#I hope this doesn't get brushed under the rug

[poppy-metal]

ahh that pretty woman au:((( would she be shy when she’s sober and avoid talking about what happened or would she just blurt everything like she did when she was drunk

shes definitely mortified when she sobers up - guilty too, for throwing herself at him and saying the things she said. she's embarrassed but her good conscious makes her want to apologize - she ends up making him food. she likes cooking, she makes him steak and side greens and even a pie - like patricks her husband - but she doesn't think about that. when patrick eventually comes back she has it all ready and waiting for him - her eyes hopeful. if she can feed patrick and take care of him and make him feel good then she'll be happy - she doesn't want anything else from him. she doesn't.

it's not the first time she's cooked a big meal for patrick, she does it alot - but it's the first time he's not eager to just dig in. he's still thinking about the other night. and he knows this is as much about avoidance as it is about apologizing. he bets she wants him to let her sweep it under the rug. pamper him and and be his friend -

but friends don't get on their knees and ask to suck your cock.

he approaches her - says. "you look better."

she does. obviously flushed - but less miserable and pathetic.

she brushes her hands down her little modest dress. it flutters just under her knees and he likes how it teases his imagination. makes him want to drag the fabric up - with his teeth.

"I- I feel better. I'm sorry about last night. I was - I wasn't in a good headspace, obviously. but -" she shakes her head. "- that wasn't a reason to snap at you and say the things I did."

he'd assumed she'd brush over it - and he could let her if he was a nicer person. but he's not.

he raises an eyebrow. "you mean when you slutshamed me?" his voice doesn't let on that the comment had stung when she'd said it. he shrugged. "you weren't wrong."

her lips tug down in a frown.

"I was." she insists. "whatever you.... whatever you do with your body, it doesn't define you. I of all people should know that. I guess I was just feeling - I was feeling small and undesirable and took it out on you. I'm sorry, patrick."

patrick swallows. he doesn't think anyone's seriously apologized to him in his life. either he's the one that fucked up - or they just can't bring themselves to admit that patricks a person worth apologizing too. he thinks briefly of art and tashi. how they'd probably both rather eat glass than mumble those very words.

it hits his chest - he's quiet for longer than he means to be, thinking. you look more and more guilty and he finally says, "thank you."

you sigh and your shoulders droop with the tension you'd been holding in your body. you start to turn around, probably to get to fixing the table - but patricks not done.

you're at the stove, in the middle of popping it open to check on the roast when he says from behind you -

"and what about the part where you wanted to suck my cock so bad you got on your knees for it? are you sorry for that?"

your hand freezes. your whole body freezes. you don't turn around. staring at your hand curled around the handle of the oven.

your instinct is to hide. to say it was just a drunken rambling, but you think about his fingers digging into your arms. his angry eyes and the words he'd said. they could have meant nothing. said in the heat of the moment, to make a point.

but what was an apology if you lied? probably patrick just saw you as a friend. probably he pitied you. but after what you'd done, he deserved the truth.

"that part.... I shouldn't have come onto you how I did. like that."

he says your name. something about it ignites a visceral reaction within you - your whole body heating up right to the tips of your ears. you turn around, because it was the unspoken ask. order. even though you keep your eyes down, wringing your hands nervously in front of you.

"how would you come onto me sober?"

you feel like lava is under your skin. your hands, palms sweating with nerves - you brush your hair away from your face. swallow. the room feels hot and stuffy.

"i..... I don't know." you admit honestly. "I've never.... I'm not.... I've never done something like that...."

you've never tried to seduce someone before. or been bold. you've dreamed about being the kind of woman who could go after what she wants, but you have no idea how to be that person.

patrick drags his bottom lip between his teeth - watching you squirm. he enjoys it way too fucking much. you have no idea how fucking sexy you are and it drives him crazy.

"do you want to?" he asks. and when you look up at him, confused - he elaborates. "do you want to suck my cock."

you gasp. he doesn't stop there though, he walks forward, backing you up until your hips hit the kitchen counter behind you. he looks down at you - at your fat bottom lip he's thought about doing disgusting things too.

"because if it was just a drunk fluke, you need to tell me now. but I don't think it was -" you're looking at his mouth, almost in a trance. your chest heaves up and down. "- I think you've been dying to wrap that sweet mouth of yours around a long hard cock for awhile." he dips his head a little closer, nose almost bumping against yours. "I think you want me to put you on your knees and use your mouth like a dirty fuckin' whore. I think -" a hairs breath away from your lips now. "you want me to make a proper woman out of you. hm? you wanna feel what it's like to be wanted so bad - to be the kind of pussy that drives a man fucking insane."

fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"you do." he adds, forehead touching yours. "you drive me fucking crazy."

you let out something that sounds like a sob - and then you close the distance between your lips.

[suuuupernovaaa]

pxen

pxen [p’ɛn] n. functional clothing (item of)

Based on this request.

Lo'ak reaches out, touching the delicate woven poncho that his sister is wearing. It's not the kind of thing Lo'ak would typically notice, but something about it has caught his eye. There's a sparkle to it, something woven through the fabric that catches the light, very similar to the na'vi skin in the darkness of night.

"Where did you get this?" Lo'ak asks. Kiri looks down, and then shrugs.

"It was just with my stuff. It's really pretty, though. Tuk found one too... and mom."

"Huh," Lo'ak says, and his attention is then drawn to the carpet under his feet. A rug, brown and maroon, intricately woven and brand new. "This is new too, right?"

Kiri looks down, following her brother's gaze. "I think so. Looks clean."

"Huh," Lo'ak repeats, and then shrugs and moves on with his day.

xx

Even though I knew this day would come, I've been hoping to put it off for as long as possible. It isn't so much that I don't want to meet Neteyam's family, it's just that I'm worried to disappoint them.

As much as Neteyam hates it when I point it out, he's special. Not just because of the things I love about him, like his quiet sense of humor, his easy-going smile, his strength and his compassion.

He's special because of who he is, and who he was born to be. His birthright makes him special. Eldest son of Olo'eyktan. Were Neteyam ugly, harsh, stupid and cruel - the true opposite of himself - he would still be above my station.

He would still be too good for me.

And yet, here we are, walking hand in hand to meet his parents, so that he can introduce me as his betrothed. His intended mate. I had always told him I did not want his family to know about me, but never really told him why, until last night.

"Why now?" Neteyam had asked when I told him I was finally ready to meet his parents, moments after he took my hands into his and asked me to be his mate for life.

"Because I know now, truly that you love me. I don't need to be afraid anymore."

He had shaken his head and brushed a tear from my cheek. "I've loved you since the moment we met."

So now we approach their home, and even though I am secure in my relationship with Neteyam, I am nervous about being accepted into their family. He reassures me over and over that they will love me as he does, they will be thrilled for us, but it doesn't stop me from feeling sick to my stomach.

"Neteyam!" Taruk Makto is the first to greet him as we enter their tent, looking up from where he sits, and it's overwhelming to be in such close proximity to our clan leader. I bow my head as he looks from me to Neteyam and back at me again. His wife, Neytiri, is seated at his side, and turns her attention away from the arrows she is sharpening to look at us.

"Dad," Neteyam says, "Mom. I want to introduce you to Y/N."

He lets go of my hand, and places his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. After only a moment of hesitation, Neteyam's parents rise to their feet. As they do, I feel movement behind me, and glance to see Neteyam's siblings entering.

Kiri is wearing the shawl I made for her, and Tuk has a dressing wrapped around her tail that I crafted. Beneath our feet, I notice a rug I just finished a few days ago. It makes me feel a little more at ease and at home, to be surrounded by my creations.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Olo'eyktan says, and I touch my fingertips to my forehead, and then bring them down in a formal greeting. I repeat the gesture for Neteyam's mother.

