#I feel bad drawing these poor babies all beaten up

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Harvey Part 6

Warning of animal cruelty/abuse

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i miss urinetown so here are some little sally character notes i made while i was little sally so i can cope

- she really likes flowers

- like she can look at a flower and immediately name it

- “oh thats a diphylleia grayi” “a what”

- due to the water shortage though there isn’t a lot of greenery

- so she usually just draws flowers everywhere any chance she gets

- “give me your arm real quick :3” she says holding a pen having only malice intent behind those big eyes of hers

- she also reads a lot

- not because she likes it but because lockstock just gives her a bunch of books and she has nothing better to do

- i like to think that on like christmas or smth the poor give her like really run down beaten up toys that could give the average child nightmares

- while lockstock just walks up with a bag of books

- not even childrens book but like whole ass college textbooks

- “idk what kid read these days but i like this”

- little sally is too nice to say anything about it

- this is why she knows what metaphysical means

- mcqueen…. (red angry face with fist up)

- i don’t even know what mcqueen could have done to her she just really hates him

- maybe that one time he didn’t give her a coin really fucked her up

- “one time” it was probably multiple times

- mcqueen probably called her a slur too, before like spitting on her idk

- she’s actually pretty prone to violence

- like she would definitely beat someone up if they wronged her

- the only reason she was so against killing hope is one, in her eyes hope didn’t do anything wrong and two, bobby lovesssss her

- she looks up to bobby a lot

- this is mostly because bobbys like the only character that isn’t completely stupid

- thats not true penny has a bunch of braincells in there

- but penny is scary

- omg theres also her lore with lockstock

- infodumping lockstock and sally’s entire lore

- little sally had pretty neglectful parents

- she was an accident baby and her parents were really suffering from the water shortage so they paid no attention to her

- lockstock met little sally when she was around six and lockstock was still pretty new to his job

- little sally has a big mouth and so one day while talking to lockstock she just casually brings up the fact that her parents piss on the pavement daily

- lockstock of course took action to it and took her parents to urinetown

- BUT but since lockstock was so new to the job he hadn’t fully realized what urinetown was until he was in the middle of bringing sallys parents to urinetown

- so now lockstock feels guilt for killing sally’s parents which is why he acts like such a parent to her

- and also why sally feels pretty safe during the whole rebellion

- i think post tell her i love her little sally joined the rebellion half because she believed in it and also half because she knew that lockstock wouldn’t hurt her

- bro is manipulative

- it wasn’t until she saw bobby literally be thrown off a building where she became scared of lockstock

- it was there when she decided to cut all ties with lockstock

- “oh but don’t they meet up at the end” LET ME TELL YOU

- so you know how after hope is like “yes go pee for free my pookies” the water becomes bad and everyone dies

- because little sally isn’t with lockstock anymore she isn’t protected by the narrative

- SO SHE DIES TOO

- LITTLE SALLY IS DEAD

- so the whole conversation lockstock had with little sally was all a hallucination in lockstocks head

- i guess for lockstock to cope with basically losing the person he considered his daughter

- whoops this turned sad

- little sally braids bits of her hair out of boredom

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First Impression of Animorphs!

I'm listening to the Animorphs series while I work, through Animorphs Aloud - a fan made reading of the series. Here are my first impressions/random thoughts about them! Spoilers below if you haven't read them.

Book 8: The Alien

OOOOOOH AX POV! Ax Pov! This is not a drill! I am so hype

Oh the mental imagery of Ax watching the space battle above him while sitting alone in this artificial dome is so...so emotional. The strange disconnect of watching helplessly in a veritable garden of eden as your brother and others fight above you in the cold vacuum of space. I'd like to draw it

And then the absolute terror of being ejected from your ship and falling into the ocean of the nearby planet. Stuck beneath miles of water pressing down on you. Chills

Also now I'm really curious what the surface of the sea looks like if you're looking up at from below many miles

Ooooh we got little diary entries! Very amusing! This book is starting off so strong

Loving the amount of planning for taking Ax to a movie, they've learnt from previous times!

One of the reasons I was so excited for Ax pov is stuff like learning all these Andalite words, and bits of biology, the different ways of observing things. Alien perspective is so interesting

Confession time, I listened to this book before Megamorphs 1 which is before this book in the timeline. So I had no idea was a Veleek was and was rather confused they'd beaten one

I love the regular forays into Ax's Adventures with Food. Please don't eat cigarettes baby

I was cracking up at work for this whole sequence. Got some funny looks.

Going to make a prediction. Seerow's Kindness is referring to Andalites helping out the Yeerks somehow. Also Seerow is Visser Three's Andalite Host.

My man eat with he feet

I'm so here for Ax and Tobias best buds friendship

Ax confirmed canonically hetero this is a sad day for us all :(

Ok why after the semi-disaster of the movies would you take Ax to school, that is one of the most stressful confusing environments for anyone. Also schools have registers they're not going to just let you bring in a new kid

Unless maybe the teacher won't care because they've got a bloody Yeerk dying in their head! The book has predicted this predicament!

However, very unrealistic that the kids fled the room instead of crowding around the freaking-out teacher. You'd spend 20 minutes chasing them out the room and they'd still crowd around the door peeping in.

Oh this is...a bad thing to have hidden Ax. Poor Jake. This whole conversation is very tense. Ax bringing up his brother as if to remind Jake he's already lost HIS brother to this war

Ax is always described as blue-and-tan, implying he's more blue than tan. I have a hard time believing people would think he's a deer from a distance considering his colours

Huh...wouldn't it be weird to never have moonless nights? The stars are always brightest on those days, great for stargazing. I wonder how bright the night would be if you had multiple moons. Or would it not be additive?

Fascinating evolutionary implications from a species having a biological clock that makes them war every 62 years. Some kind of mass population cull? Ensuring only the strongest breed?

Ok this is pretty funny but actually made me reconsider how we appreciate stuff?? Actually kind of mindblowing. We really don't appreciate food as an art form. After I'd listened to this bit at work, my boss gave us all a tin of chocolates. Ate them on the way home and took some time to really savour the flavour. My life is being enriched by these books.

'He was a male-as all human fathers are' Implication Andalites can have female fathers??? Maybe. Would be cool.

Ax totally winning at social interaction

Aw Ax, you are being very brave :(

Huh so this Yeerk controller loved another Yeerk? I could have sworn in a previous book it said they were incapable of love, I think the one where Jake gets infested

Poor Ax. You really feel his struggle in being compared to his brother, now having to take the blame

The yeerk just fuckin bailed out the andalite?! I was not expecting this. You beat Visser Three?!

Aight so the Visser's andalite was not Seerow. He's just...some guy. Ngl was hoping for a bit more info on that, I've been very curious how Visser Three got an andalite which no other Yeerk has acomplished

Although...they're on the home world? Maybe there are other andalite controllers. Ruh roh

You guys are absolutely going to regret not putting this andalite out of his misery. He's literally begging for death and you know the horrors of being infested, and will be an incredibly powerful enemy again if you leave him. I mean, you couldn't even try to lug him out of there? How many people are going to end up killed in the future because Visser Three remains an andalite?

Called it on Seerow's Gift being helping the Yeerks. I kind of get it though I'd feel sorry for any sapient species that had to life it's entire life as a slug in a pool

Winced when Ax confessed his fears of giving humans help that would lead them to be conquerors, and Marco brushing it off. Humans would absolutely become conquerors, it's in our history

Wow. This is definitely my favourite book so far. I expected it would be, I'm very into xenofiction (when a book is written from a non-human perspective) but I think the emotional journey was also great in this. The ending was a bit quick and weak. But overall great.

[andthatisnotfake]

Started to rewatch episode 2 of this season of Young Royals and absolutely forgot I was going to comment on it here lol

So you get comments from the half point on

When August is in that room where he finds the phone, there are tons of games behind him. Maybe the kids would be less bored if they played one? Also, on that note, we've seen them playing chess and cards before, this isn't so different.

Very impressive that August remembers Sara's number by heart. I only know mine and my mom's.

Nils and Vincent "grading" the new headmistress is peak straight boy behaviour, which is even funnier as Nils is not.

August's audacity of talking to Simon. Baby boy, you shouldn't even be attending the same school as him. Also, I see the peek of purple in August's collar...

I wish we'd actually seen more of the mediation between Wille and August, because it clearly achieved nothing lol. Wille should have continued regular therapy instead. Better yet, couples therapy with Simon.

Wille's drawings are so cute.

The religious pamphlet written in Comic Sans was very accurate.

Simon is braver than the Marines recording that video straight to Instagram, no edits, no filter...

The book on Wille's shelf being entitled "freedom" was a bit too on the nose, but I appreciate it. (Apparently it's a great novel and now I wanna read it.)

Wille having only one picture with Simon on his wall is unrealistic, he should have at least 3 with both of them and another 10 of only Simon.

Fredrika says that people should have complained while they were studying, not after, but the issue is that they may have been scared to do so. And, more importantly, I think a lot of times, especially when you're a teenager, people fail to realize that the system they're under and the things that happen to them aren't normal or expected. It's quite common for victims of abuse to only realize that they'd been abused a long time later, and often when other people speak up or tell them that they weren't supposed to have gone through that. Maybe it's a bad comparison, but it reminds me of people who were beaten up by their parents when they were kids and grow up to do the same with their own kids and keep making excuses for that behavior and defending it. And then, occasionally, they're able to realize, usually through the help of others, that that isn't the norm and they can stop it. It's when you tell people "I'm sorry that happened to you and it shouldn't have" and watch them realize that it was actually fucked up and their feelings of anger and sadness and betrayal over it were valid. Ok, enough of this nos, but yeah... I really liked that line.

I love that Felice mentioned being the only one told to put her hair up, because I noticed that in S2 and I know this show doesn't do this sort of thing for no reason, but I really liked that she referenced back to it.

Stella's line is another one that I really like. Felice is talking about veiled racism and she completely misses the point and says Felice is pretty. She's trying to reassure her, and it's sweet, but she fails to actually hear Felice and emphatize with she situation. I think the third year boys are very clear examples of blatant prejudice (homophobia, mysoginy, elitism and, though not as blatant, racism), while this girls portray veiled forms of prejudice, which can appear non-consequential, but can be equally harmful, especially when you don't know whether or not to point it out, or you do and people act like they're offended that you feel offended, because omg, don't you know that it wasn't the intention at all? So a lot of times you just pretend you didn't hear it, which ends up being quite grating.

I'm curious if Nikita actually got her hands tangled in those lights or if she was just that good of an actress. 🤣

Wille picking Simon up remains the cutest thing ever.

The poor gym teacher is so done with these kids. 😅

These rich kids choosing to take lights and speakers to the woods instead of, you know, actually helpful and important equipment, is so funny to me.

Someone else said, and I agree, why on earth aren't Simon and Wille sitting together around the fire?!

I don't know what's best, Rosh's look when she notices Stella looking at her, Ayub whispering something to her, her face when she goes over to dance with Stella, or the face Fredrika makes when she sees them.

The girls peeing together, I... get it, but also, I could never. I'm just gonna go behind this tree, ignore me.

Them being surprised that Rosh and Ayub had never been to the US is super realistic, actually. Rich kids are very out of touch with reality.

Wille saying he was also getting a summer job, baby girl was trying so hard to relate to them, and also I guess to include them, but yikes. The second-hand embarrassment was real in this scene.

The whole altercation around the possibility of someone taking pictures of Wille and it being what sends everyone away was so heartbreaking. He can't win, even if he does nothing.

I understand where Simon is coming from, but he missed the point Wille was trying to make when he said he didn't have a choice in going to "prince school". Sure, he does get anything he want, but he also had a lot of duties and a lot of pressure on him.

The shushing though. I was gagged. The audacity! I would have left to sleep in the hammock if I were Simon. I get that that's how he's always been treated, but oof.

Insomniac Early bird Wille confirmed, he was up even before the teacher.

[gaecactae]

Hello cactae! I love your art it's so cute and refresh's from so much angstTM on the server lmao. But I want to ask about you're thoughts on a redemption on c!awsamdude or do you think he actually can be redeemed?

I read your post about warden!sam while back and you quite sympathize with his character. You brought very fair points that sam is deserving to be sympathized, even though sam is also one the people who don't stream his pov when it comes to the corruption arc or at least prison visits but we feel and see through how it's taking effect in other peoples pov's. I'm a c!tommy sympathizer so I'm not quite comfortable viewing c!sam is such light but I would like to hear your thoughts!

I'm sorry this is a long ask, if this is too hard to answer then feel free to skip or delete! :D

Hello fellow Tommy sympathiser! Thank you for kind words and willingness to hear some opinions :D

Ever since I made that post about Sam, I’ve found a lot info about his character and Sam’s opinion!

I guess one of the reasons, although not too valid but I guess still something, why I sympathise with his character that much, is because I look at the plot from the eyes of young adult. I left the teenage state not so long ago, and I begun to see things differently, almost immediately. Especially things connecting to taking responsibility for our actions and how I had to take responsibility for my deeds when I was a teen etc.

About Sam redeeming. I think it is possible! I think we’re all waiting for the climax, when Dream escapes with Technoblade (supposedly) and Sam “gets what he deserves” aka. gets beaten up, one of his canon lives is taken, all of this type of stuff. Which, honestly? I’m sort of hoping for. I’m a huge awesamponk stan as well! Ponk said some time ago, that maybe Sam will win a way to his heart again, someday? Of course from the eyes of a viewer, it may be weird that Ponk, who had his hand taken literally, by Sam, would fall in love with him again. But I believe that Ponk may be Sam’s redemption, literally. So imagining how maybe Ponk would help Sam escape the hollow building that will only contain him at some point, after Dream escapes, maybe he will run away with him, somewhere, where he can get back to form.

I deeply believe it was the prison itself, that corrupted Sam, not the Egg as some may believe. I also don’t think he’s a bad person as well! I don’t want to be seen as an apologist, I don’t really want to be sorry for his actions tbh? Cause some of his actions are flawed, like breaking Prison’s rules along to his own plans or getting manipulated by mr. Quackster; yet still in some situations I saw his point.

You’re gonna hate me for this hfjfndjdj but I did saw his point when Tommy broke into the prison with Ghostbur. I wouldn’t be surprised in the tiniest, if Tommy was killed by Sam, at that current moment, cause he quite literally broke in. I know Tommy had quite valid reason, getting a revenge, but it could have been executed differently! Well, now it’s honestly not that important, cause it’s past, and there’s not much we can do about it, cause it already happened.

So, going back to Sam being sympathised; Sam said himself that his character doesn’t deserve sympathy, cause he’s a cold, corrupted, dangerous motherfucker. Which, alright, I guess? I think I got to the point where I embrace this corrupted side of his. Cause not every character with which we sympathise, must be a good person. Every character in the dsmp is flawed at some point, some people more, some people less, the question is, which side we sympathise with more.

I mean look at people now! It’s so funny to me, and maybe I’m projecting, but I saw so many people turn to Dream out of the blue! Techno is with him now, and suddenly people that were very much against him, sympathise with him! Sort of. All the drawings of Dream in Techno’s cloak, Techno comforting Dream on fanarts, suddenly it’s all a bit softer!

