#I can’t tell if he’s hitting on me or implying that he’s actually killed people and either way I’m into it

[screamforyani]

cariño

warnings ↠ dubcon-ish?, enemies with benefits, handjob, edging, implied intercouse towards the end

a/n ↠ i know this is very out of the blue but i watched atsv and i cant get miguel out of my head

wc. 1.1k

“untie me,” hissed miguel, fangs jutting as his blood-thirsty eyes followed you. 

you let out a hollow laugh the second those words escaped his mouth and met his penetrating stare. to say you and and miguel were enemies would be an understatement. there was something about this guy that irked you in the worst way, but could also turn you on like no other.

the feeling was mutual. you’d never admit a word of this if it wasn’t - not even to yourself. you and miguel had a weird thing going on, the sort of thing where the line between hate and lust grew thinner with each dark, loathing stare he shot you. 

maybe you’d had his cock in you a couple of times. twelve, to be exact, though not that you were counting (because you totally weren’t). not your proudest moments, but the sight of him on his knees, tangled in a weaving of webs made you forget it. his muscles bulged with every endeavor to free himself from your little trick. which was hilarious, because if they were any tighter, they’d burst right through his spandex. 

not that you were complaining. 

“hm, let me think about it,” you hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “no.”

“i said - untie me. now,” miguel roared, as if it would make any difference. 

you crouched before him, pouting. “what’s the matter, spider-man? can’t handle other people telling you no? you don’t get to be the boss of everyone, cariño.”

you waved your finger in his face, to which miguel responded to with a lean forward as if he were going to bite your wrist off, but you were too quick. 

“woah there, bitey,” you taunted. “get it? that rhymes with spidey. hilarious, don’t you think?”

miguel spat, “you annoy me.”

“it’s a pleasure,” you said, merely grinning. then, you pointed to the extended talon behind his back where his hands were tied, asking, “can i borrow that? thanks.”

you used his talons to poke a hole in the lower half of his suit, promptly tearing at the spandex until the hole expanded. miguel wasn’t exactly pleased, not yet anyways, barking, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“more than you deserve,” you whispered, widening the gap until his half-hard cock was freed. that you inevitably already saw. for obvious reasons, it was difficult for spider-men to conceal their hard-ons. “you guys freeball under these suits? that’s crazy. i mean, not that you’re gonna catch a hard-on fighting the spot, but you never know. i mean, what if some really sexy villain just hits… the spot. get it? the-”

“the spot. yes, i get the joke. shut the hell up,” miguel grumbled, irritated.

you giggled. his annoyed face was too hot. of course, you were riling him up on purpose.

licking a line down your palm, you gently grabbed his cock, stroking him in your hands while looking him in his angry eyes. you saw his features tense, the part that didn’t want to be angry surfacing. the part that wanted to be relieved.

that was all that was wrong with this cranky guy. he just needed some relief in his life, and who better to provide it to him than you, the spider-person he never wanted on this team in the first place but took in because jess had insisted you could be useful. and you were, in more ways than one. not that miguel would ever admit that, though.

“fuck,” miguel grunted, writhing again, though not in an attempt to escape. you knew how to pleasure him and that was your saving grace, but you also knew how to tease. “could you be any slower with that?”

“i could, actually. watch this,” you retorted, now pumping him in no particular hurry. you had time to waste.

your leisure movements were killing miguel slowly. literally. he groaned, “well, could you go any faster?”

“i could,” you repeated with a lilt. “but you’d have to say the magic word.”

“go faster!”

you gave him a mocking frown. “i don’t think that’s it, o’hara.”

“do i have to?”

“do you want to cum?”

miguel winced his eyes closed, heaved a huge sigh, and huffed, “please, go faster.”

“wow, you hit the lottery,” you said, quickening your pace. you loved watching his brows furrow with pleasure, sweat beading at his face.

miguel bit his lip, wanting to be mad at how you satisfied him. it reminded you of when he was buried balls deep inside of you, his weight resting on top of your chest while his teeth clamped into your shoulder, not for the purpose of extracting blood but to smother the sounds of pleasure that escaped him when your cunt was squeezing his dick. almost like he would rather die than let you know you were good for something.

it didn’t matter, though. the telltale signs of arousal manifested themselves in plentiful ways from his body, like the taut ache in his pants when you turned him on a little too much. he got so hard for you, it was ridiculous.

and you were having a ball (you were tempted to make a joke, but resisted for his mental sake). there was something about having an insanely large, strong man who could potentially crush you to smithereens squirming at your mercy. it made warmth spread through your chest and the slyest grin curl onto your lips.

miguel’s hips were thrusting into your palm, an obvious sign that he was on the brink of climax. you’d come to know it by now - he started to lost control, the reins slipping out his hands. and you loved it. you loved how he was a slave to his urges and not the other way around.

“you almost there?” you asked, in spite of being fully aware. 

miguel offered you no words, but the look on his face and his unstill, restless body said enough.

that was when you got the bold idea to withdraw your hand at the very last second, depriving him of what could have been. his wrath was instant. you saw his hips flail in a desperation you’d never seen of him before, his fluttering eyes snapping open to cut at you.

“oopsies,” you sang, smiling innocently.

that was the very last straw for miguel and he broke out of your restraints, having enough of playing weak. you gasped, caught off-guard when he switched on a dime, throwing you against the ground and hovering over you. you parted your lips to speak, but he was quick to shoot a web over your mouth. 

“you talk too much,” miguel growled, cutting your own spandex with his talons, and was pleased to find you were very wet. he fixed himself between your thighs, leaning into your ear to whisper, “and for the record, nobody decides if i cum, cariño.”

[dearabby1990]

Twd Daryl Dixon- In a world of our own Chapter 1: Scavenging

Your POV: Before the fall you lived in Virginia helping your family run the pizzeria your grandfather owned. The day it all went to shit you were on your way to go pick up supplies for the days batch of dough when you heard screaming from the other side of the grocery store seeing a man take a huge bite out of the woman in the produce section was something that made your blood run cold. Fight or flight kicking into your system you bolted for your car leaving everything behind to goto your family. Upon pulling up the the shop it was completely overran by what at the time you thought were insane cannibals of some sort. That was until you saw your Nonna come up to the car looking like something out of a horror film as she tried to reach in and take a bite out of your arm your scream slamming your foot on the gas. You drove until you almost ran out of gas helping yourself at an abandoned gas station a few towns over. Ever since then you’ve kept moving never staying in one spot too long as you never felt safe because it’s just you. With your dads shotgun & a handmade weapon you made out of a baseball bat & some saw blades & scavenging a nice knife set. Your car has held up pretty well taking parts & stealing gas from abandoned vehicles & shops that was until you were digging for supplies one day & a board broke its was through the store you were in running to your car you see it’s fully surrounded leaving you no option but to abandon it. That leads you to now you’re making your way through the woods it’s dark out & you’re looking for somewhere to hole up for the night. You hear something a bit away not the groaning of the dead but what sounds like actual people. Being weary you quietly make your way closer to inspecting what’s going on. You’re hit with the site of men beating on one man a kid being pinned by a fat man and an other man holding someone at gun point. What really got you to jump into action was watching how the fat man started to unbuckle his belt above the boy you spring from behind a tree swinging your bat straight into his head dropping him straight to the ground without anyone noticing telling the boy to stay quiet you creep up behind the man with the gun & stab him right through his temple the man on his knees in complete shock & that’s when you kick the gun towards the man on the ground & you both go after the small group stomping on what looks to be one person. After they’re all down you go over to the boy “hey kid are you okay?” He shakes his head teary eyed “thank you for saving us” “don’t sweat it I’d hope someone do the same for me sometimes the people in this world are worse then the draggers” the two men come over to you one extends his hand “the name is Rick Grimes thank you for helping my son & me & my brother” “no problem really… but it is pretty dark y’all be safe I can’t stick around waiting for draggers to come piling out from somewhere” Rick gave you a confused stare “Draggers??.” “Yeah them dead bastards eating each other??” He nods while the man behind him fiddles with his crossbow “well we have a community you don’t have to be alone if you don’t wanna be.. this is my son Carl & my brother Daryl but before I tell you anymore I have to ask you three questions” you stare at him eyes wide like an owl “community? How in a world like this?? & okay shoot cowboy” “how many walkers have you killed?” “Y’all count them bastards I don’t know a lot been on my own this whole time” “okay… how many people have you killed?” “Three besides these assholes” “why?” You stared at your feet before looking back up at them “because they tried to do something terrible to me & if I didn’t kill them they were definitely gonna kill me when they were finished” Rick didn’t need to hear another word after that he knew what you were implying. Those men were going to assault you & leave you for dead & the fact that you lasted this long alone had all three males shocked. “Okay we’ll you can come with us we’ll find somewhere safe for the night & head back to Alexandria by morning”.

Walking for what feels like about an hour as the four of you stumble across a cabin covered in overgrowth. You’re the first to tap the butt of your knife against a windowpane looking back at the three males & giving them the go ahead that it’s clear as Rick & Daryl head inside to check the rooms & you & Carl start checking for anything you all could use for the night finding a nice haul of food & medicine & then upon prying an odd door open you realize it’s an pantry completely full seeing a few bags of Doritos you smile grabbing one of them & turning to Carl “hey kid” he looks up at you & sees what you have & you watch his face light up & toss them to him “have at or & come check this out” he rips open the bag & starts to make his way over “Woah look at all this stuff we could definitely use a lot of this stuff for back home everybody will be excited to see more food” you rest a hand on his shoulder “don’t worry I know a spot with a crap ton of food & supplies I just need a vehicle I lost my nonno’s car awhile back hoard of draggers swarmed it I had no choice but to leave it” “Nonno?” You laugh “yeah it’s Italian for grandfather my grandparents were more my parents I lost my mom when I was young & my dad isn’t the best person to be around he wasn’t very nice to me so that’s why I was raised by them… you’re lucky you know?.. even in a world like this to have a dad as wonderful as yours he’s already done more for me in less then a day then my father has my entire life” little did you know Daryl was silently listening to you & Carl talking he thought you were just some typical woman but now he’s starting to see you aren’t much different from each other. Rick is busy starting a fire & you and Carl are in the kitchen you found some canned potatoes & a few cans of spam digging in your bag to pull out one of the jelly burners you have & finding a frying pan in one of the cabinets “hey Jamie what’s that thing your lighting?” Carl looks down at you confused “oh it’s a jelly burner before the fall people used these for like holiday dinners or banquet halls use them to keep food hot but they burn hot enough to cook on plus they can burn for up to 6 hours so you can always snuff it out & save it for another time” he crouched down beside you watching everything you did & sees some braided materials hanging from your bag “these are cool what are they?” You pick one off & hand it to him “keychains I made with glass noodles if you want I can teach you I was also in the scouts can show you knots & other things we took archery & shooting lessons & had wilderness survival training I think it’s why I was okay this long alone I just don’t like being completely isolated from people tends to take a toll on ya but I can teach you how to spear fish & hunt as long as it’s okay with your dad?” You say loud enough for Rick to hear which he smiles & nods in return “wow you’re probably one of the coolest girls I know besides michonne” you look at him with furrowed brows “michonne?” He smiles endearingly “yeah she’s… she’s my step mom i guess you could say I lost my mom too after she had my sister & then dad met michonne & now we’re a little family well our whole little group is family & now you are too” you smile at him eyes watering you don’t want them to see you break so you make an excuse to collect yourself checking out one of the bedrooms as the food cooks finding some cigarettes & a bottle of whiskey you toss into your bag you look at yourself noticing that your clothes are worse for wear your covered in dirt and blood & whatever else Mother Nature threw your way so you decide to at least change your shirt & pants. Pulling out your last pair of jeans & a black button down with your brown combat boots just as you’re grabbing your shirt Daryl enters to let you know he’s got & skinned a rabbit to go with dinner but his words die in his throat as he sees the marks that littler your body some look like scars others like burns you notice him standing there & gasp quickly covering the rest of yourself & he quick shuts the door.