"I've been, uh, spending a lot of time with Y/N. She's really wonderful. She's better on the loom than anyone else in the clan. She made the rug we stand on, and Kiri's poncho, and many other things I've brought home. She was just too, uh, shy to own up to her talent."

Neytiri turns around, looking on a nearby table, and grabs another poncho I made. This one is green, more earthy than the sparkly one Kiri is wearing.

"This, too?" Neytiri asks, and I nod. "This is beautiful. They're all beautiful. Truly, unlike anything I've seen. You made these?"

"I did," I reply a little nervously. "I wanted to give them to you myself but, since we hadn't be introduced, I had Neteyam bring them to you."

"I asked Y/N to be my mate last night, and she said yes," Neteyam says suddenly, and a hush falls over the room.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, wondering which way their reactions will go.

Confusion? Anger? Disappointment?

"Wow, that's insane!" comes a cry from Lo'ak, and he reaches out, extending his arms to me for a hug. "Another sister, I guess! I mean, I've got enough, but you seem okay." He wraps me in strong arms, and I return the hug, so grateful that he's broken the silence.

When Lo'ak releases me, I turn anxiously to see Neteyam's parents, and the scene is exactly what I would have dreamed up if I hadn't been too scared to imagine this day.

Netytiri holds her eldest son in her arms, and over his shoulder, she smiles serenely at me. Jake has his hands outstretched, one on his wife's shoulders, the other on Neteyam's.

"I wish you had brought her here sooner, so we could get to know her!" Neytiri says.

"You guys are scary," Neteyam replies, and his father laughs. Neytiri reaches out, extending a hand to me, and I place my hand in hers.

"I have known something was going on with my son. He is as happy as he has ever been, smiling like a moron from morning until night. I was waiting for this moment." She holds one of my hand in both of hers, grinning at me. "You are welcome in our family. Now we can give you gifts in return, for the beautiful things you have given us."

I shake my head, feeling embarrassed at the tears pricking behind my eyes. "No, you don't have to do that. I like making those things."

Our chief hugs me next, quickly and a little awkwardly, and the relief I feel is palpable.

Quick acceptance is a surprise. I had imagined at least a little resistance, but I hadn't counted on Neteyam's parents putting his health and happiness above all else.

How could I? I didn't know them, hadn't known that besides being Olo'eyktan and the next Tsahik, Neytiri and Jake were just parents who loved their children.

We leave the tent much later, after hours of talking and celebration, and before we get too far away, Neteyam pulls me into his arms and presses his lips to mine in what feels like a long overdue kiss.

"I knew they would love you, just as I do," he whispers, his lips still touching mine.

[bubbles-and-bat-wings]

Tw: meantions of school shootings/bombings

I REALLY hope Isaiah doesn't end up getting woobified. He seems like the prime candidate for it, mentally unwell, bad home life, slightly pathetic. I worry that the Bridge Kids fandom will do to him what the heathers fandom did to JD, and I super hope that doesn't happen because Isaiah really exemplifies what makes this show so special: its characterization.

Bridge Kids has no "good guys" or "bad guys" what it has is a handful of very authentic people just going about their lives. Every character has a layer of complexity, be it Moe's close connection with Skid, Skid's worry that (quote) "someone like him" can never be as strong as Joey, Lars's chill attitude making him a bit of a pushover, or Fugger hiding his insecurity by acting smart, everyone has something. And then there's Isaiah. Isaiah who has a Joker poster on his wall, Isaiah who looks down on others for being "unintelligent sheep", Isaiah who calls his journal a manifesto. But, like all Bridge Kids characters, there's more than that. He craves human connection, latching onto the first person he can relate to even a little, he catastrophizes and goes on downward spirals, and he sobs softly in the kitchen after his only friends leave him alone on his birthday.

This second list of traits makes him sympathetic and even pitiful but we cannot ignore the first list just because the second list exists. We cannot ignore how close he got to shooting Moe and Skid. We cannot ignore the fat shaming interwoven with his rant about his teacher (I don't think it was intentional, likely just internalized stuff, but I digress). We cannot ignore "[the] world is riddled with disease and the cure for it all is my AR-15" and "I will blow my school up with a giant bomb".

It is ok to like this character. It is ok to relate to certain aspects of this character or project into him. It is ok to feel bad for this character, that's the point. What I do not think is ok is to go "aawww poor little Isaiah, no one understands him, little UwU sad boi," and just brush the more concerning aspects of his character under the rug. I love Bridge Kids. I love Isaiah. I really hope he doesn't get watered down and warped by the fandom.

[foiledbyvoile]

HEAD EMPTY, ONLY SILLY DEMENTED DEER MAN.

The last two episodes really got me over here pondering and shit. Didn't think my 2019 Alastor phase would make a comeback, but here we fuckin' are. Seriously though, what is his deal? I love that you can't quite make sense of him, but also I NEED to make sense of him.

SPOILERS AHOY.

Clearly he's somewhat emotionally invested in all this, that little (cute as fuck) scene with nifty the night before the battle showed us a sentimental softness in him, but he's also definitely cozying up to Charlie to use her powers for something big.

Something like breaking a deal he'd made, and I've got money on Lilith. That bad bitch seaside moment was too iconic, she's pulling strings and catching rays, living her best life.

But I need DETAILS, man. I wanna know what the stipulations of the contract are, I wanna know why it was made, what was gained and what was lost, if this deal gave him the power he wields in the first place. What does Alastor need to do to fulfill his end of the deal? I want the nitty gritty of it, man.

Speaking of deals, Alastor and Charlie??? I know we're probably meant to sweep it under the rug, Alastor says not to worry about it, it's not for Charlie's soul, the whole scene was just brushed aside...but what about the desperation he fucking reeked of?? He was beyond eager to make that deal.

Alastor held onto that information for months, waited for the perfect moment, when Charlie was backed into a corner and desperate, and he used that groundbreaking leverage for a favor. That could be anything! Like breaking a deal only someone with her power could, or, since he clearly likes playing the long game, it could be something far less definitive, easier for Charlie to get behind. Something like helping him make his next move.

(Then the next, and the next, and the manipulation continues--ideally, I'm sure. Narrative folly and character development will almost definitely nip that evil scheme in the bud.)

You gotta love that classic Alastor guile when he tells her it's not for her soul. What it really is is a foot in the door for him, and a show of good faith for Charlie. It's a chess move, and if Alastor is as conniving and methodical as I hope he is, it's the equivalence of moving a pawn.

But then he backs up that dubious display of altruism by introducing Charlie to Rosie and the cannibals. Would Alastor really implicate a close friend and her community for something he wasn't truly invested in? That's a genuine question at this point. It's pretty much confirmed in the song that Alastor is choosing to help Charlie, that he sees the potential in her, but again, for his own benefit.

Which brings us to the radio tower, post fight. The vibes I picked up were immaculate. He's incredulous, desperate, shaken and very clearly trapped in circumstances that drive him absolutely insane.

Alastor's all about control. I think back on his spiel to Charlie about maintaining that control with a smile, but even now, when Alastor is cracking under the realization that he doesn't have that, he continues to smile.

I'm really under the impression that Alastor literally cannot stop smiling. (I'm not counting the single-frame-debacle.) It's either that, or he's forcing himself to smile, desperately vying for some semblance of control in a moment where he well and truly has none.

Then there's the line, "Great Alastor Altruist died for his friends". It feels sardonic. Bitter, like he regrets putting himself in that position, but was it really a choice to begin with? Because he let himself get too involved, too comfortable, and realized that that sentimentality he'd developed has become a weakness?

