended up with. xD ♫ gangsta - kehlani

@dreadsuitsamus @actuallysaiyan @beneathstarryskies @yeowangies

Bulma warned you about him, her new unorthodox housemate that lingered after one of her wild adventures. But you had to see what the fuss was all about for yourself and find out what this Saiyan Prince was like, from one pedigree to another. While your old friend tinkered in her lab with her new suit project, you found the man of honor raiding the refrigerator, bare from the waist up but muscular torso wrapped in bandages. Almost mummified with some bandages loosely dangling from his arms. You're not sure what you expected of him but he was smaller than the gossip made him seem.

When compared to the last saiyan Bulma had around her house once or even Yamcha, you're actually a little disappointed but there was plenty enough of a mystery around him that could make up for it. Though, greeted with a firm glare from staring at him across the kitchen could confirm everything you were already told and maybe all you needed to know.

However, you were no stranger to pompous airs. He was a prince, after all.  You would imagine he had his own decorum of coming off prim and proper. Even in his shambled and underdressed appearance.

You only intended to introduce yourself as any dignified social elite would to another, but the Saiyan scoffed with a cold shoulder before he moved to the other side of the kitchen, his findings from the fridge his only concern. Further attempts to extend a kind greeting and start up a conversation continued to be brushed off by The Saiyan Prince, your insisting finally earning a growl followed by a rough "shut up, already". Then in fewer harsh words commanded you to leave him. Rude, as you were told to expect. All this caution for such a surly brute of a man who couldn't even pretend to be nice to you.

Clearly, he was not warned about you.

No one told you what to do! Not even your own parents could reel you in when your temper got the best of you. You were practically royalty yourself and that immunity made testing other's patience come as a natural talent of yours over the years. To hell with trying to be a pleasant dignitary on behalf of the earth, now you were annoyed.

You stomp your foot down, placing your hands on your hips as you scoffed. "You got a lot of nerve! Is that how you were raised to talk to a lady?"

"Are all earth women this obnoxious? I'm trying to eat in peace now get lost!" The man snaps back, leaning over his chair to turn your way. "I've had about enough of your kind thinking you can tell a warrior prince what to do!"

This made you fume. "I don't take orders from some barrel-chested pipsqueak!" He made your blood run hot and you refused to back down from such a rude guest in, practically, your second home. The comment seemed to really rile him up however, you can see the outrage flare in his eyes and you're sure there was a vein popping behind his head dressing. The kind of reaction you lived to incite out of others.

"P-Pipsqueak? How dare-" Vegeta was brimming in his temper, muscles flex with tension against the bandages. He rose from his seat with a rough grip on the back of the chair as it creaked under his hands. "I'm warning you now woman, get out of here or you're not going to like what I become!" In spite of the rough things you've heard of the saiyan, you could only answer him in those magical, troublesome two words.

"Make me." You challenged through the grit of your teeth and another stomp of your foot, a glare in your own eyes burning across the wide space between you. Until he moved without hesitation, heavy footsteps and hunched, broad shoulders coming in toward you and suddenly the logical consequences did start to pile in your mind. The real reason you were told not to get on his bad side. He is rough, he is powerful, he is a killer.

Your eyes flick to the imprint of his hand molded on the chair's frame, and as he gets closer you can see the veins in his arm throb with his fists clenched. The scars and scowl on his face look scarier coming in as well, beating away your own glare. Maybe this time you had toyed with the wrong one. Before you knew it, your legs carried you back until you stumbled against the wall. A rough hand smacked the structure and shook it under his strength behind you, The Prince trapping you with his harsh glare. He breathes a low, threatening sound from his chest then smirks to himself.

As Vegeta expected of a weak human, your bravado crumbled in the face of his power. He was pleased by the slight tremble in your lips and timid shrinking away. Your eyes couldn't leave his for fear of what would happen to you if you so much as blinked. Vegeta was sure you would phase through the wall if you could to get away from him in the moment. The deep furrow in his brows did not falter, nor did the ferocity of his stare upon you as a beast looks upon its prey right before it goes for the throat. It was quiet and intense as he lets you stew in the error of your ways, kindling his pride in yet again putting those beneath him in their place.

How he made you see it unfold should have been a lesson to you about mouthing off, but staying like this somewhat turned your fear into..something else.

No one told you what to do and you thought you would sooner bite off your own tongue than yield to someone, but no one's ever actually forced you to do anything before either. It was a thrill you didn't expect, the hard and rogue exterior he presented now a vision of raw, attractive energy that roused something in you. Your lips parted slightly, your line of sight falling to the Prince's deviant smirk and suddenly filled with a need to feel it. A very clear signal of carnal surrender the warrior prince did not pick up on when you locked eyes again and your next breath shuddered past your lips.

Though satisfied with the terror he struck, a tinge of pain suddenly shot up his arm making him withdraw his hand from the wall and clutch his shoulder in a grimace. Allowing himself to tense up only reawakened the soreness afflicting his body from his intense training. Against the wishes of the household, Vegeta had just left another training session to replenish himself only to, from his perspective, become ambushed by you. Seems even scaring humans came with the painful price of facing the limitations of his body. It started in his arm and then the rest followed as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

You stood there in a silent stupor watching him helplessly as he struggle to even lift himself before you snapped out of it. Your body just acted, lowering yourself to his side and easing one of his arms over your shoulder to help him back up to his feet. You carried most of his weight as you at least got him moving with you toward the kitchen entrance.

"Get off!" The Saiyan Prince fussed for his pride, a strained huff as he tried to take back his balance only to make you both stumble. Where was your large bodyguard when you needed him? Bracing your legs with a strong push to straighten them out and lift him again, you managed to get him back up on his feet, holding his arm over your shoulder with a tighter grip. "D-Don't think... this gets you off easy." Vegeta groaned with pain, swallowing down the bitter bits of pride as you both slowly shuffled out of the kitchen.

"S-Shut up, already!" You griped back. Energy to fuss was better focused on getting to somewhere comfier than the kitchen floor, but you knew it was a mouthful you couldn't wager right now. Leaning on you like this you pick up on the thickness of his natural musk, evidence of a strenuous training session when his body was meant to be resting. Hoping it doesn't stain your expensive outfit, it only teased that attractive rush you got from him.