I think I sympathise with Sam’s softer side, from before the prison, hoping he would be back to it someday. I see his character as the troubled, lonely Warden that was stuck in this obsidian block, trapped with Elder Guardians’s noises and Dream’s screams, echoing through the walls, to the point where he just couldn’t take it anymore and went crazy. Would happen to anyone, but he took the Warden’s role. I mean. He sort of knew this job will take him whole, since he put down the first block of it, probably.

But I don’t want to make a wimp out of him by saying that. I don’t want to establish his character as a poor baby boy that needs love and hugsies and all of this! I just think he lost himself. He is a strong man that will hopefully redeem himself from the prison arc, but I don’t know how

And at this point I definitely stop to know what I’m writing and I’m just pouring random words so I hope any of this is comprehensive enough lmao jdjdhhf

Thank you for the ask again!!

Man I love to discuss shit even when I’m just a stupid bitch at some times

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Tyrants | Chapter Three - Presage

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: Brief mentions of Wendy’s drug use. Nothing explicitly *bad* goes on here, just some of the usual SOA shit is hinted at. :) Tig <3

MASTERLIST

Ninety degrees was horrendous. Ninety-six degrees saw Isla spiraling toward a fully-fledged mental breakdown, desperate to climb out of her own fucking flesh and melt into the parking lot outside of St. Thomas.

Seeing the Sons sporting leathers, hoodies, and long-sleeved shirts underneath their cuts made her skin crawl, too.

She'd thrown on the flounciest summer dress she owned, thin and wispy, and she was still roasting to death underneath the Californian sunshine.

It felt like they were living in the fucking ass-crack of hell.

Though, with their current state and Charming's infestation of ATF and other federal agents, hell wasn't too far off the mark.

"Thanks for the ride." Isla expressed her gratitude as she slid off of the back of Tig's bike, pulling the helmet away from loose blonde curls.

"No problem, baby--you good to get home, yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm meeting Gem here, so she'll take me back to T M in time to pick my car up," she confirmed, readjusting herself.

She couldn't risk Tig Trager getting an eyeful of her asscheeks today. Not again, anyway.

"Perfect. See 'ya later, beautiful." Isla leaned in for him to peck her cheek--which was habitual for the pair--and she did the same.

Her smile was wide. She was beaming. "Bye, Tiggy. I love you."

"Love you too, kid." He reciprocated the smile, squeezing her hand as she broke away and padded toward the steps, brushing her fingers through wind-tousled strands.

Things were, for the first time in about a week, finally looking up. Resuming a sense of normality, perhaps.

She and Trager had been on precarious terms since that day, and had been avoiding one another altogether. Which, for them, was strange.

Days went by without even so much as a word being uttered between the pair, no backhanded comments, or even sideways glances.

Usually, they'd be bickering like kids, arguing nonsensically until Clay or Chibs broke them apart--but it was all just their little bit of fun. Because they bounced off of one another.

They lauded the relationship they shared because, really, it was one of the strongest.

He'd been her official favorite since the very day that they met--he and Bobby were the two she liked to talk to whenever she felt that she couldn't confide in her father.

But the last few days were so fucking hard. She was struggling with the weight of all that she did, coupled with the stress of not being able to discern Tig's current feelings on her.

And after she'd lashed out, had bitched at him for no fucking reason, she was pretty certain that Tiggy didn't want to know anymore.

That was thrown out of the window this morning, however, when Isla's clutch blew out, and she needed a ride from the garage to the hospital to see Abel.

Of course Tig was there for her. He always would be.

"Hey." Isla spoke softly as she held the little blue bear close to her chest. "I stopped by the gift shop on the way up here--Jax said he's already got bears and balloons comin' outta his ass, so I thought what's one more?"

Gemma couldn't help but smile, gesturing for the blonde to sit with her opposite Abel's isolette.

"He'll love you for it," she joked, though she knew that she was appreciative. For her company more so the stuffed animal.

With their commitment to the club and the current battle against the ATF, Jax and Clay weren't as hands on as what they usually would've liked.

Of course, Teller was at that baby's side whenever he got the chance to break away from SAMCRO, but he wanted more. He wanted the satisfaction of knowing that his little boy was being provided with the best possible care at St. Thomas.

And he was. He absolutely was. But he needed to know--for his own peace of mind, he needed to see that. So, his mother was there every waking fucking moment, giving him that love he could only get from his Grandma.

"How's he doing?" Her query was braided around a whisper, worried she'd disturb Abel's peaceful rest. "Jax said he should be coming home soon."

Gemma simply affirmed with a nod, gazing affectionately at her grandson.

It was heartwarming to see so much love, so much adoration from a woman who had a reputation for being a fucking cunt--thus proving that Gemma's main priority was her family, and their health and happiness.

That, somehow, made Isla love her even more than what she already did.

It also made her a tad jealous of Jax and the fact that he still had his mother in his life.

"He's gettin' stronger and stronger everyday. Tara said he'll be set to leave Friday--"

"Tara?" Her brow lifted as she put the bear amongst the pile of gifts. "I thought she was a doctor, I didn't think she had anything to do with the babies?"

Gemma's smile faltered a little. "She's a pediatric surgeon. Been takin' care of Abel since the start."

"Oh."

Now, she would've known that if she'd taken the time to visit her best friend's kid since he was born. But she hadn't--she hadn't even considered taking a trip over to St. Thomas to check in on Jax's baby.

And it was for the simple fucking reason that she couldn't bear the thought of facing Wendy and having to be nice to her. Especially after what she fucking did to that poor little boy.

She subsequently landed her own flesh and blood in the hospital after shooting heroin while pregnant? And she wanted Jax to pardon her for it?

Isla wasn't a hateful person, she didn't care about what people did in their spare time because that was their time.

But the moment an innocent person was harmed due to the carelessness of others...That was when she felt a scathing animosity.

"She's good with him." Gemma stated bitterly, snapping Isla from her ire-fueled daydream. "Kills me to say it, but she's a gem. A real fuckin' star."

"I'd bet. She was always good with kids."

"Yeah?" Suddenly interested, the older woman crossed over her arms. "Who's kids?"

Finally, Isla took a seat beside her on top of plush blue leather.

"A few of the girls we were in high school with had kids pretty young and Tara was usually super keen to hold them, or just hang out at their places whenever we weren't at school. Or it could've just been the wannabe doctor in her, now that I think about it."

"She's pretty maternal," Isla hummed in agreement, "but I'm glad she and Jax never had kids when you were teenagers--I don't know how that would've looked for him."

Suddenly, she was staring at Gemma like she had two fucking heads.

"I don't trust her." She elaborated, drawing another confused glance from Isla. "She and Jax would have been a fucking disaster had she stayed--"

"And things worked out so much better with Wendy?" A little more vehemently than intended, the blonde asked.

Now Gemma was the one shooting dirty looks.

"Look, Gem, I'm just saying. Jax and Tara are history now, yeah? You don't have to trust her. Just thank her for what she's doing for your grandson because when he's outta this place, you won't need to worry about her."

"And you're so sure about that, huh?" Skeptically, she asked. Arms folded over. "You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another."

That line gutted her.

It hurt her--it was agonizing--but she wasn't sure why she was so beaten by it. Because it was the truth, wasn't it?

Tara and Jax were, at one point, the strongest couple she'd ever known, and when it fizzled out he was fucking broken. She hadn't seen him so downtrodden since JT had passed, and he was suddenly left without the strength and guidance of his father.

She was his everything. Isla was a fool to think he'd be able to see her back in Charming and not feel something for her. His first love.

"I think we should throw Abel a homecoming party on Friday--if he's coming home then, that is." Gemma shifted the topic of conversation, getting to her feet.

"Absolutely. I'll help."

"Yeah?" She asked a little doubtingly, reaching over to pick Abel up. "You don't have to--I know you work Friday's."

Isla waved her off, standing beside the brunette. "I do, but it's no bother. If everyone's gonna be there, then I wanna show my face too. Offer a helping hand of some sort."

"Alright, perfect," Gem stated softly, holding the baby close to her chest. "When we get back to T M, we can figure out what we need to get."

"Sounds like a plan--" Isla was cut off by a soft knocking at the door, irritating her a little bit because she'd only just gotten there and hated the idea of having to leave already.

She made a mental note to stop by a little earlier tomorrow.

"Hey, sorry to bother you--" Tara stopped herself when she needed her estranged friend, almost dropping the clipboard she was holding against her chest.

Isla Telford was the last fucking person she expected to see today.

"Hey," with a fake smile, she greeted.

The tension was palpable.

Gemma felt the irritation washing over her favorite of the duo, urging her to turn her attention back toward her grandson before she said anything to worsen the situation.

Because she would've.

"Uh, I've gotta run a few tests on Abel before we determine that he'll be ready to leave this week, if that's alright?" Tara gestured to Gemma, ignoring Isla's presence.

That stung a little bit.

"Yeah. It's fine." The response was blunt. Terse, to a point.

"Great."

Isla realized that she wasn't wanted in that space any longer. She grabbed her purse, turning toward the door. "I'll meet you outside."

"Yeah, alright," Gemma put the baby back into his crib, smiling at Isla. "You want my keys?"

"I'll wait on the steps--I'm gonna smoke--"

"Before you go," Tara cut in. She cleared her throat, trying to smile--but she just couldn't.

Telford sensed where it was going, however. There wasn't a reason for her to stop Isla in her tracks, in front of Gemma no less.

She wondered how long it'd take for it to be brought up.

"Thanks."

Gratitude genuinely swept over the doctor, letting Isla know she was truthful in her acknowledgment--or, was it more like a form of praise? Because Jax definitely told Tara what they both did for her, and she was astounded that the woman would even float the idea of helping out.

It was a strange notion. To know what she did--when she looked and acted like that--was fucking weird. And nobody would've believed her if she said that Isla helped to dispose of a dead body, which did make her laugh a little.

She knew how to hold, load, and fire a pistol, but she wasn't capable of committing the unspeakable the same way that Jax, or Chibs, or Clay were capable of it.

But she was slowly earning her title as 'Daughter of Sgt. At Arms/ Man of Mayhem.' And she wasn't sure how she liked that.

"You're welcome," she spoke plainly. "Hope everything is alright now, Tara."

"It is."

"Good." Her retort was immediate, laced with that same genuineness the other woman expressed. "You free this coming friday?"

Hesitantly, she nodded.

"If all goes to plan--and Abel is good to come home--we're gonna throw a little party for the boy," Gemma confirmed with a nod. "You wanna swing by? Everyone'll be there--Donna, Ope, their kids, Wendy, the rest of the Sons. You should come. It'll be nice for everyone to see 'ya again."

Wendy's name falling from those pink lips, in such a positive light, maimed Isla. She and Jax were starting to get along a little bit better now, but she was still wary of that woman.

"Yeah. It'll be great," the older woman added.

Tara felt cornered. She knew that she wasn't really wanted, and she also knew that was a way for Isla and her menopausal best friend--old enough to be her fuckin' mom--to keep the doctor as close as possible without explicitly saying that they wanted to keep an eye on her.

"Sure. I'll stop by."

"Brilliant." Gemma conceded, slipping past the pair. "Address hasn't changed, sweetheart."

It was passive aggressive, sickly-sweet, and it was Gemma to a fucking T. The woman was loathing every second she had to spend with Tara Knowles and she wasn't even trying to hide it.

But it didn't have to be for very long, she thought.

"What was that all about? Why'd she thank you?" Gem queried as they got outside, passing the lighter to her left.

"For not breaking her fucking neck when I had the chance to all those years ago, probably."

Isla sparked her cigarette, pacing alongside her as they headed toward the car.

"That's bullshit."

"How so?"

"Just is." She could read Chibs's little girl like a fucking book. "But I won't press--if it's something between you and Tara, I don't care to hear. Just lemme know if it goes south. I can put a bullet in her for you, baby."

Isla would've laughed had she not known that Gemma was deadly fucking serious about blowing Tara's brains out.

But it was a relief. For her to give it up just like that--uncharacteristically so--was a kind of relief that she never thought she'd feel from Gemma Teller.

She was used to being protected. Used to being viewed as the one that needed to be shielded from the horrors that shrouded the Sons. But Isla wasn't innocent, nor was she fucking stupid.

The security was appreciated, however. Because, lately, things just didn't seem to be going too great for her.

And, if she'd learned anything, they'd only worsen from here on out.

"You don't have to go full mama bear mode, Gem. I'm a big girl."

She laughed, turning to face Isla.

"I know," smoke blew from her nose, "but you've gotta protect the ones you wanna keep close, y'know? The ones you love."

The tip of Gemma's boot pulverized her cigarette into the sidewalk as she fished for the car keys, avoiding eye contact all together.

"I haven't been able to protect everyone I've wanted to from the shit that goes on in this town, honey, but I'm really tryin'. And I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you or my boy."

[bavrenilia]

yandere headcannons | om!lucifer & mammon

tw: manipulation, exhibitionism, mentioned/implied oral (m.receiving), mindbreaking.

 Lucifer

ー He wouldn’t threaten you obviously but one look from him would be more than enough to put you in your place, he’d fixate his eyes on you and you would feel the shivers running down from your spine.

ー Lucifer would be there for you unconditionally, tries his best to spend time with you as much as possible, keeps you right beside himself even if he’s busy with work. He keeps doing things like these until you start to feel uncomfortable whenever you two are apart from each other. His ulterior motive is to make you an addict- an addict of him. He definitely makes you addicted to himself so that you would feel like you need him every second, being away from him makes you feel less energetic and sad.

ー If you two are arguing about something he just keeps his cool and talks to you calmly only to drive you more mad. If you start to yell or get aggressive he quickly would ask you to calm down, he’d make you believe that you are the one who is making “a little argument turn into something big.” You find yourself begging for his forgiveness, he’d make you cry before you even knew it. With tears in your eyes he makes you promise that you’ll never say something against him—he assures you that if you don’t make any trouble, he’ll never get mad at you. By doing this he not only makes you boost up his own ego, but also he makes you think that you’re the one who’s at fault.

ー If you ever try to escape.. oh boy this man will go feral. He doesn’t make it obvious at first, he asks you what he did wrong and manipulate you as much as he can.

“My love.. did I do something to upset you? Am I not enough? Not worthy of your love? Please tell me what can I do to be worthy of your love.. so that I can try my best to be a man who’s good enough for you.”

ー If someone approaches you on his sight, that’s the last drop for him. You’re his and his only. You belong to him and no one can get close to you more than him. You are his to admire, his to love, his to take care, his to shower in compliments. Even if you try to not pay attention to the person who’s trying to approach you, he’d blame it on you. He’d probably hurt that person, telling you that you are the cause of this because you never listen to him; because you keep getting attention and he has to do something about it.

“My dear.. what did I tell you about flirting with others?”

“I.. I wasn’t flirting with them, it was just a small talk about our class.”