I think he really was forced to protect Charlie and the hotel (it would explain the seven year coincidence, and Alastor appearing at Charlie's doorstep so serendipitously). This is almost cemented by the following line, "I'm hungry for freedom like never before, the constraints of my deal, surely you have a back door."

He almost died (again), for the sake of Charlie and her hotel. That's a helluva fucking thing for a being who's toppled overlords and held power like he has. No amount of entertainment is worth his own life, there's just no way he willingly pits himself against Adam for anyone's sake.

Assuming that the source of his power is also the source of his subjugation, and considering how Alastor openly strives for control--yeah, he's having a bit of a moment™.  

I do hope that there's some genuine conflict in him in regards to his relationship with Charlie and the gang. That everything he's doing isn't inherently selfish anymore, but he veils that 'weakness' under his perpetual guise of deviant mirth. Bonus points if he's tormented by the good Charlie brings out in him. He deserves the angst, the fuzzy-fucker (/affectionate).

Couple of side notes here:

Thoughts on the way Alastor's mouth is sewn up when he strikes the deal with Charlie? Was he made to smile all the time, is it just a design choice? Personally, I'm hoping there's some angsty lore there, like maybe it's part of his contract as some twisted joke, idk.

I have a love/hate relationship with the Alastor vs Adam smackdown extravaganza. Yes, it was rad as fuck. Yes, of course Alastor was going to lose. But the way it was handled felt like a bit of a disservice, Alastor's reaction felt ooc. But then again that could just be me projecting my perspective of Alastor unto the character.

ALSO, having a character who is well known for not swearing dropping some casual, outta pocket f-bombs was a bit trite. it's supposed to feel like a reward, y'know?

ANWAYS. Yeah. Good shit. I'm losing my goddamn mind.

[darkstrawberrytimetravel]

Why don't you just give in?Pt.4

Fem reader

Pt.3

You

I grab my drink and follow the girls to a nearby table, we’re seated midway between the bar and the back of the pub. I know the girls are watching the lads at the pool table, I can’t help myself either as I look up and watch as Simon loses his current round against Gaz. His movements around the table are sleek, like a panther, and practised as he lines up his next shot. His muscles flexing under his jacket, the hem of his jacket and shirt riding up just enough for my eyes to trail over his lower back. He’s trying, but he’s never been great at scoring, he’s just in it for the game. 

Images of us in bed together lazily flash through the forefront of my mind, him laid on his front as I straddle his bare thighs and massage his back. My thumbs working deep into the knotted muscles of his broad and muscular physique, the feel of my breasts brushing against him as I lean forward and trace my tongue up his spine. The taste of his skin, sweat and his own scent that I can never find elsewhere. 

I clear my throat and shake my head away, willing those thoughts to dissipate as quickly as they had appeared. I shouldn’t be thinking of him. We’re history. 

I stir my drink and make an idiotic point of counting the beads of condensation on the glass. Anything to distract myself. By the time I lookup again I realise he’s gone, I check the table with Soap and the others and he's not there either. 

Breathing a sigh of relief I settle in, despite my little speech in the taxi it looks like we’ll be staying here. Then again I can’t really go elsewhere in shorts, a hoodie, and trainers. The evening flies by, finally we actually start to socialise as a group, no more eye fucking the boys. Just as I start to feel that familiar easy going feeling of the alcohol working its magic on my body, my eyes trail up to the pool table and then the adjacent table and bench. Still no Simon.

I wonder why he's gone, he doesn't chain his cigarettes, and normally after a particularly long operation he parks himself out in the pub until last orders. The more I think about him in the present I can't help the past rear its ugly head. Though it hasn't always been ugly. I find my thoughts shift to us, our passion once upon a time. How fierce it had burnt, the feeling of our bodies, limbs tangled, comfortable and even serene moments in each other's company as we went about mundane ordinary hobbies and tasks. Hopes for the future. His hopes for our future. My inability to fully commit myself. His disappointment and hurt.

“Hey!” 

I feel myself being shaken lightly, blinking and looking around, I'm met with a pair of green eyes. Laura's eyes. Suddenly I'm back in the present, we're in the pub. I realised I'm chewing my thumb, removing it and wiping my thumb dry on my hoodie. I avoid her eyes.

“Yeah sorry, got a little lost there. You know…. I think I'm going to head off. Make my own way back.” 

Standing up, I make my excuses to the rest of the girls, citing plans for the weekend and needing an early night. As I step out onto the street and the pub door closes behind me I take a lung full of air. There's an autumnal chill, I realise how cold I am despite the alcohol coursing through my body. Standing there for a moment longer I make my mind up and walk further along to the taxi rank. My self control crashes, vanishes, and I know I can't fight the inevitable.

Settling into the taxi I nervously play with the cuff on my hoodie, I'm drunk. That's all it is. I just need physical connection. No other reason. I try to distract myself by looking out the passenger window, watching the dark houses fly past as we get ever closer to my destination. My limbs are tingling, I start to panic as I think about the last time we were in close quarters, alone. How he'd looked at him with dark eyes, disappointment and hurt morphing into something else. Anger. How he'd fucked me, lulling me into a sense of security only to pull the rug out from under me after we'd finished. Calling me a slag and practically kicking me out his house. 

His defence mechanism. What did you expect? You broke his heart, did you expect him to carry on with the arrangement as normal, as if he hadn't poured his heart and soul out to you? Only you couldn't reciprocate back could you. Those three words on the tip of your tongue but you're not brave enough to say them. Coward. 

The taxi stops and I'm pulled from my thoughts again. I barely register myself paying the fare and stepping out. I'm outside his home. Simon's home. I'm always awestruck with the mundanity of it. Just a simple two bedroom detached brick property on an unassuming street in Hereford. Close enough for a 15 minute standby, far enough for privacy and comfort away from the Garrison. I feel my heart race and my breath shudder out as I walk those few remaining steps to the front door, I don't even have to knock. The door opens and I'm met with his eyes, I can't tell how he's feeling. It's too dark to see any emotion written on his face.

“Hey” I don't realise how soft my voice is. How nervous I am.

Pt.5

[yeyinde]

Oh my god yeyinde! Your latest fic with dog/definitely not dog!Johnny has been going through my brain nonstop since I read it. This may not be my most eloquently written praise as I’m sick, but I HAD to comment on the absolutely gothic, eerie beauty of this fic. I get deep mountain, Appalachian vibes- isolated, dark- a place your parents warned you NOT to move to (because there’s no way a homegrown Appalachian native would’ve let that dog into the house). I reads like a legend your grandparents would warn you about and you’d roll your eyes hearing it but then in the dead of might hear a dog howling in your yard and close your blinds and check your door locks remembering the story. It’s so eerie and brilliant- it reminds me of the image on tumblr associated with Margret Atwood’s poem “let now let us praise stupid women”. I’ll the image in my comment. But I love the fact she’s not naive- she knows it’s not her dog, but the idea of confronting it, dealing with it is almost more horrifying than just straight up denying it and going to sleep to pretend it’s not real. It’s haunting, devastating, bone-chill, and reads like a brilliant urban legend. You’re such an artist with words!

you are living inside my head rn lmao i also hope you feel better soon!!!!

i love dog/animal/pet horror but i think it's sooo underutilized and poorly executed. there's something about the monster being your dog, your pet, that's infinitely more horrifying than some random, separate entity. your dog suddenly turning on you (or in this case, being taken over) is so terrifying to me. i also have an irrational fear of letting my dog outside at night and something else coming in. something that looks and acts just like him, but isn't. so!! there's that.

that's such a fitting poem too!!! it might not be everyone's fave but i love characters who refuse to accept reality until they're in the jaws of the beast. spinning themselves in circles as they struggle to come up with excuses for what they're seeing, or just not looking at it at all. brushing it under the rug. i just think the arc from "this is not happening everything is fine" to "everything needs to keep being fine and the only way to do that is to keep this thing happy so i can pretend it doesn't exist" is such a good plot point.

like, the slow pan from an obvious slaughter, a bloodbath, with the dogthing just licking it's paws like it normally does after eating, to them just numbly cleaning it up is beautiful. they ignore the missing posters stapled to the utilitypoles because everything is fine. he's just hungry. all dogs are. he just needs something wild to eat. it's fine if it's just a random animal. a stray. the neighbours dog just got away. it's not your boy. it can't be him. it's fine. everything is fine. it's their fault for getting too close to him. don't they know he doesn't like that? of course he'd snap. of course he'd eat them. he's just doing what dogs do.

he's a growing boy, of course he needs to eat.

and you didn't really like your neighbour much, anyway.