There was a small trail of bandages left behind as you made your way to the nearest sitting area, helping Vegeta down onto the couch. He slumps back into the cushions as you leaned on the arm to catch your breath. It was good he wasn't as heavy as he seemed with all his muscles, but he didn't make it easy to get him here.

"Now wait here, I'm gonna go get Bulma for help!" You instructed.

"No." He abruptly protests, straining as he adjusted in his seat. "The last thing I need is two of you blathering at me."  

You gave an annoyed huff and straightened up. Even now he had the nerve to be rude. "Dr. Brief, then?" The realization hits you and you take it back. "Oh- Never mind." You recalled the doctor and missus stepping out for a lunch date. Vegeta gives a sneer in response, holding his side as he adjusts his posture. He seemed ready to try to stand up again already but you move around to hold him down. Despite being capable of overpowering you, there was nothing he could do right now about it. His body just seemed incapable of doing what he wanted, cursing its current inability to get past this pain. He manages to look up at you, the flick in your expression from annoyed to worry.

Helplessness recognized in your eyes. You don't know him to be so troubled with his current state, Vegeta reflected. Neither did Bulma, but it didn't stop her from pushing this earthling lifestyle on him or bringing him back from the brink of death. Only to be met with the same slight of his pride as you. As inconvenient as it was, this pain remains necessary to surpass Kakarot and the stranger from the future. He must become a super saiyan and find a power beyond even that. He must reclaim his birthright as the greatest saiyan warrior to ever live. No soft hands and sweet scents from strange earthling women were going to get in his way.

That arrogance in his desires left the two of you going back and forth over getting Bulma again before you just accepted the fact he can't stop you right now and you start to walk off.

"Wait, damn it!" Vegeta winced as he made a grab for your arm. "Do not walk away from me!"

You spin around to him, an offended glance at the large hand wrapped around your fingers before you snatch back. "-Look I am not good in these situations! If you suddenly die I don't know cpr or a fireman's carry or even those dragon balls!"

"I...am not dying. Idiot." Vegeta sank back into the cushions with a more frail scowl, trying to talk through his pain. "Would you just listen to me?"

"I am not an idiot! You're the one up and around when clearly you're supposed to be on bed rest! Why don't you let the air out of your head and let me get you some help!" The heat of your words was punctuated with that demanding stomp again and hands on your hips. He looks at you, chewing on the next bitter words he wanted to say but letting a stiff huff through his nose instead as he closed his eyes to calm himself.

Vegeta then lets out a soft chuckle. "You're both just the same." He declares. Were it uttered in that rough tone you would have taken it as an insult and lashed out, but his voice was lulled to a calmer sound. Unfamiliar thus far to how arrogantly you've heard him speak, it made you tilt your head at his words and momentarily forget your goal. Even his scowl appeared to lose some of its luster as he looked back toward you. "What do you earthlings even care what happens to me, don't you know what I will do once I am a super saiyan?"

"A..super saiyan?" You repeated softly to yourself, a furrow of your brow in confusion.

He pulls his hand out his side and looks over his scarred palm, then tested the flex of his muscles with a clenched fist, gauging his pain from tightening his fingers. "This pain is nothing to a saiyan warrior. It's necessary." He mused in that familiar tone but his eyes were wistful. And once again he tried to get to his feet. "I will get stronger. I will...surpass this!"

Why was he so intense? Not at all what you expected from a Prince, let alone one from outer space. You didn't have to stop him this time as he crashed back into the couch cushions on his own as the pain suddenly intensified through his body. For a hot pain in the neck, you really felt sorry for him. It was more here to unpack than just him trying not to drop his pompous attitude in front of others and give off weakness. There was something deeply wounded about a person who chose to endure such physical agony. This was torturous to watch just as much as he chose to see it through. You were not so high in your own world to not know suffering when you see it, and for Vegeta to try to hide his defeated expression behind a clenched jaw and tightly shut eyes in an attempt to lift off again was enough.

You intersected this attempt when you walked past and then immediately sat beside him, crossing your ankles and setting your hands in your lap. "'Prince Vegeta', right?" You sought clarifications to address him accordingly, his eyes tracking your demeanor up to your face. No more use of harsh nicknames. "They told me you like to fight. But maybe who it is you're trying to fight isn't a problem today or even tomorrow." You reached over and placed a reassuring hand on his bare knee where they left his shorts, keeping your gaze locked on him. "Maybe today is a rest day and tomorrow is your spa day?" You encouraged. "Bulma's like this sometimes, too. I bet she's been in that lab for a couple of days already working on that...suit...thingy. Then right back here to make sure you're not dead, right?"

Vegeta blinks at you, an incredulous look with his arched brow. The brief explanation did line up with his interactions with Bulma when given thought, which is why his trips to the Gravity Chamber weren't broadsided by her mouthy rants. But she couldn't be running herself ragged for him, or rather he chose not to believe she would do that for him of all people. Looking down at his bandaged torso...she would. She was.

"I used to tell her that resting your brain is just as good as resting your body. But in your case, I am suggesting you rest both. I don't know anything about super 'saiya-men', but... would that be so bad?" You continued to try to sway Vegeta to give them both a chance to rest. The soft act of your hand rubbing his knee froze him. Then you felt him flinch under the caress, making you pull your hand away. "Sorry! Did that hurt?"

"What? No! I-" Shutting himself up, Vegeta turned away. Once again nursing his shoulder. He dare not speak of such gentle hands and their stimulation. Like all that he viewed as afflictions, he can push through with sheer willpower. He's done that with Bulma's touches already. "Nothing. Fine, whatever keeps you both out of my hair."

"Geez... Do 'saiya-men' relax or did you need help with that too?" You innocently teased in response to his intense nature only to be answered with an abrupt, loud-

"NO!" A nervous shout that caught you off guard. You withdrew a little further with a wide-eyed stare at the Prince, met with one from him as well. Awkward, to say the least. 

"I didn't mean literally-...Unless you were into that." Half-jokingly you muttered the last bit to yourself, some part of you still drawn to his roughness from earlier. But he must have heard it.

"I'll tell you what I told that Bulma woman, and that is I can take care of myself!" Vegeta defended himself. "I don't need your soft hands all over me at every turn."

