#I can't be the only person who likes to write that

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Drabble List #13

75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.

"It's time to move on."

"There's no going back."

"Why do you care?"

"This could change everything."

"I need to know the truth."

"We can't give up hope."

"I knew it would come to this."

"They won't stop until they get what they want."

"I won't let you down."

"What are you waiting for?"

"I can't do this without you."

"We need to take a risk."

"How can I ever trust you again?"

"It's not too late to turn back."

"We need to act fast."

"This isn't about winning."

"What did you expect?"

"We need to find another way."

"How can you be so calm?"

"I won't let them hurt you."

"Why didn't you believe me?"

"This is our moment."

"I didn't know who else to turn to."

"We need to stay together."

"How did it come to this?"

"You're the only one who understands."

"We have to be ready for anything."

"I wish things were different."

"It's not as simple as it looks."

"What are we waiting for?"

"You think you know me, but you don't."

"It's not about what we want; it's about what we need."

"I've made mistakes, but this isn't one of them."

"Every choice comes with a consequence."

"I didn't ask for your opinion."

"We have to find another way."

"You're stronger than you realize."

"I can't keep doing this forever."

"What if everything we've been told is a lie?"

"I won't let fear control me."

"Why do you always have to be right?"

"There's no place I'd rather be than here with you."

"This isn't the life I imagined."

"We have to keep moving forward."

"No one said it would be easy."

"We can't let them get away with this."

"It's time to make a stand."

"I never thought it would end like this."

"Do you really believe that?"

"We can't change the past, but we can shape the future."

"I'm not as perfect as you think."

"This is the moment we've been waiting for."

"You can't hide from the truth."

"Everything is falling apart."

"We need to stick to the plan."

"I refuse to give up."

"They don't understand what we're capable of."

"This is just the beginning."

"I never wanted to hurt you."

"We're running out of options."

"This is bigger than both of us."

"I can't believe you did that."

"We're all in this together."

"You have to see it from my perspective."

"It's not as simple as black and white."

"We're fighting for something greater than ourselves."

"I didn't choose this path; it chose me."

"We have to be brave."

"You're not alone in this."

"This isn't a game."

"I didn't come this far to fail now."

"We can't let fear hold us back."

"I'm not the same person I used to be."

"This isn't about revenge."

"I believe in you."

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[prlssprfctn]

Jason, who starts gaslighting his family members by saying that All Blades were always a thing and that they just didn't take him seriously, once they found out about it.

Bruce, frustrated: If you yielded a magical sword in the past, I would know, Jaylad.

Jason: Jesus fucking Christ, I told you, I don't use it often, since it uses my soul. But I did mention that I have it!

Dick: You did not!

Jason: I said that Robin gives me magic! I said I *am* magic!

Bruce: That's—

Dick: But—

Bruce and Dick, turning to Damian helplessly: Your verdict?

Damian, who got already paid by Jason (price was two sneaked in rabbits): That's true. Mother said Todd had always had them. He only ever was sent to All Caste because he needed to be taught how to use it correctly. Didn't Dulcra say that you were the chosen one, Todd?

Jason, intentionally irritated: Exactly! Thank you.

The rest of the family: ●○●

Bruce, sitting in the Cave, in the middle of his 300th existential crisis: I— If Jason is the chosen one, was I technically wrong in our argument?

Dick: ...I can't believe that this is what takes you to accept that you were wrong, and not the fact that— Dunno, he is your son— And you kinda failed him—

Tim: On the more important note, should we call Jason Harry Potter now or something?

Stephanie, snickering: Jason... You are a wizard!

Bruce, sniffling: He did like these books as a child. Perhaps it was his way to try to tell us the truth.

Dick: Damn... Once we were arguing, and I told him that he had no magic... How foolish I was.

Jason, pressing phone to the shoulder, while cooking: ...And now they are staring at me, like I am about to do the whole Enchantix transformation, lol

Talia: I admit, that's amusing. Damian did a great job at supporting this circus.

Ra's voice on the background: Enchantix? What is it? Had that boy found ANOTHER magical device plot?!

Talia: ...Do you think I am too old to pull the same move you did on my father?

Jason: Nah, it is never too late to trick your dad. Get his ass.

Talia: You are absolutely correct.

Talia, screaming to Ra's: He did, father. It is related to the constant cycle of being brought back alive.

Jason, turning around to Damian, who is playing with rabbits on his couch: Prepare, little gremlin. You are about to testify falsely again, this time to your grandfather.

Damian, snorting: Two golden fish and one parrot.

Jason: I will warn your mother.

Tim, with Excel Chart open: Okay, so we figured out that he has All Blades, strange version of immortality, quick recovery thanks to Pit... What other magic Jason can have we don't know about it yet?

Cassandra: Cooking?

Stephanie: ...I think he is just a normal person, Cass.

Dick: NO, no, listen, it is one thing to cook normally, another to be trusted by Alfred.

Duke: ...You are reaching, guys. I think he is just a good chief.

Bruce: He always makes me laugh.

Tim: That's not— B, no one laughs, but you, so what kind of magic power is that?!

Duke: Listen, y'all, what if he sees ghosts?

Everyone: (pauses)

Stephanie, hitting Tim on the shoulder: WRITE IT DOWN, WRITE IT DOWN—

Tim: I am putting it in the "unclear" column, but good idea, dude.

Alfred, glancing at all of this sceptically: Dear Lord, this family is not your brightest soldiers...

[reiyaus]

fem reader intended | part two of this

fratboy! gojo who meets up with you after getting your contact info the other night, laptop prepared to explain the important of card trading.

fratboy! gojo who, for once, finds it fun to converse with someone other than his small circle of friends. he can't deny the fact he finds you cute when you get confused- not like he'll tell anyone. (more under cut!)

fratboy! gojo whose friends are starting to notice that he isn't partying as much as he did before, but instead, actually attending his classes. to say that they were surprised is an understatement.

fratboy! gojo who walks with you during breaks only to hear you talk, whether it be about pokémon or whatever. with you, he can escape the frat-party life and settle down into a mellow, drunk-free personality. sure he can do that with his friends, but it comes naturally when with you.

fratboy! gojo who sets up chill hangouts when he realizes you aren't as interested in loud environments as him. from walks in the parks, a 1-hour pottery session, or cafe hopping around town- you find yourself enjoying every second of it.

fratboy! gojo who introduces you to his friends, embarrassed when they mention how he'd turn off dnd just to check if you replied. you laugh, comparing him to a clingy dog (which he is) and he feels himself dying even more.

fratboy! gojo who decides that he wants to properly confess his feelings for you during the night of valentines. take you out like normal and bring out the gift he prepared in his trunk. simple, right?

fratboy! gojo who couldn't stop cheesing anytime you looked away, yet acting flustered whenever you noticed. in his mind, he was the greatest at hiding his emotions- but you knew right away that something was up. considering how he asked to match with you, on valentines day.

fratboy! gojo who brings you to a secluded part of the beach where you could see the stars clearly, and has to calm himself down before making a fool out of himself (like he hasn't already).

fratboy! gojo who starts off by bringing up the first day you met, chuckling at how he found quietude in the midst of a party.

fratboy! gojo who takes your hands in his so gently, smiling at how well yours molded together. with one hand holding yours, he reaches into the back of his car and brings out the small basket he made.

fratboy! gojo who filled the basket up with your favorite snacks, a box of high-quality trading cards, a bracelet, and most importantly, a multipage, hand-crafted letter. stuck onto the back, was a candid polaroid he took of you the first time you hung out. aka, the day he realized he loved you.

fratboy! gojo who stumbles across his words, unable to properly convey the script he had in mind. his worry took over him when you didn't respond to anything he said.

fratboy! gojo who pauses after hearing your laugh, and looks up to see the same eyes he fell in love with staring right at him with such adoration. you're smiling. and soon, he finds himself smiling even harder.

fratboy! gojo who has to stop himself from cheering when you formally accept his confession. going as far as to exit out the car to give you the warmest embrace. melting in your arms, he finally has all the reason to kiss you on the cheek.

boyfriend! gojo who slowly retires from the party-life (and possibly playboy), and while still remaining in his frat- he'd very much rather spend his nights with you in his arms.

restful and content, satoru couldn't have asked for a better way to meet you.

a/n: for that one person who wanted it to be platonic... im sorry [sweat]... NEXT TIME! i really want to write "intimacy with platonic!gojo" or any other jjk character. also ignore how i portrayed gojo as a playboy (kind of) in the first part, i lowk forgot abt that when writing pt 2

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[weloveluigi]

Why are people canceling Luigi Mangione (and why you shouldn't believe it)

This is a forewarning of impending LM drama

Context: Luigi Mangione, notoriously vouched for—by everyone—as a good and kind person, was spiraling mentally before going missing and changing his identity in 2024. He was in a lot of severe pain, suffered a failed surgery to repair his broken back, and underwent a traumatic event in Japan that involved either seeing a man die, or nearly die, in spite of his best attempts to get him help. He spoke about this and his mental health struggles at the time with a man named Gurwinder.

During that time, Luigi began to become nihilistic and posted a lot of frankly cringe rants on Twitter/x where he was unsurprisingly immediately dog piled on by redpill edgelords who treated him like shit and essentially bullied him off of Twitter/x for not being cruel or edgy enough to appease them. Luigi then deleted his edgy tweets from that time and never spoke to any of them again.