[dazed--xx]

🌅Someone You Loved🌅

Summary: Now the day bleeds, Into nightfall; And you're not here, To get me through it all. I let my guard down; And then you pulled the rug…..I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Member: Changbin x Reader

T/W: Friend Break Up(cause romantic break ups ain't the only type that is heartbreaking), arguments, crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, ghosting, problem avoidance, flirty behavior, mentions of one night stand, mentions of friend with benefits relationships, innuendos, brutal honesty

Word Count: 3.2K

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me. This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy. I need somebody to heal, Somebody to know, Somebody to have, Somebody to hold; It's easy to say, But it's never the same…..

“You sure you don't want me to just kick his ass?” Changing questions with a frustrated groan. You sat on your bed, shaking your head as you chuckled. “For canceling a date? Bin, that's pretty irrational….” Changing sucked his teeth as he caressed your cheek softly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip “He canceled 10 minutes before he was supposed to pick you up. You're hotter than him and he basically stood you up. Why am I more upset about this than you are?” Changing questions in disbelief. You roll your eyes, your hand wrapping around his wrist pulling his hand from your cheek. Changing takes your hand in his, and you feel your heart race at his action.

As you look into your best friend's eyes you let out a heavy sigh “Cause I didn't expect too much from him in to begin with. We were only going on this stupid date because our parents set it up in the first place. I'm not worried about it.” Changing scoffs in response “Doesn't mean you weren't excited….” you smirk at him and wink “Is that jealousy I'm hearing?” you lean into his frame so your chests are almost touching. Changbin counters by brushing his nose over yours his hand wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into him. “You wish…” He states with a wink as he pulls away from you.

You try to fight the blush that creeps in your cheeks as you lean across your bed grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at Changbin. “Not fair! You caught me off guard!” you whine as he catches the pillow just before it hits him in the face “Hey! Weapons is cheating! And it's not my fault you're an easy target…” Changbin smirks.

“You're an ass, why do I hang out with you?”

“Because you love me.” Changbin chides as he kisses your cheek softly. He pats your shoulder as he pulls on his jacket “But I gotta go so I'll see you later, brat. Since you were stood up go to Yaris party tonight. She won't shut up about it” You nod at his words giving him a side hug before he makes his way out of your room closing the door behind him.

As soon as you're alone you hold your cheek with a shy smile. Your face grows a bright shade of scarlet as you place your hand on your chest. Your heart races as that familiar giddy feeling fills you. Changbin had been your best friend for years now and in that time you’d grown to adore and enjoy every part of his flirtatious and kind personality. He'd always known how to make you feel special and understood; it was no surprise when you realized your feelings for him, two years ago. Not wanting to ruin your friendship you opted to crush on him silently and love him from afar. But recently, he's been way more…..excited? Forward? Interested? You weren't sure but what you did know, was he seemed brighter recently. He walked with his head held higher and his eyes shined brighter, and you felt selfish hoping you were the reason for that.

For so long, Changbin had been your rock, your support system, and your laughter; you hoped eventually things would progress into something more one day. You had been with him through relationships and hobbies, the changing of the seasons, and family events. You prayed that your involvement in his lift cemented your place in his heart. If things continued to go this well, hopefully you'd confess soon.

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain. Now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all. I let my guard down, and then you pulled the rug…….

The music blared through the speakers. A sea of sweaty bodies dancing and shoving each other as you danced with your friend, Yari. She gripped your hand as she pulled you away from the crowd and made her way toward the kitchen. You laugh enthusiastically as you shuffle around the sea of people making out or talking until you finally make it into the kitchen. Yari smiled brightly at two handsome guys, giving them bright smiles as she pulled them into tight hugs. One stood with an awkward smile as Yari kept her arms wrapped around his neck. His tall stature making her stand on her toes, the other guy chuckled as he shook his head. His plump lips wrapped around the rim of the red solo cup as he takes a sip of what you could only assume was beer. “Oh my god! You came!” Yari beams cheerfully. “Y/N this is Soobin…” she gestures to the guy she was currently clinging to then extends her left hand to the other guy “and that's Yeonjun” you smile at both the boys kindly.

Your interest is peaked when the one Yari introduced as Yeonjun blushes slightly as his plump lips curl into a charming smile. “Hey…” He greets his voice oozing confidence and charisma. Your cheeks heat up “H-hey…” you stammer shyly. You reach over to the fridge pulling out a bottle of beer. Your irritation grows when you feel someone shove into you from behind; a soft feminine voice calls from behind you “Binnie, be careful…” I turn around with confusion etched onto my features as I'm greeted by the sight of my best friend. I laugh in realization “You know I almost killed you right?” you joke. Changbin scoffs as he crosses his arms over his chest “You'd have to catch me first”

“Is that a challenge?”

“For someone that spends negative twenty minutes exercising all her life?” He prods his eyebrow raised when the same petite voice calls from beside Changbin. Only then did you notice the pixie-like girl who stood beside your best friend. She stood at what looked like a firm 5 foot 3, with a curvy build. Her cheeks were full and prominent. Her brown hair laid beautifully straight down her back. Her most distinguishable feature was the clear Heterochromia she had. Her left eye sat with a chocolate brown color but her right eye was a vibrant sapphire blue. She looked almost like something out of a video game. “You must be Y/N, Binnie talks about you all the time” She giggles as she extends her hand toward you cheerfully “I'm Im Ae-Ra” She introduces, you stare at her hand dumbfounded for a moment before taking hold of it and greeting her “Y-Yeah…I'm Y/N” you laugh awkwardly. “It's nice to meet you, though a little heads up would have been nice…” you grit as you glare at Changbin who mouths an apology. Ae-ra smiles brightly as she wraps her arm around Changbin’s waist. You stare at her in confusion.

Who was she?

Why is she all over Changbin?

Why is she calling him Binnie?

Your heart sinks as Changbin wraps his arm around her waist pulling her close as he kisses her cheek “So, Babe, this is my best friend, and Y/N this is my girl” Changbin introduces haphazardly as he grabs two beers out of the fridge behind you. You shuffle so that you're leaning on the counter; feeling jealousy bubble in your gut as you notice the hint of scarlet decorating Ae-ra’s cheeks.

His girl? What type of fuckboy—you think to yourself—when the hell?