That was too specific to not catch on. Was a woman's touch enough to rattle a warrior prince? Again, you weren't as adventurous as Bulma in terms of exploring the world and going into space to get any idea what saiyans were all about. But you've had your own fair share of experiences with men. Naturally, you drew your own conclusion and flashed Vegeta a knowing smile.

"Oh. I get it. You're actually shy around girls." That reminded you of someone else. Either the bad boy routine was just a front and he's secretly a nice, decent prince who respects a woman's disposition by avoiding frivolous "knocking". The quick falter in his eyes from you as he glanced away and the shift of his lap shook loose another possibility in your mind. In shock and awe, you raised a hand toward the light gape of your lips. "...Ooh."

"What?" The Prince snaps again, still in defense mode and now feeling exposed with a fair shade of pink on his face. "What are you gawking at?"

It... would make perfect sense for a Prince, even a rough one like Vegeta, if he was still a virgin.

But you've known a prince or two where that was just a political front. Maybe for him, an alien in every sense of the word, there was some lost custom of his birthplace unable to be properly explored considering the stories you have heard. One of the last of his kind and a virgin. Now he truly had your sympathy. You can see why Bulma was keeping him around, certain she must have realized this by now too.

"May I...make a proposition?" Left your lips before you realized what you were doing, emboldened by your newfound infatuation for the wounded Prince of Saiyans. "-That I can offer my assistance with your 'shyness'?" You lean towards him and your hand finds his knee again, this time with a light grip that causes Vegeta to tense. Your positions were a reflection of when he cornered you in the kitchen. Seeing you scoot closer, easing the distance between you into a barely noticeable gap, was admittedly a lot all at once for him. He felt himself become unnerved, but he would be damned if he fled from a human. For once, he was speechless at your forward behavior. "We can make it easier for you to endure a soft touch without ‘surprises’, ya know?" A quick glance at his lap and your smile grew. "I can do this for you and I’ll accept it as an apology for you being so rude to me. And it will stay between us." You flash a wink his way as you give him a playful poke to the tip of his nose, drawing your finger down his lips.

"Oh, will it?" Bulma's firm voice interrupts, making you and Vegeta turn her way.

"Bulma!" Vegeta cried out in surprise and hints of a plea for help. "This isn't!- We weren't-"

"There you are. About time you left that lab." You interrupted him calmly watching your old friend. Though discovered in fairly compromising positions, the intent of your actions did not let up at Bulma’s presence. The hand on his knee began to travel up his thigh causing Vegeta to flinch beside you. Blue eyes look to his abrupt movement and then between you, a sigh leaving the Brief Heiress.

"Are you seriously doing this right now? In here?" Bulma points out, the sitting area open to all coming and going just as she was. Stumbling across the two of you by chance. Vegeta was relieved that she showed up when she did. Had he the strength to get up, he would take shelter behind her without a second thought.

"Why, are your parents back home?" You asked her.

"No, but a little modesty wouldn’t hurt. Besides, The Prince of Destroying my hard work over here isn't even supposed to be up!” She sighs again, shaking her head as she rubbed one of her temples with a strained frown, directing her frustration to the helpless Vegeta. “Why am I not surprised you're anywhere but where I left you." There was a change in your eyes that made you turn to Vegeta as well with a rascally look before turning back to Bulma.

"There's room for one more." You practically sang to her, beckoning her over. You motioned your finger of your other hand invitingly. Vegeta gawked, his words still stuck in his throat. "You both could use some unwinding."

Earthling women were more crafty and bizarre than he imagined, so bold in everything they do. Bulma, you, even Panchy, who in spite of his fuss never ceased to attach herself so casually to his arm and include him in her mundane activities to make sure he was kept fed and comfy in their home. Kakarot's settling down made more sense if vipers like this were what he was up against. Vegeta hesitates to know what his wife is like.

It took little convincing to get Bulma to come around to the idea. She was just as worn down and frustrated as Vegeta. and dropping inklings of "old times" was enough to inspire the side of her you got to know more intimately in your adult years. You kind of wish Yamcha was here now, but those days were behind you all. As promised, never with old boyfriends and no husbands. With a roll of her eyes and a wily look in her eyes, Bulma stripped her hands of her work gloves and approached the couch. An all too giddy giggle leaves you.

"Don't worry, Bulma and I love to share." You whispered enticingly to The Prince to catch him up to speed as Bulma rounded the chair to come closer. "Consider this a warm-up."

"Warm-up?" He parroted once he found his voice again, tensing at the implications. This was getting out of hand and going way too fast. He was a little intrigued however. Incapable of expressing his eagerness to see where this was going, Vegeta could only continue to watch with a rush in his chest.

"We'll take it slow." You assured him, removing your hand from his in favor of Bulma's closeness. You grasp her hips to be closer than close and pull her down toward you. Before either of them started to overthink what was happening, you captured her lips, wasting no time in getting things going. Your fingers found a bundle of her curls and tangled around them with a soft stroke through her hair. She smelled of heated metals and labor, toiling away at her project like a recluse but the soft smell of strawberries you knew so well from her came through. Wooing you further from those old memories. Right before The Prince's eyes, you performed a demonstration of how to engage the other and shared how you each liked to be kissed. Momentarily losing yourselves in your hands and meeting of tongues when it grew more intense. Vegeta felt a mix of feelings with the scene going on before him, mostly that maybe he was no longer needed here but also that he couldn't turn away from it. How you naturally embraced one another, your soft hands not afraid to venture the contour of your bodies and touch in places that fed affectionate sounds between your joined mouths. And your breasts brushing together as well, embellishing your respective cleavage.

Simply watching you both, overcoming the anxious voice in his head that told him to avert from this obscene display, and he felt his cock spring to life in his fitted shorts snapping him out of his mesmerized stare.

Not yet pulling apart, you both look at Vegeta from the corner of your eyes and grin at the flush on his face almost up to his ears. His bulge was much more prominent and begging for attention he could not form with words. Giving your old friend another quick peck, you exchange wily eyes and pull from her as you both move in closer to Vegeta. You were nearest and the first to become locked in by his stare, lingering within kissing distance to let him decide his next move while Bulma's hands were busy with first fixing his loose bandages, then carefully stroking the muscles of his arm to his chest.