What's happening:

One of those guys who bullied Luigi on Twitter/x, Max/Minordissent—a bigoted, transphobic, racist misogynist, who openly uses the R slur and other hateful rhetoric—who has since stated he hopes Luigi Mangione gets the death penalty, is back.

He is now waiting until Luigi's trial the 21st of February so he can "leak DMs" supposedly showing Luigi Mangione's desperate attempts to have a friend wherein he alleges Luigi had reached out to him for friendship and they engaged in a hate filled conversation. He is hoping to 'expose Luigi as a bigoted person' despite minordissent being literally the exact kind of person he's trying to get Luigi canceled for being. The troll in question—assuming he hasn't faked the screenshots because he's a troll and who mind you, hates Luigi for "not being bigoted enough"— is hoping to throw a wrench at Luigi Mangione's case while his life is on the line, mid trial. He literally wants Luigi to die. He's hoping when he "leaks the DMs" people will stop supporting Luigi and offset the jury's opinions of him.

Minordissent thinks that it would be funny if this caused Luigi to ultimately lose his trial and eventually be killed through Capitol punishment. Which due to unprecedented terrorism charges could be by firing squad.

I want to remind you all:

There is no reason to believe anything Max/Minordissent says or screenshots because he's a troll. He's an unreliable character witness at best, and he's also a person of extremely low moral character.

To date, we only have screenshots of him arguing with Luigi, it's possible that at no point did Luigi even want to be this guy's friend, but was instead being harassed by him.

Don't let whatever these upcoming real or fake screenshots do or don't show, dictate whether you want Luigi Mangione to live or die. I know that internet drama can be "juicy" but this is a young man whose life is in your hands. A most likely innocent man who is facing the death penalty, for an alleged act of heroism no less.

If you want to know if Luigi is actually a bigot, write him a letter. Tell him about what you go through as a minority. Ask Luigi if those screenshots are real, if they depict how he currently feels, ask him if those thoughts have changed. Let him know it means a lot to you if he promises to change those beliefs.

Let the poor man speak for himself for once instead of just sentencing him to his literal death over whatever some nutjob on Twitter says. It's very possible Luigi, as a white, possibly straight man, at some point did say or believe something that is hateful. Help him grow and do better if that's the case. He's a human being. He can't get better if you kill him.

[avonsdrabbles]

I got Pride and Prejudice, voted that I've heard of it but haven't read it. But this feels like a perfect before bed ramble:

Was assigned and have read:

The Yellow Wallpaper (College) -- Hated, made me incredibly dissociative, especially when I had to read more about Split Personality Disorders

The Story of an Hour (College) -- Man, college was depressing.

Their Eyes Were Watching God (College) -- See above

The Monkey's Paw (College/High School) -- See above

Flowers for Algernon (High School/Middle) -- SEE ABOVE BUT THIS ONE ESPECIALLY

The Tell-Tale Heart (College/Middle/High School) -- Loved it

The Masque of the Red Death (College) -- Loved it

The Cask of Amontillado (College) -- Loved it

The Handmaid's Tale (College) -- Loathed it, burn it

The Crucible (High School) -- Meh

Brave New World (College) -- NICE A+ GOOD SHIT

A Midsummer Night's Dream (High School) -- I love Shakespeare

Esperanza Rising (Middle School) -- BURN IT

The Kite Runner (High School... x3 =_=) -- BURN IT HARDER

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (College) -- Meh

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (College) -- Meh???

Macbeth (College) -- Not bad!!! Love me Shakespeare

Hamlet (College) -- Also love Shakespeare

Romeo and Juliet (College) -- Loved it more teaching it, but still, loved

Was assigned and somewhat read:

1984 -- Boooooooooorrrriiiiiiinnnnnggggg

Frankenstein -- TBH Ran out of time, but wasn't bad

Read on my own:

The Hunger Games -- Pretty solid, disliked the further books but should reread it now

There Will Come Soft Rains -- RAY BRADBURY MY MAN

Where The Red Fern Grows -- Genuinely a really good novel

The Lottery -- OOOHOHOHO

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe -- Meh

A Christmas Carol (might've been assigned in MS but I read it long before then) -- TASTY CRUNCHY SHIT. EAT IT

The Hobbit -- I barely remember it

The Giver -- I just taught this like 2 months ago

Heard of but never read/gave up on:

To Kill a Mockingbird

Catcher in the Rye

The Picture of Dorian Gray

Fahrenheit 451

Jane Eyre

Wuthering Heights

Little Women

The Little Prince

The Great Gatsby -- Only read it because it was our theme for prom. Gave up quickly

Pride and Prejudice

The Metamorphosis

The Bell Jar

The Gift of the Maji

Heart of Darkness

Uncle Tom's Cabin

The Most Dangerous Game

Othello

Slaughterhouse Five

Ender's Game

The Old Man and the Sea

Catch-22

Crime and Punishment

Dracula

The Secret Garden

Watership Down

Speak

Invisible Man

Sense and Sensibility

The Color Purple

Beloved

The Importance of Being Earnest

A Tale of Two Cities

Island of the Blue Dolphins -- I wanna read it but I get dissociative when I pick it up

Death of a Salesman

Oedipus Rex

Number the Stars

The Scarlet Letter

The Road

Holes -- Ran out of time, was reading it to give a kid an alternative curriculum because his parents didn't want him to read about poverty. (Yeah. I.... yeah I didn't bother explaining)

Tuck Everlasting

A Wrinkle in Time

The Book Thief -- My mom tried to force me to read it, so I have... issues with this book.

Night

Charlotte's Web

Great Expectations

Oliver Twist

The Grapes of Wrath

Of Mice and Men -- Started to glance at it during student teaching, but no time to read it fully.

The Outsiders

The Lord of the Flies

The Alchemist

Animal Farm

Never heard of:

To The Lighthouse

Sweat

Woman Hollering Creek

Eleven

Araby

Carmilla

Heroes

Parable of the Sower

Kindred

Antigone

Seedfolks

The View from Saturday

Anthem

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

I have no idea (amnesia is a bitch):

The Storm (sounds like something my professor would've assigned me in my Feminist Writing class)

The Ones Who Walk Away From Orm..... (Can't read the full title but never heard of it I think)

Hills Like White Elephants (I... remember sitting down and reading this, but glancing at it, I have no memory of it beyond them drinking)

We Have Always Lived in the Ca... (Can't read this one either, but don't think I've seen that title)

From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs.... (Can't read)

I've created a list of 100 commonly-assigned texts (at least in the USA), based both on my own experience and what I've heard from friends. I included a mixture of stuff assigned in middle school, high school, and college. Spin the wheel here and answer:

Bonus: tell us what you thought in the tags!

Use your discretion for texts you started but didn't finish for whether you count it as "read" or not.

[lustlovehart]

Oh wow, the Modern! Monster! TWST AU is so good <3 Now I’m imagining how it would go down with the other dorms.

Influencer!Reader heading to the savanna to investigate rumours about an ancient cursed tomb. Exploring through the vast chambers of the tomb, they come across an elaborate sarcophagus. “I bet there’s hidden treasure inside.” Reader tries to open it to no avail. It’s too heavy. Kicks the lid half out of a genuine attempt to get it to budge and half out of frustration. The good news: it actually worked this time. The bad news: the lid didn’t so much budge from Reader’s kick as it did fly open through the actions of the occupant of said sarcophagus. Reader is now face to face with a pissed off mummy, glaring daggers at having his rest disturbed. Reader, with a smile frozen on their face, slowly backs away…and makes a run for it. Scooby-Doo esque chase scene ensues.

Chat: “Who’s the actor? Looks uncannily similar to depictions of that one dead prince I saw in history class. Kudos for research!”

Ahh, I love this interpretation for Savanclaws's version ( ˘ ³˘)♥ Since so many people enjoyed the Modern Monster!Twst, I do plan on writing the rest of them if people are still interested!

Cw: Mostly just Leona x Influencer!Reader, but the others are mentioned, Murder, Reader low-key flirts with Leona even though he just killed their friend

Maybe you go in there having set up a fake tomb, one with your friend stashed inside so you can coincidentally open the cover and have them pop out. When you enter and set your sights on the coffin, it looks a little different from when you last saw it... The gold trimming is more extravagant, and it looks a lot more expensive... Whatever, if anything, your friend must've been really set on making it as realistic as possible; it'll make the video even more believable!

Then, when you get to actually opening the damn thing... It won't open. You even put down the camera to get a better grip on the cover. No matter what you do it just won't budge...!

"Gosh... This is embarrassing..." You swore it was way easier to open this thing before. Then, you finally kick it! and nothing happens... "Damn it, what are you doing in there-!" before you can even say your friends name, the tomb shoots open, and you're met with a person.

He's wrapped in bandages, threaded with real gold, though blood and old age wear down the luxurious style. His eyes are covered with a faint glow of green behind the cloth. and... are those lion ears on his head...? they're pierced, which you didn't think animal ears could- Why does that matter?! He's looking at you with murder in his eyes-!

"What the hell are you doing?"

...

You slowly step back, picking up the camera and looking at the chat as you record him. It only serves to piss him off more.

"Raw"

"Till his bandages come off"

"He looks a lot like the prince from my history class. Good casting"

"Can I cast him as my groom? To like, my wedding."