Coming out of the room you try not to look anyone in the eyes out of embarrassment what if he told them what he saw? You finish cooking & set the table with what dishes you could find all sitting down silently eating you finish up going to your room to grab the whiskey you found earlier & grabbed coffee mugs filling them & handing Rick & Daryl one lifting your glass “to living to fight another day & to falling in shit to come up smelling like roses” Rick chuckled “here here” you all toss your drinks back & pour seconds. Digging into your pockets digging out your cigarettes & zippo making your way to the door before Daryl gets your attention “hey..” you look over your shoulder at him “hmm?” He stands up slowly making his way to you “uh you got a nother one of those?” You smile nodding & gesturing towards the door. He follows you out & you light yours passing him one & offering to light it for him just as you spark the lighter & he takes a drag you see just how blue his eyes are almost getting lost in them before quickly looking away trying not to be to obvious of your staring. “Thanks” “no problem here take this pack I have another anyway” he grunts as a thank you shifting his feet to lean against the wall outside you plop down in the grass looking up at the stars it’s one of the things that helps center you because no matter how shitty the world may be the sky stays just as beautiful as it ever did feeling envious of how brightly they shined wishing it was possible to dance amongst them. Knowing everyone you love is already up there hopefully peacefully waiting. Daryl taking in your form studying your face even covered in dirt and blood he can tell your beautiful even if you don’t feel like you are. Your scars being your biggest insecurity & that you’re not thin like the models you used to stare at in the magazines you’d see in stores before the earth fell to pieces. You both make your way back inside Daryl taking the couch Rick & Carl in the bedroom with bunk beds & you taking the spare room “you know you don’t have to sleep on that lumpy ass couch there’s plenty of room in there & I promise I don’t bite” he scoffs “nah it’s alrigh’ I’m good right here used to being in cramped space’s anyway from huntin” kicking off his boots to lay down and rest his hands across his chest not seeing the look of rejection & hurt on your face. Who were you kidding he’s gorgeous & well you’re just you. Not having the heart to say another word in fear of crying in front of him you bite your bottom lip turning away from him just as he goes to look at you to see why you’re so silent all of a sudden you walk straight back to the room not even turning to shut the door but simply using the back of your boot to push it shut not wanting anyone to see you. You’ve always had way too much pride to ever let anyone know they’ve upset you or hurt your feelings. Something you had to teach yourself due to your abusive father wanting reactions out of you after physically or emotionally ripping you apart. You sink sitting on the bed kicking your shoes off grabbing one of the pillows & sleeping curled up silent tears leaving clean streaks down your dirt covered face. Daryl lays on the couch wondering why you’d ask him to lay down in the same bed as you. No woman has ever asked him that before & he had it drilled into him by his father & merl that nobody would ever want him in any sense especially romantically. He thinks maybe you feel sorry for him & he sure hates pity from anyone. Why would you want him to sleep next to you he was a trailer park redneck. Little did he know you really did fancy him. You thought he was beautiful, broken but beautifully broken in a way that made your heart race the second you saw his face & got a good look into his eyes.

THE NEXT MORNING. You’re woken up by the sound of a soft knock on the door. “Yeah?” You hear feet shuffle “are you decent?” You head Carl ask you giggle “yeah come on in” with that he opens the door & comes & sits next to you on the bed as you shuffle getting your boots on he takes in the clean streaks that have dried on your face analyzing you "heyy.. were you... Crying?" You shug "I'm okay" he hums & then answers "I know we just met & everything but I'm here if you ever wanna talk I'm a great listener" you give him a half smile "thanks Carl" fixing his hat for him "I'll go get a damp rag so you can wash up I can tell you don't wanna talk about it right now so best clean up the evidence" he gets up & leaves the room as you look into the dusty mirror to see that you can indeed tell youve been upset. You sigh waiting patiently Carl comes back & you stick out your hand to which he swats away making you flinch a bit "please let me it's the least I can do for saving us" you roll your eyes & nod letting him gently rest a finger under your chin starting to wipe your cheeks clean. "there good as new" you smile at him "thanks bud i appreciate your kindness you definitely take after your dad i can tell" he chuckles & waives you to follow him "time to head out we need some more supplies from somewhere before heading home" you both grab your bags & head out. You don't even spare Daryl a glance looking at your feet as you step outside not saying a single word "she alright?" Asks Rick "she will be" Carl nods & smiles heading outside Daryl in a world of his own not even paying attention to your deflated frame at least not until you all start walking "Rick?" "Yeah?" "I know a place with a lot you could use it's about three miles east though" he looks at both men "how much stuff we talking about here?" You turn looking only at him "enough to last well through the winter if your community is as big as i think it is" ricks face lights up "well lead the way". Walking you stick tight next to Carl & Rick & Daryl not too far behind. "Now I'm not too sure if the truck is still at this place but if by chance it is & nobody has stolen it's gas should be a full tank in there just haven't had the heart to go back there until now hopefully with you guys I can do this & we can help each other" Rick walks faster catching up with you "so you've been here many times?" You smile at the memory of once was "it's my grandparents restaurant... The restaurant itself probably has nothing that's not spoiled by now but we're not getting supplies from that area anyway..my nonno he has a shelter he built after 9/11 he got really paranoid about being attacked as a whole so he built a bomb shelter has a lot we could use we filled it with stuff weekly for years I just have to make a pit stop upstairs in the apartment I have some personal things I want to grab before we head out" Rick seems pleased at your information meanwhile Daryl & Carl are a little behind you both chatting amongst each other "so wha' was goin' on earlier she really alrigh'?" Carl sighs "not too sure she didn't want to talk about it but she was definitely upset about something had dried tear stains on her face I felt bad figured maybe she's scared or something" "nah people like her don't scare easy there no way missin family maybe but scared I can't see it". Watching the sun hit high noon you finally see your destination your heart heavy at the last time you were here. Remembering the way it all went down Carl's voice pulls you out of your thoughts "y/n's Italiano bistro? They named it after you?" You smile with pride being the only grandchild had loads of perks being your grandparents world being one of them just as they were yours. You take them around the back to the storm cellar opening the padlock & leading them inside

Walking them to the back you’re met with a bookshelf you start pushing out of the way with carls help revealing a door made of ship steel you put the pin in the door & reveal a large room filled with everything one could possibly need or want “Rick there’s old milk crates up front to use to load things im going upstairs for a few things” “Daryl why don’t you go with her” slinging his crossbow over his shoulder he follows behind you as you head to the stairs the lead to the apartment once shared with your grandparents. Opening the door you see everything is just as it was the day you left. Like a mini time capsule of everything beautiful in your life now gone frozen in time. Daryl looks at the family photos on the wall one in particular catching his attention causing him to chuckle “this you?” Turning to see is a photo of 10 year old you covered head to toe in mud with your best friend Charlene “yup first successful hunting trip without help from nonno he was proud but most definitely mad he only got a rabbit & I hit me a 200 pound buck” you head to your old room grabbing your spear & found nonno’s 357 huckleberry rifle putting it on the kitchen counter before pulling out the last 2 bottles of makers mark & a cigar box stuffing it in your bag & snagged a few photos too “ready?” He grunts & leads the way back downstairs. You twirl the truck keys on your finger before tossing them to Rick “you drive I’ll start loading up” grabbing crates you scurry outside the feeling of Daryl’s eyes burning into you making you more embarrassed about last night. They all come with the rest of the stuff & you jump into the back “only three seats up there I’m used to sitting back here no biggie” you see the confusion on their faces but plop down before anyone can protest “you sure I can sit back there y/n?” Carl offers “yeah I’m sure I’ll be alright” you pull the doors shut sittings with your thoughts wondering what the future will hold & if Alexandria is the place for you. The ride stretches for what feels to be hours as you prop yourself & drift off to sleep At the rocking of the truck on the dirt roads. Maybe this place will be good for you god only knows.

[k0setsuch1e]

Another old fic!!

Tw: D3ath/killing. Gun, blade, cussing, mocking, screaming, implied death of a loved one. Probs more!

Ft. @looksatyouwithmybiggreeneyes & @xxxihatethelaw123xxx, jouno

Probably ooc Jouno

“Why am I even here?” Jouno huffed trailing behind Kosetsu.

Kosetsu stopped, twisting his head around to look at the fellow hunting dog. “You’re useful plus I need your hearing.”

Jouno click his tongue at that response, unsatisfactory answer blank assumed. He tilted his hat down, watching the former and current Port mafia members chat. He knew that their spot wasn’t even hidden, but he didn’t care. He would kill them both if it came to it. Jouno elbowed him in the arm, knocking him out of his blood lust. He walked along the roof of the buildings matching the port mafia executive pace. Jouno shoved his hands in his pocket, the corner of his eye twitching.

“they know we’re here stupid.”

“I know.” Kosetsu breathed in smoothly, resting his hand on the hilt of his katana.

Chaos turned back with cold eyes as they reached an alleyway, they were obviously aware they were being tracked. Jouno headed towards the edge of the building, but Kosetsu held out his arm with a nod at him. Jouno stepped back from the ledge, his brows furrowing.

“Tell me.” he whispered before running to the edge on light feet and jumping down.

Using his wings to soften the impact, he landed in front of them. He took out his sword the eye on the hilt being covered with a plum blossom. He twirl the sword neatly between his fingers before struck it to chaos’s chest.

“Aha! Woah okay!” Chaos’s hand was inching towards their pocket, “you’ve grown, haven’t you?”

They quickly pulled out a gun, but it was too late. The second it was in his line of sight. It flew to the ground with a CLANG. they were taken aback, their already suspicious smile faltering. The lit up gun as he held out his right hand with a snap, the gun hit against his palm.

“Gun or katana.”

They blinked slowly, lifting their hands

“I’ll ask you again

Gun

Or

Katana.” he pressed the tip of the glimmering sword to their chest.

Chaos giggled before it bubbled into manic laughter, “my own mentee is gonna kill me! How funny is that! I’m the one who taught you!”

Kosetsu’s jaw clamped, twisting the weapon in his left hand to where the hilt of the katana shoved into their chest. They hit the ground hard as Kosetsu’s foot nail down on their chest with such force it would break a child’s ribs. Even though his beloved katana was slicing through the delicate skin on his palm, he didn’t wait a moment more to spin it around the tip inches away from chaos’s neck.

“don’t ever call me that again!”

Their unhinged laughter didn’t stop, Kosetsu stomped down harder. They spout out some blood, wiping up their mouth with their sleeve. Their eyes darken slightly, but a cruel smirk still remained. He wanted to wipe that look off their face.

He wanted them to suffer

“Oh, please! Don’t give me that face.” Chaos hummed in that damned teasing tone.

“the mafia will always be in your blood! C’mon, kill me! Fight! Fight!” They grabbed onto his boot, pushing it down. “I know you want to! Get your hands dirty! The government isn’t any better you murderer!”

He heard distant cries of ‘SHUT UP’ but he didn’t realize yet that was coming from. He slashed their cheek with his katana, swinging the sword around and stabbing their hand onto the floor. They let out an agonizing scream as blood started to pool around them. Yeah that’s right. Your stupid little partner can’t take away this pain can they? He twisted the katana deeper into their palm.

Gaining control of his words again he gave them a scrutinizing look as their blood was making their hair stick to their face.