“You can talk to me, you know. I have every answer to your every question, I am the only one who you can rely.. so why would you step out of your boundaries to communicate with a person who’s as low as them? You see.. if you let them get close to you, I have no other choice than to let them know who you belong to. Do you see what you are doing to them? That’s your fault for not listening to my words and warnings. It’s not me who’s hurting them, it’s you.”

When you see Lucifer’s text, inviting you to his room, you know that you have no other option to obligate. You are on your feet before you even know it, rushing to his room because you already saw his text later than usual—he’ll definitely get mad. What were you doing? Nothing can be important than him, right? When you get to his room you knock on the door and wait for his answer. His voice is hoarse as he says, “come in”, from the other side of the door. As soon as you step inside the room, you see your classmate all beaten up. The poor demon looks at you with total fear and you can’t help but gasp at the scene in front of your eyes.

“Lucifer, what’s happening?”, you ask reluctantly but he takes his sweet time to come closer to you and place a soft kiss to your lips. The feeling of his soft lips against yours makes you feel lost. Are you disgusted? Or do you want him to keep kissing you? A tingling feeling makes you ache but you can’t take your eyes from your classmate.

“You need to tell me what’s happening, my love. You were flirting with them earlier today, weren’t you?”

“No.. no we weren’t flirting. He is in the same class with me, he asked for my notes and we talked about finals, that’s it.”

“And what did I tell you about this?”

The air becomes thick and you swallow, try your best to keep your tears back—because you know that Lucifer will get even more mad if you cry. He’ll think that you’re crying because you value that demon, he’ll get so many wrong ideas so you definitely can’t do that.

“I don’t need anyone else beside you, Lucifer.”

“That’s right”, he gives you a soft smile before he grabs the demon’s hair harshly and pulls on it. “Do you think that they’re better than me? What can they possibly give you that I can’t?”

“Nothing.”

“A little bit louder, love. They might not hear you.”

“They don’t worth my time, I don’t need them. You’re the only one who knows the best for me, so I don’t need anyone else but you.”

“Ah, that’s right.. so why did you  not care about all my warnings and still talked to them? Do you see what you’re doing to them? You’re hurting them, it is no one’s but your fault. You understand this, right?”

“I.. I do.”

“I think someone is unsure about the answer.. is that so?”

You quickly step forward to hold Lucifer’s hand and make him let go of the demon who’s clearly in pain but it only makes Lucifer’s grip even more harsh. His red eyes glisten and you feel like you are unable to move as the demon grunts in pain. Your chest feels heavier because of the sight but you bite the tip of your tongue—you have to hold yourself back, or else Lucifer know no boundaries.

“It won’t happen again, I promise”, you mumble and take a step closer to him. Lucifer wastes no time to pull you closer to himself, he kicks the demon who’s kneeling right beside him. He kisses you deeply before pushing you down on your knees.

“That’s my pretty baby.. let’s show him who you belong to, hm?”

Your face gets red with the humiliation because you know what’s going to happen.

“Show him what that pretty mouth of yours has to do instead of talking with them.”

Mammon

ー Ah this boy.. he’d definitely make you feel pity him at first.

ー His bothers are always insulting him, bullying him, telling him to die.. you are the only one who supports him no matter what. If he loses you, he’ll be nothing. Only you are taking good care of him, value him and listen to him carefully so if you leave him and he ends up in a bad situation it’s your fault.

“I don’t even know what I’d do without you.. you protect me, you comfort me. You are the only one who I can rely on, you know that right?”

ー Lots of crying.

ー When he gets mad at you, he immediately starts crying and makes you feel guilty—why? Because you couldn’t take care of him. If you had tried harder, he wouldn’t be crying right now. You have to do your best only for him. Your time, your love, your energy… your everything belongs to him.

ー He is your first and wants to be your first at everything. Wants to be your first man, wants to be your first kiss, first boyfriend and the list goes on like this.

ー Always holding your hand, kissing you, playing with your hair etc.. everyone has to know who you belong to—who you devoted yourself to.

ー If you ever try to escape he will start to manipulate you, telling you that he’d never expect this from the person who he’s in love with; the person who he trusts most.

ー If you ever get close to someone other than him /including his brothers/ he’ll start to talk about how he’s not worthy of your anything.

“Do you see me as a poor excuse of a demon just like my brothers? Will you replace me with someone better than me? I am so sorry, I am sorry for not being able to give you what you want. Baby.. I’m begging you, please give me another chance. I’ll prove you that I am worthy of everything that you give to me, just stay by my side please. I need you. You are the only one for me.. you’re all I have. If you leave me alone, I will be nothing.”

Mammon rests his head on your thigh, completely calm and silent as he starts to draw invisible circles on your soft skin. He touch is soft and soothing—it shouldn’t be soothing but you can’t help the way you’re leaning into his touch. His breath is hot on your skin and after a minute his tears start to make your leg wet. He’s crying, shaking uncontrollably as he buries his face. You run your fingers through his soft locks and try to comfort him but you can’t even bring yourself to actually say something.

“Everyon’s seeing me as nothing but a loser, nothing but a fucking waste of time. Do you agree with them?”

“No, Mammon no.. why would you think like that?”

“I saw you today with someone from our class, you were smiling at them. Do you like them more than you like me?”

Your heart aches as you hear his words.. he only has you, he made it clear from the very beginning. If you’re not there for him, he’ll be lost. You can’t be so selfish, right? You can’t leave him behind because everyone around him just uses him, treats him badly and acts like he’s nothing but a complete failure. You’re the only one who make him realize his own worth, so if you ever leave him.. he’ll be getting shoved around like a toy.

“You are the only one I love, Mammon.. they were telling me about something—but it wasn’t important, I don’t even remember what we were talking about. You see, no one is more valuable than you to me. I am here to support you no matter what, you know that.. don’t you?”

His sobs finally come to an end, he lifts his head up to look at you and his small smile makes you want to cry. You don’t want to see him broken like this. Never and ever.

He starts to place kisses on your inner thigh, his lips quiver with the contact of your soft and warm skin.

“I want to be the best for you”, he mumbles against your skin and it takes every piece of sanity that you have to not make a sound right at that moment. He doesn’t like it when you’re quiet. He needs everyone to know that he’s the only one who can make you feel like this, who can pleasure you like this. He needs to—no, he has to hear your voice.

His bites your skin harshly before giving you any time and you quickly tuck on his hair as you cry out his name.

“That’s much better.. my pretty human, you’ll be even louder for me, hm? You’ll let me devour you the way I want because that’s what I deserve. I deserve everything that you can possibly give me.”

[lovecinnatwist]

So I know you wrote a star sapphire Dick au, but I raise you a star sapphire Jason au—he always seems to love everyone around him a lot more than they seem to love him and he just wants to be loved so badly poor baby

Hello Anon! I loveeee this idea! You didnt specify a pairing so I've made it gen. Let me know if you have a pairing in mind. I've left it open for ideas.

All are welcome to slide into my DMs with ideas for star sapphire!Jason.

Lanterns Lead Home

The first moment of consciousness Jason Todd has after being beaten to- not death apparently- is warmth. 

The fuzzy feeling of being held by what must be twenty different pairs of hands pulls him back as he wakes. Every broken sob and desperate scream that wants to rattle free of his chest melts away into nothing. The air itself seems to vibrate with something sweet that he can’t put a name too. Every draw of breath fills him with kindness until he can recall the feeling-

love.

Tender touches chase away the bruises and scars until he can’t remember if they were ever there. Soft and caring caresses cup his cheeks and soft lips kiss away his tears. It’s too much and something that he’s been without for so long. For a moment he thinks of Catherine. Who she had been before the drugs. The thought of her breaks something in his chest. He cries and what seems like dozens of voices echo out validations. They sing back welcoming calls to release and let go.

So Jason does but he’s still floating. Still in the warm embrace of what he realizes must be his sisters. They must be because they call him that over and over and over again. A cup of something sugary comes to his lips and he gulps it down greedily. It coats his insides sweeping through him like a scolding saccharine syrup.

Consciousness starts to slip again but insistent slaps to the face jolt him awake. 

‘ Not yet. ‘

He knows what the words are but his ears don’t actually hear them. The woman over him has blue skin and gorgeous eyes that see into everything he is. He wants to turn away from it but she holds him steady. There is another cup. She makes him drink and this time Jason feels like he’s suffocating. 

He swallows more cups until he feels like he's at his limit. Then the hands are moving him and the rocking motion makes him feel sick. He passes from one hand to another until someone is bringing him to his knees in front of a huge glittering basin. 

“ Purge Ja’s Purge and be reborn. “

He feels dizzy and sick. Like he’s still rocking. He clenches onto the cool surface ahead of him. He tries to collect himself but memories start surfacing like bile in his throat. He remembers everything in startling detail. It all flashes before him until he flies forward and purges. 

He shakes and shudders through it. The loud cheers after every heave grounds him in support. Many hands hold him to stop him from falling in but no one stops him from emptying everything that he is into the quickling filling basin. 

He trembles and they replace that one for another. He can’t believe there’s more to give but everytime he feels peace a vile memory twists up and sends him face first into the bucket. By the time he’s thoroughly wrung out and empty- gentle hands pull him up. He doesn’t fight as he’s taken by many hands to a cool pool that bubbles against his skin. It fizzes and sizzles but doesn’t burn as his body is submerged. His eye lashes flutter. 

He gets a vague glimpse of blue skin and pinks and then someone tells him to hold his breath. 

He does and goes under. Everything goes black. 

Most Pink Lanterns don’t need to go through the rebirth. At least that is what Ja’s has heard from the others. The ring finds them before anything bad can happen. Usually during high emotions of love or joy something Ja’s has felt little of. Or well maybe that isn’t quite right. 

He does love, he loves everything. He loves hard, fast, passionate and ferociously but sometimes it feels like there isn’t any left for him. Sure he’s had people care for him, but to choose him first? To love him first…. Wilis loved money, then Catherine loved the drugs, then there's Bruce who loved the Crusade and Alfred… well Alfred could never love him more than Bruce. 

It had been that that drove him to Ethiopia in the first place.

He remembers everything in startling clarity now. His birth, his life, his death and of course both rebirths. It’s hard to forget the feeling of splitters digging into your fingertips and the taste of mud as you dig yourself out of your own grave. Who knows how long he had been wandering Gotham in a fuzzy haze? No one found him, no one had been looking for him. At least that's what he thought until he saw a pink glow.

The star sapphire. His star sapphire to be precise. 

Lost in the memory he gently touches the gem. It’s a wonderment, meeting the sisters of the lanterns corps and of course… getting permission to be- well who he's always known himself to be, Ja’s as they call him.

It had been freeing to be allowed to be nurturing. To be allowed to be tender and to care. Despite the changes that he’s gone through he feels more like himself than ever before. Like his body suddenly fits and he is grateful for the Zamarons for allowing him the ceremony. They honor his pronouns, as they all honor and celebrate femininity as its essence and not as sex or gender. Ja's has learned nothing if not the suffering of smothering his divine feminine in his last life. 

Now he is free.

( He tells himself that's why he hasn’t gone home to Gotham. Not because the existence of the third Robin Bruce has replaced him with. )

He does a good job at ignoring his old life and memories for the most part too. The few indulges he allows are watching digital transmissions of different versions of pride and prejudice with his sisters. Even in space nothing seems to beat human literature, something that Ja's gets to share with the others. He learns how to love deeper. Not only himself but more importantly everyone and everything. Mostly in the emotional sense… while the others- well Ja's isn’t quite ready for the sexual sense yet. 

Like many of the Pink Lantern Corps he has yet to meet his soul mate. 

The thought flutters low in his stomach. While he could easily show someone their love in his ring, the power didn’t work for star sapphires themselves. They simply had to wait for the pull and circumstance when they would feel the electricity in the air. Other members in the corps said that the feeling is indescribable. Like swallowing lightning or crashing into a planet with nothing to cushion the fall.

Though unfortunately, most of his sisters felt that with every good looking creature they came across. 

Ja's takes a drink, lounging about in the Green Lanterns station. They’re taking a short interlude before heading back home. One that the others are taking full advantage of.  It’s kind of embarrassing how the revealing costume and reputation of his corps makes others stare. He hears the whispers and feels the eyes on him just as clearly. 

It’s stupid because he isn’t even the best looking of them all. In a universe full of aliens most lanterns find humans rather dull. He hears the giggles as the others flirt. That’s all it is sometimes, flirting. While other times- Ja's turns the blind eye to Nadia’s wink as she disappears with a lantern down the corridor. He doesn’t flush long familiar with their games. Still a little part of him feels empty.

If only he could give as freely as they did. 

The chair next to him creeks making him sigh. Great, another lantern trying their luck. Couldn’t they tell he just wants to finish his drink in peace? He turns around to give the person a piece of his mind, anger already hot on his tongue. 

That is until playful green eyes fall on his. Ja's immediately tries to escape but Ryner grabs his wrist.

“ Well if it isn’t my favourite Star Sapphire. “

Ja's knows there’s no way he’s going to be able to pull the other off without causing a scene. He gives one more futile tug while Kyle just raises an unimpressed eyebrow. He groans just as the lantern orders himself his own drink. 

“ What do you want Ryner? “

The green lantern only lets go when he’s sure Ja's won’t run. Which is funny considering the fact that he's always running. Whether it be from bad guys, suitors or most times his sisters. It’s something that comes from growing up on the streets. The only place he’s ever felt safe had been… warm memories of the manor and Bruce's smile tug at his heart.

“ What makes you think I want something Ja’s? “

The very clear inflection of his voice Ja's wants to say. The other human has always made himself a pest whenever their corps comes to visit. It’s probably because they are both humans and around the same age. Not that they’ve really spoken about how they both ended up here. 

He doesn’t answer Ryner and takes a sip of his drink instead. The playful smile on the green lantern holds no matter how long Ja's ignores him. 

“ So I'm going down to Terra thought maybe you’d like to come? Apparently Batman could use some extra hands. “

At the mention of Batman Ja's interest piques. It’s rare to hear about anyone from his former life. Of course he does look through mission logs from time to time. It’s public access in the lantern corps library after all- but otherwise it's uncommon for Bruce to ask for help. The last thingJas's saw was Batman, Nightwing and Robin rescuing Hal from a villain he didn’t recognize. 

Ryner is either ignorant to his inner conflict or ignores it. 

“ It’ll be fun. You know Bats never lets us in his city. Could be nice? We could get a burger afterwards. Maybe catch a movie. “

It sounds like a date. Ja's would think it’s one too if he hadn’t told Ryner exactly how he feels about those things. He’s a nice guy, not bad looking from what he can see… but still he needs- well he wants the spark. 

He meets the boyish smile with a frown but it does nothing to make it go away. He shouldn’t. He’s done pretty well ignoring both earth and the bats. Still the big huge heart in him wants. He wants to see Bruce again and help him. 

A tiny part of him wants to go home and pretend like his dad still loves him even though he’s gone and gotten a new kid. One who’s probably in Ja’s room with all new clothes that are fitting of a good son. A loved son. 

Ryner bumps shoulders with him pulling him out of his head. His ring had begun to flicker a bit from the emotional distress. The other human places a hand over it to block the light and Jason let’s him. It’s a distraction. 