You can't help the confused scowl on your expression as Changbin hands Ae-ra a beer; whispering something in her ear which makes her giggle. You felt your blood boil as the pair continued to flirt in front of you. Your attention is pulled away from the pair when you feel someone's arm resting on your back as their hand sits on the counter behind you. You look to the right following the arm only to come face-to-face with Yeonjun. Your eyes widen slightly as you notice his proximity. A blush forms in your cheeks as you take in his devilishly handsome looks. “Sorry, my phone is next to you..” He smirks, his voice is sultry as he leans in a little closer and your heart pounds in your chest. He gives you a flirty smile as he removes his hand from behind your back, revealing his phone now in his grasp “Yeonjun…” He introduces again “In case you didn't catch my name…” he explains with a seductive smirk.

“Y-Y/N…” you stammer.

“I know…” Your heart almost races out of your chest as he takes his thick bottom lip in between his teeth. “Yari’s friend, she disappeared with my friend Soobin shortly after introducing us” He states. You couldn't put your finger on it but something about the tone of his voice has you completely entranced. The pain you had felt previously slowly subsided as you continued to talk with Yeonjun. You couldn't feel how time moved as you and Yeonjun made your way toward the backyard through the sliding door in the kitchen. Your heart beat against your ribcage like a drum when you felt Yeonjun’s large hand encase your waist as a crowd shoves their way inside. Your hand rests on Yeonjun’s chest as he holds you against his tall slender frame. His blue hair cascading over his face as he glared at the crowd. Your mind filled with lustful sin filled thoughts as you stared up at him.

You sit on the patio bench beside Yeonjun, his left arm laying on the back of the couch around you as you two continue to talk about everything under the sun. You quickly established a connection with Yeonjun as you two laughed about the most recent drama you had both watched. Suddenly you heard the sound of the sliding glass door open and Changbin comes barreling out with Ae-ra’s hand firmly grasped in his. “There you are, brat.” Changbin cheers as he makes his way over to you “you ready to go? I can give you a ride I'm about to head out..” you stare at Changbin bewildered as you struggle to find words. “Aww, you're leaving?” Yeonjun whines with a pout. “I won't have a ride otherwise” you give him a sad smile. “I can bring you home” Yeonjun suggests as he lifts his left hand from behind you using it to play with your hair as he tilts his head flirtatiously. You bite your lip as you contemplate his offer.

“Y/N? You coming?” Changbin asks. “You can go ahead Ill make sure she gets home safe” Yeonjun states kindly to Changbin trying to wave him off. You nod enthusiastically “yeah Junnie will bring me home so you can go ahead.”

“Y/N, you've been drinking i don't think that's a good idea” Changbin argues as he glares at you and Yeonjun. “Bin, I had one drink way over an hour ago I'll be fine” you protest. Changbin’s face contorts to an expression you don't recognize as he goes to speak “But—Babe, she said she'll be fine. Let her have some fun, you said she's always cooped up at home” Ae-ra cuts Changbin’s protests off. You smile at Yeonjun as Changbin stammers to Ae-ra, Yeonjun takes your hand “Wanna get out of here?” you nod allowing him to lead you out of the party.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to. This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you. Now, I need somebody to know, Somebody to heal, Somebody to have, Just to know how it feels. It's easy to say but it's never the same; I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape….

It had been one week since the party.

The morning after you had woken up in Yeonjun’s bed, feeling utterly embarrassed you tried to escape unnoticed. But thanks to your graceful nature you stumble while you were putting your pants on, waking the sleeping boy in the process. “Running away from potential problems is like your superpower. You know that?” Yeonjun jokes behind tired eyes recalling one of your previous conversations you had about your feelings for Changbin. If only he knew how right he truly was…. You thought to yourself as you took a sip of your coffee. You had cut off all contact with Changbin after the night of the party. You weren't exactly sure how to handle the news, especially when you had walked out of your door that Sunday and found the pair making out on Changbin’s porch. Your heart ached with pain and jealousy. How you longed to know that feeling…..to experience that kiss. The taste of those lips.

How could he?

How could he play with your heart like that?

How could he do that to you? So suddenly?

No matter how long you thought about it; it just didn't make sense to you. Hours before the party Changbin was in your room, flirting with you like he always did then, all of a sudden, he has a girlfriend? How could you have been so stupid?

A quick succession of snaps in front of your eyes pull you out of your thoughts. “Earth to Y/N?” Yeonjun pouts “I understand that you don't actually like me…but this was supposed to be a date.” His voice is filled with whines as he lays his head on your shoulder. You roll your eyes at him “We're in the school cafeteria. If that's your idea of a date then I can see why your crush doesn't notice you” you jest as you take a bite of your pizza. Yeonjun shakes his head with an amused smile “rather have her not notice me than have her dangle some boyfriend she doesn't care about in front of me” You stick your tongue out at him “Swallow your food before you act like a child” Yeonjun scolds. You swallow the food in your mouth as you roll your eyes “yes dad”

“Anyway, so what are you saying? I'm good as a Changbin placeholder in your bed but not your heart?” Yeonjun raises his eyebrow as he grips your thigh possessively. You grasp his wrist halting his movements and placing his hand back on the table. “Behave…” You warn “And you're my friend not some placeholder for Changbin. You like someone else too don't make me feel guilty about it” Yeonjun rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest “I was joking, god. You're always so serious.” He whines as the bell rings “Want me to walk you?” he asks, you decline as you gather your stuff waving him off.

You slowly trudge your way to class when you see Changbin barreling over to you. Your heart races as he gets closer and closer making your chances for escape almost zero to none. You bite the inside of your cheek as he stands in front of you. “Where the hell were you this week?” He growls, you look away from him feeling embarrassment grow in your stomach. “I was busy, sorry” you apologize half-heartedly. Changbin’s jaw clenches at your nonchalance. “Busy?! Too busy to respond to my texts?! It takes two minutes max!” He scolds. You feel yourself growing angry at his words “Yeah, I was busy. I'll text you next time, I wanted a break” You lie. Changbin’s eyebrows raise “A break? Do you think I'm stupid? You've posted literally every day! Is it because you're dating Choi Yeonjun now? Does he not want you to talk to me?”

“I'm not dating Yeonjun. There honestly doesn't need to be a reason for me to want a break, Changbin.”

“I'm your best friend! What do you mean there doesn't have to be a reason? We've spent literally every single day together since we were in kindergarten; and now all of a sudden, you just ghosted me…for a week! And you have the nerve to say you don't need a fucking reason?!” Changbin fumes. Guilt fills your stomach.

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes; I fall into your arms. I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around. For now, the day bleeds into nightfall and you're not here to get me through it all. I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug….

You stared at him with a pitiful pout. “Bin, I'm sorry. You're right; I should explain…” you apologize. He stares you down, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes narrowed into slits as he waits for you to explain. You sigh as you stare up at him hopefully “I-I…When…Well…” you stammer, struggling to find the words. Changbin’s anger grows more and more evident as the seconds tick on. You struggled to find an explanation that doesn't put your feelings out there. “Well?” Changbin growls “I'm getting more and more pissed the longer you just stare at me with that stupid look on your face.” You look at the ground as you bite your lip “I've been avoiding you…b-because I like you, but you have Ae-ra so, I wanted to take some time to process that…” you explain breathlessly.

Changbin sat silently for a moment, his cheeks were blushed but his disapproving scowl remained. “If you would have fucking talked to me, you'd know that me and Ae-ra are nothing serious” Your eyes light up as he continues “You'd also know that I have feelings for you” Your heart pounds in your chest as butterflies fill your stomach as he speaks “But I won't do shit about it” He comments harshly. A look of horror fills your expression “Bin—No, Y/N.” he cuts you off, his tone full of a firm determination “Instead of fucking growing up and communicating with me; you avoided me and did whatever with Yeonjun. Which is so fucking petty and childish that I want nothing to do with you” You froze, you weren't prepared for him to say that.