Well, if you die, at least you have footage of a dead prince look alike...! You think...If your streaming career fails, maybe this is what makes you famous...?

He steps out of the coffin, tilting his head as his bandaged tail swings back and forth. If you could see his eyes, you're sure he would be glaring daggers at you. Actually, he probably is.

You're about to ask him if those ears and tails of his are real. Better yet, that you sorta had a film set up here. But then you look to your side, the tomb you originally set up propped on the wall.

Blood covers the prop, the lid tightly sealed. When you look back to the man, he laughs once, a flick of his hand opening the cover. Your friend, dressed as a mummy, all sign of life seemingly sucked clean from them.

...

Why do you keep killing all your friends!?

"You gonna end up like them?" You can sense the confidence in the mummy's answer, his feet slowly stepping closer to you before he's face to face at you. You're so shocked your body can't move, even when he places a hand on the nape of your neck, his mouth leaning in, slightly jarred. He's ready to suck all vitality from your body, but then he pauses. "Wait... you're-"

You break free from his grasp, tripping over nothing, and despite his deep voice shouting at you to stop, you don't. Even as your surroundings turn to sand, bandages emerging to grab hold of your limbs, you run.

Not without recording this epic chase, of course. If you don't, no one will see!

You're just about to make it when you trip over your own foot. You don't even have the chance to fall before he catches you, wrapping you all in his bandages.

Oh, come on! You already have to deal with ghosts, zombies, and a stitched up corpse in your own home. This too?!

No matter how hard you shake in the cloth, you can't break free. His hands reach out and pull you in, chest to chest. He looks at you like he's inspecting some fine treasure with a close eye, centimeters away from your face.

"You're that human Ruggie and Jack watch."

...

You should be freaked out that other monsters know you too, but... You can't help but feel flattered you're known in the monster community. Even if they're the things you fake hunt in your videos...

Well... fame is still fame.

You fall back in his arms, having the beast follow along. Your back hits the wall, both your chests still touching as the mummy cages you between his body and the sandstone.

"Tell me more." Despite the fact he could very easily suffocate you, whether with his hands or controlled bandages, you continue your ministrations. You look to the side, making contact with your camera lens that faces the two of you, recording the interaction.

Sometimes, it's good to change up your content.

... Little do you know, on the other side of that camera, your other diligent monster followers watch a Mummy Prince, that they know all too well, practically breathe in your scent. Well, that's not fair at all... It’s no matter, they can always just commission you to come to their haunted locations too :)

[our-trans-punk-experience]

SAY HER NAME

Elisa Rae Shupe [she/her] was found dead by suicide on Jan 27th in the VA parking garage (Elisa was a vet). Her body was discovered wrapped in a trans flag, and reporting on it was absolutely minimal. A few independent journalists or bloggers who knew Elisa in person have since reported on it and I will link these sources below as they are all that speaks on it.

She was the first person to recieve an X gender marker, and shortly before her death sent to be published a powerful letter that also serves as her suicide note. It will be linked below but I also wanted to write it out here for everyone to read:

"Fuck You America!

I don’t want your hatred. I don’t want the military decorations and medals you awarded me. I don’t want your pension money for my distinguished military service and service-connected disabilities. I don’t want your health care to treat the mental illnesses you caused. I don’t want more psychiatric ward commitments to keep me alive in a nation that I despise.

I don’t want to be buried in any of your state or national cemetery’s for veterans and military retirees. I don’t want to be buried anywhere on American soil. I don’t want any military honors or ceremonies to mark my death. I don’t want my ashes to be stored on American soil.

I want my ashes or remains to be spread or buried in international waters.

I don’t want your flag anywhere near my body, remains, or ashes.

I don’t want any members of my family other than my spouse to be on the vessel that disposes of my ashes or remains.

My death is not a surrender.

My death as a member of the third gender and transgender population does not mean you won. It solely marks the end of our association.

You are not the land of the free.

You are not a country getting made great again. Too much demonstrated hatred throughout your existence extinguishes any claim to previous greatness.

You are a cesspool of zealots that worship a god that does not and has not ever existed. Enjoy your new royal family and third world dictator. I refuse to participate any further.

Have that Nazi piece of shit Elon Musk and his DOGE henchmen deduct the savings from my $93,000 of federal pensions from your bankrupt coffers. The white man decimated and massacred the indigenous populations of the third gender on the lands now called America. It was only fitting that a white person restored it.

You cannot erase non-binary and transgender people because you give birth to more of us each day."

thats all I have to say really. It should be noted that searching Elisa by name will likely bring up multiple articles from when she was struggling with internalised transphobia in which she detransitioned and said some fairly harmful things. These articles are of course the most mainstream but it should be noted she later did retransition and renounced her earlier comments. Her final words are how she wants to be remembered.

[bear in mind this is an ongoing story with very limited coverage so don't be surprised that you can't find many sources, I'll link what there is. I will of course retract any information that is later proven to be false]

[bitchface24-7]

What if Viktor was more than a Yandere, he was a pervert with the reader, and the reader was a very oblivious person. Note: Viktor and the reader are not in a relationship, and the reader only sees him as a friend.What could possibly happen? To our innocent and oblivious reader...

THE PERVERTED GENTLEMAN - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: you and Viktor have been friends for as long as you can remember. You used to have the biggest crush on him, but you realized he'd never like you back; always so focused on his work. So you let the feelings go, but a teeny tiny bit is still there. Viktor's a total gentleman, you wouldn't think so if you knew what was going on inside his head…

warnings: perverted!viktor, obsessive!viktor, yandere tendencies, stealing items, lack of personal space, oblivious!reader, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. I know it was said R only sees V as a friend but c'mon… if I was his friend id have a massive crush on him, and I assume ppl who read this got a crush on him as well. So we had a crush on him in the past in this, and still hold a sweet spot for him

You and Viktor have been friends for as long as you can remember. You always stuck by one another, like you were glued at the hip. You two were together for every milestone.

Obviously Viktor was a cute kid, and he grew into a very pretty teen, into a handsome man. You had the biggest crush on him growing up, you'd write about him in your diary like a lovesick fool in those romance novels you'd read. Eventually, when you hit your mid-twenties, the crush faded. You still hold a tremendous soft spot for him, the crush lingering in the back of your mind, but you'll never act on it.

Viktor's a man of science, married to his work. If you can't have him romantically, you'll make damn sure you can keep him platonically.

If only you had the ability to look inside his mind. Read his thoughts and opinions. You can read him incredibly well, but his mind is a puzzle you're aching to solve.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Viktor has loved you since he understood the concept of love.

You're his person, you always have been. When other kids ignored or made fun of Viktor, you stood up and fought back. You kept him company, you were interested in his contraptions. You’re perfect.

Not to mention how wonderful you are as a person. How beautiful. A cute kid, a pretty teen, a stunning adult.

Viktor has always been possessive over you. His hands on your shoulder, your back, your waist, your hips. Sharing a bed to sleep, sharing clothes, gifting you items to wear. His favourite one is a necklace with a V charm on it. You never take it off, and it makes Viktor smirk every time he sees it on you.

He has swippy hands. Items he’s… borrowed and never plans to return. A shirt here, a half-full bottle of your favourite fragrance, hair ties, chapstick, his most cherished item is a pair of your underwear. It’s soft, black, and cozy. One day you came over after a rainstorm and Viktor insisted you shower, as to not get a cold. He put your clothes in the dryer and fibbed that… the undies got lost. So he gave you a pair of boxers to wear instead.

You didn’t question him, didn’t even think he may be a dirty little pervert that stole your undergarment. You just smiled and took the boxers without any hesitation.

Viktor’s wanted you for what seems like a millennia. You’re in his thoughts, his dreams, his fantasies. If he’s not working, he’s thinking of you. It infuriates him.

Everything comes to a head when Viktor comes over to you house one day, and snoops in your room, finding your old diary.

Pages upon pages of unconditional love and lust is poured out into the book. Viktor feels his heart racing as he reads more and more of your love and untameable lust regarding him.

He doesn’t stop reading when he hears you enter the room and gasp. He doesn’t stop reading when you start to plead with him to give the diary back.

He just casually closes the book when he’s done and looks at you with a smirk.

He sees you gulp as you look down, unable to look him in the eye.

He feels like a spider who finally got their prey into their web.

Viktor’s gonna fulfill his fantasies, and he’s gonna make sure it ruins you for anyone else.

You are his after all.

🙏🙏🙏

He’d be one of the only men I’d be okay with perving on me. If he asks nicely, I’ll even pose for him ❤️

[tallysgreatestfan]

But the scariest thing about it is when women end up spreading the exact same misogynist mindset, but carefully formulated in a way that makes it sound progressive at first glance.

Saw person I rebloged this from already mention her before, rightfully so, but for example someone like withcindy, who very openly has a massive superiority complex over these cringe, immature, stupid hetero booktok smut girlies, to the point of labeling one of her videos "[booktok smut book] makes me wish women didn't have rights" (but totally joking of course, its not misogyny, it is just a joke, can't you take a joke?). But she also learned to frame that as intersectional feminism. Sure, she is so snarky tm over weird euphemisms for penises, but most of the time, she talks about the writing style or the relationship structures or the plot being unfeminist, or there isn't enough progressive meaning in this book meant for quick fun, or something is heteronormative or eurocentric. And she does come across as someone genuinely caring for intersectional feminism since these mocking of booktok cringe isn't the only kind of book reviews she does, but also more literary and more substantial books, too.