“Die already..”

“Oooh!! You do listen to me! Hurry! Kill me before people see you before they see what the government actually does to people they don’t like! See! Look! The face of law; malice!” That insane, cold, calculating laughter. He wanted it to stop. This evil person doesn’t deserve mercy.

He couldn’t endure this bloodlust nagging at him. He lifted the gun, his finger resting on the trigger before he pulled back.

BANG.

Bloodshot up at his face, his boots stained as he released his foot. He knew they weren’t dead yet. they’d be alive for about another five minutes, but he knew that would be nearly impossible.

And wow. The light fading from their eyes, their smirk disappearing, it felt good.

Justice. Was this justice?

He threw the gun beside them as the sound of someone running was distantly heard. Using the gravity manipulation ability he borrowed, he jumped up, landing on the roof.

“My clothes are dirty. Let’s go back to base.” Kosetsu sighed Wiping the traces of blood off of his face, staring at his fingers now. His palm was bleeding profusely, he definitely needed to get that taken care of.

“What about that one?” Jouno Snapped his fingers at Hunter; the one now sitting by chaos‘s body, begging them to stay awake for them.

“Another time I’ll get justice. I promise.”

Jouno nodded beginning to walk forward, but Kosetsu just continued to stare at Hunter. His voice barely a whisper,

“I promise…”

[rainbow-femme]

So obviously I love just how much LGBTQ+ media exists now, and how much media has LGBTQ+ characters in it, but something Gen Z and later generations will never experience is being so desperate for anything that you end up finding the weirdest gay indie movies imaginable, watching them once at 2 am and then never seeing them again, and being haunted by the half remembered plots because you cannot for the life of you track them down again

So I would like to give you that experience vicariously through two of the ones I watched over a decade ago. If you recognize these please let me know I would love to track them down

The first was about this French gay dude in America who was marrying a lesbian friend to get a green card, and his boyfriend is like

“Hey babe my sibling is coming to town and going to stay with us.”

And the French guy goes “That seems like a bad idea, on account of you telling me that every time they come into town they become super toxic and make you the worst version of yourself and ruin your life.”

And the boyfriend is like “Ok but what are the odds that would happen again.”

The sibling I’m going to use they/them for because in an example of wonderful handling of trans characters, this person continually changes their mind about their gender, which is fine, except they keep managing to get full sex change surgeries every time it happens which is absolutely wild to me because it’s implied they have fully transitioned multiple times. They come into town having had a full MTF transition to the point of both top and bottom surgery and hormones but they’ve decided they’re a man again so they want a place to crash while they have a full FTM transition and I feel like I vividly remember them saying something about finding a doctor who can make them a pair of testicles. Like, specifically testicles was what they brought up, no other bits, this doctor apparently only made and attached artificial testicles and this character decided to start there

So naturally they start isolating the boyfriend from everyone by convincing him that everyone is out to get him and his French boyfriend sucks and is holding him back to the point that the boyfriend I’m pretty sure starts physically abusing the French guy along with other emotional abuse

And the story culminates in the two of them tipping off immigration about the green card marriage and literally get this dude deported, like he is handcuffed and put into a car and taken away, and also probably screwing over the lesbian friend who had agreed to marry him after the boyfriend had asked her to do it to help them

And as the car is driving away the boyfriend looks at the sibling and gives a “Nuh uh, I’m done with you” head shake and starts chasing after the car the French dude is in only to be hit by a different car and presumably killed

And that’s it, that’s the movie

The second is probably my favorite half remembered middle of the night gay movie

It’s about two lesbian friends who seem to be trying out dating each other to see if the relationship would work, and they end up meeting a group of BDSM lesbians who go “Uh, didn’t anyone tell you that lesbians don’t do monogamy anymore? We’re all polyamorous and have BDSM subculture personalities that we live in 24/7, that’s the only way to be a lesbian”

(Side note I don’t think this movie is actually bad about BDSM or polyamory stuff, it’s more about how people just coming out can easily get sucked into doing what they think they should and end up unhappy and over their heads in order to fit what a “real [X] person” looks or acts like. The characters who legitimately enjoy the lifestyle seem to be written in a good way based off my 10+ year old memory of my single viewing)

So the two lesbians decide that one is going to full time be a Daddy personality and the other will be a Little Girl personality, and they can sleep with whoever they want except the Daddy one can’t sleep with a different Little Girl or vice versa because that’s cheating

And this movie was so good because these two had 100% no knowledge of what they were actually supposed to do in BDSM situations and just kept acting like they did and the people in the scenes were like “… Ok, I guess I’ll trust you’re going somewhere with this?” and they never were, they were always just stalling for time

The best example is when the Little Girl one met a butch sub who was a Little Boy, I guess, and she wanted to do a three way with the Little Boy and the Daddy, and again they take things pretty literally so in the scene they’re like “ok you’re my dad and this is my son so that means you’re his grandpa.” And the Daddy one again has no idea what to do when genuinely faced with an experienced sub so she goes “Um, let’s make him sit in a box?” so they get a comically small box and make the sub squat down in it but again they have no idea what to do next and it culminates in the Little Girl saying she’s being drawn between the Daddy one she had been into before all of this and the Little Boy one she just met which pisses off the Daddy one so she leaves, fully confusing the Little Boy sub who thought that was all part of the scene

And then the Daddy one decides if the other is gonna have a new person she will too and she finds a super experienced femme domme and tries to flirt by pretending to be a dog and bringing her something in her mouth and the femme domme is just like “Ok A. I know you’re not actually into this so I’m not going to do anything to you because you wouldn’t like it, but also B. Even if you were I am so far above your experience level you would not be able to take it. So WTF is your problem cut it out.”

And there’s like a BDSM spin the bottle where you kiss or smack or lick the boot of whoever you land on and the Daddy one kisses a different Little Girl which pisses of the original Little Girl so she storms off so the Daddy One fully sleeps with the second one, and then gets in a fight with the original one over how one cheated because she got with the same archetype as the other but the other also cheated because she actually got feelings for someone else

And somehow they resolve everything and the story ends with them turning this into a performance art piece. You don’t see the actual performance art, probably because the writers wanted them to get wild applause but couldn’t think of a performance art piece based on this that would actually earn wild applause so you just see them being applauded while wearing a bunch of ties and jackets and scarves and stuff to I guess symbolize them trying to be things they weren’t

And then you see the butch sub getting whipped or spanked or something by the femme domme to show that everyone got their happily ever after

Heartstopper is great and all but they just don’t make ‘em like that anymore

[housewarningparty]

Also: it was lost on me as a teen viewer why Faith goes back at the end of 4x16. I kind of got it but it genuinely hit me in this recent rewatch like

FAITH wants to run, but she knows Buffy wouldn’t and so she has to go back because she’s BUFFY now and Buffy is better than Faith. Buffy is a good person. Buffy would never leave it as someone else’s problem. Faith refuses to run because she’s In Buffy and she refuses to make Buffy as bad & disgusting as her!! I’m blowing myself up!!

She goes into full on panic when Riley is trying to be like actual-intimate, not quickie intimate. And like part of that is ABSOLUTELY her trauma & the fact that people have been “kind” to her so often to take advantage of her. But she’s also freaking out because this guy is trying to take advantage of BUFFY. Faith is used to sleazeballs saying & doing whatever to get to her & she tells herself she’s fine with it. But like having to be on the receiving end of genuine intimacy & kindness (especially from someone she doesn’t know how to say the right thing for, ie telling Joyce she’ll visit & Willow she’ll protect her)?

Like her instinct is already to be nasty and keep people at bay ie Tara, but someone trying to make HER be vulnerable & melting down and then in turn freaking out bc this guy MUST be taking advantage of Buffy?

Bri she loves her so much. Bri I’m crying. Bri she goes to such ridiculous lengths in her Crazy Girl Arc in Sunnydale. on some level it’s because she needs Buffy to hate her as much as she hates herself. But there is no way her LA Sequel moment is not in some way influenced by feeling Buffy’s residual emotions when they swap back & going “oh yeah wow I’m literally so bad, I can’t be fixed I need to die” and then goes of the handle AGAIN and tries the same tactic on Angel who recognizes it immediately.z

I’m rambling but ugh oh my god. I need a minute. I can’t take this. I can’t take Faith doing the absolute most to try and push everyone away & make them hate her even more as herself! And then doing the inverse as Buffy both because Faith doesn’t want to feel alone AND because she doesn’t want to ruin Buffy the way she ruined herself?

Evil. Evil!

Yeah it's definitely really tragic and deeply interesting that faith's view of herself by that point is that she's SO fundamentally Bad that she needs the pretense of being someone else (and BUFFY specifically) to do good.

There's lots of good meta out there about faith's implied sexual trauma and how that intersects with her violation of riley. I think that definitely one of the most fucked up and sad parts of it is how it's literally riley saying he loves buffy that makes faith freak out. "who are you? what do you want with her?" the stutter in faith's voice, the breathlessness. it's sheer terror. and it's horrible. and it ends with faith, in buffy's body, beating her own face bloody, in tears, "you're digusting," she screams at her own face. "you're nothing."

and promptly runs off to LA to try to get herself killed.

god, the whole arc is just brutal and devastating and gorgeous. even faith's ultimate decision to turn herself in and go to prison is rooted in what she imagines buffy would want.

faith's arc of how can i make buffy like me -> how can i make buffy hate me -> how can i make buffy kill me -> how can i make buffy pay for not killing me -> how can she ever forgive me -> how can i help her is SO good. i wish we'd had so much more faith in s7. the parts we get are tantalizing but i could have done with an entire season of weird divorced reconciliation vibes and pining. alas.

[tinyboxxtink]

"Summer Of '87" [Chapter 5]

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Chapter 4

Chapter 6

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You had taken one of the bunks in the back to take a nap before you arrived in Toledo. There were only four bunks so Eddie took the couch. Even after you insisted he keep his bunk and you’d take the couch.

“Nah, I’ll be fine princess. I used to sleep on a couch all the time back at home.” he assured you. 

Now here you were, waking up in the daylight. You sat up and stretched, quickly noticing you were alone on the bus. 

“What the--?”  You spoke out loud as you walked to the front of the bus. The bus is sitting in the back of a building, no one is around to be seen. 

“How rude!” You said aloud once more to the air as you walked towards the door of the building. It read “BACKSTAGE MEMBERS ONLY” . You naturally open the door to go in, but there’s a huge bodyguard standing right in front of it inside. 

“Sorry, no fans.” He tells you in a gruff voice. 

“What?!” You unintentionally screech. “I am not a--” 

“She’s cool, Jerry,” you recognize the bus driver “claiming” you. “She’s with Munson,” 

“I am not--” You started shutting down what he was implying, but the look he gave you made you pause. 

“Yup, that’s me. Eddie Munson’s concubine,” you rolled your eyes as you pushed past Jerry. 

“You’re welcome,” the bus driver smirked. 

“Yeah, thanks---” you muttered sarcastically as he led you through the venue.

“The boys are on stage sound doing sound check if you wanna go watch them,” he informed you while pointing to a doorway marked STAGE.

“Sure, why not,” you shrugged as you walked over and through the doorway. 

This venue was about the size of The Chicago Theater, but with a pit in front of the stage. You took a seat in one of the higher upper rows and sat, just watching them. Well, let’s be honest. You were watching Eddie.

The way his fingers moved on the guitar, it just made you wonder how good they would feel -- NOPE. Can’t be thinking stuff like that, nope. That’s exactly what should NOT be happening right now. 

As soon as the song was over he came out of his “Show mode” when he saw you. 

“Alright take five guys!” he yelled excitedly. 