When your noses bumped you heard the soft shudder fall off his lips, continuing to hypnotize him with a little nuzzle. His hands were locked on the couch cushion while his mind fogged over with the heat rising in his body. Yet his voice still penetrated through his thoughts, teetering him to the edge of if it was okay to do, the right time to do it. The hesitation was killing you, so you quickly swiped your tongue across his lips, Vegeta finally tipping him over and sealing his mouth to yours. An abrupt and firm kiss that he quickly pulled away from, gave a tentative breath, and did it again. His large hand captured your face and an impulsive, clumsy tongue came inside your mouth making you pull away.

"Relax, Vegeta." You giggled at his eagerness. Easier said than done. You sought to calm his nerves, bringing a hand to his face as well. "Slow..." You planted a gentle kiss on his other cheek, trailing pecks back to his lips where you lead it this time. Tender, heated lips finding their rhythm making his heart go crazy beneath Bulma’s attentive hands. He felt his erection’s needy twitch but focused on your lips, wanting to do it right.

How easy it was to sink into this desire made him feel like he was giving up something, bringing back that nagging logic-seeking train of thought that he must clutch his prideful convictions and break away from this. But then Bulma’s caressive hand traced up his chest to his neck and ultimately grasped his jaw, turning him loose from you and devoured the last bits of his fragile will, crashing her own lips onto his. Satisfying her temptation and how it drove her crazy wanting to do that for so long. She had the added pleasure of feeling the Prince’s moan vibrate off her own lips. Vegeta was overcome by the demand in her grip and eagerness to fill the space between them, he couldn’t pretend that didn’t happen. Not when the heat in his face finally filled even the tips of his ears. It was embarrassing, but he wanted it. It made his chest feel better to let it out, the next moans more hot and gruff as he kissed her more confidently. 

You grin taking notice. "You have a thing or two to learn about us earth girls." You tittered in his ear. "And that is we like to have fun." Slipping from his side, you sank from your seat and Vegeta’s eyes moved to follow you as he felt his legs open, watching you maneuver in between on your knees. You couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the firm musculature of them, nice strong legs all the way up. Almost bigger than your hands. Hard to imagine them incapable of carrying him without your help. You stroke his thighs in appreciation for their rough beauty, further flattered by the fitted fabric of his shorts. When you brush near his inner thigh, you’re greeted by another twitch at the tent between his legs. Bulma takes notice of his staring and pulls from his lips to watch you as well. She has been admittedly curious about what it was like down there since she first got him out of that stinky armor and into a shower. She protected his modesty when bandaging him up before but now you both had one thing on your mind. However, Vegeta’s hooded stare seemed to be begging you to take that next step slowly.

Though it twitched further in his anticipation, he only fathom a disaster pending beyond his control if you touch him too quickly.

Your sudden grasp certainly did the opposite of what he wanted, first feeling out the shape of his cock behind the clingy fabric before inching the swollen head out of the lining. Already a phenomenal sight without being completely freed, both you and Bulma lock eyes with awe at it. A few soft rubs through his shorts and Vegeta’s legs twitched with a hasty, but restrained buck of his hips, ropes of thick cum pouring out his tip as he bit into his bottom lip. He buried his face into Bulma’s neck and without thought reached into his shorts to soothe his own cock, rubbing himself through his orgasm to the last drop. He found it more intense than when he occasionally relieved himself. A part of him cursed the devilry of you earth women and the beguiling nature that left him unmatched in this. 

But fuck, he really loved the way that felt after such a paced build up. A relief like never before, his mind emptied of their doubts with only an ache for more. 

It was then Bulma’s hand joined him under the fabric, looking with reverie as she took over stroking the heated flesh, loosening Vegeta’s slicked hand away. Already starting to soften from cumming, Vegeta lets her do as she pleases with the frissons of pleasure bringing it back to life. She expected nothing less of a saiyan’s recovery, even in his current state. As she picked up her pace, finding it start to stand on its own, you were the one to fully free his cock when you worked his shorts down his thighs, careful of the hidden bandages beneath his shorts.

Eventually, Bulma joins you on the floor with one of his legs between you. Vegeta sank back in the chair with her grip around him still pumping. Only now you were slowly lapping at his sensitive head with your tongue, lip puckering around and releasing with wet pops. Tasting his precum hanging on your tongue made you squeeze your legs together, urgently wanting some friction between them. You and Bulma then took turns sucking on the head of his cock, your hand and hers held together around him as you began to swap out filling your mouths with his size. You would both earn eager thrusts from Vegeta in response, pushing toward your throats until he came again. Your maw was the lucky one to catch the hot spill, the underside of his cock resting on your tongue as you and Bulma slowly pushed out every drop. She quickly grasps the back of your head and seizes your mouth with her own, both of your tongues coated with his cum and drinking down whatever fell towards your throats.

The sight of you both so ravenous for his seed rekindled inklings of Vegeta’s pride, shining through in a blissful smirk that he was one to stir you both into a frenzy. He rolled his hips forward where the head pressed against your mouths and your kisses turned to his thick cock. Still hard, your tongues left no part untouched. Such a vulgar form of worship he can get used to. 

“Ready?” You ask, looking up through your lashes at Vegeta as his smirk fades into a confused stare. Bulma lifts from the floor and slides out of her jumpsuit, leaving her in her cropped tank top and underwear. 

 “Oh, he’s ready alright.” She grins and carefully climbs onto Vegeta’s lap with her legs on either side of his hips. Vegeta’s brief moment of confidence soon vanished at her closeness in this new position.

You had his first kiss, she can have the first ride.

[milfygerard]

Not to tell you how to run your own blog but I loved the discussions full of nuance and would love to see them more often. But also on the other hand I know people who did that often enough that they ended up a target of hate too. Apologies for sending the super chaotic album analysis ask, I was running on fumes too, it was 5am and I hadn't gone to bed yet. The winter months come and I always have trouble waking up before the sun sets, and falling asleep before the sunrise.