He had never said anything like that to you before, you weren't sure how to respond. You felt tears well up in your eyes “Bin, you can't be serious…” your voice cracks as you step toward him. He takes a step back “But I am, you're ridiculously childish and I'm so tired of dealing with it. You say you like me, if you liked me then you wouldn't have just disappeared on me like that. You would have talked to me.”

“I'm sorry, you're not being fair right now” you cry.

“Were you being fair when you just abandoned me? I don't fucking care about being fair! Tell me how you feel toward me in a week and see if I'm being fucking fair or not!” He sneers as he walks away from you in frustration. You're left to stand there stunned. You laugh at the irony as tears stream down your cheeks.

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug………I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

A Little Jealousy

Summary: After weeks of pent up desire for your new Sergeant, a trip to 79s offers a chance at relief in more than one way. 

Pairings: Reader x unnamed female Twi'lek/ Hunter x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, reader is bisexual, lesbian sex, fingering, alien sex (kinda?), semi!public sex, unintentional exhibitionism (twice!), outdoor sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, asshole Hunter, confession of feelings in a twisted way, language, kinda possessive behavior.

A/N: Here is my contribution to making this website both gayer and more horny. This was a very, very, very early version of how confessions were made in Midnight but I chickened out, so I made it a stand alone fic. Please enjoy my fellow horny people.

MASTERLIST

You feel like your brain might explode. Either that, or your ovaries may go first. 

You had recently been reassigned to a new squad: Clone Force 99. The GAR decided they needed an intelligence officer, and you were one of the best. It was your job to know things, and know things you did. Like how Hunter’s voice is deeper and rougher right after he wakes up, or how nimble his fingers are as he sits absentmindedly twirling his knife, or the way his body is unfairly proportioned with his wide shoulders, narrow waist, and thick thighs. Most importantly, the roundness of his ass imprinted in the front of your mind from that one time you saw him without any armor. 

He’s so gruff and rugged and attractive and you’ve been suffering for weeks. You’d never act on it. The GAR would have your head, throw you in jail for fraternization. At worst, he could be decommissioned. 

So you had suffered silently, managing to convince them to take their next shore leave on Coruscant, instead of Kamino. You were desperate for any relief, even if it meant taking some random clone to bed for a night. 

That was how you found yourself in a corner booth at 79s, already two shots deep. You’re beginning to feel the buzz of the alcohol, your eyes constantly scanning the crowd. You need to find a distraction  and quick before you leap across the table and tackle your handsome Sergeant. 

Your eyes scan over the dance floor, deciding that’s your best plan of attack to find someone and discreetly sneak out the door. You down another shot before sliding towards the end of the booth. 

“Where are you going?” Hunter’s deep timbre reaches your ears. 

“Dancing.” You answer, crawling over Tech before you can talk yourself out of it. 

You make your way down to the dance floor, slipping into the crowd. You hope you’ve hidden yourself well enough as you let your body start to move with the beat, loosening the tension that’s been building. 

You dance for a while, enjoying yourself as you lose yourself in the music. A few bodies brush past you, but none of them quite piqued your interest. At least until someone approaches you outright. It’s a Twi’lek, her orange skin glowing under the lights of the club. She’s beautiful, as most Twi’leks are. She gets close to you, hands fearlessly grabbing your waist. 

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her in closer. Your bodies sway to the music, getting closer and closer until almost every inch of you is touching. She whispers her name in your ear as she grinds against you, slipping a leg between yours. You bite your lip, letting your own hands trail down her lithe body. 

Desire thrums through you, dampening your panties under your dress. You can feel the dampness between her thighs pressing against your bare leg where it’s pressed between hers. 

“You wanna get out of here?” She asks, nipping at your earlobe. 

“Yes.” You breathe, untangling yourself enough to grab her hand and tug her towards the door. You forget about your squad, you forget about Hunter, your brain thrumming with alcohol and desire as you tug the Twi’lek out the door and into a secluded area behind the bar. 

She pins you up against the wall, lips pressing against yours. She tastes sweet, like an expensive wine. She doesn't seem to care that you probably taste like cheap alcohol and the free beer they passed out to clones as she all but devours your mouth. 

Her hands trail along your form, trailing over your breasts through the fabric of your dress. Your nipples pebble under her touch, visible through the thin fabric. You’re glad you skipped out on the breastband. She moans against your lips as your hand makes quick work of the clasp of her pants, your fingers slipping inside. She’s bare underneath, obviously having the same thought as you tonight. 

Her fingers trail lower, slipping under your short dress. Your own fingers trail through her slick folds as she teases you over your lacy panties. You widen your legs, giving her room to slip a finger inside you. Your eyes roll back, weeks of tension gone with the simple action. You need this. You need this so badly. 

You tease her clit, fingers rubbing circles as she slips a second finger into your slick passage. Her lips leave yours, trailing down your neck as she fucks you with her fingers, two of your own pressing into her. You match her rhythm, her moans vibrating against the skin of your throat. 

Your own lips part, quiet moans slipping through them. You tilt your head back, giving her more space. You tilt your head to the side, noticing movement at the end of the alley. You meet Hunter’s gaze as he stands there watching. You’re taken aback by his presence, not expecting him to have followed you, much less noticed your absence. 

You let out a louder moan as she sinks her teeth into your neck, your hips grinding against her hand. You’re so close, so very close. Your free hand lifts, wrapping around the end of her lekku. You squeeze it gently, a high-pitched moan leaving her lips. She flutters around your fingers, soaking your hand as she cums. 

You cum not long after, fluttering around her fingers. Your gaze is drawn from Hunter as she pulls her fingers from your pussy, slipping them into her mouth. Your own mouth falls open, and she leans in, licking into your mouth. You pull your hand from her pants, wrapping your fingers around her wrist. You tug her towards the opposite end of the alley, knowing you’re in for quite the night. 

***

You’re half hungover as you catch a ride back to GAR headquarters. You’d stayed up until the early hours of the morning, fucking and drinking with the Twi’lek that had taken you home from the bar. You were more than satisfied, glad to have the tension alleviated for this next stretch of missions. You had no way of predicting how long it would be until your next break, and if it’s anything like last time, you’re going to go insane again. 

You approach the Marauder, Hunter and Wrecker loading up the last of the supplies. Hunter has his helmet on, strange but perhaps he was feeling a bit hungover too. 

“You’re late.” He snaps, turning on you as you approach. 

“Actually, I’m right on time.” You say, taken aback by his sudden change in attitude from the previous night. 

“Just get on the ship before we leave you behind.” He says, pushing past you to climb up the steps. 

You glance at Wrecker as he grabs the last of the crates, the gentle giant offering nothing more than a shrug. It seems you’re not the only one confused by Hunter’s sudden sour mood. It wasn’t like you had broken any rules going home with a civilian. Sure, you could have told them you were leaving, but that wasn’t really any of their business. You’re a grown woman, you can make your own decisions. You made it back in time, that was what should matter. 

You head up the steps, slipping into the fresher to change into your tactical gear. 

***

Things don’t get better even as time passes. Hunter, if anything, seems annoyed with your very presence. He stands as far from you as he can at all times, seems broodier than normal, and barely acknowledges your existence more than he has to. You’re not even sure what you’ve done wrong. He’s never acted like this before. He’s completely changed when it comes to you, and even in certain interactions with the others. 

You’re getting tired of it. 

You finally confront him when you land on a remote planet, everyone pairing off to scout. You’re unlucky enough to be paired with Hunter, the others likely doing it in hopes you’re going to sort everything out by the time you’re done. 