“Take five?” Gareth groaned. “Dude we’re almost--” 

He started to protest that they had just started, but Eddie was already off stage and running up the arena stairs to you.

“Hey you!” he smiled widely, plopping down in the plastic seat next to you. “Sleep well?” 

“Yeah, actually,” you couldn’t help but match his energy with a smile of your own. “THose beds are surprisingly comfy,” 

“Oh yeah, for sure.” he nodded. “We sprung for the comfy beds, gotta get my beauty sleep.” 

“Oh,” you suddenly felt guilty taking his bunk. “I’m sorry, I should’ve let you--”

“Oh no!” he quickly backtracked upon seeing your face. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. It was just a joke,” 

“Yeah, well--” you blushed. “I still feel bad,”

“Well, maybe next time we just share it,” he winked. “Although I don’t think we’d get much sleeping done.” 

“Eddie!!!” you hit him as your face turned a deeper shade of crimson. “You’re the one that set the one month rule, remember?” 

“Yeah, and I’ve been kicking myself all night for it,” he sighed as he leaned back in the chair. 

“Aw, poor baby,” you giggled. “Well think of it this way: we can get to know each other before we-- y’know,” 

“Give in to our urges?” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Yes, exactly,” you bit your lip with a smile. 

“Hey if you two are done smelling each other or whatever,” Gareth called from the stage. “Some of us would like to finish rehearsal so we can eat!!” 

“I’m gonna kill him before the end of the month, and then we won’t have to wait,” Eddie said in annoyancde as he stood up.

“Then you’d have to find another drummer,” you reminded him. 

“True,” He nodded before kissing your cheek and heading back down the the stage, yelling something vulgar to Gareth you couldn’t quite discern, but you assumed it was vicious.

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After sound check the band headed back out into the foyer where you met them. 

“Alright, so where can we get some food in this town?”

“You mean, somewhere where girls won’t follow your every move? Steal your food to sell to the highest CC fan?”

“Yes, that.” 

“Well, I do know of a small sandwich shop nearby. It’s family owned and I used to go there every day after classes.” 

“Sandwich shop?” Quentin crinkled his nose. “Sounds fancy,”

“How does that sound fancy?” Eddie rolled his eyes. “You mean if it’s not greasy, grilled or fried it’s too ‘fancy’ for you?” 

“Yeah!” 

“And ‘fancy’ sounds expensive.” Jeff added.

“Will you two shut up,” Eddie hit the both of them. 

“I promise you boys, it is neither ‘fancy’ nor ‘expensive.” 

“Fine,” Gareth sighed. “But if there are flowers and pictures of old-timey folks on the walls, I’m leaving.”

“....What kind of definition of fancy is that?” You whispered to eddie as you walked out of the arena.

“His mom watched too much ‘Keeping Up Appearances’ when he was a kid,” he chuckled. 

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As soon as you walked into the shop, the owner saw you from a mile away and ran over to hug you. 

“Y/N!” He cried joyfully as he hugged you. “So good to see you, we’ve missed you since you went away to fancy school,” 

“Oh Arthur,” you chuckled as you hugged him back. “It’s just grad school.” 

“Mama!” he called to the back. “Look who’s here!”

A little old lady came shuffling out of the back when he called. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, and she came running over.

“Y/N!!” She also grabbed you in a bear hug. “We’ve missed you!!!” 

“I heard,” you smiled. 

“In fact,” Arthur chuckled as he grabbed you a menu and handed it to you. “We missed you so much mama insisted we do this,”

You took the menu curiously and opened the page. There in the middle of the menu read: “THE Y/N”; it was the same meal you ordered everyday. A grilled cheese made with white and yellow cheddar, the bread buttered on both sides with fries and a cherry coke.

“Arthur!” You gasped while Eddie peered over your shoulder. “Emily you really shouldn’t have,”

“That actually sounds really good,” he smiled as he showed the rest of the band members. “Grilled AND greasy, Q,” 

“Oh, are these boys with you?” Emily asked. “I guess I should’ve known, we don’t get too many of you metal boys here,” 

“You know what metal is?” Jeff asked in shock as they followed her to a small table in the back. 

“Oh yes, our granddaughter is crazy about you.” Arthur chuckled. “Collided Crowbar, is it?” 

“Corroded Coffin, sir,” Eddie stifled a laugh as he corrected him. 

“Right, right,” He nodded. “So, will it be five Y/N specials then?” 

“Sounds good to me!” Gareth grinned. He loved grilled cheeses and cherry coke. 

“Yes that would be great sir,” Eddie replied in a polite tone as the others nodded in agreement. 

“Excellent!” he beamed. “Be right back,” 

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When he was gone, Eddie looked at you with an impressed smile. 

“What…?” you blushed. 

“A sandwich named after you, huh?” he smirked. “We don’t even have that,” 

“Oh yeah?” you smirked back. “And what would a ‘Collided Crowar’ sandwich have on it?” 

“Bacon!” Jeff chimed in. “Lots of bacon,” 

“And anchovies,” Quentin grinned. 

“Ewwwwww,”

“Absolutely NOT,” Eddie waved his hand. 

“Five cherry cokes!” Emily smiled as she approached the tables with a tray of soda. “And your food will be out soon,”

“Thank you ma’am,” Eddie smiled at her. 

“Oooh, young man.” Emily smiled back at him dreamily. “If i was younger, you and I would have quite the time,” 

“Emily!!!” you gasped while the boys snickered and Eddie blushed like a tomato.

“Oh, sorry dear.” She looks at you apologetically. “I didn’t realize you two were together,” 

“We’re not!!” You shut her down so quickly you noticed Eddie’s face falter a bit.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Arthur came up behind Emily with the food. 

“You two are awful,” you shook your head as they handed out the plates. 

“Yeah, awful,” Eddie said softly in a hurt tone while picking at his sandwich. 

“Oh come on Eddie,” you put a hand on his knee under the table. “You know I didn’t mean it like that--” 

“UH, if you’re trying to make eddie jealous or something, this ain’t it,” Gareth shifted his knee, the one you were actually caressing. 

“Oh my god,” you quickly removed your hand and sat it back in your lap, turning bright red while the rest of the group laughed loudly leaving Eddie clueless.  

“What…?” 

“Just-- eat your sandwich dear,” you blushed harder while Eddie furrowed his eyebrows. 

“No, what--”

“Your girlfriend just tried feeling me up, Munson,” Gareth smirked, making Eddie’s pop out of his head. 

“WHAT?!”

“I thought it was you!!!” You hissed, trying not to make a scene. “I thought I was doing this,” You made sure you gripped his knee this time. 

“But i didn’t do this,” you added with a sexy smile as your fingers ran up his thigh, causing his leg to thump the table so hard it shook everyone’s plates.

“Check please!” Quentin laughed. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it boys,” Arthur came walking over, having heard none of the conversation except the check. 

“Any friends of Y/N’s are friends here,” 

“You really don’t have to do that,” You insisted as the boys finished up their food and walked towards the front. 

“Nonsense,” Arthur kissed your forehead. “It was just nice to see you again, sweetheart.” 

“Well sir,” Eddie pulled out his wallet. “Please at least take this tip,” he handed him a fifty dollar bill.

“Oh no son, I couldn’t.” he waved his hands but you stuck the fifty in his shirt pocket. 

“You can and you will, Arthur.” You said semi sternly. “I know how hard this business is,” 

“Well, alright,” Arthur said softly with a grateful look between the two of you. You said your goodbyes to Emily and Arthur then met the band outside to walk back.

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“Well I gotta admit Y/N, you taste pretty good,” Gareth smirked, causing Eddie to punch his shoulder roughly.

“Say one more thing about her and I won’t hold back,” he growled as you held his upper arm. 

“Edds, it’s okay…” You soothed him. 

“No, he’s been nothing but nasty to you, even though he’s the one who asked you to come with us!” He argued. 

“Maybe he’s jealous,” Jeff suggested, immediately causing Gareth to smack him.

“Jealous of me?” Eddie laughed sarcastically. “Did you honestly ask Y/N to come because you like her?” 

“Yeah, um Edds--” Quentin coughed awkwardly. “I don’t think that’s what Jeff was--”

“Everybody SHUT UP,” Gareth grabbed Quentin by the collar while he yelled violently. 

“Whoa whoa whoa! Chill, Gar!” Eddie grabbed him by his jacket. “I was only--”

“Eddie you better let him go,” you warned as you saw the looks on the boy’s faces. You quickly realized what was happening and thankful Eddie hadn’t seemed to catch on. 

“Wha--?” he let go of Gareth and the three of them started to speed walk ahead of you. 

“What was that?” he just watched them leave in confusion.

“Babe, let’s just say I don’t think you have to worry about competing with Gareth, okay?” You took his hand. 

“Um…okay,” he nodded as he interlaced your fingers while continuing to walk.

You made a mental note to find Gareth after the show to have a heart to heart about what just happened. That wouldn’t be awkward, right?

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[evita-shelby]

Mysterious

It was supposed to be longer but the final word count was 666 and i couldn't ruin that lol

The lovely Rose Coldwell is @raincoffeeandfandoms blorbo from her brain.

They could solve this mystery with a snap of their fingers and yet both guess who the mysterious Mr. Coldwell is as the day of the masquerade ball rolls around.

Tommy had hit it off with Rose Coldwell when they met at 10 Downing Street. Both on their first days of their job, both relieved neither one was romantically nor sexually interested in the other.

They agreed on policy, they were in the same party and both fucking hated the same people.

A perfect friendship made even more perfect when she hit it off with Eva at a tea hosted by Ishbel MacDonald. Sure, Eva had accidentally turned her tea into her favorite expensive Cuban rum, but both women were as thick as thieves now.

“Do you think he’s ugly? Beautiful women always get with ugly men.” Eva says and he is shocked she’d say that.

Not because Eva would think she was unattractive, film stars would kill to look like her, but because she’d imply, he was the unattractive one in the equation.

“You say that as if you didn’t almost kill the last woman who made a pass at me, Evie.” Tommy was not full of himself; he is just aware of the effect he has on women and homosexuals.

“Oh, I didn’t mean us, honey. We are the exception.” The witch amended and he snorted.

It is then that they see the man on her arm.

Even with the half mask he wears, he knows that fucker anywhere.

Alfred fucking Solomons.

The man he shot and who’s dog he stole.

He was the mysterious Mr. Coldwell.

“Ah the elusive Mrs. Solomons then.” Eva doesn’t take the reveal as badly as he does. “I suppose the universe had to uneven the scales for them, can’t have too many exceptions for that rule.”

Rose is going to murder him.

Rose had been plagued with night terrors of the man who nearly killed Alfie a year ago.

She hadn’t seen his face, nor would her husband tell her his name, but this man had to be connected to the Shelbys. After all Alfie had run afoul of them when the Changrettas came to fulfill their vendetta.

This is where Thomas Shelby MP OBE came in, he’d hand over the man on a silver platter and return Cyril for good measure.

They got along fine, he was pleasant when he wanted to be and after meeting his family, there was no way it could ever go wrong.

“You didn’t have to come.” Rose knows Alfie hated these events and liked the aura of mystery surrounding his existence.

Most were aware she had a husband, that he was Jewish and from Camden Town as well.

Most believed he was Mr. Coldwell and not that she was Mrs. Solomons.

“I couldn’t miss this one for the world, love.” He had said as he affixed the white mask that covers his scars perfectly before their car came to a stop.

Tommy looks like he’s seen a ghost when he sees the man on her arm.

Of course, they’d know each other, their gangs have fought and collaborated with each other since 1922.

“Wasn’t enough you left me for dead, you had to steal me fucking dog too?” Alfie smirked as Shelby stood there still as a statue.