Anyway I am not diagnosed with anything, never really could be with where I am, even more so as a woman (we don't even have ADHD meds, those with a diagnosis travel abroad just to buy them) but I have an inkling I might be ND because of many factors but mainly due to feeling like I'm an alien my entire life which no one seems to understand. I've thought about going abroad to get a diagnosis and then I read about what they were doing to ND people during covid and I went fuck that I'll stay wondering and alive. As for Taylor I think the biggest pointer for me was seeing her directing Me! and saying she needs to do less "dead face" or whatever she called it when looking at the footage. I went, oh I know that, it's the thing I also tell myself to do when surrounded by people. Later on I learned why that might be a thing I do lmaooo

the absolute dread i felt getting this anon notif like oh no...it begins

I appreciate the very valid concerns, ive seen how swifties can react to and treat blogs that post too much about subjects they don't like or see as valid. I also have mutuals ive seen get on the wrong end of swiftie harassment and it definitely seems overwhelming at the very least. I have a bit of luck/disguise on my end because ive kind of deduced that swifties seem to not care too much about me if they arent mutuals bc i am not technically a swiftie blog. She's definitely the special interest ive been talking about the most, but I don't post about her solely, I don't have her as my icon or in my url (girard <3) or mentioned anywhere that i'm a swift enjoyer except for me tagging her posts for mutuals who don't wanna see it. My actual posts that I write about her rarely get a Ton of notes and i make them pretty sparsely while also talking about and reblogging a ton of other random shit. I think this helps lessen the likeliness that I'll get someone who like...obsessively reads my blog to point out how stupid dumb and stupid my takes are and get attached to me in like a lolcow sense of trying to provoke me into arguing or entertaining them. If i do start getting some of that, I'll probably just turn off anon and asks for awhile and eventually theyll forget I exist or maybe even block me, imagine that <3

For the second part, I do encourage you to look into whatever neurodivergencies you think you may have even if a literal doctors diagnosis isnt a possibility! Part of the reason im pretty comfortable with tossing around words like autism is because I don't see professional diagnosis as a be all end all, nor do I think its bad to give yourself a "wrong" diagnosis while trying to understand yourself. Even if you don't end up identifying with autistm, I think being around autistic circles and learning about coping mechanisms and thought processes for other neurodivergencies can be so helpful for understanding yourself and your brain, and can bring really helpful. Like, I don't personally have DID or severe psychosis but talking to and reading write ups from mutuals has let me learn about them as like mundane mental health issues/NDs that anyone could have as well as issues i have had in the past with mild hallucinations or conceptions of personality. Most mental illnesses and NDs are treated very strangely and cruelly in general society and are considered aberrant or inherently bad or painful, but these are normal and often neutral (or positive! Which is often ignored or not considered) aspects of peoples lives.

If you are curious about self diagnosis, the most reliable and popular test online is the RAADS-R questionnaire which theres a great version of on embrace autism which i also definitely recommend scrolling through. They also have interesting articles, alternate tests and articles and tests for other neurodivergencies like OCD, which really opened my eyes to the likeliness that I've been suffering with undiagnosed OCD for pretty much my entire life. Theres also an autism forum if you want a broader spread of information and advice that might not be immediately accessible to you. I didnt touch on taylor much in this response (the dead face thing is extremely real, that and her talking about deciding to make the blood in anti hero purple glitter glue because she doesnt feel like a real normal human being in that directors on directors interview) but I do hope the other stuff is helpful and not too rambly <3 autism forever

[the-lark-ascending69]

in your opinion how do you think robin would act/get along with nancys family

I think that, before they know she's dating Nancy, she'd get along with Mike, Holly and Karen just fine. Karen is just happy Nancy was a girl friend, and Mike thinks Robin is pretty cool. Robin is also super nice to Holly and always plays with her. Nancy has seen her more than once trying to teach her spanish to "give her a bit of an upper leg when she has to see this in school", but Holly is more interested in her crayons. Ted doesn't like her, but no one cares about Ted so it's whatever. He just complains that they're bringing another mouth to feed. He also makes these comments about "his hard-earned salary going to charity" when he sees Robin wearing an old jacket her dad bought back in the 60s and hand-me-down pants and tshirts that have been inherited through multiple generations of cousins before landing in her hands. Robin doesn't appreciate her father-in-law (who doesn't know he's her father-in-law) saying that, like jeez Ted I'm sorry I'm poor, and I think she'd mention that to Karen, like "I guess I just didn't expect an attack over my socioeconomic status today" though Karen doesn't know what the phrase "socioeconomic status" means.

I think she would like to help Karen cook. My headcanon is that Robin is a pretty decent cook, and she likes being helpful, so she'd be there giving Karen a hand. Karen makes the mistake of asking about what she does in her free time, and now Robin is infodumping about her language tapes and her books in dictionaries and her old Operation Croissant plan from when she was 15. Karen is actually pretty impressed by not only Robin's intelligence, but also her curiosity and the fact she'd spend all her free time studying outside of school because she loves learning so much. She thinks she and Nancy will be good influences on each other. Robin makes a point not to mention she's learning russian through reading Anna Karenina (she's not going to let her trauma or the sociopolitical climate of the world take her passion away from her, but she doesn't think Karen would understand when the Wheeler Family TV is constantly blaring news about upcoming russian nukes).

She's always nice and polite to Ted, but in her mind it's kind of an inside joke with herself. She finds it funny when he replies to her saying "good evening Mr. Wheeler! :)" with "oh, it's you again". Mike tells her she doesn't have to greet him if she doesn't want to, but she does anyway.

She might join a D&D campaign once if Nancy makes puppy eyes to her, and Nancy would only join if Mike is being annoying about it enough that she'll do it to shut him up. Robin barely plays though, she's mostly acting as a sports commentator.

I don't remember if they mentioned it in the show, but I hc Mike is very into fantasy books like Lord of the Rings. He ends up getting Robin into it and then they have nerdy talks about it.

Generally Robin is always welcome in the Wheeler household, and she has sleepovers with Nancy every week. If Karen knew what they got up to when everyone was asleep, she probably wouldn't be allowed to come lol but one of the perks of being a lesbian is that, as long as people don't know, you're allowed certain liberties more couples could only ever dream of. For Nancy, falling asleep with Robin curled in her chest every week makes all the secrecy worth it.