“ C’mon Ja’s Earth isn’t like you remember it. Let me show you a good time? “

That stupid hopeful smile and the shy way Ryner really looks at him hurts. He’s weak to things like this. People actually caring about him. He’s practically starving for it. He swallows down his protest. After all it would probably be nice to see his family again. They probably wouldn’t even recognize him. He could go and help and then maybe take up Ryner on his offer for a burger. 

Something light. Something Casual. 

“ Fine.. That sounds ok- I’ll go. “

Ja's wishes he could ignore the stupid happiness radiating off of the other lantern. 

“ Swear to God Ja’s this is going to be so much fun- You aren’t gonna regret it. There’s this one place that serves burgers like the size of your head and the art on the wall is just so hilarious- “

Ja's rolls his eyes as he finishes the last of his drink. 

“ Shut up Ryner and don’t make me regret this. “

The green lantern mims zipping his mouth shut and Ja's laughs.

Turns out he’s actually right as well. 

Jas's hasn’t been to Earth in years and it really shows. The place looks different. Even Gotham in all its dirt and grime feels foriegn to him. He joins the other lanterns in their job of catching and sending the aliens back to a prison at the corps. It’s fun with the little quips the Green Lanterns seem to toss back and forth between one another. Jason isn’t used to it but it’s a vibrant kind of energy that leaves a smile on his face even while he’s fighting. 

With the group supers the battle is over quickly. Quick enough and Ja's finds himself disappointed. He doesn’t know why but ever since they’ve been back in Gotham he has been positively vibrating. It’s new and exciting and maybe it’s because he caught a few glimpses of familiar capes and blue. 

When they all land on the roof for briefing Ja's feels like he’s about to burst from the excitement. 

This time when Ryner bumps into his shoulder it isn’t quite as annoying and he bumps back. It’s playful and light which seems to be the mood with them all. That is until Batman comes down with his dark dramatics.Jas's goes stone still at the sight of him. A blue and Black shadow follows behind before the bright colors of Robin pop up the edge of the building. 

It’s- strange to him. Like being on the wrong side of a mirror. He takes in what he can see of Bruce’s face from under the mask. The worn lines seem just too deep to be on the man he thought of as his father. Even Dick’s posture feels different and the new Robin… Well Ja's wishes he could say he feels anger but if anything he just feels- strange. There’s also something else. It’s slow and thrumming in his mind like he’s running on outdated software. His entire body itches all over and all he wants is to get closer. He needs to be closer. Close enough to touch, feel and just make sure they're real. That they are who he remembers and not just a figment of his imagination-  

Ryner nudges him and Ja's hisses under his breath. 

“ We gotta go. Didn’t you hear the man? “

Ja's had not heard him. The soothing quality of Bruce’s voice always made it hard to focus. The dark timber of it has always been more relaxing than menacing in his opinion. Just- being so close to them but not with them feels so strange. He knows he has to go over there. It’s been years and he probably doesn’t even fit in space left. There's anxiety at the thought, to go home he'd be willing to cut away any parts of him that he needed to. He swallows. It’s a sad and small mindset, something that he’s supposed to be better than by now. 

“ Heard him say what? “

Someone clears their throat and now there’s all eyes on them. Apparently they weren’t being as quiet as they thought.

“ That your help has been appreciated but you are not welcome in my city. “

Hearing it and knowing it are two different things. While Ja's always knew how Bruce felt about metas and supers, actually being told to leave is equal parts hilarious and frustrating. The itch that has been nagging him turns into an entire rash. He takes two steps forward but Ryners hand stops him from closing the distance. He shrugs off the touch, it doesn’t feel right. 

“ Yea? And who decides who comes into Gotham. Last I checked I have a birth certificate sayin i’m Gothamite and that means I can come to this cesspool whenever I want. “

He spits the words in the accent to prove a point. He’s giving away too much- too much information. He knows how Bruce obsesses over identities. It's not like the corps where everyone knew everything. A few people look around and Jas's suddenly feels even smaller. Ryner pulls him back and he can’t get himself to move. He just stares at Bruce hoping- wishing that the man will know it’s him. That he’ll close the distance and hug him and hold him. That he’ll smell like home like he always did when Jason could fit on his lap. 

Because as many sisters as he has now he only has one living father, brother and grandfather. He only has them and Jason wants so badly to be told that he could have them again. Space has never felt like much of a home. As much as the others made efforts they’re versions of love and his are different. He clung to the idea of meeting a soul mate and being full but now that he’s actually in front of Bruce he just wants to be here. With his dad. 

The shush on the roof is eerie. Ryner pulls harder and this time Ja's stumbles back. 

“ Ja’s lets go. “

The hardness of his voice spurs him into action. Bruce doesn’t move. He doesn’t move an inch and it hurts so badly he thinks he might die. When the lanterns take off he hesitates for just a moment. His eyes find Dick’s hoping for…. He doesn’t know what. When their eyes meet his heart pounds and his blood rushes in his ears. The blankness he gets back makes him flinch.

His eyes flicker to the Robins and the innocent wide eye stare is just- too much. He feels like a spectacle. His eyes flutter around and soon he realizes just how out of place he is. Not like he ever fit to begin with. 

Shame rolls over him. He staggered back a few steps. No one moves and his throat goes dry. He turns and flies after Ryner in mortification.

[nebraska-is-a-myth]

Your cold dead heart - part 9

I am very behind on recent events on the smp, but I promise after these next few chapters we’ll start catching up to the present with all the shlatt stuff. Just bare with me okay :)

Masterlist

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“Why do you wear them? The glasses?”

Eret shifts in the bed slightly, it’s not like he's never been asked the question before, he just never thought he would be so willing to tell anyone the answer, let alone a child.

“You don't uh, have to tell me if you don't want.”

Tommy says it so quietly, so full of concern, it's strange to Eret not hearing the boy be so loud and brash all the time. He sometimes forgets how young the boy really is.

“Shit hit the fan back at my old job, had to lay low for a while. Still kind have to.”

The two stay quiet for a while, Eret knows Tommy is curious, it’s what makes Tommy Tommy, but Erets not sure if he can tell the boy what he wants to know.

“What was it like, back in England? I don't remember much of it from before I moved.”

Tommys the one to shift now, they're both under the covers just staring up at the ceiling. Tommy had come in to seek Erets comfort after another nightmare, the teen usually came to Eret on nights like this and Wilbur on some occasions, but now the tears had stopped, neither one could find themselves particularly drowsy.

“It was nice, a lot nicer than here. You would have liked it, all the greenery, trees everywhere, weather wasn't great over there though. Rained a lot more.”

“That I remember.”

They both share a soft chuckle and the room goes silent again.

“I got involved in some really bad stuff when I was younger, much worse than any of this.”

Tommy doesn't respond, Erets almost thankful for it.

“I got offered a position at MI6 when we eventually got caught. I had a choice, either join the secret services and do whatever they say, or get beaten to death halfway through my life sentence in prison.”

“So I worked undercover at MI6, doing whatever the fuck they told me to, too scared of going to prison to ever question what I was doing. Until one day they asked me to do something and I just couldn't, so I ran. I had no money, no friends, nowhere to hide. They had my fingerprints and retina scans, that's how they keep track of all of their agents both in and out of the field, they're shitty people but they're smart. That's how I met Dream actually. I knew of George from the work I was doing, he was on MI6 radar, and well, George knew of me because he’s a good hacker. Knew everyone who was against him. They offered to help me out if I did a few clean up tasks here and there, offered me safety in the SMP, so I took it. And you know the rest.”

“I just thought you pissed off the queen or something.”

”Go to sleep Tommy.”

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Eret is alive!

He is alive and breathing and standing in front of them with sunlight reflecting off his stupid black sunglasses and all Tubbo wants to do is run over to Eret and give him the biggest hug. But then he hears Tommy's breathing pick up next to him. Tubbo turns his head towards his friend and he doesn't know what to do. Tommy's body is rigid and there are tears streaming down his face, his eyes are fixed on Eret but he hasn't blinked in what feels like forever. Something is wrong, something is very wrong. He can't tell whether his friend is having a panic attack or if he’s just in shock, but he knows Tommy needs help. And it seems like sapnap’s noticed too. 

“What's up with the kid.”

Tubbo makes eye contact with Wilbur and he hopes the older man understands the panic stricken look he gives him, Tommy is not okay. Wilbur hurry's over to Tommy's side and cups his face with his warm hands, Wilbur hasn't seen Tommy this grief stricken in, well, ever. Sure he cried and sobbed when he thought his friend was dead, but it was nothing like this. This is terrifying.

“Tommy, hey Tommy it's me, it’s Wilbur. Can you hear me Toms, your safe alright. It's just me, your safe.”

Wilbur feels so scared, anything could be going through Tommy's brain right now. His limbs have locked into place and his eyes look so, empty. 

It feels like forever before Tommy finally gasps and breaks out of whatever flashback he was having. Wilbur feels a wave of relief wash over him and he holds Tommy's face in his hands. “Hey, it's okay, it's okay, It’s just me Tommy.”

“Wilbur, I, I don't know what's, what's happenin.”

Tommy sounds so broken and so scared, Wilbur doesn't know how to help the boy. Wilbur presses his forehead against Tommy's and he can feel Tommy grip on his shirts just below his body armor.

“Eret, is, is he”

“He’s alive Toms, he's okay.”

Tommy lets out a breath and the two separate for a short moment.

Tommy looks past Wilbur at the man in question, he sees the sunglasses on his face, and the gun in his hand, and suddenly the sadness is completely wiped from his face. Tommy softly moves past Wilbur and he sees sapnap raise his gun slightly.

“How are you alive?”

Nobody answers him for a second, even George is surprisingly quiet for once. The atmosphere changes around them and suddenly all Tommy can feel is anger.

“I said, how are you alive.”

“Answer me!”

“Tommy.”

“Shut up dream, let him speak.” Wilbur steps forward closer to Tommy, now catching on to what the boy is implying.

“I watched you drown! Tell my why you aren't fucking rotting at the bottom of the ocean Eret or I swear to god you're gonna wish you fucking were.”

“We were never going to win Tommy.”

“I don't give a shit Eret! Why are you not fucking dead!”

“There were oxygen tanks okay. An oxygen tank and a tunnel that takes you to the other side of town. The plan was-”

“The plan! You fucking planned this!”

“The plan was to swim out and get here and convince you to surrender.”

A chorus of disbelief erupts from the people of l’manburg and in the chaos Tommy lunges forwards and draws his pistol on Eret.

“I- We trusted you!”

“Tommy I-”

“We fucking trusted you!”

“Tommy put the gun down”

“He betrayed us Fundy!”

“It wasn't meant to be Tommy.”

“Shut the fuck up you bastard.”

Suddenly everything goes silent as Tommy feels the cold metal of a gun pressed to the back of his head.

“I suggest you lower that gun Tommy.”

“Why don't you take that gun and shove it up your-”

“Tommy! I am ordering you to stand down!”

Tommy stares at Eret for a second longer while the silence suffocates him, before swatting sapnaps gun away from his head and walking back towards Wilbur.

George puffs and turns to dream like a nagging child.

“I’m bored, are we fighting or not.”

Tommy is raging, he wants to scream and shout at Eret and punch him until his knuckles break. But he’s not here to fight for himself, he’s here to fight for L’manburg. He’s here for his friends, and most importantly, for independence. So with his anger boiling, and his head held high, TommyInnit goes to war.

“You wanna fight, lets fucking fight.”

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Fundy is the first to fall. He’s hit with a bullet in his right shoulder that sends red hot pain scorching though his body. He feels paralyzed and Tubbo has to help him back behind cover to tend to his wounds. “I’ll be fine, I just need to keep pressure on it, go and help the others.”

“Are you sure, this is a lot of blood?”

“Yes Tubbo, I’m sure. Now go.”

Tubbo is reluctant to leave his friend, but he can hear his team mates shouting at one another, they were running low on ammo, whereas the dream smp seemed to produce the bullets out of thin air. It was barely a fair fight to begin with, they certainly didn't need two of their team members away from the fight. Tubbo runs back out towards where Tommy is firing and sets his gun back into position.

“How many rounds you got.”

Tommy ducks for a moment to check.

“I've got one clip left.” He takes a deep breath and peaks over the edge at the opposing team. “Cover me.”

“Tommy what are you, Tommy!”

Tommy runs out across the barrage of bullets, straight into enemy territory. Tubbo does as he says and fires straight back at the people who have spotted the blonde, Tommy needs to move, and fast. He spots Eret across the war strip and heads out of cover towards them. He’s almost within punching distance when a sudden weight pushes him to the ground.

“Look who we've got here.” Tommy tries to get up but Sapnap just pushes him back down onto the floor again, face first. “Well if it isn't the little cry baby.”

Sapnap presses his heel into Tommy's back and the familiar feel of Sapnaps gun forces Tommys face into the dirt.

“Get off me dickead.”

The other man chuckles and makes Tommys blood boil, he never really did understand why Dream was friends with him. Maybe it was fear, or maybe this was who Dream really was, a ruthless, merciless killer. (Tommy sometimes wondered whether the persona was just another lie.)

“Move sapnap, this one's mine.”

George? What does George want with Tommy?

Sapnap grabs Tommy by the back of his shirt and forces him to his feet, pushing him in George's direction .

Tommy feels the pain before he registers what's happening. Gorge punches hard. Warmth blooms in his nose and he can feel his head spinning, when he’s finally able to look at George properly, he thinks he sees two of them.

“I never understood why Dream took you in, you were dirty and poor and fucking useless at almost everything.”

Oh, so this is why George wanted him.

Tommy raises his arms in defense, he knew how to fight, techno taught him that, he just had to block George until everything stopped spinning.

“I never understood why he spoke to such a pathetic kid like you, why he trusted you. But then he told me what his plan was, and it finally clicked. Dream doesn't give a shit about you Tommy.”

George swings again, Tommy blocks.

“You're just another pawn for him to mess with, another character for the cameras.”

Swing

Block

“You're just a dead weight to him, a burden for him to find purpose for.”

Swing

“Did you really think he cared about you?.”

Block

“You're not loved, you're not special.”

Swing

“When you die here today, nobody will remember you, no one will even-”

Hit

George holds a hand to his jaw and smirks at Tommy.

“You can't kill me, no one can.”

“Oh I won't kill you.”

Tommy lowers his hands for a moment, confusion set on his face.

“Dream will.”