That is such an insidious tactic you absolutely need to be aware of. People weaponizing social justice language and their minority status to be misogynist, or bigoted in some other way, and then framing that as activism.

Also doesn't even stops with smut, she also is positively gleeful to sneer about oh so cringe, shallow teen girl movies (always only teen girl movies) and how stupid the teen girls liking these are. In a totally feminist way, of course.

Not even sure if women like that comprehend how bigoted they are and just do it for the quick buck, or genuinely think their behavior is activism.

seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors

[tinysheepcrusade]

Only Her

Sevika X Female Reader

Summary: You are the newest addition to the brothel in Zaun. After a few weeks of boring sex work you're the next victim of Silcos right-hand woman, Sevika. Will you make it through the night unphased or fumble under her cold touch?

Content Warning: Smut, Dom Sevika, Teasing, Squirting, Brothel (SexWork), Strap On, Rough Sex, Biting, Almost Hate Sex.

Notes: This is a repost, apparently the last one had an error where it restarted halfway in the fic, hopefully this one doesn't have the same error. Google docs copy function does this sometimes.

New Note: Should I write a part two for this? I have some ideas bouncing around but I'm not sure if I should use em???

If you prefer to read on aO3 here you are - link

The eye roll you give your manager could kill a grown man. You don't mean to, it was just a reflex as she went on and on about a special customer coming tonight. 

“Roll those pretty eyes if you want to but they're back from their trip and that's when they storm their way in here riled up.”

“That's great and all Miss Babette but you don't even know who he's going to go for, if he’s a regular shouldn't he have one specific girl he comes for each time? Or is he a girl hopper?” Babette, as gentle as ever, helps you clasp your necklace. You'd only been a brothel worker for two weeks now and you were over the nervous jitters. It was almost the same routine every night with these pathetic men. “It stopped being scary once you realized they only last about two minutes on a good day, and more than half probably don't even know what or where the clit is.” Your tone is bored yet and still Babette is giving you a look you can't place. It's almost worry, you think. 

The older woman grabs your chin. “You've already made your first mistake-” she shakes her head. “-this customer isn't a he, they're a she.”

You shrug, still unphased, “Okay so if they pick me-”

“When.” She corrects.”And when she comes in call me over. Don't do anything to get yourself into trouble with someone like that in the time it takes me to walk over to you.”

“You can't just assume she's going to pick me!” You giggle. Waving over your coworker you ask them about this mystery customer. “Matilda, Miss Babette here has a mystery customer coming in, apparently she's run through each and every girl here. If that's true then just tell me is she bad enough to warrant this speech I'm being given?”

Matilda looks at Babette, her eyes going wide. “Oh…. Sevika's back?” The words make every girl in the dressing room freeze for a split second before they all begin to rush out the door to their sections. All before Babette had even confirmed it. 

Your manager nods at the only woman brave enough not to scatter. “I don't even have any advice to give you darling besides good luck.” Matilda gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I would say maybe she won't notice there's a new girl but none of us have escaped at least one night with Sevika.”

“Oh please guys this has gotta be some sort of prank.” You stand up, becoming a bit perturbed by them acting as if this customer was some sort of evil cryptid. “I'm heading to the door to greet, see you later.” 

You scamper off in your heels and don't hear the mumble your friend says to the manager. “She's toast.”

~~

The night is painfully slow. You spend most of your time directing the customers to the corresponding room of the woman of their choice. A few attempt to request you but per your managers instructions you have to wait until this Sevika person comes through and picks her poison. It almost makes you mad thinking of the money being passed up, though not having to worry about getting a strangers dick wet was always nice. 

You stare at the ledger that's keeping track of customers. You're halfway there to fully zoning out, tempted to request cleaning or working the stripper pole instead of this. The only thing that shocks you out is the door slamming closed. You fly into autopilot, smiling and batting your eyelashes at the woman who just walked in. “Good evening love bug, may I get a name, and then I'll help you find whatever pleasure you are searching for~”

She flashes you a grin. Taking her cigar out and blowing the smoke off to the side. “Names Sevika.

You immediately have to bite back any and all remarks that pop up. Writing her name in the book you do as you were told and call over Babette who rushes over to take the reigns. Their conversation seems to be nothing more than pleasantries so you turn to walk off.

“And where does gorgeous think she's going?” 

You almost don't stop at Sevika's words, assuming she was speaking about someone else. If it hadn't been for Babette grabbing your hand you'd have gone off to clean. 

“Apologies Sevika, Y/N is still new.” 

You raise an eyebrow at your boss in confusion. “I thought you'd want me to go check the vip room to make sure it's stocked before Miss Sevika and her pick entered, that is normally the protocol.” 

“That is normally the protocol when you aren't the woman being picked, we already checked the room for you two.”

“With all due respect Babette, Sevika here hasn't requested me and I figured it rude to assume.”

Babette hisses out your name. Her signature sign to subtly tell you that you were on thin ice. You once again must swallow your nature to argue. Bowing in submission you look Sevika in her eyes. “Miss Babette is right I am still new, am I who you'd like tonight?”

Sevika’s eyes flicker between you and your boss. Amusement twinkling bright within them. “Kind of cruel to not warn her even a little about me, Im sure I've got a reputation of some sort.”

Babette closes her eyes and shakes her head “We tried to warn her, she’s  just a bit… thick-skulled.” 

“I am not thick skulled I simply think I should get to make up my own mind on who you are based on the choices you make and not on some silly rumors or past actions I didn't get to see with my own two eyes.” You're still in bowing position, glare burning holes into the ground. Words flow out your mouth quicker than you could stop them.

“Y/N-” Babette challenges. “Miss Sevika are you sure you want to deal with her tonight?”

Sevika breaks the tension between you and Babette, walking up to you and grabbing your hand. She pulls you not so delicately towards her own body making you almost stumble straight into her chest. She stabilizes you last minute grabbing your chin. “It's sweet you want to give people the benefit of the doubt but I'm exactly the bully they say I am.” Her other hand feels unnaturally cold as she runs it down your back and over your ass, you can't control the full body shiver that comes from you. “Don't worry Babette it seems like you need someone to break her in a little.” Sevika picks you up throwing you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “She's so pretty. I imagine these men probably do whatever she wants them to all the time, I'll show her how to behave.” Sevika shamelessly slaps your ass making you yelp. Making her way up the stairs with you attempting to keep whatever little dignity you had left while being absolutely manhandled.

~~

The sound of Sevika locking the door behind her makes your stomach turn a little. You don't have time to focus on that because next thing you know you're being tossed onto the master bed gracelessly.

You sit up fast, glaring at Sevika. “ I do not need anyone's help and I surely don't need to be broken down, I have every right to defend myself when I'm in the right.”

Sevika just stares at you silently. Her eyes roam all over your body in such a way you feel almost naked yet the anger flooding your veins is overriding any bashfulness you might have had in this moment. “And WHY would you want to have the reputation of being mean to the new girls? I was trying to defend you even before I knew anything about who you were.”

“That's your mistake. I didn't ask for your help.”

“Oh please if you were really so bad as they say you are you'd be banned from stepping foot into this building, which means whatever honorless predator they say you are isn't true.” You make sure to never break eye contact with her. She may be twice your size physically but you weren't about to be made to feel small. “I think your all bark no bite isn't that right Sevika?” You smile up at her, “So what'll it be, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?” You go to reach into the drawer filled with sex toys but freeze when you hear laughter.

Sevika looks thoroughly amused, almost a little crazed as she gets in the bed with you. Without even noticing it, you're backing up. That doesn't last long though because as soon as she notices she grabs your ankle and yanks you back into the perfect position to pin you down. It's only now that she's got you trapped with only one hand holding both wrists that you realized her entire arm is mechanical. You want to spend time observing it but she won't be quiet, won't stop egging you on, your eyes flit back to her face.

“Y/N was it?” She asks. Leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You might wanna stop digging the hole you're in, I've never had a woman speak to me in the way you just did.” She kisses your chin and slowly down your neck. “And here I was thinking I was gonna go easy on you cause you just look so fragile, almost too good to ruin……almost.”

Just the kisses on your neck was a lot to process. You decide to blame it on the fact you were already so worked up. It wasn't normal for any client to actually spend time pampering you. “Sevika I don't need you to do this, there really is no shame in just telling me how you want-ah!”

The lunatic was sucking rough on your neck now. There were sure to be some kind of hickey or bruise left over. “Ya know dollface I'm trying to decide if I should tie you up or just show you how easy it is for me to keep you down with one hand.”

“Kinda hng- kinda cheating if the hand you're using is metal, who wouldn't be able to hold a person down with an arm like that.”

She lets go, only to switch to her real arm holding you down. You curse in your head seeing how even when that metal arm wasn't touching you she still had you completely useless underneath her. Immediately you try to resist yet you are still subdued by one very muscular arm. “What nothing to say to that?”

Rolling your eyes you are growing tired of this quickly. “Wasting time trying to pretend you're a top, Sevi?”

“Says the woman squirming underneath me.”

“You put your teeth on me who wouldn't make a few noises at that!” You spit back.