I wouldn't be surprised if Mike discovered them pretty early on. Nancy wouldn't want to tell him because You Can't Trust Anyone, but one day he dramatically knocks down Nancy's door after hearing weird noises coming from her room. He feared it was a monster or a psychic attack or something, but instead he sees Nancy on top of Robin. There is some screaming and screeching and Mike running to his room ready to pour bleach into his eyes. When Karen goes out to check, Nancy tells her Mike saw a shadow and got spooked and screamed like a little girl. Nancy is fuming and goes to Mike's room to yell at him for never fucking knocking. There's some fighting and hair pulling and a few sibling slaps, but then they calm down and have an actual talk about it. She tells him that, yes, Robin is her girlfriend and he can never tell anyone. And that he really needs to knock on the door from now on. Mike is mildly disgusted that his sister would have sex in their house with everyone sleeping, but he's cool with her dating Robin. He promises to keep the secret.

Next morning when the two lovebirds go downstairs for breakfast, Robin is visibly nervous and awkward and Mike looks at her with his head tilted down and suspicion in his eyes as if he had x-ray vision and was analyzing whether or not she was secretly a robot with robot guns inside her arms. Or that's what her mind comes up with, at least. She tells Nancy she has the feeling her brother and his friends will be stalking her for a few weeks to determine whether or not she's worthy.

If Karen were to find out... that would be an entirely different story.

[julik0vatay]

New Beetlejuice teaser got me HYPED!!

Me: woohooo Lyds get his ass! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Also me: if they won't acknowledge their friendship I will cry

While I love cartoon's portrayal of Lydia and Beetlejuice characters there's less conflict between them, almost like they resolved most of their grievances with each other off-screen. But movieverse is a perfect setup for frenemies dynamic and I freaking love that trope! Let them bicker, let them fight, force them into reluctant alliance and I will be cheering and hollering the whole time >.> So much angst potential to explore on both sides of their conflict..

I don't even care if new movie is trashy, I'm just excited to see my faves again tbh

In fact I got so excited I ended up writing 1.5k words of them bickering <.<

And I am throwing it into the void to sandworms and closing the door

So… Hypothetical reunion talk, movieverse sequel speculations, ambiguous and complicated relationship, with nods to cartoon and scrapped script

Slight warning for strong language and alcohol mention, and half-hearted death threats i guess? But otherwise pretty chill

Comeback of the century

He is pacing and fuming, muttering to himself, when she enters the room. Air feels cold and full of static, making his hair stand up even higher than she remembers. She stops at the doorframe, taking in sight of him looking like angry puffed up cat. She hesitates to interrupt his monologue that was definitely not for her ears.

– … and it's not like I was expecting a warm welcome, but a grown-up kid? When did that happen?! I almost mistook her for Lydia herself!! With that black hair and attitude, I thought my eyes are playing tricks on me! Wouldn't be the first time…

He trails off, finally noticing company. He snarls in her direction but doesn't stop pacing and doesn't try to get closer.

Lydia clears her throat, searching for words that wouldn't set off an explosion. It's not like she has to advocate for herself living her life as she did. And yet…

– I was not expecting to actually see you in my life ever again. Dreading it? Yes, sure. At 20 waiting for it at every corner. At 30 it got old. At 40 this whole thing felt more like a fever dream. And now you're here.

– And now I'm here, babe! Deal with it! Why aren't you running yet?!

She looks away, uncomfortable. Why indeed.

– Playing cat and mouse with you? Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not a teen to run around anymore.

That out of all seems like wrong thing to say because next moment he's in front of her, irrirated grin and barely held back anger in his voice.

– So am I not worth your time and money, honey? Not even batting an eye for good-ol-me? I can turn this into a literal nightmare, would that be worthy of your attention?!

She looks at him, stubbornly not moving an inch, deciding how much to say. All options are wrong ones so she goes with honest, because how much she has to loose at this point? She lived her life well enough, and her kid is all grown-up and ready to leave the nest…

She takes a shaky breath bracing herself and looks danger right in the eyes.

– …You're my worst nightmare not because of what you did. I've been haunted by what-ifs my whole life… You're a mystery that slipped out of my hands. What if, what if… ...What if we could have been friends?

He visibly deflates under her searching gaze like someone dropped a bucket of cold water over his head. There's a conflicted look on his face for a moment but then it passes leaving behind resignation and defeat. (He fucked up. She was the one, the perfect chance for everything he wanted and HE FUCKED IT UP!!)

– Lyds…

He stills as if thinking it over before opening his arms. (He can work with fucked up. She's right here after all. Maybe its not too late to fix a rush job)

– How about a bit of death's embrace?

There's a faint surprise in her eyes. She considers the risk, her eyes tracing his hands, his posture, his face. He doesn't look threatening, just weary and rough. She reluctantly steps closer.

She's caged in his arms immediately and its the most familiar feeling in the world. Faint smell of decay and ozone, chill running down her spine, just like her dead-parents hugs. His embrace is firm and maybe a little bit desperate. She raises her hands and returns the hug, hiding face in his shoulder.

This is a tightest hug she had in a long while. This is the tightest hug he had in a lifetime deathtime.

A long moment passes before he breaks the silence:

– I could snap your pretty little neck right now and you wouldn't be able to stop me.

– Yes, you could, – she sniffs. – Would you? If you do make it quick.

She's shoved back, his eyes locking with hers. Then he raises hand and bonks their foreheads together never breaking eye contact.

– I was thinking about this. Don't tempt me, Lydia.

She lets out a snort.

– Of course you did. Beetle… – she's interrupted with finger over her lips.

– Shhh-sh-shh! Careful with the B-word, babe!

– I've been thinking about you for past 30 years.

That brings smile back on his face and he's back to looking manic instead of just dead.

– Way to stroke a guy's ego! But then why didn't you just call me??

– While dreading what you'd do to my family if I ever dared?? I bet you had some petty revenge planned for all of us, – She deadpans before muttering under her nose, – …Or if I called… and you didn't show up… And I don't know which is worse…

He's staring at her again. Then he's laughing quietly, then at full volume, his whole body shaking and electric like she just cracked funniest joke in his life death.

– ..Hahaha.. I honestly dunno what I expected, of course you of all people!.. Oh, I sure did plan a revenge, do you wanna hear the deets, Deetz?

She rolls her eyes, wary but amused.

– I'm trying to be vulnerable here but sure, hit me with what you've got.

– I was thinking a merry-go-round, you know, classic! Filled with worms. You know, URGH, sandworms!! Make you all taste your own medicine!!! That was awful by the way, you owe me for that one!