The man she called her friend was the same monster from her nightmares. Thomas fucking Shelby was the man who tried to murder her husband.

Rose’s instinct says violence and yet she cannot make her fist move.

“I wouldn’t try that, if I were you.” Eva warns with a tone as smooth as silk and the corner of her bloody mouth twitched upward like a smirk. “Did he tell you why Tommy shot him? What made him so angry he’d actually try to murder him?

If it weren’t for Frida, we’d all be dead.”

Despite this, the Solomons-Coldwell couple are the last to leave Arrow House.

They couldn’t leave without Cyril after all.

[catsandgoodbooks]

No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

Alternate prompt: Betrayal

TW/CWs: Implied/referenced death

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“Punz!” The mercenary turned towards Sapnap when he called their name, eyes cold and hard as stone, sword dripping blood. (Sapnap tried to not imagine where that came from, tried to not remember them going for his ex-fiance’s throat at the very beginning of this all) They were still, the eye of the hurricane, the only thing that was while TNT ran from the blood-red sky and the sound of explosions and swords clashing filled the air.

“Yes?” Punz asked, raising one eyebrow. They were smiling, calculated, cruel, utterly unconcerned and undisturbed by the destruction raging in front of them. “What is it, Sapnap?”

“You–you fucking betrayed us!” Sapnap shouted, fiery rage running through his veins and making him see red. “Everyone here’s going to end up dead because of you!”

“Oh, Sapnap,” Punz purred, voice silky, patronizing. “You don’t seem to understand. You can’t betray someone if you were never on their side, and whatever made you think that I didn’t want that?”

“We were friends,” Sapnap protested. “We fought together! We might as well been brothers!”

Punz grinned, something angry, something unhinged, burning in their eyes. “To you, maybe. But not to me. Because I had to sit by and listen to all the fucking shit you said and not be able to do anything about it! Because I had to watch every decision you made and let it happen for the good of everyone.” They scoffed. “Not that that matters anymore.”

“Yeah, it still fucking matters!” Sapnap lunged at them, sword in hand. Punz pulled up their own at the last moment, steel hitting steel and force meeting force. “It’s not too late. I’m not going to let you and your friends,” (Dream and Techno and the rest of them and whatever they had done to Ranboo), “kill everyone!”

Punz pushed their sword forward and ducked down under Sapnap’s arm, neatly disengaging from the lock and putting some distance between the two of them, beginning to circle him. “If you ever have to say that it’s not too late, it is,” they hissed. “I learned that lesson a long time ago, and it seemed like you never did. We can’t go back anymore. We just have to take care of our loose ends and start over. All we can do is hope that the next batch of people will go better than this one did.”

“You’re not talking about ‘loose ends’, Punz. You’re talking about people. Do you really not care?” Sapnap asked, probing their defenses with his sword as he spoke. They didn’t rise to the bait, at least not the physical one.

“Give me one good reason I should care.” Punz narrowed their eyes, languid, unhurried, motions leisurely and liquid. They flicked their wrist, their sword following the motion. “A good reason, Sap, one that actually applies to me. Don’t just try and tell me it’s the moral thing to do, the good thing. I really don’t care about that.” They sprung forward, a blur, a living weapon, an ending given human form, as they finished speaking. Sapnap barely dodged their swing, recoiling and retreating backwards. He was losing ground here.

“Because there’s plenty of people who haven’t done bad things here, and–And because people can regret their decisions! Can regret what they’ve done!”

Punz stepped back, unhurried, always watching, weighing their choices and waiting for Sapnap to make some mistake. “You’re not wrong. The new people haven’t, and we’re not going to hurt them. They’ll be fine, as long as they’re not a threat to us. As long as they don’t decide to try and stop us.”

“And if they die? If you weren’t trying to kill them but you did?” Sapnap questioned, trying to stay calm. Don’t give in to rage. Don’t set everything on fire, even if he really, really wanted to.

Punz smirked. “Well, we can just bring them back then. Dream’s not the only one with the Revival Book, after all.”

“Wait, what?”

“There is so much you don’t know, Sapnap,” Punz drawled. “You think I, what, decided to side with Dream at the last minute? You still think that I actually betrayed him? I mean, I like to think that I’m a good actor, but I didn’t think I was that good.”

“You were on his side the whole time?” Sapnap asked, smoke seeping out of his mouth as the anger within him burned brighter and higher and higher. He didn’t voice his other questions: you have the Revival Book? He gave you the book? (He trusts you that much?)

Punz flicked their wrist again, their sword coming to rest at their side. It would be more reassuring if their face wasn’t the smooth, emotionless mask it was. “Of course I was. I was never on your side, and I never was your friend. I never cared, Sapnap. Not about you.”

“Just Dream,” Sapnap hissed, eyes dark.

“Mm-hmm,” Punz agreed, nodding their head. “Justtttttt Dream. And,” their pale blue eyes darkened and they brought their sword up, towards Sapnap, “as for your other question, maybe some people do regret their choices. But I know that most of them don’t.” 

Their smile spread, darkening, eyes hooded and bright bright blue, staring out from the shadows falling across their face. “Do you regret what you did?”

[toaverse]

Hello, it is I, the anon that sent the original ask for the kidnapped Isa and Lola AU and I have another kidnaping AU idea I must share with the world that revolves around teen Dolores and child Camilo because them being younger makes this even more traumatizing and angst-y :)

A mother and son have just died in an accident leaving a man heartbroken and without his family. While walking around the village he bumps into Dolores and notices that she has a similar appearance to his wife when she was a teenager. He goes to leave to his house, in the woods might I add, because of the reminder of his wife but out of the corner of his eyes he notices Camilo shapeshifting into other kids to entertain them. You understand where I’m going here, the two siblings get kidnapped when on a walk together. Dolores has to wear his wife’s old dresses, style her hair how the wife wore it everyday, wear her makeup and act like her while Camilo is literally forced to shape shift into his dead son and has to call him dad and call Dolores mom. Perhaps they only get rescued when a certain 5 year old gets his gift and a bird or another animal tells him about the nice lady and boy in the woods who feeds them everyday :)

They’re around 14 and 8 when this happens and I haven’t thought of names for the man, wife and son because I do not know Spanish names

Holy shit…

I actually considered not doing this one because of how dark it is, but then I figured I’ve done kidnapped Isa and Lola, so why not.

But now, I’m going to switch Dolores with Agustín. LoLo needs a break from suffering :(

Encanto fandom, plz don’t cancel me-

Trigger warnings: drugging, kidnapping, abuse, blackmailing, heavily implied rape, gaslighting, victim-blaming.

Just because the Encanto was a secluded village in the mountains build by war survivors, didn’t mean that there were only good people living there…

That had been proven when Reina's husband Felipe, and their 5 year old son Pablo, were killed in an accident involving a poisonous snake…

The now widowed woman was hit with grief, and lived alone in a house she lived together with her beloved husband and son.

After a month of not going outside and grieving, Reina's food and water ran out, and she had to go to the town to buy new supplies.

When she's walking around the town, she bumped into Agustín. Reina noticed how he looked a lot like her husband.

She was about to leave the town to got to her house, until she saw out of the corner of her eyes a a 5 year old Camilo shapeshifting into other kids to entertain them.

A realization than hit Reina. she could get her family back!

She knew that Agustín was quite accident-prone, so she decided to stage an "accident".

When the moment was right, Reina "accidentally" bumped into him, and let him apologize for it, she offered him an Arepa (which was spiked) as a "It's okay".

Unfortunately, Agustín fell for it, and ate the arepa...

Reina took him to her house in the woods, where she locked him in "their" bedroom.

As for Camilo, she took the 5 year old when he was walking to Casita on his own...

When Reina finally got the two people she wanted, she'd make sure to get her family back...

Agustín had to dress like Reina’s dead husband, style his hair how the late man wore it every day, and had to act like him…

Camilo was literally forced to shapeshift into Reina’s dead son, having to call her mamí and call Agustín papí…

And when they didn’t comply, there would be consequences…

“If you don’t quit your nonsense right now, I’ll tell Julieta about how you left her for another woman. Just imagine how heartbroken she’d be.” Reina threatened Agustín one time when he refused to comply. “After all, a man can’t be kidnapped and raped. He would fight her off instead of letting her ride him like you let me.”

At first, Agustín didn’t believe her, and even attempted to leave with Camilo (which ended quite badly…), but as more and more time passed, he started to doubt…

As for Camilo, he had to shape shift into a different kid and being called Pablo. Every night when he was alone in “his” room, the 5 year old would remind himself that he was Camilo Madrigal and that Tío Agustín wasn’t his papi and that the crazy lady wasn’t his mami. But as the weeks, months, and eventually a year passed, Camilo reminded himself less and less. His memories of his actual parents, his sister and the rest of the family started to fade. And he began to believe that Agustín “Felipe” was his papá, Reina was his mamá, and that his name was Pablo…

This would cause a heavy identity crisis in the future…

About 4 years passed, and when Camilo “Pablo” was 9, he received the news that he was going to be a big brother.

While he and Reina were excited about the news, Agustín was absolutely shocked and silently panicked. He never wanted this, he didn’t want to bring another child into this…

but alas, it would happen, and 8 months later, a beautiful baby girl was born, who Agustín named Alejandra.

despite everything, Agustín didn’t hold anything against her. She was just an innocent child born into this crappy situation…

despite all of it, she was a little miracle…

after Alejandra was born, Reina started selling hand-made stuff in town to earn money, leaving Agustín to take care of the two kids.

And if he was honest, those times were he got to spend with his kids when Reina was gone were the best moments Agustín got out of this hell…

one day, when he and the kids were taking a walk in the jungle, a jaguar cub followed Agustín, even latching on to his leg as if the cub wanted something.

Eventually, the jaguar cub left, and that seemed to be the end of it. But not quite.

That jaguar cub would grow up to be Parce, and would befriend a certain Madrigal boy the same age as Alejandra who just got his gift…

[bonesandthebees]

In my defense, I truly did not mean nor expect that write a wall of text (let alone that long), I was going to leave the thoughts for when I had more energy because there’s just so much to say. And then I just started typing, and kept typing, and typing, and typing and typing and the I just hit send and got hit with my own wall of text when I opened your blog this morning.

What can I say, you writing just awakens something in make that makes me want to point out every little detail. Like I very much want to go reread it and get every line of foreshadowing out of there and point out what it implies on the first read and what it actually means, but it’s 24k words and I still need to start on my second batch of glass (let alone the third) so that’s not happening, but know my mind was running at full speed while reading.

Also, props to you for making such great use of what we as the audience would assume and turning that into a twist that feels like a bullet to the head (see what I did there) but still makes so much sense because the foreshadowing is there we just thought the pieces where pointing in a different direction. 13-year-old Wilbur mentions that picking up a gun makes him feel sick, of course he can’t shoot his dad (not when Tommy is no longer in danger, not when it’s to save himself). And there’s things that make you stop to wonder for a second, like the line about Wilbur having just taught Tommy how to shoot genuinely made me pause because I know you and that’s in there for a reason, but why?

And the flashback was great because the back and froth made me think it was just for the tension (and I’m a sucker for that use of flashbacks anyway), but you have to show the flashback that way. It can’t be shown in one go because then we’d already know Tommy killed him. It has to build with the present and my gosh does it hit!

Also, while I’m here, Tommy really did do nothing wrong, but he was also just a kid, the full weight of shooting his dad doesn’t really hit. He’s too young to understand because children don’t really grasp death or complicated moral issues yet. But he was just saving Wilbur, so it was fine. I do wonder if he ever blames himself for instigating that fight, for running away and making their father more angry. For hitting him. (He shouldn’t, but still I wonder.)