“Oh Y/N you really gonna make this so much harder than it has to be.” Her other arm comes to the top of your one piece pulling it down to expose your chest.

“I am not being the difficult one, my job is to bring you pleasure and you won't just spit out what you really want, you think I'm going to believe you come here and blow hundreds of dollars just so you can finger me real good then leave?” You scoff, utterly unconvinced. “You’re just like the men who ask me ‘Do you like that?’ as they massage a spot that's thirty damn feet away from my clit.”

Sevika actually snorts at that. “Alright Y/N, yeah you got me, im here to use you. Since you wanna know so bad what gets me off then I'll tell you-” She slides her arm up your skirt and into your panties, slowly sliding two fingers over your cunt and landing only slightly away from the hood of your clit. She leans down and licks the bit of sweat that's materialized on your neck all the way up to your ear. “Nothing turns me on more than breaking down pretty brats like you by putting them through the fucking mattress.”

Her fingers land directly on your sweet spot making you choke. You search her face for signs that she's just trying to pick with you but this is the most sincere she's seemed all night. Pleasure and worry mix in your gut, you try to reverse your hips back not wanting to give into what she's demanding but she doesn't let you run. She tuts at you leaning down to take one nipple in her mouth. It's maddening the way she toys with the jewelry switching back and forth until both of your nips are hard. You’re fighting back panting, deciding to bite your lip and force silence. You can't remember the last client that actually made you feel an inch of pleasure. You were at a loss furrowing your brows together you refused to look at her, opting to pretend you were somewhere else.

“Open your eyes, it's one of your few good traits.”

“Oh screw-” your sassy response is interrupted by the palm of her hand landing a clean slap directly to your cunt. The response you have is out of your control, writhing in pleasure and pain your legs attempt to snap close anything to stop her from doing it again, but then you recognize she doesn't need to do it again she's already got exactly what she wanted from that.

“Look at the mess you've made from barely being played with?” She flashes her palm at you and it's covered in your essence. Slick running down her hand she goes in for a long lick letting a filthy deep groan out. “You taste as good as you look Y/N.” Once she's sure you're watching she closes her eyes and becomes consumed with tasting the fruit of her labor. “I’d let you taste but I don't think you deserve something so sweet with that rotten personality of yours.” Her last suck is exaggerated. Three of her fingers slowly slide out her mouth, saliva trail following them. “Well maybe-” she slowly brings her fingers to your mouth and desperately you surge forward to try and get a taste of her but as soon as you do you’re met with her taking your thigh and hitching it up on her hip as the three fingers push into your pussy and begin vibrating.

When you wail and arch up into her she hums in approval. “Oh yeah, there we go.” Sevika’s fingers are so long, she's hitting a place in you that you aren't accustomed to. You wanna fight it, fight her, but all you can do is wrap your fingers into the bedsheets and fuck up against her. “Enjoying my fingers I see, what'll you do if I really fuck you.”

“S-shut up!” The command comes out as a squeal. “Vibrating metal fingers what kind of…” your brain starts to blank. You shake your head back in forth trying to remember the words. “What kind of sadistic pervert do you have to be to even think of this.”

A sensation you've never felt before washes over you, immediately you try to close your legs and continue complaining. “Sevika be serious for a moment I feel off, let me go I need a moment.”

The woman's eyes show her confusion and then light up. “Oh my God you've gotta be joking, a sex worker who's never-” she trails off. You can see the gears turning in her head. “You aren't going anywhere, I have something to show you, something to prove.” She growls into your ear.

All you can do is take it. No amount of fighting it eased the intensity or frees you from her claws.

Sevika hums, ignoring you for a while in favor of working you up. She's staring into your soul enjoying every second of the active meltdown she was sending you into. “Are you getting it now? Your coworkers were right about me, you just accidentally admitted you were wrong.”

Only every other word is processed through your brain. Hips jerking up into her hand. The tightening in your stomach is undeniable. It’s been so long since you've cared to cum at all. Sex being your job had made it so much less interesting until this very moment when Sevika was dragging an orgasm out of you one way or another.

“I'm-pl-no I'm not gonna-” you swallow down the urge to beg. “Shit oh!” You arch so high it's almost painful. An incoherent squeal leaves your lips while she works you down from your high. Your eyes are once again squeezed shut and you don't open them again until you hear her meddling around in the drawer. You see her fixing a harness around her and immediately go into negotiation mode.

“Sevika, hunny, I don't think I can handle anymore that was intense and….” You're struggling to come up with the words to deter her. From just the glance she throws your way, you both know you can absolutely handle more physically but the embarrassment of being the only one fully naked, soaking wet, and near tears at the pleasure after all the mouthing off you did earlier, now that might kill you.

The smile she flashes at you says it all but still, she rubs it in “What's wrong baby? You look so good like this all messy underneath me. I'm all bark no bite right? so what's got you acting like my touch might burn you?”

“I am not!” You cry out. Your will to fight is being broken down little by little. “Who wouldn't cum after what you've done to me! It's only natural-”

She sticks her fingers in your mouth and without even thinking you start cleaning them off. Sucking them the way you know people like, normally it's you making people melt beneath you but you've finally met your match. “You're right about one single thing, for a slut like you this is natural~”

Sevika reaches into the bag she brought and the dildo attachment she pulls out makes your eyes widen. You try to pull back, to protest the size, to wiggle away but she's already accounted for all those reactions. She grabs your ankles pushing them near your head, not used to this position you groan at the feeling.

“Aw Y/N did just the stretch of your legs feel good right there? Your gonna love what I've got in store for you.”

“No, no, there's no way that's going to fit inside me, find someone else to torture with ah~” Your body betrays you, bucking up against the toy when she rubs it through your cunt to gather the wetness. Pure panic hits you and the next words tumble out so fast you can't stop it. “Sevika-” you try giving her puppy dog eyes. “Sevika I apologize.”

“HA!” the sound she lets out is so demeaning. “I think this is about something completely different than what you are crying about, maybe if you spit it out I'll go easy on you, hmm?”

Shit. You know she's beginning to read you like a book and yet you still try to talk your way out of this. “No I'm just intimidated by the size that's all I don't-”

Her other hand wraps itself around your throat, cutting off your lie. “A little bit ago you started whining and begged so pathetically for your freedom, you looked so so panicked, has no one ever made you squirt before? Better yet has anyone ever touched your g-spot before me because all I did was graze it and you fell apart at the seams.”

Fuck.

“Sevika I think-”

“No, you don't.” She smiles in response to the wicked glare you shoot her way.

“I THINK- you could find a woman who will do this for you for free, you are burning money for no reason.”

“Aw concerned for my well-being?”

You truthfully couldn't care less why she's doing what she's doing right now. She's paying to wreck you and all you can really do to keep a little composure is bicker with her. “I'm concerned about your brain it must be fried! You think I've gotten this far in life and never squirted?! I simply don't enjoy it…”

The look Sevika gives you lets you know that she knows you are full of shit. Though this time she doesn't roll her eyes, she starts rubbing little circles on your thighs soothing the small ache trying to take hold. “Ohhhh~” Her hands leave your neck and thigh, helping you sit up. For two seconds you think you've won and successfully baited her into not destroying you with her dick.

Until she picks you up and pins you against the door.

Her hands lift you up by your ass meaning your feet aren't on the ground anymore. The wind is almost knocked out of you and she smirks watching your naked breast heave, trying to get air back.

“Damnit Sevika!” It comes out strangled and strained. “I just said-”

“Oh, I heard you angel…I'm gonna abide by your wishes don't worry.” Her hands keep you spread out. Using the cum already coating your pussy, she makes sure her dildo is well lubricated. Truthfully you didn't even know being this wet was something you were capable of but you’d be damned if you addmited that to her. “Loud and clear” Sevika slowly inches into you choosing to watch your face contort as she maliciously complies with your story. Only the tip is in when she pulls back out slowly. Her hips are barely moving and you slowly deduce what this is.

“I wonder what I did to make God send me such a malicious woman to my bed, ah-fuck!-”

She only gives you one satisfying thrust to shut you up, then she's back to being a bully.

You look up at her through your eyelashes. She's clearly gonna keep you here, keep gently pushing your buttons until you malfunction. You fear with how lightly she's rubbing your clit she's willing to spend all night here in bed until you squeal. Until you beg for her to properly breed you.

After only a few minutes you can't take it anymore. You push your hips up, forcing the toy almost halfway inside you. Even that feels more rewarding than whatever crumbs she was giving you. It's short lived of course as she pulls out.

“Now Y/N what was that?” Quirking an eyebrow she's clearly holding back a smile. “You just bitched about not wanting me to touch your g spot or make you squirt, So stop moving and behave. Let me use you like a pocket pussy.”

Fuck Sevika. No matter what you did she was always quick to one-up you. You’re ready to crash out on this woman but a solution comes to mind. “Well you are right I don't like it but I don't want you to take all night to bust so I'll take it quietly if I must.” Crossing your arms you toot your nose up, she may fuck the pride and respect out your body but she could never take your spite.

“Aw” Sevika coos. “For me? You shouldn't have-” She fixes your position then thrusts till her hips connect with yours. She pulls out a few more times then slams back in every time. “You really shouldn't have.”