– Hmm. Sounds unpleasant. Not as exciting as I hoped from you.

– Oh now she's judging me, huh?? Try getting slimy feeling off your skin for a decade then we'll talk!

– I think I already went through that. You know, feeling haunted, with a mix of dread and regrets hanging over my shoulders. Does that mean we're even?

That makes him pause. Breaking eye contact his eyes search for something to focus on that isn't her face. The room is bare (but not exactly quiet, there's at least two more voices screaming at him that he's walking on eggshells, that he can't let her go, that he can't let her close, YOU KNOW HOW THAT WORKED OUT FOR YOU LAST TIME!!) except for ugly sofa that seen better days.

– Lemme think about it… Yeah, sure, alright, whatever, babes, water under the bridge! How about we start on a clean page instead? Just you and me, no interrupting family, some alcohol…

– Hold your horses, cowboy, I already feel insane just talking with you. I'm not adding alcohol to the mix.

– That's the best part, we're already mad! Your loss! Personally I wanna get wasted. And I'm not asking by the way but you're free to join me aaanytime!

With that he makes a 180 turn and beelines towards beaten sofa fishing a fancy-looking bottle out of thin air. Familiar looking bottle.

– Yeah, right. Wait, is this from my parents' stash?? Give it back!

He crashes on the sofa making it squeak under dead weight and flashes her a crooked smile full of teeth.

– Nooo way, doll, I think I deserve a vacation and a drink!

– Vacation?? Your last job was 30 years ago?!

– And I spend them in bureaucracy hell! Give me a break! You don't know what it's like!

– Actually I do.

That paints his face with genuine surprise like it's something he hasn't considered.

– Huh?

– Barbara and Adam.

– Hmmm? What did you dooo? :)

He leans forward, all smiles and all ears, like she's about to share latest gossip he missed out on.

– Found a loophole. Helped them move on.

– Ohohoo that's my girl! Do tell, do tell?

– There's not much to tell. They wanted a family. They raised me. And then I moved out. And then they moved on. But there was plenty of paperwork leading to that last part.

His smile falters but doesn't leave. Been there, seen that.

– Ah, boring happy ending for everyone but you, huh?

– Yeah, pretty much.

– …So do you want a drink or not?

– …Okay, fine.

That gets him excited all over again and he materializes a couple of glasses out of nowhere with fanfare like some sort of street magician. Both are filled with liquor (that was carefully saved for special occasions which happened never so now dead man is the one who gets to drink it all) and one is presented to her.

She accepts the drink but hesitates to try it. Looks back at her drinking partner, waiting.

– Right, we need a toast!

He rises his glass almost spilling its content over already sad looking sofa but catches it mid air last second. That makes Lydia laugh and she rises her own as well. Sound of her laughter makes him grin and he puffs out his chest for audience of one.

– For the living!

– And the dead.

– Cheers!

[ravenwitch45]

Imagine if Stella and Bayonetta met, and thanks to their personalities, they clash and this witch ends up on this demoness's shit list.

For the fun of it all, what words do you think are being spoken to each other here? What script would you write for them? (Well, apart from the whole 'Flock off, feather face'-schtick! 😖)

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And if you want to up the ante further, what do you think would be Stolas's thoughts if he were observing this all?

(I mean, 'bread and circuses', am I right?)

Oh lord Bayonetta would drag Stella for filth like nobodie's buisness, I know Stella is pretty vicious herself but Bayonetta is a whole different beast, like "Punch you into oblivion for endangering her girlfriend's soul" vicious, speaking of Alarune, I could easily see Stella reminding Bayonetta of her, entitled, bitchy, talks way more trash then she should. Now being a bitch ain't gonna make Bayonetta murderous, but oh some shade to be thrown around so let's do this.

(PS I'm very sorry this took so long XP)

I could see this happening with a random run in, Bayonetta's strutting about (In her Bayo 1 outfit cause I fully believe she brings up her old looks up at times) Checking out this quaint little piece of the Inferno she discovered recently, Stella's on a shopping trip she happened to drag Stolas on, cause it's not like she's gonna carry those bags herself and they happen to walk by another, Bayonetta barely noticing the dysfunctional pair aside from Stolas's owl like qualities, Bayonetta a bit fond of owls considering Jeanne's owl within but she struts along, not intending to start a conversation.

Stella on the other hand, takes note of Bayonetta's very provacative skintight outfit, and since she judges everyone she feels entitled to speak it, "I must say it looks like your trying to impress someone" Stella says looking back as Stolas sighs, Bayonetta stopping in her tracks before gracefully turning on her heel, narrowing her eyes at the hen "You know, I believe in wearing what I please, and I hardly care what you think, and why should I? In that outfit, I don't think you have the right to judge others fashion choices."The witch states matter of factly after looking over Stella's gaudy dress and tiara, getting a fuming glare from the demoness

Stolas silently steps back as Stella goes off into a rant about her status, and how disrespectful it is to treat her like that, pointing her finger accusingly at Bayonetta as she approaches her, who just sighs, pulling out Scarborough Fair and firing a precise shot to shut Stella up, the bullet whizzing past her face and leaving a hole in her feathery hair, Stella too stunned to respond as Bayonetta walks up to her, getting in her face and saying "Flock Off Feather Face" before turning around once more intending to leave it there.

That is until Stella grabs the nearest thing that's not nailed down and throws it at her, Bayonetta of course turning back and dodging it, fully glaring at the actual attack this bitch just tried, kicking away another projecttile, Stolas trying to tell Stella to stop but she of course doesn't listen, not like she ever does, again berating the witch for the disrespect walking back up to her and trying to slap her before getting her hand slapped away with Scarborough Fair, which actually hurts making her look at the very pissed off witch who just sighs once again as Stella clutches her arm "What's that phrase again? Oh Right. "Fuck around and Find out" I'd say you take that toheart, if you have one, cause you do not want to find out how I get when I'm actually angry~"Bayonetta states with a smugly threatening tone, looking the demoness eye to eye as the Umbran Sigil flashes overs her's, Madama's Butterfly's laughter echoing and only Stella hearing it as her eyes go wide as she steps back a little in surprise and a bit of genuine fear.