And then there’s Wilbur constantly projecting his own feelings, his own guilt/hatred at himself for failing, onto other people. He convinces himself Tommy hates him (like that kid didn’t just kill a man to save his life). He wants to leave so he makes up a reason. He wants and out so he leaves when Tommy tells him too even though he KNOWS Tommy, he knows he doesn’t want him gone, but he still goes. (And having Tommy follow him around like “wait you’re actually leaving” and asking where he’s going hurts so much, he’s just a kid who wants his older brother because it’s impossible to erase what they did together but at the same time, the asshole abandoned him).

Oh and that one bedroom conversation between Wilbur and Phil is so interesting because Phil lacks so much context, and without that context, Wilbur really is just being a dick (he still kinda is with context). Like Phil was worried about leaving his brothers. And he needed a degree to get a good job and proved if he wanted to save them. I have no doubt about that. But he’s making it more noble than it actually is. They could have called and he would have come, but as Wilbur Points out he was too far away. (And this is where the we were fine hits like a truck because it being Wilbur that killed him is bad, but knowing the actual flashback and Wilbur almost dying + Tommy shooting is so much worse (also, Wilbur getting choked by the ghost is also foreshadowing (of course it is)))

My point is, Phil has a right to be mad. Especially from his pov, without the context. But he would have reacted so differently if he knew. Yes, it wasn’t fair to him that their mother left them. It wasn’t fair he had to be the mini adult. He tried his best and Wilbur isn’t allowed to fault him for that. But it wasn’t fair to Wilbur either, and unlike Phil, he can actually yell at the person who left him. And unlike Phil, he left when Tommy was (physically) safe. And just, Phil likes to pretend that they were fine, because he probably already felt guilty about leaving them, but know what they had to do because he wasn’t there would make that so much worse, even if, at best, Phil was the one to shoot their dad had he been home.

And then there’s the whole, is the ghost real or is it just a manifestation of their shared trauma? It does go away when they make up, or more like when Wilbur spills his guilt. And then after 10 years of unresolved trauma they finally give it a place in their lives. But also, the ghost is the only thing that makes them make up, because it triggers Wilbur’s protectiveness and gets them into the field.

And I’ve done it again, haven’t I? Oh shit that’s long. How does this keep happening to me? (Spoiler alert: it’s my refusal to start an ask chain because then I am done for). Anyway, enjoy my second ramble!

-🌲

lmaoooo hooray for accidentally writing text walls that make your local author very happy. I just love seeing all the small details you guys pick up on

yes exactly, I wanted all the pieces to work both ways. like if it had ended up being wilbur who shot their father, all the hints would've still worked. but then when you learn it was tommy who actually shot him, suddenly you realize you've been looking at the hints at a completely different angle than you were supposed to.

also the line about wilbur just having taught tommy to shoot was both supposed to tell the audience tommy now knows how to shoot, but also just to be like "btw the gun definitely works this is how wilbur knows" lol so it served double function

I had to be so careful with how i arranged the flashback and interspersed it with the present day stuff going on. I didn't want to reveal it too fast and I wanted to keep the audience unsure of how it was going to go down until the last minute. in my head I was imagining it like a movie scene where it keeps flipping between the past and present and when wilbur finally drops the gun in the present you hear a gunshot and it flashes to the past and the camera zooms in on tommy holding the smoking gun just arghhhh

oh yeah, tommy has definitely felt guilt over starting the fight in the first place. he knows he shouldn't, but he can't help but wonder what would've happened if he hadn't started the fight with his dad that day. if he and wilbur would've killed dad eventually. if wilbur would still be around today.

yeah, wilbur convinced himself pretty hard after that that tommy hated him for making him be the one to kill their dad. and that if he stuck around it would just fuck tommy up more because wilbur could be a constant reminder of what tommy did. and then of course he left for his own selfish reasons as well—not being able to look at tommy without being consumed by his own guilt. so when he does come back he just wants to leave again because it's all he can think about. i just loved writing the bit with tommy telling wilbur he should leave and then he follows wilbur out to the car and asks where he's going and is very clearly upset he's leaving again.

yeahhhh it's fun to look back on the phil and wilbur convo with the ending context. and also the ghost choking him was both foreshadowing/wilbur having kind of a trauma flashback to that day. hence why when the ghost is choking him there's that brief thought process of 'not again not again not again-' that runs through wilbur's head.

the phil and wilbur convo was just so layered. it wasn't fair to any of the brothers. it wasn't fair to phil who had to be a mini adult and it wasn't fair to wilbur who was abandoned by the closest thing to a guardian he had and it wasn't fair to tommy to be raised entirely by his two emotionally unstable older brothers. it was a messy situation with no clear right answer. phil being forced into a borderline parental role with his younger brother and wilbur in turn trying to be the same steady figure for tommy but never being able to live up to phil's image and constantly fucking up in ways phil didn't.

i am rotating scars!wilbur phil and tommy in my head so much you don't even know

and yes then there is the golden question: was the ghost real or not? I've never been a huge fan of ghosts being used in media the way we see them most often as these real tangible things separate from the living. I always preferred the kind of media that uses ghosts as metaphors. tie it into what's going on with the living and their own interpersonal struggles. actually it was funny right when i started writing this firesnap and i had a whole convo about those exact kinds of ghost stories and how much we preferred ghosts in media being used as metaphors more often than not and i was like "actually my halloween fic fits this weirdly well"

but anyway ty for all the thoughts spruce i'm so glad you enjoyed. I really loved writing this fic :)

[restless-soulz]

original ideas that I’ll probably never get around to writing pt 3

Odysseus meets Cassandra and incidentally adopts her and basically rewrites the story of the Illiad. Also, Penelope is an awesome mother and odysseuses son and the both love the Trojan seer too.

NEW STORY:

A girl gets kidnapped by alien teenagers, who decide to play a prank on the alien “friend” they bully and tell them to shift to look like a human, make them trade clothes and things and as a joke “leave her there in the place of the human” the teens get caught speeding by the intergalactic police. The police find the human girl on board, and they decide to bring her to the station and find a way to bring her home. Except, one officer that does the examination on her sees that since she’s in near perfect condition, decides to sell her.

Humans are apparently very popular pets, every since the published papers about the scientist picking up the musician human girl and their experiences. He sells her to slave traders. She gets packed on a slave ship, and stays there for several weeks. The traders do uncomfortable examinations on her (there’s even a couple human men who join in). The slave traders also need to bulk up and break down the merchandise so there are several implied torture scenes. She’s scared out of her mind and the other slave aliens notice and adopt her as their child. She even starts to call one mama. It’s very heartbreaking when they are forced apart.

Eventually, she ends up in a privileged aliens house where she gets locked in a cage all day, eats only scraps and forced to perform tricks for the family. Two important things happen, the child alien leaves her outside for a couple months alone (forcing her body to adapt to have its own powers, gravity, heart rate, camouflage, temperature, strength, flexibility, lung control etc. and forage for her own food (the food she eats is like the equivalent of captain marvels powers plus indominus Rex plus Spider-Man)) and a family friend asks for her name, and she says her name. The family is shocked that she talked without permission and hits her so hard that her arm breaks.

Now bound by a witness and scared for their “pet” the family takes her to a vet against their wishes. The vet asks to see her papers, and when the family doesn’t have them, she calls the police. They find out from the human all that has happened and promise to reunite her with her slave alien family. She joins the force and helps rescue each of her family members. The head of the slave trade organization is the father of the alien left in the humans place on earth. 

Meanwhile, the alien is actually pretty good at being the human and likes it. Does not want to return to her old life. The human girl finally confronts the head, and the figure out that the alien was left in her place is the traders daughter. She shoots him so he can’t move and uses his resources to get a ship back to her home, promising alien mama that she will come back, she just has to clear a few things up.

When she arrives, it’s by the side of her house, when the alien is taking out the trash. Together they walk in and explain things to the parents. The alien girl is happy here, she is as much your daughter as I was.

“Was? But you are still our daughter-“

“Not anymore. I-I’ve grown up. I’ve seen the dangers of the galaxy. I’ve been taken from my home and now that I am home, I don’t even feel safe here anymore. I’m not gonna let anyone else feel that way ever again. I’m sorry Lorraine , I’m not your daughter anymore. She is. If I stay, I’ll never feel comfortable in my own skin. I know I don’t need your permission, but I do need to know if you’ll still love me.”

“Of course we do, there is nothing we could be prouder of than you doing what you want to do.” Big sad moment, but then Oh No! Slave trader dude has come to take humans in exchange for his daughter! Human girl asks the daughter if she can kill him. Alien girl says yes, he hurt so many people, he’s my dad and I still love him, but I give you permission to end him. Human girls shows off her powers, that earns her the moniker “Galaxia” across the universe.

NEW STORY:

Little girl explores and meets Norse, Scottish, Irish mythological creatures.  

NEW STORY:

Book that becomes whatever you need to read when you need it

NEW STORY:

The stories of the people I’ve met, what I know about them and if I saw them ever again, people with faces but no names to put to, names with no faces and hazy clouded memories. How each one o remember something, an adventure, a conversation, a moment where we connect. 

NEW STORY:

A girl finds out the boy in her class is a werewolf and has been hunting the local deer population almost down to extinction and caused quite a few injuries on some unlucky people. She offers to help him out so he doesn’t hurt anyone, and slowly they figure out that if they feed him a ton of calories before and after, and play with him they slowly find out that he’s a good wolf, he’s just a big ol’ puppy. And with more control when he’s wolf means he can do it anytime, day or night Monday or Thursday, any. Time. Or alternatively, he approaches her in wolf form when she’s crying and licks away her tears and they grow up together, both wolf and human form. He’s got like 10 siblings and his parents are awesome.

NEW STORY:

Story about zodiac signs

NEW STORY:

3 girls are best friends, who on the same day lose everything. A wealthy Christian girl (who doesn’t know that she’s wealthy) receives news that her grandparents/guardians who went on a trip to Hawaii got caught in the eruption and died, a girl (not entirely human) who accidentally set fire to her own home and loved watching the flames until she realized she killed her cat, and a girl abused by her own family to be an hero escapes because she let her best friend be killed in her place and watched it happen, really manipulative. Kinda all morally grey, they are hero’s in some places and villains in others. They go on a road trip trying to find people willing to bear their burdens? Or something. Idk.

NEW STORY:

Fluff story about a mute florist and her language of flowers

NEW STORY

Girl who thinks she broke her tailbone is surprised when 3 months later she has a tail. It’s really painful if she sits in it wrong, and eventually she’s the daughter of a no name demon, meant to take down the king. But she just wants to stay at school. (This on is actually based on me growing a pilonidal cyst, growing things with a munch of nerves in it is INCREDIBLY PAINFUL)

NEW STORY:

A library of all knowledge, three stories, post quarantine?? Called the library of Alexandria and has a copy of every book in the world in every language. Including lost times of knowledge. Secret society of librarians who guard it, girl keeps finding it and makes friends with the people she finds and becomes like the co-president without meaning to.

[beantothemax]

CW for: Canon-Typical Suicide, multiple suicides, implied suicidal thoughts, that Minecraft Enchantment Table Language (Use the second translator in Lingo Jam or else it'll look like nonsense), implied murder, and general misery. Hollow Cleric is an au where everyone has a bad time and right now it's time for me to hit Oboro with "Live with your consequences"

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“Hi! I’m Roi! Can you not go and throw yourself into the obviously evil fire pretty please Mr Person-I-Don’t-Know?”