The woman sets a fast, hard pace. That wretched toy is so big you can not only feel the tip hit your stomach but see the bulge. Your hand goes down to push at Sevika's hips but because of the difference in your two strengths, she pays it no mind. Once again she's beating up your pussy and your left slackjawed and crying. Her dick thrust into the deepest most sensitive part of you over and over. There's nothing you can do now, you know you'll be clowned tomorrow for the way your wailing right now but it can't be helped. The cheap walls rattled with every push of her hips. No matter how much you tried to deny her your body is always honest. Say you don't like it but your pretty pussy is clenching so sweetly around the toy.

Around her.

“Oh Y/N the way your tits bounce is worth every penny I spent tonight. Sevika decides to look down to where you’re joined. Biting her lip she slows down to grind into your cunt staring shamelessly at your body. “Almost forgot about her~” Mechanical fingers come to caress your clit. Almost immediately that feeling takes hold in your tummy again and it's mind-numbingly intense. Your pitiful writhing is enough of a sign to know that you're racing toward your edge. Her real arm on your behind is single-handly keeping you up, she squeezes your ass hard before taunting. “Nothing else to say Y/N?”

All you know is pleasure right now. All you know is Sevika. You would be so disappointed in yourself later for melting like an ice cream cone in the summer heat in front of a woman like her but right now you were being reduced to a whiney bottom who wanted special treatment.

“Vika….please kiss me?”

Sevika froze for just a moment, confused by the sudden intimacy between you two. Normally she would shoot you down but God were you so damn gorgeous, your hair was a mess, lips swollen, makeup smudged, and still you were the best looking woman she's ever seen. She decides to indulge you and honestly herself too. Something switches in her brain when your kiss taste like cherry lipgloss Sevika sucks on your tongue not letting you retreat until she's had her fill. “Better Y/N?”

“So much better! So good! Gonna…I'm gonna make a mess if you don't stop Vika.” It's inevitable now. You were already leaking onto the damn floor, “Vika permission to cum? I want you to unh- want you to tell me I can mmm wanna be your good girl!”

Sevika considers being cruel, especially since you were being a brat the entire night and now that she had you about to blow you wanna act right but your angelic voice and tiny tears accumulating in the corner of your eyes were enough to stop her. “You don't deserve it but I'm so gracious that I'll give it to ya~”

That's all it takes, thank you is all you can get out before it turns to mindless moaning. Your hips jerk uncontrollably as you splash Sevika's pants, shirt, and even her face. Your hands are tangled in her hair and the tension makes Sevika groan. She wastes no time wiping the cum into her mouth and letting out a noise fit for the filthiest of porns. The mess you are making is all she could ask for and more. A model material girl all messed up like this because of her? Life couldn't be any sweeter. The cherry on top was how defiant you started out as only to crumple like a wet napkin.

Sevika surprisingly carried your princess style back to the bed, finding a dry area to lay you down. “Listen I'm not much for aftercare…” she trails off awkwardly.

Exhausted, you giggle. “That's okay Sevika you can go, I'm a big girl and I imagine there's other customers I have to deal with.”

Sevika returns to her grumpy face. “Can you even walk right now?” Annoyance clear in her voice. “Stop acting tough.” She shakes her head gray eyes rolling for the millionth time that night. “You seem damn near delirious”

You waved her off, pushing up on your elbows to look at her. “Well your times about up so you have to leave regardless, I'll just take a female client first until I regain my strength. “Would you like me to see you to the front door Sevika?”

For a reason she can't place you were pissing her off. “If you get up I'll make you regret it.” She pokes a finger at your chest. “I'll be back and you better be in the exact same spot Y/N.” With that, she nearly rushes out of the room. About 15 minutes later she's back and silently gets into bed with you.

“Sevika you gotta go and I gotta get back to work! Lets-”

She pulls you by the waist against her chest. “No.”

You are so tired but resist dozing off until she speaks up. “The room and you are mine till the morning sun comes up. Now go to sleep I can tell you need it badly.”

There's no energy left to actually tease her and it's nothing but a fleeting thought. You fall asleep peacefully for the first time in weeks.

[allfearstofallto]

TW: Yandere! x Reader, super super toxic relationship

I don't write for Yandere! Wanderer much, but-

He's the type to play with your trust. He can no longer isolate and restrain you physically, not like how Scaramouche could, so he has to do it psychologically.

Your friends aren't your friends, he hammers that idea into your mind until it takes root in your skull. He's the only one who truly cares about you. Nimble fingers will be gently stroking the skin of your cheek as speaks these words to you as casually as he'd say the weather, until they become the truth in your heart. Until they become the truth in reality. Until everyone you know distances themselves, slowly, but surely, and proves him right, once again.

You don't need anyone but him, he'll assure you. Wanderer doesn't tell you much about himself, but actions speak louder than words. He's smart and capable. He's calm and collected. He's a good listener and gives even better advice when he actually does decide to speak. So why are you outsourcing your needs to anyone else, when he's right there? There's no one better than him. His words may be a little snarky and expressions harsh, but can't you see how soft he is around you? Only you and no one else.

You cannot live without him, he tells you while holding your shaking, sobbing form in his arms. All those fears, plights, and struggles that you told to him in good conscious, every part of yourself that you lacked confidence in, it'll all be tossed back in your face. Not to harm you though. Of course not. No. Never. It would pain him more in his mechanical heart to be the reason for your self doubt. But to tell you that he's the only one who will ever love you, flaws and all. Those things about yourself that you hate to the point of depression, he likes them. Those miniscule flaws and perceived faults, nonsense in his eyes. And Wanderer is the only person who would truly accept you for who you are.

We only have each other. You nod in agreement at this. Cupping his face in your hands, you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, watching as he sinks into the feeling of your touch. Long eyelashes fluttering closed, he kisses your palms with a tenderness that only you have the luxury of experiencing. When he meets your gaze again with those deep blue eyes, you feel yourself shiver. Was it love or fear that was causing you to faulter from the way he looked upon you? You couldn't tell. Both emotions had collided together so perfectly inside yourself that you weren't sure if you could feel one, without the other following close after.

"No one will ever love you the way I do,"

[randomshyperson]

hello!! I hope you are well. May I add a request to the “touch ask” game? Wanda-Touch-25? Please and thank you. Maybe as a continuation of Wanda and Kryptonian reader?This pairing of my new favourite and you write it so beautifully.

thanks for everything!

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Drabbles

prompt: stroking the other's arm soothingly | words: 1123 | warnings: fluff, violence (?), previously agreed mind control, some touching but nothing inappropriate (the Avengers would disagree ofc).

-&- 

Kryptonians had indestructible and invulnerable bodies. They were bulletproof, heatproof, or coldproof. You could probably out-strength gods like Thor or radioactive monsters like the Hulk.

But magic? Well, that was different.

Somehow, magic could break through every biological barrier in your body and bring you to your knees.

That was precisely why Natasha Romanoff always had Wanda as your training partner.

"Come on, guys, no slacking off. I want four sequences, everyone." The widow announced with a warning clap, while the entire team groaned in unison. Even the super soldiers present had some difficulty completing the demanding exercises of a black widow. 

You were moving to grab your training gloves for the exercise circuit when Natasha called your name. "Not so fast, little alien. You and Maximoff, mat." 

Wanda smiled contentedly at the same time you sighed in discouragement, just as the team got excited and started whistling. See, you were indestructible. Watching you get your ass kicked every now and then was everyone's favorite pastime there. Ignoring Natasha's smirk as you passed her, you tried to stay positive about the whole thing. At least you were working on your humility with your favorite person in the world. 

"I'll go easy on you." Wanda assured you, already on the mat, hands in a fighting position. You chuckle, imitating her defensive stance, even though it wouldn't make any difference. 

"As if."

Truth be told, you're the one who always goes easy on her. Wanda has the magical advantage, of course, but that's it. If you wanted, you could use your speed to easily immobilize her. But the risk of hurting her small human body - a caution you don't need to take with fellow gods or augmented beings - is too high.

So the most you can guarantee to make her training difficult is to dodge her energy attacks, until she loses her patience and stops acting like a sniper, and starts acting like a real witch.

You stumble gently as you feel the familiar invasion. It's like being intoxicated. Wanda is always gentle when she does this. She's learned to hone her mind control very well, without having to reduce her opponents to babbling versions of pure panic. Now, she can enchant them like a mermaid, or perhaps, she only chooses to do it this way with you.

The gym around you becomes a little blurry, and all you see clearly is her, smiling victoriously at you.

"Ready to call it a defeat? Or do you want me to kick your ass a little longer?" She teases as she takes slow steps towards you. It's an illusion, of course, you're sure she hasn't even moved a muscle in reality, and all of this shouldn't have taken more than a second.

You chuckle weakly. This kind of thing has been getting more and more dangerous. Keeping secrets from someone who occasionally plays with your mind is very difficult. Wanda taught you to stay calm in these situations, but all you can do is remind yourself that you're keeping your feelings buried, away from her, and you start to despair.

She notices your anxiety, and the confidence disappears from her expression.

"Hey, are you alright?" She asks, maybe this time, her footsteps towards you were real. You're panicked enough that you can't tell the difference.

Freaking out during a mind control is stupid. And even worse for someone who has powers like yours. Wanda gets close enough to touch your face, and you remember last week when you accidentally saw too much skin when she changed clothes in your room. The shame and guilt return, and you pull away, terrified that she will be able to see that memory.