[nightsongalchemy]

Wow! It’s been a long time since I’ve done any sort of health update. I actually started to write this post *months* ago, but honestly between all the ups and downs of life, I was either too busy, depressed, or chronically ill to be up for sharing. Roller coaster! Whoo!🎢

Catching Covid last year for three and half months really set me back health wise, as it has for a lot of our chronically ill friends. With severe allergies and a sinus/ear/throat infection immediately following; I developed damage in my throat. Talking and singing became VERY painful. After playing a couple of gigs last summer that ended in tears from the amount of pain I was enduring, I was forced to stop singing for awhile. 😔

After ANOTHER sinus/ear/throat infection that followed yet another bad allergy attack then in September - I broke. I couldn’t speak at all for about three weeks. Unfortunately, this second infection made the issues in my throat SO MUCH WORSE. Talking on a regular basis became unbearably painful without even bringing singing into the mix. The damage was now set up to be long term… 😞

After all of this, I sank into yet another dark depression. Singing was the only creative passion I had left after my disabilities wouldn’t allow me to do all the other things I love; playing the harp, tattooing, drawing, or painting on any kind of consistent bases. Many evenings and nights I wished I had a friend who could hold and cuddle me tenderly saying things like, “This is so fucked up, and this isn’t fair. You don’t deserve any of this you poor, sweet girl.” 😞

Shortly after, one of the many hands surgeons I’ve seen over the years ordered an MRI for my thumb after telling me surgery wasn’t going to be an option for my tendinitis. “I’m afraid it's going to make it worse.” He couldn’t offer any sort of answer or hope for the situation. “At least we can see if we’re missing anything with your thumb.” 🙁

The MRI was a nightmare... I came out of it with my arm practically twisted and ripped out of its socket while enduring multiple seizures due to the excruciating pain. (Pain that had nothing to do with my hand!?) It’s been eight months since that MRI, and I’m still suffering with pain under my right shoulder blade and socket. When its flared up I’ll get nerve pain that runs down my arm into my fingers. About a week ago I was diagnosed with bursitis due to the MRI injury. Sweet baby Jesus… 😩

Honestly, after that, there was only a dim flicker of a light left where the fire in my heart and soul used to be. Between the Mirena IUD causing a Pseudo Tumor Cerebri, Stage-4 Epstein Barr Virus (Fibromyalgia,) and a plethora of other un-healing injuries, traumas, symptoms, and conditions I finally broke. Not being completely consumed by the numbness and dark was nearly impossible, and I could only faintly remember a time when I was always positive, smiling, and filled with cheer and love. Beaten, chewed up, and spit out, I was traumatized over and over again. I felt like just as I would start to get better, something else would beat me down. I wanted to die. 😢

Now, I’m not going to lie, things are still hard. I still suffer daily with chronic pain, etc., but after a long plateau, there have finally been some good forward movements with my health.

I’ve been slowly regaining the ability to digitally draw and paint! :’) This was how I was able to create that beautiful little winter solstice night elf illustration back in December and the poster for the Faerie Garden Party. Now, after months of slowly working on it bit by bit, I’m happy to share this symbolic painting, “Loosing Hope.” I started this while I was in one of the deepest parts of my depression last year. Each break symbolic of the physical pain and various injuries, my inner light escapes through all the cracks.

Sadly, it takes me INCREDIBLY longer to create and finish a piece with the limitations of the chronic joint pain, tendinitis, and fibro, some days I can’t even draw at all since things get flared up so easily… but even though my abilities are very much more limited then they were before, my heart still cries for me to be an artist, so I will continue to fight to do what I love. I’ll keep following my dreams, and I’m incredibly grateful for what I can do… I sincerely just wish the pain would fully heal.

On another good health note, my seizures are slowly becoming even less frequent still and all my digestive issues have been getting better too!!! I saw the most improvement when I finally was able to go completely radical fat free on my #medicalmediumprotocols

Although my throat and voice are still on the mend, I was very grateful that it was just well enough that I could sing at the Faerie Garden Party in Berkeley Springs, WV this past weekend. I hope it continues to heal so I can sing all the time again on day. :’)

I feel so blessed that there have been laughs and good times along the way, such as when Robbie and I had our engagement photo shoot last October (I’m so excited to share the photos!) or when we traveled to #Moresca in New York together to pick out some garb for our future wedding reception. The “Bringing in the May” art show and the Faerie Garden Party in Berkeley Springs, WV were absolutely amazing memories as well! 🥰

I work as hard as I can every day to continue to run my business, follow all my Medical Medium protocols perfectly, keep my band moving forward, and take care of my home and family. I sing and work as much as I can before the pain makes me stop. Every day I’m doing the very best I can to keep my hope for healing and restoration alive. I still get depressed, but I’m still healing. I’m not at the finish line yet, so I still get really sad, but I’ll continue to fight. I still haven’t given up, even though I’ve been enduring for years. Thank you to all the precious friends who have supported me through all of this. I don’t know if I would still be here without you. Thank you for taking the time to check in and read my stories. I love all of you and miss you so much. Thank you.❤️

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[kyber-kisses]

Just A Trim

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: blushy!dean because I’m a slut for blushy!dean. deal with it.

Summary: Hair can be a hassle, especially while hunting. The reader decides In a spur of the moment decision to cut it off.

A/n: as someone who has their hair cut short, I kind of get tired of reading fics where the reader is described as having long and flowing hair, so here’s a little twist on the normal. This one goes out to all my short haired readers. (Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Hair.

Why was hair so fucking annoying?

One minute everything is totally fine, and the next? It’s either tangled and knotted, or full of static, and it got dirty so. Damn. Easily.

And then you add the hunter factor to the equation and everything just worsens. It gives the monsters something to pull on, it constantly gets snagged on random things, and to be honest, you had lost count of how many times a monster latched on and took a decent size chunk out of your head.

To put it simply: hair was a fucking nightmare. Having it long was practically a death threat within itself.

You had just gotten back from a hunt with the brothers, muscles sore, eyes droopy, and missing almost an entire lock of hair from your head. Needless to say, the case was not a simple salt and burn.

Falling back into one of the wooden seats in the library, you let out a groan, your head falling back to rest on the back of the chair.

“I quit. Next time you find a case, just leave me behind. I’m tired of getting beaten up by spirits.”

“Oh quit your whining. It wasn’t that bad.” Dean fired back, dropping his duffel on the table and plopping down next to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you the one that got decked by a woman in a Victorian gown? No, I didn’t think so. . . “ you mused, sliding lower in your seat, chin practically touching your chest.

“We told you not to go into the house alone.” Sam butted in, shrugging off his jacket and pulling out his laptop, no doubt already looking for another case.

“Here’s a plan; you two can shut up.” You nodded, heels sliding across the polished floor as you slid further down, fingers flexing against the armrests. You were ready to give up and just slide completely to the floor. The case had completely drained you.

“Aw, poor baby.” Dean cooed, patting the top of your head with a grin, “she’s in a mood.”

“Look what that bitch did-“ you whined, one of your hands going to your head to showcase the lock of hair that was several inches shorter than the rest. “She ripped out some of my hair.”

“I’m not supposed to laugh, right?” The Winchester trying hard to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Giving him another glare, you punched him in the arm, watching him recoil slightly. “It’s not funny!”

“It kinda is. . .”

“Im sorry, are you asking to get hit again?”

Deans silence gave you an answer, and with that you relaxed back into your seat, slightly zoning out, suddenly deep in thought. A minute or two passed before you finally decided to just say: Fuck it.

Fuck long hair and all the problems that came with it.

“That’s it!” Quickly sitting up, you slammed your palms against the tables surface, making both brothers jumps at the sudden sound, Dean almost dropping his beer. Kicking back your chair, you paid no attention to their confused stares as you marched out of the library and down the hallway towards the bathroom.

Once you were out of sight, Dean whipped around to look at his brother, “what the hell was that?”

The younger Winchester only shrugged, raising his eyebrows, “hell if I know. Maybe she finally snapped and is planning your murder.” He joked.

“That’s not funny, Sam.”

“Kinda is. You know you could always just tell her how you feel instead of teasing her like a kindergartner with a crush?”

Deans eyes widened before he sent his brother another glare, “that’s a terrible idea. Never suggest anything like that ever again.”

“Dean-“

“You bring that up again, and one day you’ll wake up tied to one of the trees outside the bunker.” Dean warned, threateningly raising a finger to point at him.

*. *. *. *. *.

Half an hour later, you stepped back out into the hallway, leaving behind a trash can full of hair clippings and flaunting a new look.

Your hair was several inches shorter, the ends just barley hanging past your chin, and tickling your face as you walked down the hallway. Your head already felt so much lighter. You had already run your hands through it several times, the abrupt ends making you smile.

This was the best decision you had made in a long time. Why it took you so long to do, you had no fucking clue.

It was still damp from when you had washed it, but it was already drying. That was another plus, it dried so much quicker.

A wide smile took up your features as you continued down the hall, shaking your head just for the hell of it, and watching the short strands fly.

Fuck long hair. This was so much more fun and easy.

Stepping back up into the library, you carded your hand through your hair once more, seeing that the boys had not budged from their spots. Always working. Why were they always working?

“Hey, you guys find a case yet?”

At the sound of your voice, both brothers looked up, eyes widening in unison, clearly surprised.

“Oh, wow.” Dean breathed, slightly shifting in his seat so he could turn his body towards you.

“What?”

“Your hair- it’s so short.”

“Oh, good to know your not blind.” You mused, giving him a small smile, settling into your seat once more. “What do you think?”

“It looks great, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

Meanwhile, Dean sat speechless besides you, mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words.Your eyebrows knitted together in concern as you watched him. He was never this quiet. Why was he so quite? And why did he have that weird look on his face? The whole thing was worrisome.

“Dean?”

It was like your voice snapped him out of his trance because he quickly blinked, sitting up straighter in his seat, “yeah, it looks- it looks good. Really good. I like it!”

In truth, Dean loved it. He had never seen you with short hair, but now that he had- holy shit. You looked so good with short hair. So good.

“Really? Thanks! I should have done it years ago.” You smiled, going back to run your fingers through your hair, “plus, now I can do this-“ you quickly shook your head again, your short locks flying across your face in a wild frenzy and making you giggle, your nose scrunching up in amusement. You looked like a child just then. So carefree and happy.

Dean absentmindedly reached over once your head had stopped moving, brushing the strands that covered your face back behind your ears. Why was it so soft too? He didn’t think hair could be that soft.

“Oh, by the way, I borrowed your electric razor.” You added casually, successfully making Deans eyebrows draw together.

“WHy?”

Instead of giving him a simple worded answer, you shot him an amused smile, flipping your head forward to reveal the buzzed undercut beneath your short locks.

“Woah!”

“Okay, wasn’t expecting that-“ Dean breathed, “what made you want to do that?” He questioned, letting a calloused hand run along the buzzed section above the base of your neck, the short hairs tickling his palm.

“I was feeling spontaneous.” You sighed, flipping your head back up and shaking your hair around again.

“Sam, Y/Ns hair is now shorter than yours!” Dean exclaimed, whipping around to look at his brother, who only glared at him in response.

“My hair is not that long.”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Sammy.”

“So you really like it?” You questioned again, gaining Deans attention once more.

“Yeah, it looks really good on you.”he smiled, casually moving to run his hand through your hair, clearly surprised when you leaned into his touch with a hum.

“Thanks. I was tired of monsters yanking on it, and it getting in the way.” You explained, shifting in your chair to allow yourself to card your fingers through his hair, “now I understand why guys keep it short. . . Except Sam.” You grinned, the two of you giving the younger Winchester an amused side eye.

Sam rolled his eyes, slamming his laptop shut, “okay, okay. I’m leaving. You two have fun running your hands through each others hair, and denying your obvious feelings for each other. I’ll be in the kitchen.” Sliding out of his seat, he was gone before a proper blush could even creep across either of your faces.

“What?”

Both of your hands freezing in each other hair, completely being caught off guard by Sams words. Peaking through a few stray strand of hair, you looked at Dean, his eyes wide.

“Dean, do you li-“ your words being quickly cut off as he ruffled your hair, successfully putting a curtain of hair between you and him, so he could block the view of the blush creeping across his face.

“Hey!” You let out a light laugh, swatting his hand away, and blowing your hair out of your face, eyes locking with his. He was such a child sometimes.

“What?”

“Do you like me?”

Dean let out a breath of hair, glancing away with a slight shrug, “Pfff n-no.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” You fired back, quickly tangling both your hands in his short hair and tugging him down to your level, firmly locking your lips againt his. There was a momentary pause from the hunter before fingers curled into your short hair, pulling you even closer.

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

The End.

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[muse-oleum]

What did you want to show me?

Kingsman: Harry Hart x fem!reader

Prompt #67: “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules”

Summary: Another honeypot because it’s Harry Hart. Pulsating sexual tension and rough sex at the other end. Thank me later. 

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smutty af; swearing

When you get to the smut piece, play this, it’s my thot anthem. 

As a new Kingsman recruit, and one out of a grand total of two female recruits, you naturally drew attention to yourself. 

That, and your fiery, feisty and general no-bullshit nature. In fact, if half of Kingsman was enthralled by you, the other half stayed well clear of you. 

You’d been put forward by agent Bedivere, who knew what she was about. She’d been in your shoes only a handful of years before, and was a friend before a mentor. Thanks to her guidance, you made it to the very last round, and passed your last task with flying colors. 

Apart from Bedivere, Eggsy, Roxy and Merlin (even though he professed he “didn’t do favorites”), there was one other agent who was secretly glad of your enrollment. 

Agent Galahad, 6ft2, in his early fifties, with a killer swagger walk, was one handsome package. 

A tall, very English, very sexy package, who also happened to be a good twenty years your senior. 

That only made his occasional touches more thrilling. 

You were convinced nobody else had caught on to your mutual flirtation. Or, at least, you fervently hoped nobody else had because Merlin would definitely kill the both of you. With the amount of times you two had nearly blown up a mission by “accidentally” losing focus, you wondered at having never been told down by the quartermaster. 

Tonight, you could already tell, was just going to be another one of these nights. But this time, there was a twist. This was a honeypot. Your favorite. 

Why favorite? Honeypots were amongst the most entertaining missions on your agenda. There was nothing you enjoyed more than watching all these criminals fawn over you, and get absolutely dragged into the dust two seconds later. Hadn’t found anything more satisfying yet.

Roxy said this violent streak of yours was exactly why half of Kingsman was legitimately terrified at the idea of being left alone with you. 

All except agent Galahad. 

In fact, he was convinced what had originally attracted him to you was your sheer violence. If you had a grueling day, God have mercy on the poor soul who looked at you the wrong way. You could go rogue in a split second, and were never more powerful and sexy than when you were fighting. 

He wasn’t at all sure how he was going to handle tonight’s mission. You were posing as a couple (again) taking interest in a some underhand weapon deal (again) and he was going to need a cold shower as soon as he got back (again). 

The very moment he saw you approach the car, he felt a painful pull in his groin. 

You had opted for an open back red dress, figure hugging but bulletproof and comfortable. You had spent all the evening making plans as to how to successfully steal it from Kingsman’s seemingly never ending stock of fancy clothes. 

The dress hugged your figure in all the right places, leaving very little to the imagination. Agent Galahad had never seen you in such a dress - your gigs were usually more business/formal - and you smiled an almost feline smile when you noticed his reaction. 

If this dress didn’t get him to let go of that annoying self-control of his, than you’d consider yourself beaten. 

He didn’t look so bad himself in his three piece suit, the waistcoat accentuating his lean waist and broad shoulders. 

God he was so sexy. It should be criminal to be this attractive. The man was practically oozing sex appeal, from is slick back hair to the point of his shiny shoes. 

“Ready, Y/N?” he said once he had recovered his voice. 