You walk ahead of him, not trusting him to not strand you if you fall behind. It wasn’t like you couldn’t find your way back to the ship. You’d studied this planet inside and out on the trip, as was part of your job. You just don’t want to give him a reason to berate you over nothing. 

You can hear him behind you, huffing and sighing as you make your way through the dense forest. You’re getting annoyed by it, the annoyance building and building until you finally snap. 

“What is your problem?” You ask, turning on him. “Ever since Coruscant you’ve been in this pissy mood and I’m getting tired of bearing the brunt of it.” 

“What’s my problem?” He steps up to you, voice seething through his helmet. “How about you sneaking off with some stranger and getting fucked in a alley where anyone could see you? For weeks I’ve been having to smell you, stuck picturing that mouth and all the sinful things it can do, being tortured endlessly and then you go and run off with some stranger.” 

Your lips part as you stare up at him in shock. You hadn’t even thought about the fact he could smell your arousal. He probably knew every time you were even a little turned on by something. Heat floods your cheeks, your whole body. You understand now, the sudden change in attitude.

“Hunter, are you...jealous?” You ask. You hadn’t even thought the feelings might be mutual. He had never even hinted at anything like that. He always kept a respectable distance, he joked and teased you but it was never more than platonic fun between squadmates. You had no idea he felt the same way. 

Your back hits the tree behind you as he pushes on your chest, pinning you there. He steps closer, glaring down at you through his helmet. You can’t see his face, but you can feel it, the weight of his stare. Your lips part as his hand slides up your chest to your neck, continuing up until he’s cupping your cheek. 

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” He confesses, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb. “Since you opened that sinful mouth the first time, since I saw this perfect body.” His free hand roams down your side. “Do you know how many times I’ve watched you bend over showing that perfect ass off to the entire ship?” His hand closes around your thigh, hiking it around his waist. “How many times I’ve wanted to grab you, slam you up against the wall and fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name to the universe?” 

You let out a quiet whimper, hips jerking against his where he’s pressed up against you. You’re on fire, your body burning with pent up desire for your Sergeant. Your little foray on Coruscant had only managed to bury it, but nothing would ease the yearning except for him. 

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to bury myself in that sweet little pussy, drown myself in your scent, have you all to myself.” He releases you, tugging his helmet off. His eyes are dark with lust, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. 

“Take me.” You whisper, panties soaked through already. “Make me yours, Hunter.” 

He undoes his codpiece, letting it drop to the ground. You undo your belt, letting it drop to the ground before undoing your pants, peeling them down your legs. You turn, pressing your front against the tree, sticking your ass out for him. He groans, hands grabbing a cheek and squeezing. 

You press back against his hands, revealing your slick folds. “I need you, Hunter.” You whine. 

He slides his hands up to your hips, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy. “I’ve got you.” He drags the head along your slit a couple times, gathering your wetness before he begins to press inside. 

You’re tight, especially in this position. He groans as he presses in further, your little pants and moans music to his ears. He had only imagined what you would sound like, and seeing you with that Twi’lek outside the bar had sent his blood boiling. He wanted to be the one to draw those delicious sounds from your lips. He wanted to be the one to bring you pleasure, to make you cum until you forget your own name. 

He curses quietly as he thrusts into you, hands gripping your hips so tightly you’ll probably have bruises later. You’ll have scrapes from the bark of the tree, but you don’t care. All you can focus on is Hunter and how he feels inside of you. 

“Kriff.” You curse, close already just from his touch and that deep voice moaning in your ear. It’s better than you ever could have imagined. 

“Next time, I’m going to take my time with you.” He growls into your ear. “Take you apart piece by piece, study every inch of your skin until I know it like it was my own, draw every noise, every sound from you until I know what you sound like by heart.” 

You whimper, your legs shaking as you squeeze around him. “Hunter!” You cry, his fingers slipping under you to circle your clit. 

“Cum for me.” He growls, burying his face in your neck. 

You cry his name as you cum, his own thrusts getting sloppy before he spills into you as well. You stand there for a few moments, savoring the feel of him as you recover from your orgasm. 

“Are you two finished?” Crosshair’s sly tone is not lost through the comm on your arm. 

Your eyes snap open, stomach dropping. Both of your comms are still on. 

“Yes, if you are done rectifying your actions and sorting out your feelings, we have found the base.” Tech says. 

You curse silently, cheeks burning as you pull up your pants and put your belt back on. 

“Well, at least we won’t have to worry about keeping it a secret.” Hunter says, putting his helmet back on. 

“Oh yeah, it’s no secret anymore!” Wrecker says through the comms. 

You squeeze your eyes closed, mortified that the squad had just listened to you fuck their Sergeant. 

“I hope you at least enjoyed it, perverts.” Hunter says before stepping up to you. “Come on. Let’s get moving.” 

You take his hand, following him through the trees, cheeks still burning. 

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[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hi slug! You read and listen to all the drama tracks, right?

I was wondering if you personally had any specific lore branches you hope are expanded upon in the future? Or things that got brushed over you want to be addressed again?

Like, mine is how the Buster Bros traumatic events affected them, more specifically Jiro and Saburo.

I have a ton of plot points I'd be fascinated to learn more about, even if I think the likelihood of some of them showing up is very small. An incomplete list from off the top of my head:

Jirou is far more of a people person than either of his brothers, but I'd like to see how he developed that more outgoing streak. In particular, what led to him developing a friendship with Urumi? It's implied he has other "contacts" as well, and it'd be nice to someday see those.

What led Juuto, a person with such a unique sense of justice, to becoming a police officer in the first place? How did his friendship with his older cop buddy influence his approach to policing, even before drugs became a factor?

We already got a scene of Riou's time in the war and why he respects Major Iojaku so much, but I would eat up more of that any day.

I'd love to know more about why Gentarou respects his brother so much to the point that he (appears to, at least at this point in time with our understanding of canon) take on his brother's identity in the wake of his hospitalization.

I have the sneaking suspicion it was mentioned at least offhand in a drama track (which I don't usually listen to... at least not more than once), but I would like to know more about Dice and Otome's falling out.

I know I'm a broken record about this. I'm sorry. But even for all the lovely headcanons people create, I really, really, really want to know the canon reason Jakurai, a character with deep moral convictions to save as many people as possible and one who remains torn for years on end about hurting people, became a hired killer. Maybe KR wants to backpedal on this and sweep it under the rug in the hopes they can retcon it. Maybe they think we'll all forget. Yet much like Pepperidge Farm, I remember. And I'm still waiting for an answer.

Obligatory Hifumi and Honobono backstory bullet point

Similarly, it's been mentioned a couple of times that Doppo doesn't really have friends outside of Hifumi and Jakurai (and his work colleagues, I suppose) which I find a little odd. Especially prior to working at EL Medical, there's nothing about his behavior that would suggest he struggles to make and maintain friendships. Why doesn't he have old college or high school buddies? What's the deal there? Would love to know.

Not lore-related, but I think Kuukou would have been the most god-awful toddler imaginable. I would like to see it.

We actually probably will get (at least some of) Rei's rationale behind his more questionable decisions in canon, which I welcome. I'd like to know what led to him becoming the person he is today, and I have quite a few questions about what his relationship with his wife was like if Sasara and Roshou remind him of him and his wife. (Presumably, they must have been very poor communicators lol)

Also not lore-related, but I sincerely hope Jakurai keeps finding opportunities to regale impressionable ears with stupid shit Hitoya did in middle school. Hitoya's great, man. He thinks he's so cool--and he IS cool, in a great many ways--but all the things he thinks are cool are actually just him being a giant dork. God bless.