Your panic in that vulnerable state stimulates your powers, and Wanda exclaims in surprise when the beam of your heat vision advances and grazes near her head. Her fright interrupts the magic, and your release is immediate when Wanda hits your shoulder with a strong magical expel, which throws you about three steps back.

Natasha crosses her arms in disapproval and all the Avengers are looking at you two, while a new hole in the ceiling of the academy appears.

"What the hell you two! What did I tell you about mind tricks?" The black Widow inquires in disapproval, but Wanda is rushing to your support, concern on her features.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You interrupt her with "I'm fine, don't worry" forcing a small smile. As you try to lift your torso correctly and raise your arm to touch her, you groan in pain and Wanda's eyes widen, as does the whole team. At the feeling, you end up chuckling a little breathlessly. "Wow, that's... surprising. Looks like you set a new record here, Wands. First person to make me feel muscle pain." The team laughs at the joke, but Wanda isn't very happy about it. Natasha forgets about the scolding because she's too interested in discussing with Steve the progress of the two of you in training, and well, you get too distracted with Wanda caressing your arms in an attempt to ease the pain. 

"Is it really that bad?" She asks with a worried frown. She must be feeling guilty enough not to realize what she's doing - how she’s touching you.

You try not to be so pathetic, it's an innocent gesture, but maybe it's too gentle or too warm to ignore. She strokes your arms soothingly, trying to apologize while murmuring that she's sorry for hitting you. And it only takes a moment longer for Wanda to get distracted with what she was doing - Not that you have any way of knowing that she's starting to notice the strong Kryptonian anatomy a little too much, and how feeling strong arms was the real reason she sighed and shook her head, pushing away thoughts she definitely shouldn't be having about her best friend.

Sharing the same warm pink in her cheeks as you, her hands moved away, and Wanda cleared her throat, trying to hide her own reactions while you hid yours.

"So... do you want to get something to eat? I'm starving."

She chuckles shortly. "You're always starving, darling." She teases, and well, she's right so you can't even argue.

Distracted by each other's presence, you soon lose yourself in small talk as you head toward the kitchen, and neither of you notices Sam or Clint grimacing at the scene they've just witnessed.

"That has to be the gayest thing I've ever seen in my entire life." The falcon grumbled in disbelief.

The hawk next to him massaged his forehead in a frown. "I should have retired already. I would have been less traumatized."

They shake their heads in unison, and then go back to training.

[kitts-mechanix]

Oh my gosh....I might need a tissue for this....this very much sums up the cycle of abuse in a sibling dynamic.

@lexicorp, @ichbinmeltdown and I have been having a huge discussion about the Seeker Trine and the cycle of abuse, but this comic captures it in a very real way.

The drama in Thundercracker's show acts as a form of foreshadowing. Starscream barges in and starts treating his brother like dirt, and judging from Thundercracker's reaction it's obvious that Starscream has been abusive to him. Starscream only bothers Thundercracker because he needs him to help him defeat Megatron, aka something that will benefit HIM. Thunder isn't eager to do it, Starscream starts rambling off fake apologies and pointing out his brother's shortcomings (eg, "I've forgotten how sensitive you can be but I didn't think you'd actually leave over it"). Now that being said, I don't think Star's comment about how it hurt when Thunder left is entirely untrue, because I do like to think he was confessing at that point, having an inkling of regret--but even then that's only to get what he wants. When Thunder brushes him aside, Starscream cracks and admits he's sorry for everything he's done, names what he did and says he won't do it again. But is he truly sorry? Thunder doesn't buy it so Starscream uses his interest of the Earth to get him to do it. But it's obvious Thunder has reached a point where he doesn't want to keep putting up with Starscream's bullying. No matter how much Star pleads and begs, Thunder finally calls him out on his rash actions, like telling him that he's obsessing over usurping Megatron and shouldn't have tried to mess with him. He's had to watch Starscream constantly destroy himself, and his own brothers, out of self-interest. When Starscream realises he didn't get his way, he went back to blaming his brother and destroys the TV--the one thing keeping Thundercracker sane--out of anger. Thunder points out this is the problem with Star. He's done EVERYTHING for his brother but it's never enough, and he's had enough of trying to please him. Enraged, Star attacks him and calls him a traitor because he knows he can't get Thunder to do what he wants.

Meanwhile Skywarp is just standing there watching the whole thing and not intervening, probably out of fear. Star leaves and makes Skywarp go with him, leaving Thundercracker alone.

I honestly feel bad for all three of them. Starscream was HEAVILY abused by Megatron and he internalises that abuse on his own teammates, and even his own brothers (okay, I know the Seekers being brothers is a fanon thing, but I headcanon it). But to be fair, even his brothers--at least in G1--honestly kind of allow Megatron to abuse Star and even assist him in trying to punish or harm him. And this is likely more because Star treated them like dirt and less because they were afraid of Megatron. WIth this vicious cycle, I can see why Star kicked his brothers off of Astrotrain in the middle of space in TFTM. I firmly believe Megatron is at fault for fracturing the Trine's sibling dynamic with his abusive "leadership", but it was Starscream--the most abused of the three--who carried on that cycle.

Thundercracker is tired of the abuse. Starscream won't stop it because he needs to feel powerful and be in control when Megatron isn't choking the life out of him. Skywarp is too afraid to stop him for fear of getting the laser treatment.

I won't delve too deep into my personal backstory here, but one of the reasons this comic hit me so hard is because the dynamic reminds me of myself and my younger sister. I didn't have a great upbringing that I'm slowly realising was more abusive than I thought. My sister had it much easier since I suspect she was the favourite. To put it lightly, I was like Starscream/Skywarp and she was like Thundercracker. I'm not proud of it, especially looking at this and knowing my sister still sees me as this version of Starscream.

I really want to write a fic where they manage to break the cycle of abuse. I know, it's easier said than done and probably wouldn't work in real life....maybe I just want to give these guys a happier ending with their sibling dynamic 💔

It's a canon event.

[Follow up to this post.]

[hyunjuenthusiast]

could I request headcanons from your yandere cho hyun ju au please?

I gotchu🫶🏻 (I'm going to write other things than dark/yandere don't worry🙏🏻😭)

YANDERE HYUN-JU

Cho Hyun-ju is definitely the gentlest yandere you could ever have.

Her obsession would stem from not having any love or acceptance in her life, until she met you.

She's the type of yandere who would long for you for a HOT minute before doing anything like kidnapping or approaching you.

She knows the feelings she has for you are not normal, but she just can't help it.

She craves being close to you, not necessarily in a sexual way, more so just being near you, in the same room, sitting beside you, using the same shampoo, ect.

Hyun-ju would respect your privacy....mostly.

She has pictures of you in a scrapbook at her house, in a special room she dedicated to you.

She set boundaries for herself, though. She would never take pictures of you while you were naked or asleep.

She hates the idea of disrespecting you. In any way.

The naked one is self-explanatory.

She doesn't want to take pictures of you while you're asleep because that's when you're most vulnerable.

She would never want to take that safety net away from you, even if you had no knowledge of her doing it.

I can see it going two different ways.

If she chooses to confess her feelings to you...poor baby would be so nervous.

She doesn't want the only good person in her life to abandon or reject her.

She would want to do it somewhere that meant something to you or to her.

It would go a little like this.

"Y/n... there's something I need to tell you. Something that's been on my mind for a long time." She would say, causing you to look at her softly, waiting.

She'd fidget with her hands nervously, as she always does.

"I-I really like you. You've always been the best friend I could ever ask for, and I know that this is so sudden, for that I apologize. I just can't help the way I feel." She'd say, to scared to look at you.

If you return her feelings she's so emotional.

Her darling likes her? HER?!

She'd definitely cry. And you'd have to hug her or reassure her that this was in fact real.

She just can't believe it.

If you don't feel the same way...

She'd keep the agony off of her face, but inside, she's dying.

She knew she'd never be good enough for you.

You want to remain friends? You don't want to ruin the friendship you both share?

She can't be your friend. It's to damn hard.

You might get scared when she's in your home in the middle of the night, but the cloth she puts over your mouth and nose smells so sickly sweet.

The other way I see this going is... she wouldn't have the courage to confess to you. So the only other option would simply be to take you home. The home you both would now share together.

She'd feel so guilty preparing the syringe

Hyun-ju would wait until you were asleep in your home before she uses the key you gave her to come in.

She'd gently brush the hair away from your face and just look down at you. Second guessing her decision.

But once she looks around the familiar 4 walls of your bedroom, seeing the photos of you and your friends, she knows she's doing the right thing (at least in her mind)

She'd shush you softly when you wake up from the feeling of the needle.

"Shhh its okay, sweetness." Hyun-ju says as your vision blurs.

She would leave you to rest for a while as she packs your things. Your clothes, shoes, makeup, some of the things she knows are important to you.

She would carry you to her car and buckle you into the passenger side. Making sure to support your head and neck with a pillow.

Her baby couldn't wake up with a sore neck.

The place she bought for you both was hours away from your home. And not many neighbors either.

She wouldn't want to restrain you in any way at first, so she'd keep you in a room with a locked door and locked windows.

When you wake up confused and disoriented, Hyun-ju is there to comfort and reassure you. Explaining why she had to do this.

She would never force you into anything physical that you aren't ready for. Hyun-ju isn't like that. She wants you to feel comfortable and sage around her.