“As always, Galahad.” 

The smirk you sent his way had his blood boiling in his veins. 

The car pulled up to another one of London’s long list of fancy hotels. This one was a tall penthouse, with tall glass windows reaching all the way to the 10th floor. Roxy would hate this, you thought. Not made for anyone who hates heights. 

“You go in there and gather as much intel as we can, get it?” came a suspicious Scottish voice at the other end of your mic. “No funny business, Y/N. Stick to the rules.”

“That rather depends on the level of stupid in the room.” 

Harry chuckled behind you. He was endeavoring to stare at something else than the motion of your hips under your dress and those intoxicating legs of yours. 

So far, he was miserably failing. 

“Ye, well, just get me what I need to bust those idiots, and if you have to beat up one or two of them, don’t ruin the dress. Stick together, don’t go off on your own.” 

“Would be a true shame, that’s for sure.” 

“Shut up Eggsy.”

“You sure need to learn how to take a compliment baby.”

“Don’t call me “baby,” it makes me want to vomit. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“I am working. Looking forward to entertainment provided by yours truly.”

Sighing dramatically, Harry turned his glasses’ feed on, recording the room, people and looking at a 3D plan of the whole building through the lenses. 

You were already in movement, in conversation with one of your targets. The tall American was evidently used to getting his own way with women and was an absolute nitwit. He babbled on and on about his business, how he got hold of the weapons he resold to the mafia for high prices, and how he didn’t care about the countless lives lost in the process. 

Disgust welled inside you but you held your own, watching as Harry successfully seduced another unsuspecting victim. His target was a middle-aged woman, the wife of one of the upstart weapon sellers in the room. Said weapon seller was probably busy in his suite with another woman, so you couldn’t begrudge her interest in such a fine specimen. 

But he was yours first and hers second if you had any say in it. 

Ignoring Merlin’s orders, you abandoned your target here and there, making headway for the staircase, planning to do some snooping around. Merlin had specified not to get in any risky business, but snooping and danger went hand in hand. 

You interrupted what looked like an intense threesome as you hijacked the first door. They didn’t even notice. 

The third door you unlocked looked to be more promising. It was a large room, city view, jacuzzi and all. 

“Where the fuck are you, Y/N? We’re supposed to stay together!” came Galahad’s angry voice in your mic. 

“None of these players stick by the rules, Galahad. “You gotta play their game if you want to find something truly useful. Like this.”

You let your glasses record the document you held, before taking off the gloves you’d put on and placing it back in the briefcase you’d found it in. You took off your glasses and put them in your handbag. Galahad and you had decided only one of you would wear theirs full time, so as not to arouse suspicions. 

You heard the door unlock and ducked behind the bathroom door, gun already drawn, heart beating. 

“It’s me.”

“Jesus Christ, you scared the devil out of me!” you hissed, trying to shake off the rush of adrenaline. 

“Yeah, well, if you’d stayed with me or even just told me where you were going…”

“Oh, shut up, rules don’t apply in honeypots. Got anything from that lovely lady? She certainly seemed interested.” 

Galahad stared you down. Hard. Then he removed his glasses.

(fun under the cut)

“And here I was thinking that old fashioned honeypots still had a future” was the only thing you could think of saying.

His eyes had darkened, his jaw was set. You felt the weight of his stare over your skin. He backed you up against the bed, your calves brushing against the soft sheets. 

“Why won’t you stick by the rules?”

Oh, he wanted to play? Fine.

Putting on your best sultry gaze, you took a step towards him, grateful for your heels as they boosted your height to match his.

“Because rules are boring. And, sometimes, you’ve got to break them.”

“You’re always angry at something.”

“That’s what brats do. We’re angry and we show it.” You edged even closer, your breath tingling his skin. Your voice wasn’t above a whisper when you said, lips ghosting over the older agent’s jaw:

“Too bad life made us that way.” 

Galahad smiled, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. You were defiant, holding your small frame against his. He could feel your chest brush up against his. 

“Well, shall I show you what happens to brats who don’t stick by the rules?”

Your eyes widened. His hands snuck up on your waist, his fingers unzipping the back of your dress as his hands travelled up your back to grab your shoulders. 

He pulled you to him roughly, crashing his lips on yours as a groan escaped him. He felt your hips pressing against his, undulating against the hardened, sensitive part of himself. Your hands held onto his shoulders, ripping his suit jacket off his strong frame. 

You removed his tie next, just as he threw you on top of the bed, parting your legs to move in-between them. He thrust up against you, holding against your heated core for a few seconds. 

He pulled on your hair sharply, drawing a cry of pleasure and pain. You felt his tongue trace the outline of your throat, before he bit down hard on your pulse. 

I’m going to have to cover up that up. 

Galahad kept sucking bruising marks over your neck and chest, hiking your dress up above your waist before diving in between your legs. He didn’t waste time preparing you, sucking and licking up your core before attacking your nub. A sharp cry escaped you, a tug of pleasure ripping across your thighs. He held your hips down as you desperately tried to get closer to him. 

Galahad’s hands enclosed yours overtop of the bedsheets, gripping and pulling at your forearms to anchor himself against you as you shook against him, so close to release you could feel terrible waves of heat coursing through your core. 

Deciding you’d had enough of his torturing you, you pulled him up, forcing him to abandon his very enjoyable task. 

You weren’t about to relinquish control that easily. 

Twisting your legs around him, trapping his body underneath yours, you pressed down hard against his stomach. Biting your lips, you ripped button after button, throwing his waistcoat to the side. As soon as you felt his hands frantically reach for your hips, you dove in, leaving long, hot kisses on his chest. 

He rocked his hips against yours, locking his eyes with yours. God, you were going to orgasm now if he kept that rhythm going. 

He felt your legs squeeze up on him, as your head rolled backwards, the first moans escaping your lips. He surged upwards, meeting you thrust for thrust. He had to let you come first, but he knew he couldn’t hold out for long. Not with the way your heated core felt against his skin. 

“Fuck, Harry…”

Hearing you use his real name sent a jolt of pleasure through his groins. Fused at the core, both your centers felt on fire, feeding off each other in a dance as old as mankind. 

One hand found your breast, playing with your nipple. The other pressed against your throat, caressing your neck as he felt you pick up the pace. He knew you only needed the littlest push before he could enjoy his own release. 

Harry slid his hand down your torso, all the way down to where your bodies were joined. He applied pressure on your nub through the folds of your dress.

Your hands came crashing down on his chest as you bore your entire weight down on him, an exultant shout echoing through the room as your let your orgasm claim you. You rode the waves of pleasure, aware of Harry’s hands digging into your waist as he panted out his need. 

Smirking, you helped him along, drawing patterns against his fevered skin and, at long last, you felt him release inside you. 

His breath came ragged, chest heaving and eyes tightly shut, he was truly a vision.

You had to admit, you were proud of yourself for bringing such a man to such an undoing. You’d wondered what an unhinged Harry Hart would look like and now you had your answer. 

Leaning in, your arms resting on either side of his head, you resumed kissing him, stealing whatever was left of his breath. 

You could feel the last tremors of his pleasure on his lips. 

“What did you want to show me?” you murmured in his ear. 

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From Utu’s Temple Pt 4 (Gilgamesh, Siduri, Hakuno)

Thus far: 1, 2, 3

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Was it a crime to kill one’s sister?

Maybe not kill, but maybe seriously injure so that her legs no longer carried her all the way to wherever in Ereshkigal’s own realm she’d gone.

Ur-Nungal bit his lip, looking around the temple carefully.

Gula was a pestilence, an absolute monster of a baby sister and there was no better evidence of this than right now. Today he was supposed to spend time with grandfather Utu, learning how the priests held the ceremonies that were coming up, and instead he was lying and roaming around the building like a complete idiot.

His mother had noted Gula was gone and had panicked as he’d gotten dressed.

He’d known that little fool was only going to be doing one thing: getting mom one of her favorite meals for here in the temple.

Ummum’s birthday was coming soon. It was normal for them to want to celebrate it, but they were not supposed to leave the temple. At all.

“I swear to the gods,” Ur breathed, making a show of looking under the pews as his mother passed by, “when I find you, Gula, I’m going to force you to do all my chores for a year. Cleaning the priests’ horses, carrying in the firewood, and I’m going to make you kill the chickens for meals.”

She’d cry like a baby.

Praise Aya.

His mother slipped out of the room, busying herself with helping a few of the temple maidens. Ur slipped around the front doors, grabbing his stashed cloak on the way out.

His sister was going to be beaten.

What kind of idiot went running around outside without telling anyone, anyway? There were laws, rules that they had. If their abum ever found them, they’d be killed because the man was a bastard.

“Sorry, ummum,” Ur murmured, practically sensing the ire his mother would hold for him thinking such a thing.

The bridge was just out of town. He knew it well enough.

The boats were off in the distance still, so that didn’t seem to be a problem. There were a few more people out and about as he meandered towards the waters, but he didn’t…

“Did you hear?”

Ur paused, shifting a little to have his face be seen.

“The king was seen here slaughtering enemies,” a merchant nearby murmured to some companions. “Ended up carrying a body towards the palace.”

“A body?”

“Yeah, I don’t know who it was, but it must have been a child. The figure was quite small. Couldn’t miss the king’s grin though. The person must have been important.”

The king had been near…

Ur moved closer to the bridge, noting the blood splatterings and the gathered crowd. There were soldiers gathered along the waters, checking for something in the water’s depths as a pile of sliced bodies were piled nearby.

But the guards didn’t make him pause, the bodies did.

That poor aim couldn’t be mistaken. Only someone as stupid as the person he was thinking of would slice in that kind of way. Who aimed for the face when the throat was available?

There were other wounds though, deeper, harsher wounds. Several of the bodies there were severed in places, with swords still poking out of them.

Ur slipped closer, glancing to the gossiping fools and the soldiers. He pulled one of the shorter swords out.

Utu hadn’t been kidding about how heavy these were.

He felt the thing almost clatter before he pressed it up against himself and looked around again.

A few people were turning his way, their brows furrowing and their mouths thinning. He could see one preparing to talk to him before the gossip turned back up.

Ur made a show of turning away from the scene by pulling his hood over his face a bit more and slipping back towards the kingdom, but the sword weighed more and more with each step he took. He could open those gates, but…

He bit his lip, glancing up towards the palace.

Ummum first.

Ur picked up the pace as he returned back to the temple, keeping the cloak around himself all the way to his chambers that he shared with his sister. The blood from the sword had smeared on his clothes, ruining them. The blade was so sharp that he’d actually managed to cut holes into the fabrics he had kept between the blade and his person.

There was even a cut on his leg.

“You’re doing my chores for two years,” Ur murmured, “and you’re going to begin every day by bringing me my meal.”

Gula would regret ever bothering to come out of their ummum when he was through with her. First she couldn’t do magic well. Then she ran off and did the gods only new what. Then she had the gall to disappear like this.

“Ur-Nungal! Gula!”

Ur cursed, slipping into one of his plainer robes and stashing the blade and bloodied garments under the bed. He hurried to the door, ignoring his slight leg pain from the cut and smiling brightly.

“Ummum!”

“Ur, where’s Gula?” His mother sighed softly, coming over to the door. “Why are you sweaty?”

“Ah- Gula and I have been playing a hide and seek game that requires you to not only find the person, but to catch them too,” he lied. “She’s too fast, ummum.”

Thank the gods he had his father’s talent for being a lying jerk. His mother laughed softly and knelt down, her brown eyes gleaming a little as she leaned in close enough to wipe at his face.

“Ummum-“

“Utu would like to teach you how to do the priest’s ceremony today. Did you forget about that?”

Oh no.

“Ur?”

“I ah… I think I left the outfit that grandfather gave me in the temple somewhere.” He smiled as best he could, “oops.”

“I saw it in your room last night-“

“Y-yeah, b-but then Gula wanted to see it and she made a hole in it so I had to ask one of the temple maidens to fix it and then I think I may have left it in the main hall.”

“Ur-“

“I’ll go look for it!”

“Find your sister and get some dinner as well! Aya wanted to eat with you while I help with some upstairs cleaning-“

“A-actually, Gula and I already ate!”

“What?”

Ur laughed a little. “Yeah, Gula and I went to eat earlier, but Gula will probably need a bath because you know… She’s not as good at table manners as I am.”

“There is that,” his mother agreed.

“Can you tell grandma Aya for me?”

His mother pressed her lips to his head, nodding. “You and Gula still need to take a bath-“

“We can do it! We’ll spend all tomorrow together! Let me draw our bath and everything!”

She didn’t even try to argue, since someone called for her. His ummum simply leaned in, pressing her lips to his forehead and giving him one of those warm ummum hugs of hers. Before long, she was already heading towards the stairwell to the upper floors of the temple.

And now, he could manage this.

Ur closed their bedroom door, sighing as he put the bolt in place.

His sister was in so much trouble.

Ur pulled the sword back out, focusing hard to open those strange gates and shoving the sword into them. He looked around, grabbing his robes and grumbling as he slipped out the window.

The streets were still busy, still bustling. Despite having his cloak, now there was a slash and he had blood stains on his dark cloak. He could see the palace in the distance, but getting there was another task altogether.

Alleys were only so much help. It was still dark outside when he made it to the stairs.

Stairs that had no guards.

Ur frowned, looking around and hurrying up to the next level of the ziggurat.

There he could see figures. There were some soldiers higher up that were standing around. Going that way wouldn’t work.

He opted for a servant entrance.

Ur pulled his hood down, looking around at the hallway he’d found.

The torches were dying here, like someone had been here and had left a while ago. He could see a few servants pass, but he pulled his hood over his hair again and pressed to the wall.

No one noticed him.

How did this king survive with such poor guards?

What a bastard.

“Sorry, ummum,” Ur whispered once again.

He would have to make his ummum something really nice in return for all the lies and for covering up Gula’s little trip. If she was here, he’d find her and get her home.

“OH!”

Ur felt his body slam into someone as he turned the corner, knocking him from his feet. His hood fell back, his eyes drifted up to the woman who’d stepped into view.

“You- You must be-“

He didn’t even hesitate, sprinting around the woman and running in the direction she’d come from. He didn’t pause, ignoring the cloak that left him as she grabbed it. He had to run, had to hide so that he could find his sister.

“BOY!”

No, he wouldn’t listen to the woman.

The palace was filled with bad people. All of them mocked the gods and ignored all nice things, opting for being behind their terrible king.

He heard armor clanking. He ran away from that.

Higher and higher into the place he went, climbing the stairs and not daring to look back.

A set of golden doors were ahead.

That’s where he’d go.

He could hide behind something or slip around the guards when they entered the room and slam something before the doors to block them from leaving.

Yanking the door with a foot against the other, Ur rushed into the room and slammed the door shut.

There was a pounding in his ears.

There was a pounding in his chest as well, but he couldn’t focus on that. He could taste something metal in his mouth, he could feel himself covered in more sweat. He’d be sneaking him and Gula some food when they got home, but-

“What is this?”

The voice was too soft, too pleased. There was a coldness coming to his veins as Ur turned around slowly, noting the blond man sitting up in the bed. His own face, a bit older bit his face no less, was looking back at him.