Stammering and attempting another rant before she get's tongue tied and with a huff Stella storms off "Your going to regret this slight! Come along Stolas!"Stella demands only for Stolas to cross his arms as he drops her bags "I don't think I will, cause frankly this has been the most enjoyable part of my day."Stolas admits with a glare, only making Stella bite back a frustrated scream as she grabs the bags off the floor, glaring back at the two as she finally leaves, Stolas sighing as she does.

"I must apoligize for Stella, she believes she has the right to insult anyone, trust me..."Stolas says tiredly, Bayonetta approaching him in a much friendly way "Not your fault your... sister is such a bitch?"The witch states with a tone and raised brow to make it clear she's guessing "Wife actually, not willingly mind you, far from it" Stolas admits awkwardly, "Oh, well then I hope your in the process of divorcing her"The witch says bluntly making Stolas chuckle "Trust me I am. I must say it was nice to see someone stand up to her, not many do"

"Well I do suppose I have a habit of putting some entitled people in their place, it's enjoyable at times at least"Bayonetta jokes, earning another chuckle "Prince Stolas by the way, it's an pleasure to meet you Miss...?"The prince greets offfering his hand "Bayonetta, or Cereza, I go by both, take your pick"The Witch says, shaking his hand "I'll go with Cereza, quite a lovely name" And over all it ends up a pleasant encounter for these two, Stolas inviting her over for tea some time when ever Stella is away.

Also little bonus I thought up, if Stella sends Striker after Bayonetta, she just sees his blessed weapons and nearly falls over laughing, like she's gone toe to toe with the cardinal virtues and won, she'll be pratically insulted someone thinks some enchanted trinkets could bring her down XP

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oh yeah italy is really into motorsport (f1 and motogp especially) even tho football is still the most followed sport. but yeah, imagine how i'm fuming after a bad race and i'm like "okay, time to relax" and i turn on the national and regional tv news just to see the blunter repeated again 💀 deadly if you ask me.

also yeah, i don't agree with what toto did last year, i think he was trying to bring down red bull and ferrari to uplift mercedes and ended up with a reliable car but not a fast one, destroyed ferrari and red bull was left untouched. also for ferrari's reliability: i'd say that if ferrari managed to put out a rocketship like red bull, reliability wouldn't be too much of a problem, bc you might have a bad race and then 5 good ones and even if you took a grid penalty you'd know you can still end up in the podium or win it (look at max in hungary and spa last year). so, i'm no engineer or mechanic or strategist, but i'd say that i'd sacrifice something to have a powerful engine that might fail me sometimes but i'd be safe to get back for the next race, you know?

also the sponsor thing isn't anything new. i'm not trying to put my tinfoil hat here, but santander is already known for their scandal back in 2008. ferrari had kimi raikkonen and felipe massa as drivers and kimi won the championship the previous year. one would think that ferrari would keep that in mind, but apaprently money is key, bc in 2008 ferrari gave kimi absurd strategies favoring massa or he had weird techanical problems. it was later found out that santander started "meddling" with ferrari bc they wanted ferrari to have a spanish driver and to favor him, so they would be a sponsor and bring them money. fast forward to 2009: alonso gets a contract for ferrari starting in 2010 and kimi announce his (first) retirement. but honestly, looking at how things went, was it worth it? ferrari favored alonso over massa, but he still didn't win a championship (not entirely blaming it on him bc a lot of times he didn't have good cars like in 2012 if i'm not wrong and in 2014; but also his blunter at abu dhabi 2010 when he got stuck behind petrov... yeah...). and then in 2014 alonso got tired of ferrari's shit and left making a lot of noise and what did ferrari do? signed kimi back again. so pardon me for not being at least a bit suspicious with what is happening rn (and what happened last year too: the strategies in monaco, silverstone and hungary still don't make sense to me AT ALL) and thinking that santander is trying to pull something again, whatever that is. and i don't think ferrari is sabotaging charles with changing stuff on his car or whatever; but i do think that somebody in there isn't being honest and the team isn't working as a team (i could talk for hours about sainz' race engineer and his dislike for charles...) and maybe santander expected sainz as a first driver when he got signed by binotto (which is clear he liked him way more than charles, let's be honest). personally sainz isn't first driver material for a lot of reasons, nothing against him personally, it's not like we're besties and we drink out afternoon coffee together lol but it's just what i've got starting from late 2021 to early 2022.

so yeah, after this huge rant again i guess i could still talk about ferrari's shit without getting tired lol

(I swear I didn’t mean to ignore this, my finals forced me to😭😭)

Omg deadly 100%. I would end up tv-less for sureee.

As for the reliability, you totally have a point but weren’t ferrari running their engines at a lower power for a big part of the season due to it just going poof🔥 when it’s turned up enough for the car to actually challenge redbull speed-wise? I think that’s what i kept reading, but i do agree that strategy was the main issue with reliability not helping. Honestly, it was a bit of everything wasn’t it?😭

I’m kinda scared to bring up the sabotage rumors on here cause i’ve seem a lot of my mutuals say that’s delusional and things of the sort. But I cannot lie and say that there hasn’t been moments where i just thought “they can’t be incompetent, something is fishy” because i just struggle to believe they would stay hired or even get hired in the first place if they were that bad. I mean we love to joke about Ferrari but c’mon it’s FERRARI. There might be moments where they make fools out of themselves but they’re the most prestigious and successful team in f1 even if they’re struggling to keep up that title right now. I don’t believe they hire just anyone they stumble upon and i also don’t believe you’d get hired in such a high position in motorsport if you don’t have enough qualifications for it.

So yeah, at some point, I think there’s more than “incompetency” going on. I must also say i’m rather new to f1, let alone its political side cause before i was just a casual fan and would tune in sometimes but after learning about Kimi and how he was treated by Ferrari literally after winning them a championship (and still is the last ferrari f1 champion), with santander also being potentially at the scene of the crime again, i was like huh🤔

There’s just too many mistakes for it to just be mistakes

Also totally no hate to carlos but horner literally said something along the lines of they didn’t hold onto him at redbull because his father wanted too big of a say in the team and that also has me thinking thoughts. Also end of last year and charles accidentally liking and unliking that tweet about carlos sainz sr. was a whole other moment

(also lowkey wanna hear about carlos’ engineer and Charles’ but I don’t wanna get attacked so idk idk😭😂)