The last thing she wants is for you to be scared of her.

She's so gentle with you.

She will never raise her voice when speaking to you, even if she's upset.

She would never, EVER, raise her hand against you either.

She'd never hurt you.

Hyun-ju understands why you're cautious and frightened of her, she would be too of she was in tour situation.

That's why she makes it her mission to always make sure you KNOW that you're sage with her.

Of course she had expected for you to try and escape, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less when you actually do.

She won't punish you per say, because she hates the thought of harming you in any way, shape, or form.

But she will smother you with her company after your escape attempts.

If you actually manage to escape successfully, she'd be PANICKING.

Not because she's scared of getting caught, she doesn't give a fuck about that.

Hyun-ju is scared because you're out there somewhere all by yourself.

What if you get hurt?

What if you get lost?

What if someone takes you away from her?

No. She refuses.

This is when the military experience comes in clutch.

She finds you. Whether it's hours or a whole day later. She finds you.

She apologizes sincerely as she has to drug you again.

Promising that everything will be okay.

Hyun-ju doesn't want to have to restrain you, but she has to.

Only for a while.

Hyun-ju hates that you wake up so scared, like you expected her to hurt you.

She would explain that she understood why you ran.

She hasn't proven her love yet. That's all.

She just needs to spend more time with you.

Show you more affection.

While your tied to the bed, she does everything for you.

She cooks for you, feeds you, gives you sponge bathes, brushes your hair and teeth, dresses you, reads to you, helps you go to the bathroom. Everything.

Overall. Hyun-ju is the nicest yandere you could probably ever have.

Would she get her hands dirty for you? Absolutely. Would she ever let you witness that? Absolutely not.

You already see her as the scary woman who stalked you...she doesn't want you to see her as a murderer too.

My pookie I luv her. BITTERSWEET part 4 is nextttt😏😏😏

[sunseed-fandump]

Someone asked for a post with some of my personal writing tips, so uh here I go I guess!

When I'm writing, I tend to follow 5 points. And they're actually really simple!!

Ask Questions

Do Your Research

"How Does It Move The Plot Forward?"

Consistency = Plausibility

Take Notes!!!

Lemme break it down:

1) Ask Questions

And I mean a LOT of questions. Have a little nagging annoying guy in your brain who is always asking you "why?" because 9 times out of 10, trying to answer those questions is going to help a lot in the long run. And occasionally it'll help you circle back to previous answers!

Here's an example that I vaguely recall from another post here on tumblr (alas i don't remember the username and i cannot find it, but if someone finds it please link it in replies!;;) :

"These Vampires have a problem where they can't be out in the day, but they want to stay within this city." "Well, why don't they just live in the sewers?" "They can't live in the sewers because there's vampire eating alligators down there." "Why are there alligators in the sewers?" "A vampire hunting organization trained them and put them down there." "Why did they put alligators in the sewers?" "To keep vampires out."

Boom, simple. Sometimes you only have to go a few layers deep, so don't worry about making complex systems or ten billion years worth of fictional history (unless you really REALLY want to for some reason).

But yeah, ask questions. Annoy yourself with them. It helps develop a lot, not just for story but also for characters! Entire stories can be created by asking yourself a single "What if" question.

What if food started raining from the sky?

What if we lived in a world where people were capable of controlling the elements?

What if a ghost started haunting a school to search for their killer?

Ask questions!!!

2) Do Your Research

I know, I know, "studying??? EW!!" But trust me this is also important. Study the genre(s) you want your story to be. Look at the things you enjoy, things you find interesting. Are you a history geek? Look at historical stories and pull inspiration from that. Do you like sea creatures? Then pop open the dozens of available resources and fun fact websites. Research your genre's common tropes and pitfalls. Look at what you really like about that genre and build off of that. Pull from anywhere and everywhere, even your own personal life/experience! EVERYTHING can be used to fuel the creative fire!

3) "How Does It Move the Story Forward?"

THIS is a VITAL question that you should ALWAYS ask yourself which is why it has its own little category. If you have a scene you feel is stagnant, or slow, or its just not coming to you, then it's probably because the story isn't moving forward. Go back, read it over, and ask yourself "is this moving the plot? is this progressing a character's arc? is this progressing the villain's plan? What is the audience supposed to take away from this? What is the point I am trying to make with this scene?"

Even when it seems like something isn't happening, a story is ALWAYS in motion. Keep that in mind!

4) Consistency = Plausibility

This is mostly for fantasy/sci-fi stories. Anything that has a magical or highly technological system. If Big Billy Jones can pick up a car and throw it at a group of thugs in chapter 3 of your story, then he sure as hell can do that in chapter 24 when he's facing off with Ghuthu'lock the Abyssal Horror. But if you dont WANT Ghuthu'lock going down to a mere mortal vehicular machine, then give him some power or ability that lets him totally negate Big Billy Jones' car flail attack. Don't just make Billy decide to NOT throw the car, when in any other situation he WOULD throw it.

In the funny words of Schaffrillas: "SHOOT THEM WITH THE DEHYDRATION GUN"

5) Take Notes!!!

This one helps a LOT. This will make your life so much easier, especially if you are dealing with a multi-chapter monster of a story. Taking notes will help you keep consistency, will keep your research in line, will help you visualize your thought process, AND with all those thoughts and plot points written down and out of your head, that will give your brain more space for NEW ideas. WRITE. DOWN. EVERYTHING. Even if it's 2AM and you're tired as fuck. If you get an idea, and you're like "Oh that's pretty good" WRITE IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY. Because you are GOING to forget, and/or the idea will NOT be the same the next time you remember it. Even if they're messy, you can organize them later!! Write it all down! Even if its just bullet points! They don't need to be fancy, they just need to get the point across and help you jog your memory!

Take notes!!!

Lastly, Be Willing to Change.

While writing any script, novel, whatever, you will find yourself bouncing around between phases like character creation, world building, plot writing, back to character creation, etc.

You'll be 7 chapters in and realize "i need a new character here" or "i don't like this aspect of the setting and its dragging everything else down..." Hell, an entire story's genre can wind up being changed if you feel the characters would be a better fit for a comedy instead of a drama (or vice versa!)

Don't be afraid to go back and fix it! Nothing is really "locked in" while you're writing! Creating ANYTHING is not a linear process, so be ready and willing to switch gears when you feel like you need to add/take away. Jump around, get messy with it, and most importantly, have FUN!!!

[hellyrmyblorbo]

One thing I really appreciate about Severance is how complex the characters are and the fact the writers trust that we as the audience are smart enough to understand them instead of just shoving it in our faces. I feel like most shows would go 'This person is the bad guy! And this one is the good guy!!!" but they don't really do that in this show? And while I felt a little underwhelmed by the episode at first, after a few days thinking about it I think Trojan's Horse was a really good example of how the show excels in moral ambiguity and its characters.

Helena is undoubtedly a villain. She's a higher up in the company and is at the very least complicit in the torture of its workers, and now she's taken things even further by SAing Mark last episode. She's objectively a bad person, but at the same time there's this kind of tragic sense to her character just looming in the background. She's a terrible person but she's also just a puppet in a larger plan. Her father, the only family we've ever seen her having, encouraged her to be sent back down to the severed floor even after nearly being murdered just days before because he couldn't care less about her as long as the company reaches its goals. She doesn't even see the innies as people but she's more like them than she could ever realises - she's just a pawn in a larger game and no longer even has control over her own body. She's a brillaint example of 'hurt people hurt people'. It doesn't take away from any of her actions but it makes her so much more tragic and complicated.

Milchick has been a villain since Day 1 - he is part of the management, he conducted break room sessions, and - despite seemingly trying to improve some of their working conditions - he actively engages in the abuse of workers. But he's also a victim in a way. He's been nitpicked and pushed around by upper management, is constantly being chastised for his work, and is even being subjected to racism from the company he works for and is in no position to stand up for himself. It doesn't take away from any of his actions but it makes him so much more multi-dimensional and even sympathetic.

Mark is such a complicated character already but the consequences of the events of Woe's Hollow have made him even more so. He's already lost his best friend (Petey), one of his very few other friends who was probably the closest thing to a father figure he's ever known (Irving) is gone too, and he's been manipulated and SA'd by Helena - he thought he was sharing an extremely intimate experience with Helly when in fact he was being tricked and taken advantage of by somebody else essentially wearing her skin. It's completely horrific and it perfectly explains his behaviour in the newest episode and why he's being such an ass to everybody. And yet, while it perfectly explains his behaviour, it doesn't take away from the hurt that it's casting on others. Helly has no idea what's going on and he's so angry and upset and confused at Helena that he's taking it out on her instead because he just can't trust her. And you completely understand why he's acting that way but it's leading to him hurting somebody innocent in response.

Like Helena, he's an example of 'hurt people hurt people'. The emotions he's faced in this episode are so complex to navigate that one minute I'm angry at him and the next I just feel so terrible for him. His feelings are so understandable and so valid but at the same time Helly was also assaulted - her body was essentially used for sex without her consent while she was unconscious and in any other circumstance that would be seen as SA - and yet she doesn't even know. He's keeping it from her because he's embarrassed and guilty and feels violated but she deserves to know. They were both victims but only one of them is even aware and he's having to process this alone while staring at the same face that did that to him without even knowing it.

THAT is good writing. And that is what this show excels at.