“To think you’d come-“

Ur closed his eyes, forcing those strange gates from before open.

He pulled the sword out from before, glaring at the king before him.

“Where is my sister?” Ur hissed.

“Hmm?”

“Where. Is. My. Sister?”

A figure shifted in the bed, the brown hair in the dim torchlight unmistakable now.

Finally!

“You are my son, are you not?” The king rose from the sheets, standing up on tall legs to a towering height. Those red eyes gleamed, glowing as he looked over at him. He was all fine fabrics and glimmering gold.

“No, I’m not.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t have an abum. I don’t need one!”

“You lie so poorly,” the blond monster teased, that smile flashing as the king stepped forward. His body seemed to jingle as he moved. “You must get that from Hakuno. She’s always been so bad at lying. She never could keep a secret, especially from me.”

“Give me my sister and leave us alone,” Ur growled.

“Put the sword down before you hurt yourself, child. Your hands cannot even hold that thing.”

“I’m highly trained!”

“Liar.”

A series of gates opened. The lights went out.

Ur barely had the chance to react before he felt something slam him up against the wall. His sword was knocked from his hands, clattering away into the depths of the darkness.

He couldn’t breathe!

“You lie so poorly,” the king’s voice murmured. “It seems your ummum was soft with-“

The words were stopped with his head slamming forward, banging into the king’s ugly face. At his surprised yelp, Ur sprung forth, running for the door nearby.

His eyes landed on a garden, the sound of footsteps hurrying after him.

Once the man made it out here, he’d-

Something smacked the back of his head, sending him stumbling to greet the dirt. A figure nearby gasped.

“Siduri, what are you doing here?”

“I called the soldiers to search the palace with me for a young blond boy that was running around,” the woman from before replied.

“It seems my son was eager to join his sister in being here.”

He couldn’t move. His head hurt. His leg was aching.

“My king, his leg-“

“Fetch one of the apsu. I do believe the boy pulled one of my poisoned weapons from the gates just now in an attempt to kill me.”

“Should I-“

“He will be a good boy.” The words echoed around him, the sight of the man’s smile looming nearby as he felt his consciousness fading. “After all, he is the prince of this kingdom.”

[mercurypilgrim]

‘ aw, did i hurt your wittle feelings? ’ Prompt please! ^^

Ven’fir was used to poor odds.

He was used to being on the defensive, hissing and spitting at whoever had decided to take a potshot at him this time.

He bit down the urge to curse as he moved a little too slow and the training blade caught his arm, the burning plasma scorching his skin.

With a grunt of effort, he groped for the Force and tugged, and the air shivered before one of his assailants was knocked off her feet, crashing to the floor of the training room with a grunt that sounded painful.

Sensing something coming at him from the side, he ducked low just in time to feel the buzz of another training blade pass over his head and, in a move that gained him a surprised cry from the man wielding the blade, tackled him.

Ven’fir had never been short or particularly twiggy, and he used his weight and size to his advantage as he sent them both crashing to the mats.

Force, he didn’t even have his blade.

It was lying off to the side, knocked from his hand in the first moment of the ambush, which was what this had been.

Some stuck-up prick had sent these acolytes at him, and he honestly had no idea why or even who.

He had made a lot of enemies and not many friends, and there were some out there who would see him dead or disgraced just because they didn’t like that fact that he was green.

Well, he thought grimly as he rolled with a punch to his face that made him see stars, that was fine.

He’d show them.

The next punch was coming his way and he rolled them over, using the confusion of his opponent to hand a solid headbutt that connected with a satisfying crunch. Scrambling out from the groaning acolyte who was trying to stem the slow of blood from his ruined nose, Ven’fir felt a pair of arms grab him from behind.

A stab of panic bloomed in his gut as he struggled, seeing the woman he had knocked off her feet earlier advancing on him with a sneer and her blade in her hands.

Summoning the Force, he opened his mouth to shout.

A hand closed over his face, and he thrashed, the Force dissipating under his shaky control.

With a snarl, he bit down hard.

A grunt from behind him was worth the taste of blood that filled his mouth, his sharp canine teeth puncturing deep into the soft flesh of a finger. He bit down again and felt something crunch. He heard an ear-piercing shriek and the arm holding him let go.

He wriggled out of the hold in time to throw himself to the side to avoid a scything blade, spitting blood out of his mouth as he came up in a crouch.

He was tired.

His eye was beginning to swell, and he was sure a finger was dislocated, and his breath hurt every time he breathed.

One opponent left, and she was a mean one.

She was a bruiser of a thing; all crimson tattoos and better-than-you sneer.

Her hair, once done up in an elaborate coif, was snarled ad tangled around her shoulders.

Ven’fir stretched out a hand in the direction of his blade, calling on the Force.

Her eyes widened and she surged forwards to stop him summoning his blade.

He opened his mouth and roared.

The wall of Force enhanced sound blew her off her feet and slammed her into the wall, where she stumbled and gave a grunt of pain, a spray of blood from her lips making him think he’d cracked a rib.

Ven’fir felt one knee buckle and staggered even as his blade came to his hand.

Fuck.

The woman stood again, looking very much worse for wear.

He was about to reach out for the Force again when the door opened and, in an almost comedic moment, everyone stopped.

The person in the doorway didn’t stay still for long.

The woman turned on him and raised her blade with intent to hurt when the newcomer darted forwards and, with brutal force, sank a fist into her sternum.

She crumpled, her blade falling to the floor.

How anticlimactic.

Ven’fir looked at the newcomer.

An acolyte like him, going by the hideous robes.

He was Mirialan, his white hair contrasting starkly with his green skin.

Hmm, pretty.

His eyes were wide and surprised, as though neatly dispatching a murderous acolyte hadn’t been on the agenda when he had walked in.

It probably hadn’t.

Ven’fir recognised him. Sommin, he thought his name was. A twitchy thing, but he had lasted a lot longer than most.

It was hard not to be aware of him, when the number of alien acolytes that lasted longer than a week was in the single digits.

He regarded the other acolyte warily, controlling his breathing.

“I suppose you want a thank you.” He ventured, keeping his senses keyed up in case one of the groaning acolytes decided to come at him again, or Sommin wasn’t there to help at all.

The other Sith looked baffled and uncomfortable. He kept staring at where Ven’fir’s mouth was smeared with blood.

“Uh, not necessary.” he murmured. “I��� why were they attacking you?”

Ven’fir spat out another gobbet of blood, grimacing. Fury burned in his veins, his blood calling out for vengeance.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

Crossing to the only acolyte conscious, the one he had headbutted having slipped into sweet release after the blow to the head Ven’fir had given him, he stood over the young man clutching his hand.

“You- you bit my fucking finger off!” the man howled, eyes bulging. Behind him, Sommin drew in an audible breath.

Ven’fir smiled, showing bloody teeth.

“Don’t be a baby,” he murmured, looming over him. “It’s hardly severed. You’ll still hold a lightsaber with that hand though.” He said sweetly, and the acolyte drew in a shuddering breath.

Ven’fir, as quick as he could, reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The acolyte started, but he held tight and placed a booted foot in the centre of his chest, forcing him back against the floor. He bent at the waist, keeping the arm taut.

“Now,” he said with a grin. “Tell me who sent you after me, or I take more fingers.”

The acolyte, face horrified, shook his head.

“I don’t know.” He assured, and Ven’fir tutted.

Behind him, Sommin made an aborted motion towards him.

“You’re not really going to-“ he started, cutting himself off. “Y-you can’t.”

Ven’fir ignored him and gripped the next finger.

Absently he noted that the ruined finger was well and truly mangled, his sharp teeth and strong bite having torn through flesh and crushed fragile bone.

And Imperials said aliens were physically inferior.

With a yank, there was a sickening crack and the acolyte wailed, the finger standing at an unnatural angle.

Sommin rushed forwards and grabbed Ven’fir’s shoulder.

He jumped, half turning and baring sharp teeth on instinct.

“Don’t touch me.” He spat, keyed up. Aware of the startled look on the other Mirialan’s face, he forced himself calmer. “Don’t sneak up on someone just out of combat, seriously.”

Sommin met his stare with huge orange eyes, his presence so tightly wound it was like brushing his mind over steel wool. It was a turmoil of feeling and emotion, but it was warm. There was a core of something light there that Ven’fir relaxed into before something sharp jabbed him in the senses and he withdrew before this strange acoloyte’s Force presence stung him again.

“Leave him alone.” Sommin warned, tone tense but firm.

Ven’fir blinked.

“He tried to kill me.” He said slowly, baffled. “I need to know on whose orders.”

Sommin looked supremely uncomfortable, but he wasn’t backing down.

“That’s torture.” He murmured, and Ven’fir didn’t get it.

“Yes?”

For a moment, the white haired Sith looked like he was floundering before he seemed to draw on some reserve of patience Ven’fir had to admit that he was impressed with.

“You’re just as bad as them, if you do this.” He said softly, and Ven’fir tilted his head.

“Yeah, probably.” He paused. “Aw, did I hurt your wittle feelings?” he mocked, annoyance sparking in his belly.

Sommin seemed to take a deep breath, and he squared his shoulders, refusing to give the reaction Ven’fir wanted.

“I won’t stop you if you continue but… you’ll only get yourself caught.” He said quietly, “And you owe me.”

Ven’fir paused.

“I didn’t need your help.” He bit out, displeased at having his actions dictated.

Sommin looked wary, but he wasn’t baking down.

That was impressive, considering Ven’fir was fairly sure he looked all kinds of awful right now.

“But you still got it.” The white-haired acolyte argued, seemingly trying not to fidget. He came off as uncomfortable simply existing in his own skin, but he shone bright in the Force and Ven’fir was impressed with his tenacity if not what he was applying it to. “You owe me.”

Ven’fir scoffed.

“And you want to waste your favour from me on this guy?” he asked incredulous.

Sommin averted his eyes but didn’t back down.

“I saved your life, and you’re not going to kill him, or you’ll be expelled.” He said quietly. “I’d say that’s only a half a favour cashed in.”

The sheer nerve of that made Ven’fir laugh so hard he had to drop the mangled hand he was holding.

He straightened and gave a startled Sommin a smile.

From how the other Mirialan looked alarmed, it wasn’t a nice one.

“You know what? Fine. You’re something else, Sommin Atlas.”

Sommin’s brow creased in concern, orange eyes widening.

“How do you know my name?” he asked, body tense.

Vne’fir shrugged, his fury dissipating in the face of amusement.

“You’re green, darling. As if I could miss you.” He teased. He cast his attention to the beaten acolyte at their feet. He crouched down and grabbed the man’s chin, forcing him to look up. He ignored the way Sommin tensed behind him.

“You owe him,” Ven’fir murmured to the terrified student. “Because I would have ruined every finger on that hand before starting on your other one. Thanks to him, you might hold a lightsaber again one day.”

Letting him go, he straightened and stepped away. His whole body ached, and his ribs were on fire, but he reached up to wrench his own finger back into place with a nasty pop. He grimaced at the stab of pain. That hurt.

He would figure out who was trying to kill him another day.

He turned to Sommin, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was.

Ven’fir smirked, fascinated by this odd acolyte.

“Since I owe you,” he began, “It looks like you’ll be seeing a lot of more of me.”

Laughing at Sommin’s less than enthusiastic expression, he leaned over and pressed a bloody kiss to his cheek, feeling the other tense and almost bolt under his touch.

Backing off and leaving a smear of crimson on one tattooed cheek, Ven’fir grinned and wiped blood from the corner of his own mouth.

“Thanks for the save, darling. Lead the way.”

[official-michael-afton]

Made a tier list of FNaF media!!! Not counting the activity book or the security survival log because those don’t really add anything, they’re just neat activities or summaries of game info

I explained the choices under the cut, equal parts personal bias and objective opinion, so if you think differently then hey, good on ya!

Going down to up XD

F

The Silver Eyes Graphic Novel: Do I even need to explain this one? Rushed art with countless mistakes, horrid coloring, samey designs, the important scenes come off as bland and even goofy instead of impactful. It’s clear Pinky wasn’t used to drawing humans, the colorist had no idea what they were doing, and no one on the team made a graphic novel before. It’s laughable how bad this was XD

E

The Fourth Closet: Does anyone really know what happened at the end? I... really don’t like what they did with Charlie in this one. I don’t like how William was able to get out of his Springtrap- it was SUPPOSED to trap him, and yet he just... is out of it... I think the whole thing with Baby being like this hot clown girl instead of what she is in Sister Location is very... ... it exists... Tbh I respect the bold direction it took, but I honestly felt it was too much of a stretch and just didn’t work.

D

FNaF AR, Special Delivery: Not bad! The character models and voice acting is where the game shines most. Other than that, there isn’t really much substantial to the game other than some lore with Vanny/Ness and Luis. The gameplay can get frustrating sometimes(I cant collect remnant, read my mail, or even work on my own animatronics without DING DONG SOMEONES HERE every 5 seconds), and all you do is spin in a circle until you get glitchy, look away if they get glitchy, or zap them when they run at you. Some people probably love this game and good on them for that, but I find myself not touching it for weeks at a time.

Freddy In Space 2: GREAT game for charity, great art, great music! ... That’s all it has going for it, though. It was clear that this was a quickly made game designed to be beaten in one sitting, and it did exactly what it needed to do! Other than being amazing how it was for charity, the game doesn’t have that much going for it(except introducing Lolzhax aka BEST ROBO), so overall not bad but also did almost nothing outside of being for the Charity Livestream XD

Fazbear Frights, Into The Pit: Again, not bad! A nice collection of short stories, almost like goofy campfire horror you’d tell to kids... like goosebumps! I felt each story was REALLY lacking in some areas, but I liked the general idea they were going for. That being said, they’re moreso neat scary stories with the name FNaF attached than anything else(except maybe the first of the three). It hints that they have an overarching plot that will be covered in future books, but as of right now, I feel no one’s missing out by not reading them.

C

FNaF 3: A satisfying end to the original trilogy story! Purple Guy gets justice, everything gets tied together with a neat bow, and the first arc in the series comes to an end. Also Springtrap, aka my favorite. This game is riddled with neat 8-bit minigames and bits of lore, but the gameplay itself is where I find it not as good as the S A and B tiers. The new setup with the system reboots are def really interesting, but other than that, each night is just... the same thing but harder. Most other games introduce different characters on different difficulties per night, but since Springtrap is the only deadly one, it’s just... him more aggressive each night and systems failing more often. Makes the gameplay pretty repetitive and frustrating after Night 3 or so.

FNaF 4: The beginning of what I like to call the Afton saga(4, SL, FFPS, UCN)! This is when the lore began to get REALLY good... and also really confusing. Props for it taking such a bold direction by taking place in a child’s bedroom instead of in an office with cameras, its a neat change of pace! That being said, the gameplay can get frustrating and there’s a high learning curve for needing to listen to each sound the anmatronics make. Also lore wise... there really isn’t much! Just mainly focuses on what happened to this poor kid. Also the box still being a loose end... yeah.