Oboro blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

The Cleric immediately winced. “Shit yeah. That’s a bad way to introduce yourself. Let me try again. Hi, I’m Roi. Why are you here and uh. Can you not throw yourself in the fire please?”

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “Do you even know what this place is?”

“Yeah I mean. This is Vidania. It’s kind of obvious isn’t it?” The Cleric shrugs, as if he isn’t standing on what is, according to the Sacred Church’s scriptures, the place where the 8 gods originally defeated Vide and sealed him away, and is instead standing in a low-grade building.

Oboro opens his mouth and closes it again. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“Stopping the world from ending, I guess,” said the Cleric.

“Then why are you talking to me instead of, oh I don’t know. Actually stopping me?”

Roi gives out a small smile. “Because I think we both know that I have no idea how to save the world. Besides, too much of a distance. I wouldn't be able to reach you even if I tried.” A huff. “Might as well give you one conversation that’s normal before you go and just- End it all. People shouldn’t die alone.”

That’s…thoughtful, he supposed. It’s thoughtful in a weird backwards manner but then again Oboro is helping revive Vide to have everyone be at peace. So this fits in a way.

“Right,” he says instead. “Right.”

Roi rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah…I don’t know where I was going with this.” 

Pause.

“I uh… assume that you’re still going through with it?” Roi hesitantly asked.

Oboro scoffs. “Obviously. Really, did you think that you could have stopped me with…whatever that was?”

“Not really but, like I said, I don't think people should be alone when they die.”

…Right.

“Well then. Tonight let us share a drink.”

“Shame,” Roi says. “I don’t particularly find much pleasure in alcohol.”

“Well, aren't you boring,” he says. “I suppose all I have to say then is goodbye, and good luck.”

With that, Oboro steps backwards. ---------------------

⎓╎⍊ᒷ  ᓭᔑᓵ∷╎⎓╎ᓵᒷᓭ  ╎リ  ⍊ᔑ╎リ. 𝙹リᒷ  ᓭᔑᓵ∷╎⎓╎ᓵᒷ  ╎リ  ⍑𝙹!¡ᒷ. ᒲᔑ||  ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ  ⎓╎⍊ᒷ  ꖌリ𝙹∴  リ𝙹  ᓭᔑℸ ̣ ╎ᓭ⎓ᔑᓵℸ ̣ ╎𝙹リ  ᔑリ↸  ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ  ⎓╎リᔑꖎ  ꖌリ𝙹∴  !¡ᒷᔑᓵᒷ. ---------------------

Oboro wakes up, takes 10 minutes to process, grabs a knife, and stabs himself. ---------------------

ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡  ∷⚍リリ╎リ⊣. ---------------------

Oboro wakes up again and looks to the side. The knife has blood on it.

It’s slightly dried. ---------------------

ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡  ∷⚍リリ╎リ⊣. ---------------------

Oboro wakes up again.

No no no no no no NO- ---------------------

ᔑᓵℸ ̣ ╎𝙹リᓭ  ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ  ᓵ𝙹リᓭᒷᑑ⚍ᒷリᓵᒷᓭ. ⎓ᔑᓵᒷ  ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ. ---------------------

“Shit. Fuck. Gods fucking damnit.” ---------------------

||𝙹⚍  ᓵᔑリ’ℸ ̣   ∷⚍リ  ⎓𝙹∷ᒷ⍊ᒷ∷. ---------------------

“Hey buddy,” said the Cleric. “Listen. I know you’re having a whole thing right now but let me tell you, rotting away on the floor is a bad way to go. Like don’t get me wrong, stabbing yourself is bad but just. Waiting is worse.”

“...How are you even here?”

“Hah. No idea. I just went on this whole adventure because if I didn’t then my brother might die and I just- I don’t want us all to go before we lived our lives.”

“That’s selfish.”

“Maybe. If I remember you were the one who revived Vide.”

“Touche.” ---------------------

ꖌリ𝙹ᓵꖌ  𝙹リ  ↸ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ⍑’ᓭ  ↸𝙹𝙹∷. ╎ℸ ̣   ᓭ⍑ᔑꖎꖎ  リ𝙹ℸ ̣   ᔑリᓭ∴ᒷ∷. ---------------------

“You must be thrilled over the fact that I do nothing all day if you are still here.”

“Nothing for me outside. Might as well rot here.”

“That can’t be true. There has to be something.”

“Well we both killed ourselves before I woke up so you know. I used to. Now I don’t.”

“Ah. My apologies.” ---------------------

“What do you even do?”

“Well I stop Vide from destroying the world by tying myself here so yeah.”

“And yet the sky is still dark.”

“Didn’t say it was a good solution.” ---------------------

“Surprised that neither of us starved yet.”

“Yeah that’s kind of because of me. You know. Since I’m holding Vide back. I think I sort of made it that this area is the weird area of us not really needing anything to live? It’s probably going to hit like a truck if you leave.”

“I thought you had a brother to get back to.”

“And I thought we were past you trying to get me to let Vide out.”

“Worth a shot.” ---------------------

“Hey uh. What’s your name? I realized I never asked you about it.”

“...Why are you asking now?”

“Ah. I just have some reasons.”

“Well, I am not giving you my actual name so for now you may call me Kazan.”

“Cool. Uh. Nice to meet you Kazan. I’m Roi and uh- I’m sorry but I don’t want you to see what I’m going to become.”

“What does that supposed to mea-” ---------------------

↸ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ⍑  ╎ᓭ  リ𝙹ℸ ̣   ᒷᑑ⚍╎⍊ᔑꖎᒷリℸ ̣   ℸ ̣ 𝙹  !¡ᒷᔑᓵᒷ. ---------------------

Oboro wakes up in the middle of the sea and to complete darkness.

Inside the boat is a note, a bag, and a small lamp.

Ah. Well then.

It always ends up this way he supposed. ---------------------

Temenos practically runs towards Kazan, ignoring all his friend’s shouts in protest. 

Eventually he catches up and grabs the man. “You knew Roi.”

“...Sure. Let’s go with that,” he says slowly.

“But you knew him.”

Kazan scoffs. “And why does that matter?”

“Because that means you have answers. Answers I want.”

“That doesn’t tell me anything.”

“I know!” Temenos exclaims. “I know. But everyone has been telling me he was somehow connected to me, everyone keeps telling me how he and I were attached to the hip and I have this photo of him that tells me not to forget him!”

“Well you certainly failed at not forgetting,” Kazan said helpfully. He pulls away from Temenos. “Bye.”

No no no no! He was so close! He has a clue and it’s slipping away and he can’t just let it happen. He came this far; he isn't going to be brought back to square one. He isn’t. He isn’t. He isn’t going to-

“I WAS HIS BROTHER OKAY!?”

Kazan stops.

“I was his brother,” repeated Temenos. “I was his brother and I only know this because of an old picture and journals. Nothing else. If there’s a chance I can get more information then please. Please just give me something to work wi-“

“He’s alive.”

Temenos blinks. “Pardon?”

Kazan turns around to face him. “He’s alive but not in the way you would like.” He gestures to the Sundering Sea’s Panopticon. “That’s where he is and that’s where he probably is wasting away.”

“Why is he there?”

“Why do you think the world hasn’t ended yet?”

Temenos looks into the distance.

Vidania stands, foreboding and all-encompassing. The symbol and source of the Eternal Night. A constant presence in this world. A twisted comfort to everyone who gazes upon it.

“I’m going to have to kill him, don’t I.”

“…If it helps, he went on his journey so that you can live your life to the fullest.”

Temenos laughs, bitter and full of grief. “That makes it worse.”

“…Yeah. I know.”

h. hey kiwi! hollow cleric fic! woo! I’m normall im sso normal im ok this is ok i definitely dont want to cry everything’s fine

before we get to the heart-rendingly awful stuff I just want to say this was maybe the best way you could’ve started this. roi can be a lil cringefail as a treat.

anyways! so! roi trying to just. be there for oboro in his final moments is very sweet and also heartbreakingly tragic. they both know he’s going to do this so he’s just trying to give him one last moment of comfort before the. everything happens

and then there’s the runes. where do I start with the runes. ‘death is not equivalent to peace’. ‘stop running’. that combined with the flashes of oboro’s attempts is. a lot. auhggh

aND ROI’S LAST PIECE OF DIALOGUE. ‘I don’t want you to see what I’m going to become.’ KIWI WHAT IF I STARTED CRYING RIGHT THIS MINUTE. HUH. WHAT THEN. ROI SACRIFICING HIMSELF TO STOP VIDE’S DESTRUCTION AND JUST. JUST THE EVERYTHING THAT COMES WITH THAT. PLUMMETING THE WORLD INTO DARKNESS AND LEAVING HIS BROTHER TO FEND FOR HIMSELF WHILE HE JUST HAS TO WAIT FOR HIM TO COME AND KILL HIM. AND HOW HE’S SO FUCKING CALM THROUGHOUT ALL OF THIS. HE JUST POLITELY ASKS FOR OBORO’S NAME AS HE DOES…. WHATEVER HE DOES AT THE END OF THAT PART. AND. ADN

and the only thing temenos knowing about him is that he’s alive, but not in the way he wants him to be. kiwi this is amazing im going to go scream into a pillow for a few hours now

[the-shining-river]

Defenders & TP S1 timeline

The Defenders were filmed from Nov 2016 till mid-March 2017. The Punisher S1 was filmed 3 Oct 2016 - 9 Apr 2017.

In the beginning of TP S01 we see that Frank finishes his vendetta against the Kitchen Irish by killing that last guy in airport bathroom  stall on 19 Apr 2017, judging from the props boarding pass, but that seems to be a mistake, so let’s say it’s 19 Apr 2016. And then it’s “six months later” when Pete Castiglione is working construction.

From what I understand, it’s sort of official that the events of The Defenders and The Punisher S1 take place more or less at the same time in the end of 2016. Since Karen is in both, I tried to figure out that “more or less” part, and I think The Defenders take place some 2-4 weeks after TP S1, but it’s a bit of a mess, so whatever, I’m comfortable with this as a headcanon, not necessarily proven truth.

Some sources say Defenders take place “a few months after Daredevil Season 2 and Luke Cage Season 1 as these two overlap”, and I haven’t seen Luke Cage series, but DD S2 ends at Christmas and The Defenders starts in autumn, so that’s definitely more than “a few months”. Reddit people also figure that Luke must have spent some 6 months in prison, placing Defenders some 6m after Luke Cage S1. Karen seems to have settled in comfortably in her reporter’s job at the Bulletin and when they catch up, it feels like she and Matt haven’t seen each other for quite some time. Matt seems to have settled in his pro bono lawyer career. When Matt and Foggy meet up at Josie’s, Foggy says “It’s been a long time, Josie, can’t tell you how much I miss this place,” so that also makes me think it’s been more than “a few months”.

(Doesn’t quite explain why boxes with N&M files are still living in the middle of Matt’s living room, not piled up by a wall and out of the way.)

The “two months” claim seems to stem from how Elektra was apparently resurrected two months before the start of The Defenders, but the only reference I noticed actually just says “months ago”?

Also, considering how Matt destroyed the Hand’s blood harvesting operation in DD S2, I’m willing to assume they resurrected Elektra soon after her funeral, before the blood hit its expiration date, and apparently Elektra either recovered more slowly than implied in the show, or she’s been busy for months, not just some weeks (in line with how Danny and others recognise having fought her in different locations all over the world).

Judging from the bill of lading Jessica stole in E2, the architect received his box of explosives on 15 October.

People have even managed to decipher the date in Jessica’s computer in E1, which is apparently some day in November? 1st? 3rd? Single-digit something. I can’t make it out, but it sounds reasonable and kinda in line with the weather we see in The Defenders (although the first episodes feature some rather golden, leafy trees, so who knows).

However, Karen has no forehead injury from the hotel bomb in TP S1, and if this was mere weeks after TP S1, she would still have it, considering how it took a while for her Schoonover car crash injury to heal in DD S2. She does seem okay though, the way she might be if she knew Frank survived the carousel shooting and is in the wind, but alive and okay.

If The Defenders took place first, I think Karen in TP would have been much more raw and emotional over Matt’s recent death. But it would explain why Frank didn’t even consider finding Matt too, when he was going through his “short list” of people who knew he’s alive. But maybe he finds Matt too annoying and decided that getting Karen’s help would be more constructive than knowing what Matt might or might not have said.

(However, if TP happened first, would Matt have managed to stay away and not try and stop Lewis blowing up innocent people and threatening Karen?)

People have noticed that in TP the Empire State Building is lit up in red “in honour of Daredevil’s sacrifice”, but we see it lit up red already in The Defenders E6 when Elektra just kidnapped Danny:

And this is the same Empire State Building at the end of The Defenders:

(and in real world, apparently it was lit up red during the filming period on 14 Feb 2017 for the Valentine’s day, so it’s some kind of filming schedule thing; also, it doesn’t make sense for a corporate Manhattan building to commemorate a Hell’s Kitchen vigilante?)

So, to sum up, it’s a mess, but I’m willing to go with a headcanon that TP S1 happens a 2-4 weeks before The Defenders, when Karen and Matt are still estranged, with Matt trying his best to keep on the straight and narrow as only a pro bono lawyer and with Karen feeling lonely but not exactly devastated like she would be after Matt’s death in Midland Circle.

[thebluestbluewords]

love the synopsis for ur wip u put in the tags of my art!! i’ll be looking out for it, it sounds super good! i also think jane and carlos are kind of under explored in fandom, so i’d like to read someone give more of a look into them under the context of jaylos!

omg I sometimes forget that my tags are things that other people can read?? I’m glad you liked it and ahhh I love your art for them!! Thanks for inspiring it!! It’s very much a messy wip at this point but yes I think a lot about how Jane got to be kind of cool in D3 and fandom doesn’t do a lot with her and it makes me sad because I feel like there’s definitely a story there about Jane figuring out how to kind of come into her own and figure out how to exist not in her mother’s shadow and also for a lot of teenagers a first relationship is a really formative thing and I think it would be good for all of them (all 4 of the gay athletes club) to figure out this complicated messy thing that exists between them AND ALSO part of the reason they are a pretty functional relationship in this fic is because I also briefly had a sub-plot in mind where Evie and Mal are being a Hot Mess and not communicating at all and the Gay Athletes Club are just.....looking at them and choosing not to intervene because they’re enjoying being the functional ones for once and you did not ask for more of this lmao but I’m writing more of this plot synopsis to avoid working on my other wip!! So here we are!! 

[meganwasbored]

I am sick and tired of people saying that Stoick was abusive and just a horrible person in general

It’s been like 12 years since the movie and y’all still can’t get over his reaction when he found out about Toothless. Shut up. Everyone killed dragons. Every character you know and love killed dragons. And guess what? Hiccup also wanted to kill dragons. It was literally all he wanted in life until Toothless. This is old news. It was literally the whole point of the movie. But some of y’all still don’t get it and it truly shocks me. If I was Hiccup I would’ve done it. You would’ve done it too. Not because we like killing stuff, or we’re violent with innocent creatures, or we’re heartless (all actual things I’ve seen stupid people say about Stoick) but because we would be protecting ourselves and others. The dragons attacked them. Killed them. Stole their food and livestock and burned down their homes. It wasn’t their fault, but they didn’t know that. We didn’t even know that for most of the movie. They killed dragons for protection.

Y’all didn’t even watch it, did you? You didn’t even watch the movie. Don’t lie. It’s obvious.

“B-but he abused Hiccup!” No he didn’t. No he freaking didn’t. He never hit him. He never manipulated him. He loved Hiccup more than life. He has proved on multiple occasions that he would die for him. He made mistakes, but guess what? If you were in charge of an entire village that is constantly being attacked by fire breathing dragons, you would make mistakes, too.

“He wouldn’t listen to Hiccup about the Red Death!” … Let me give you my interpretation of that scene

“Hey Dad I know you’re mad that I faked my victories in the ring, and about the dragon that I didn’t tell you about, and about going to the nest that you’ve been looking for your entire life that I also didn’t tell you about, but please don’t go to it because it actually has a dragon the size of a mountain and you will surely be killed. You don’t have to see it tho. Just trust.”

Tell me honestly, would you believe that for a second? No. No you wouldn’t. In fact the only reason I believed it was because I saw it. Stoick didn’t. You know what he was thinking? He was thinking that that was just another lie for the pile. Not to mention all the other lies about taking down dragons that Hiccup very strongly implied that he told (“it’s not like the other times, Dad, I really actually hit it” Sure you did, kid)

And of course, the face Stoick made after the fight.

DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE FACE OF AN ABUSER??? DOES THIS LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO IS PROUD THAT HE JUST DISOWNED HIS SON??? DOES IT???

Yes, he disowned his son. You know what he also could have done? Killed him. He could’ve killed Hiccup right then and there and no one would’ve been shocked. The second Toothless entered that ring Hiccup was a traitor, a menace, a madman, a danger to that entire island. They probably expected Stoick to kill him. If the dragons were really how they thought they were, it would’ve actually been the right thing to do. By doing that he thought he was saving his son’s life.

Yes he yelled at him. He yelled at him for siding with the thing that was just seconds away from killing everyone in and around that arena. My dad once yelled at me for getting out of the car after he just told me to get out of the car. Get over yourselves.

When he saw Hiccup and the other on dragons, he was not angry. He was amazed. In fact I believe this to be the moment that he fully realized that Hiccup was right about everything. And what did he do right after this? He saved him. Not only Hiccup, but also the dragon he hated most in the world just minutes earlier. Because he’s anything but a coward and he can admit when he was wrong.

Hopefully y’all can, too.

[thegeminisage]

one of many reasons castiel spent the first year of knowing dean trying not to strangle him: dean's weird little winchester-only dialect

i’m fucking obsessed with this right now, so buckle in for a meta. a cool fun (horrible) thing about dean's dialogue is that a good 90% of what comes out of his mouth is:

a pop culture reference ("you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and shazam, you're roma downey?")

references to real life phenomenon ("i don't wanna wake up missing a kidney in a bathtub full of ice" "try new mexico, i hear he’s on a tortilla")

these also often take the form of nicknames, and dean has a tendency to give people nicknames in general or call them something besides their given name, whether it’s affectionate or rude ("easy there, van damme" "so i’m girl interrupted" furthermore castiel = cas, ezekiel = zeke, etc, see also frequent use of "chucklehead" "asshat" and on the nicer/endearments end "buddy" "pal" "sunshine" etc)

an idiom ("a snowball's chance" "if it smells like a duck...")

slang ("drinking the koolaid" "jonesing for some hooch" not to mention the literal endless amount of words dean uses to refer to killing - gank, waste, juice, ice, etc)

a metaphor ("power up your batteries" "fly me back to my page on the calendar")

a euphemism ("cloud seeding" "i'd have given you an hour alone with her first")

sarcasm (his habit of replying "peachy" or "super" when asked how he is)

wordplay (see: the entire "vampirate" and "werepire" debacles)

completely nonsensical (guessing what happened to a magical artifact: "it was dug up by tomb raiders? it was seized by the king of the dead by warlords?")

said at lightning speed - if you pay attention, dean actually talks a LOT, usually a mile a minute (this makes me feel a way when you recall him being nonverbal for a year at age 4 but that’s another post)

slang IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE (casual usage of “guano,” etc)

a lie, a deflection, a joke, etc

or worse, something dean’s NOT saying, deliberately, because he’s one of the most repressed people on earth

the end result of all this being:

dean winchester is utterly infuckingcomprehensible. 

think about this. there's an ENTIRE SECTION on EVERY SINGLE EPISODE PAGE of the spn wiki devoted to JUST explaining dean's pop culture references, because the average viewer won't have seen everything he's talking about either. they have a whole page for this called “hunter’s lingo,” but honestly, it’s not all hunters, just sam and dean’s fucking batshit communication style. even i don't understand dean half the time. SAM gets it, sam speaks it back to dean a lot in the early seasons, but that's because sam and dean are 1. practically two halves of the same person 2. FREAKS. every time we get an episode that involves outsider POV is devoted to them going "what the fuck is WRONG with them?"

enter castiel. technically speaking, the show implies that angels are omnilingual. castiel should understand every language known to man, but knowing the meaning of words doesn't help him understand the following:

pop culture references

references to real life phenomenon

nicknames

idioms

slang

metaphors

euphemisms

sarcasm

wordplay

you get the idea.

listen to me. look me in the eyes. castiel cannot understand a single fucking word that comes out of dean's mouth. my guy laid a hand on dean winchester in hell and immediately fell in love with him and has no fucking idea what he's talking about ever. because not only is dean winchester's way of speaking CLINICALLY insane, and sometimes incomprehensible even to other human beings who are not sam, castiel is an angel, and someone prone to taking things even more literally than other angels do

go back and watch and watch seasons 4-5 especially. the reason cas does so much squinting and head tilting is because every time dean opens his mouth castiel has to open up his mental "dean winchester dictionary" and translate entire paragraphs on the fly, because again, dean never shuts up!

what makes this extra hilarious to me is this gem:

this line is from 5.13. at this point cas has known dean for AN ENTIRE YEAR AND A HALF. what you see here is my guy SNAPPING. cas made an EFFORT in this scene. he asked who glenn close was. he's telling dean that he can't understand him. he is doing his level best to have a normal conversation with this guy he has a crush on and for the life of him he cannot do it (equal but opposite energy to cas blowing up the gas station and motel room in 4.01, tbh)

yes, cas can understand dean's tone. he can use context clues, and he usually gets the general idea. and when cas DOES understand dean's jokes, he laughs at them. the first time we ever see him smile is during their 4.07 heart-to-heart when dean says "it was a witch, not the tet offensive." since cas has knowledge of human history, he knows what the tet offensive is; he got the joke, and he laughed.

but as far as actual dialogue goes, he consistently struggles to keep up. even after metatron gives castiel the pop culture knowledge in season 9, cas struggles to put it to put it to proper use (dean: "you wanna just walk right into the death star?" cas: "what does a fictional battle station have to do with this?"). whenever he asks dean to clarify it's always when he’s most annoyed, like most of the time he knows it would be futile but he's too annoyed to care. (dean: "i don't know who's on first, what's on second!" cas: "what IS second???") i’m pretty sure he spends seasons 4-6 wanting to shake dean by the shoulders and ask him why he is LIKE THIS. 

it takes cas - who, again, is omnilingual - YEARS to begin to acclimate to dean’s speech and start speaking that language back to him. it's season 8 before we start really hearing him use slang, season 9 before he begins to understand wordplay, season 10 before he starts using pop culture references (to other angels, who immediately fail to understand him, which disappoints him immensely), and season 11 before he really gets into metaphors. i don't remember what season he started using "yeah" instead of "yes" but i do know it took a really damn long time. 

and honestly, i don't think cas truly got the hang of it until at least season 11-12. that's something like 7 or 8 YEARS. it’s more than half the time they’ve known each other at the point of the series finale. 

so what's true romance, fellas? it's falling completely and totally in love with the most inexplicable person you will ever meet in your whole 4.5 billion year life, even though you have yet to understand a single thing he's ever said to you. thank you for coming to my ted talk

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