The Twisted Ones: I enjoyed this one! It had a very interesting direction that kinda kept me guessing on what was going on, and this is when Scott really started nailing in the foreshadowing for the reveal in TFC. The Twisted animatronics are SO cool, and the introduction of those little alteration chips provided new context to games like 4 and SL! That being said, I don’t remember it being... that memorable? I also didn’t like how Charlie’s and John’s relationship was... so awkward... It was neat, but honestly nothing to really go crazy over, in my opinion.

B

The Silver Eyes: Honestly, I adored this book when I read it back in 2016, before Sister Location happened. At the time I wasn’t trying to connect it to any lore, so it was really great just to see a sort of retelling of the FNaF story. A lot of people complained about how long it was... I might agree if I reread it but tbh it never bothered me before. It was delightfully creepy, yet had a simple plot and wasn’t NEARLY as out there as TTO and TFC. Especially TFC. I felt this book didnt need 2 sequels and would’ve been just fine on its own, but whatcha gonna do. Carlton is forever my fav, and it’s the first time we really learn about Henry AND it was the first time we got a name for our Purple Guy: William Afton!

Sister Location: I like this one for just how bold of a game it was. I’m also including SL’s Custom Night wrapped into this package. Jam packed with lore, our first (main) game with VOICE ACTING, and honestly the humor has no right being as good as it is. I love how this not only expanded on the crying child from 4′s story, but also gives us so much Elizabeth and Michael content. The gameplay has a lot of unbalanced features and feels a little too over the place at times, but I appreciate where it was going with it!

FNaF World: ... This one is pure personal bias. A lot of people don’t like it. I adore it. Honestly I love the cute overworld, I love beating up enemies as my favorite animatronics, I love the horror, nihilism, and lore shoved into this game alongside SO MUCH humor. Update 2 was nothing short of an absolute delight and... wait, no!!! FNaF World had our first voice acting!!! So many endings and nods to other games Scott’s made, a cool scene with Desk Man/Henry and Baby, just... muah. Good content. Also Scott 57 <3

A

Ultimate Custom Night: Name a better way to end the Afton Saga, I’ll wait. It’s so obvious how much time, thought, and care went into this one. I love how the game rewards you with funny cutscenes the higher scores you get, and I just! So much voice acting! I love how each preset- no, each character has their own moves so every time you do a certain mode, you need to learn to manage them all and get a good strategy. I like how it’s way more strategy and skill than the RNG that many previous games had. Also, Scott!!! You managed to put this into the LORE by making it William’s hell, MUAH, couldnt have done it better!!!

FNaF 2: This one might have bias for being the peak of the fandom, but it was one of the greatest times to be in that fandom. Freaking out over the trailers, theories galore, prequel vs sequel, and just... so good. 1 didn’t have much plot, 2 DID. 2 had more mechanics and strategy to it than 1, and gave us over twice as many characters! We finally got a “face” to our killer, Mr. Purple Man, and how could I ever complain about more Phone Guy~? This one also introduced the 8-bit minigames, which became a HUGE staple for the series! Perfect expansion of the first!

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria Simulator: The PERFECT blend of old and new gameplay. The salvage scenes are intense, the nights had a great balancing mechanic of juggling doing tasks while also avoiding animatronics, multiple endings, and a neat tycoon segment to give the player a breather... but with LORE!!! Midnight Motorist is easily one of the best tracks in the series. Also has a GREAT canonical ending, when(with paired with UCN), ties the plots of 1-6 SO nicely with a neat bow. 

S

FNaF 1: Okay. From a personal and gameplay standpoint, I was going to put this much lower. Like B or C. That being said... this has to go in S. Yes, it has the least lore and arguably the worst gameplay(too much RNG for 4/20 mode), but this was the game. I can’t even exaggerate when I say just how much FNaF changed not only the gaming community, but especially the horror and indie communities. So many names got big from this: Markiplier, Dawko, Game Theory, The Living Tombstone, DA Games, SCOTT HIMSELF, just to name a few!!! And to think, this was originally going to be Scott’s last game! FNaF changed gaming HISTORY, and I think that alone makes this title deserving of S.

FNaF VR, Help Wanted: Okay, personal bias time, but I truly think VR deserves this S. Seeing Glitchtrap for the first time incited a panic in me that I hadn’t felt since FNaF 1 and 2. You get FNaF 1-4 in one, all in VR, WONDERFUL character models that you can WATCH MOVE!!! SO many minigames and fun challenges to play, so many neat knickknacks to collect, the Halloween update is FANTASTIC. The introduction of some great characters, such as: Glitchtrap, Vanny, Tape Girl, Dreadbear, Grim Foxy, etc!!! There’s also just- something so nice about being able to see every office and the pizzeria in 3D spaces where you can look around! Just from a gameplay and environment standpoint, this was an AMAZING addition and deserves the S.

... Thanks for listening to me ramble XD If you disagree... then good for you! I won’t fight anyone on this, I’m aware that this is a lot of personal bias. But if you made it this far... thanks for hearing me ramble!!!!

[seekingthestars]

sarah watches the untamed: liveblogging adventures, part thirty the untamed boys

(aka: oh ho ho you thought we were done, did you? [she did too.])

uhhhh. yeah. oops? no one will care about these but i.love.them. so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the untamed boys, ep 1:

ji li complaining about waiting forever lol

and cyc complaining about being hungry bc he had to wait so long for ji li XD

fanxing is like…not even paying attention, he’s just playing on his phone HAHAHA

ji li “how about THIS i’ll cut yu bin’s hair doing a handstand, i want to cut his yellow hair” he is truly chaos

yu bin and fanxing just lounging all over each other is adorable, i love this uncle and nephew

bowen LOL “bring it on, who cares.”

“Stop talking about me!” /ZOOMS AWAY — WHY IS FANXING SO CUTE I ADORE THIS MARSHMALLOW

fanxing pouting and clinging onto yu bin and yu bin just letting him and hugging him back, fanxing is a koala and stupidly adorable

ji li sliiiiiiding around XDD

“This is our cultivation process” JI LI ILU

jiyang’s FACE when he says he’s lost a lot of hair already fjeaoiwfjw

[ it’s time for Ji Li’s nonsense ] OH GOOD :D :D :D

“can you control your child please?!” NO BOWEN, NO ONE CAN CONTAN JI LI

JIYANG IS SO CUTE IN THE RECORDING STUDIO ;n;

jiyang in this pink and white striped sweater is Peak Softness

the choreographer being grumpy at fanxing makes me ;;;;;;;;;;;;;; yu bin going to pat him makes me ;u;

zfx saying he wanted to give up and pull out so he would stop dragging the rest down makes me ;AAAA;

when fanxing goes “i forgot my actions just now” and puts his hands to his head it is VERY cute but also i just wanna wrap him up in fifteen blankets and tuck him in bed and give him his preferred bedtime drink and tell him he’s doing amazing TINY BABY ;;

AWWWW they got a Halloween cake!!

you’re ALL doing great my lil beans, i proud of youuuu

the untamed boys, episode 2:

dammit all, xiao zhan is so pretty

GOD SONG JIYANG IS SO CUTE UGH

cyc with his hair all pinned up out of his face so he can get his makeup done is freaking adorable

zheng fanxing is so small and cute i will protect this bean

i appreciate that ji li’s jacket says “Maniac” on the back bc.....yeah. i know it’s part of the brand, but STILL. appropriate. such a good boy though, saying he wants to walk around and put everyone in good spirits for the show

fanxing eating his banana CUTIE

i love xiao zhan’s little hat omg

wyb “I don’t think you have ever beaten me before” LOL SASSY

BOWEN BREAKING THE LITTLE TOY CAR THING AND THEN JUST GIVING UP HAHAHA

xz talking about how hard his solo song is to sing but he does such a great job of it, i love his solo song ;~~~~;

good god yu bin saying they rehearsed for 13 hours and slept for like 1-2, how the heck were any of them alive enough to do the show dang

POOR LITTLE FANXING LOOKING SO LOST AND CONFUSED XD

ji li in the audience cute cute

yibo 😭❤️

jiyang’s fan dance!!!! i love jiyang’s fan dance!!!!

FANXING T______T he’s crying so much he’s shaking omg baby omg now i’m gonna cry ;;;;;;;;;;

cyc is so pretty ugh

god every time fanxing cries i just want to wrap him up in a million blankets and rub his back until he feels better

them all saying goodbye to their characters is so EMOTIONAL, and they’re all emotional and xz’s voice cracked and i lost it ;AAAAAAA;

xz and wyb closing it out, my heart ;~~~~~~;

the untamed boys, episode 3: I’m so freaking excited about this chaos oh my god

THE LITTLE FOX PIN THING ON ZANJIN’S SWEATER. CUUUUUTE. also i like that sweater, do want

they get in the van and ji li IMMEDIATELY starting his chaos by yelling at zanjin omg i am living

them pretending to see Disney omg they’re all so dumb

they look so COOOOLD little penguins

fanxing shielding zanjin’s eyes from the sun like the sweet little bb he is

yu bin with his famous poem he’s such a DORK

fanxing time! “i think the boxes are where our staff is” LOL big brain energy from the small boy

ji li and zzj together!

DUMB AND DUMBER BROTHERS “We 2 are crazy” AT LEAST YOU ADMIT IT HAHAHAHA

FINALLY!!!!!! THE LINE!!!!!! “I DON’T FEEL LIKE USING MY BRAIN OUT HERE TODAY!” ZANJIN, IT IS ICONIC

Bowen’s little baby hop to reach the box fjewiaofawe he’s so TALL

“Why!!!!” omg he’s found two and can’t get anything open XDDD

YU BIN’S CACKLE WHEN HE FOUND THE BOX HAHAHAHA and he got it open! such an easy question, he’s so pleased hahaha

“Wow this game really makes people confused” poor Bowen with the empty brain XD “WHAT.” “HOW MANY CHICKENS DID HE STEAL.” i’m dying HAHAHAHA

fanxing found a box!! so smart, this one, he has much knowledge

JI LI AND ZZJ TRYING TO CLIMB THE POLE OMG DUMB DUMB DUMB

oh my god cyc and he peng tormenting ji li and zanjin is hysterical, they’re so chaotic

YU BIN’S DUMBASS LAUGHTER FJEIOWFJWE

ji li changing what was in the box L O L and STUFFING THE CLUE IN HIS SHOE L O L

bowen is so sweet “i need to hurry up and find a box for fanxing!!!!!” but fanXING ALREADY HAS ONE XD

oh nooo zanjin found a box but it’s the one fanxing already opened XDD

CYC’S DUMB LAUGH OMG

FANXING’S VOICE IS SO SOFT every time he speaks i’m just like FJEWIOF WAIT

he is a BABY

calling fanxing “little a-yuan” look i am weak and i am soft

i love how so far everyone’s been eliminated for just attacking the wrong person lol their web of lies and deception is so deep

why is yu bin stroking bowen’s face lol

omg it’s yu bin’s gross marshmallow time

did they just stick entire unpeeled bananas on the grill 

ji li singing XDDD

yu bin using the eggplant as a mic for bowen XD

cute bunch of boys c:

the untamed boys, episode 4:

(How drop-dead gorgeous they are!) -- Correct caption is very correct

ALL HUDDLED TOGETHER LIKE LITTLE PENGUINS AGAIN :D

“Can we have something to eat inside?” “Or anything to drink~?” PLS JIYANG AND FANXING TOO CUTE

LOL THIS FACE JIYANG

JI LI’S “NO~”

cyc: “HE LIKES SLEEPING NAKED” fanxing: slowly covers ears  XDDDDD

yu bin’s guess of “he talks with a doll before going to sleep” omg i’m dying

jiyang’s like “when did i act cute” and then poUTS AT THE CAMERA fjewioafjawe

them guessing all of jiyang’s before he can even pick a person LOLOL

ji li going “yu bin sent me a message once and i replied 14 days later” LOL I RELATE i have legit done that, not on purpose, i just forget, i’m really bad at forgetting to reply if i don’t see the message/notification constantly, i have goldfish memory

ji li “I quit, I don’t wanna compliment him anymore” XDDDD

fanxing is so small and cute pls he’s like four someone get him a juice box

jiyang, bowen, yu bin VS fanxing, ji li, yuchen!

YUCHEN DANG but also fanxing going “OHHH!!!” and clapping and hopping along in excitement jfeiowafw

fanxing with the big paw gloves omg

yuchen is so good at this

ji li: “it hurts!!” fanxing: runs up to him and cups ji li’s cheeks in his giant paw gloves all concerned SO. CUTE.

them all being dumb and dancing around during halftime fjeiowaf

fanxing sneaking a snack in XD

fanxing trying to grab the ball and just falling over with it PLS SOMEONE PROTECT HIM HE IS SO SMALL

cyc and ji li are both surprisingly good at this, esp. cyc

and then he whacked ji li in the face feioawjfawe POOR JI LI

yu bin’s hat falls off “THIS IS MY LIFE WHICH CAN’T BE LOST” XD

the untamed boys, episode 5: dinner party time! /chants WZC WZC WZC :D :D :D

WZC WZC!!!!!! “I’m just hungry” LOL

AND GUO CHENG!! :D

nom nom eat up hungry boys!!

ohhhh everyone got hidden tasks oh fun!

yu bin just singing omg fjiewoafjwaeo; XDD

everyone in this cast in their own brand of chaotic, it’s so great 

the interview part with cyc in that suit and those glasses HEART EYES

jiyang’s drawing is cute!

wzc about yu bin: “he’s the fish who loves singing in my heart!” XDDD

yu bin’s scribbles of ji li BLESS IT “I usually don’t get what he means, just like this drawing that’s not understandable.”

“what about the lost arm????” “HE DID LOSE IT AT THE END!!!!!!” ilovejili

omg they’re gonna be baristas omg so CUTE, the coffee shop AU of everyone’s dreams thank you 🙏

ji li’s face when he tries the drink HE made XDDD and fanxing consistently refusing to try it XD

fanxing and yu bin duo is the CUTEST and fanxing’s constant little pouty faces when they can’t get anyone to agree to coffee jfieowajfawe

ji li and yi zhou are doing no better XDD 

bowen seeing the puppy and immediately stopping what he’s doing to run after it screaming “OHHHH!!!!!” is such a mood

bowen is so chaotic, chasing puppies, screaming at people in boats XD

fanxing chasing down the foreigner omg lol

they made such a mess of the cup lol but they’re so CUTE i would forgive them if they were my baristas

nie bros got a customer!

“I’m the wiiiiiinner, sorry!” JI LI THAT WAS STUPIDLY CUTE SHUT UP

“What winner, you’re the waiter.” LOLOLOL YU BIN

BOWEN GIVING HIS COAT TO THE GUY HAHAHA

literally the coffee shop of my dreams, pls, all the cute waiters

yu bin just swooping over and shoving ji li out of the way to talk to the lady XDD

fanxing talking to the lady washing dishes and about his mom and all the part time jobs he had and he is such a soft sweet little bean

and we did it! that’s a wrap on The Untamed Boys! (er, the show anyway lol) that was fun, I enjoyed myself and laughed a lot bc they’re dumb and adorable :’)