[vegalocity]

It’s honestly a crime that the writing just brushed Syntax’s becoming a Spider under the rug. No, he’s fine with it, don’t worry about it. No we’re not gonna explore this, they’re bad guys and we’re killing them off anyway, don’t worry about it.

There was so much room to explore, especially with how Goliath and Huntsman might’ve felt, but no.

I MEAN RIGHT?

Admittedly it's a running thing with LMK to IMPLY a lot and then look at the audience and say 'no followup questions' with their full chests, (like all of the implications of Red Son's home life being kinda fucked but it barely gets touched upon again after season one despite clear evidence that things aren't all fixed in S3 and we're just supposed to believe everything's aces by S4) And the Spiders i think are probably the most egregious example

the deleted character (rip Spindrax regulated to the shadow relm), one of the characters never gets a dedicated episode to see how he acts as an independent agent and that spider doesn't even have a real NAME (which im sure drives you crazy in particular Twinkle) there are IMPLICATIONS of character arcs and backstories and overall POTENTIAL that just got thrown away to show everyone how cool and dangerous LBD was and gave NO hope of rescue.

Back when s2 was airing i thought LMK was sort of like- Building a rogue's gallery- a sort of batman rogues are we type cabal that could keep the adventures fresh and fun and... nope. I would have KILLED for a sort of 'Harley and Ivy' type episode that was focused entirelhy around the spiders, and possibly run it like essentially an Ed Edd N Eddy episode as the spider boys tried running a heist or smth without SQ there to keep them from feeding off of eachother's vibes too hard and it all turning to complete chaos.

LMK has a lot of stylistic influence to Adveture Time, and you can tell they WANT MK to be a Finn type (I mean his place in the mythological system seems to be essentially Finn's Catalyst Comet arc truncated significantly) but you kinda can't make an adventure time style world without understanding that the world belongs just as much to the semi-reformed wizard kidnapping princesses as it does to the hero that kicks him in the boingloins, you know?

and LMK very much belongs ONLY to the Monkie Kid Krew (I mean ive gone on record to say that Tang's arc would have been MUCH more interesting if he WASN'T actually the Monk in a past life and really was Just Some Guy and fully earned his own magic, but that would mean the world was bigger than just the characters designated as important so that couldn't be) and the villains are just pins to set up and knock over in a season and a special's time (if they even get that, sorry Nine Heads)

But as for Huntsman and Goliath's perspectives on Syntax- man i WISH i knew those... I think the ones i like the best are Goliath being... nice but distant to the new guy in like a 'whatever the queen clearly thinks its fine' type way and Hutnsman being like- INSTANTLY thinking Syntax is gunning for his 'position' (whatever it is) and is HYPER aware of him, Syntax is living RENT free in this spider's head because he's CONVINCED that he's after his position in the 'loyalty to the queen' social ladder or smth and meanwhile Syntax, genre savvy as he is is like "oh we're gonna do that thing where we start out as rivals but grow closer to respect eachother and eventually become very close friends and playfully compete with eachother sometimes to keep the spice in the banter! this is fun! ^.^"

Idk sounds like more fun than a pile of dead bodies that don't even get the dignity of being brought back in flashbacks

[nhasablogg]

Heartstopper season 3 thoughts

Under the cut:

I love love love Tao and Elle and how much he cares for her and wants to do everything for her, but I do hope we'll get to see her do more of the same in season 4. Tao was very happy and in love this season, while we got to see more of his fears in the last, so I'm aware this was just this specific season, but I did notice how he was just dragging Elle along (and Elle mostly let herself be pulled along) without allowing her to do much for him in return. I think, since we're seeing Nick and Charlie trying to find more of a balance in their relationship (and Darcy and Tara doing a pretty good job with it from the glimpses we saw), it would be great to see that happening for Elle and Tao too!

I do love that we got to see even more of Elle this season with a mix of plot points that allowed us to get to know her even more.

While I would've loved for them to get more screen time, I think they did a pretty good job of naturally showing Darcy's gender journey alongside the rest of the things that were going on. I hope Kizzy got to work with them and do things how they wanted it to go (I know they talked to Alice about it a couple of years ago) and so maybe they just didn't want it to be a big deal.

Same goes for Tara's struggles. While I would've obviously loved to see her issues take up more screen time, I'm aware that they have many characters and not too much space, and seeing her struggle and learn how to deal with it was still lovely since it wasn't just brushed under the rug.

I LOVE TORI SPRING AND I'M SO EXCITED TO HAVE MET MICHAEL

I'm seeing so much discourse about how Charlie doesn't deserve Nick and that Nick always puts Charlie's mental health first etc etc and honestly shut up!!! They're making a great point about being there for someone who is struggling not necessarily meaning you have to or even can fix them. And Nick acknowledged his own struggles and I'm sure they will touch on them in season 4. It's about codependency and how they have to learn to be okay without each other too. Nick (or Tori, or any of their friends) doesn't see Charlie as a burden and the fact that some people think so makes me think the entire season just flew over your head. You deserve love and support when you're mentally sick AND when you're okay! They're communicating and learning how to navigate their relationship alongside the rest. Nick's issues aren't just ignored, but you also have to remember what Charlie's been through and how Nick doesn't always talk about how he's feeling. It's natural for Charlie to not notice everything and I'm sure they will get to that eventually.

I love Nick and Tara's friendship so muuuuch but it does make me think about the dynamics of the group. Like, would Charlie and Darcy ever hang out alone? (if they have, I've forgotten about it lol). Would Nick and Elle? They are so many and work well in groups, but it's just interesting to think of which one of them would hang out alone. Obviously Nick and Tara (and I love how Nick and Tao's relationship has evolved, but I just don't think they would purposely hang out alone), Charlie and Tao and Isaac and any combo of those three. But Nick always seems slightly awkward alone with others? Which would be interesting to explore, although I loved their little roadtrip.

I loved that Oliver got a cameo even though he's a cousin and not their brother in this one.

Loved seeing Imogen discover more about herself!! Part of me wants her and Sahar to get together, but another part of me kinda wants at least SOME characters to be single even if they're not aro/ace? Like come on now

Obviously loved the aro/ace rep, I love Isaac!!!

I had hoped we would dive into Tori's asexuality, but I feel like they're saving that for season 4 or a possible Solitaire adaptation??

All in all I wish I had these books/show when I was a teenager, but Alice Oseman is in fact only a year older than me so we can't have it all I guess

EDIT: OH MY GOD THAT SCENE WITH YOUNG MR FAROUK I NEARLY CRIED

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Her suite in the summer palace was much smaller than the room she had been given before. There was a cozy sitting area, and a small bathing chamber, but no proper bedroom. Instead the room was curtained off. Therefore there was nothing to stifle the sound of someone knocking on the door much too early for Patrice's taste. She also heard Maria moving towards the door from her own connected room.

"She’s still asleep," the maid said.

There was a swish of the door brushing against the rug as it swung wide open. "I doubt it," Felisjyta said cheerfully.

At the sound of the knight's voice, the cat jumped down from the foot of the bed and ran to meet her. Patrice followed more slowly, pausing to wrap herself in an indigo robe before making her way to the sitting area. "I was asleep until someone so rudely intruded."

Felisjyta was scratching the cat under the chin. When Patrice arrived, Felisjyta looked up at her and grinned. "No reason to let yourself get lazy just because it's summer. You ought to come join Errys and me in the garden. We're going to be practicing together. You do still want to learn how to fight, correct?"

"Is there not some tedious breakfast to attend?" Patrice asked. Maria stifled a giggle.

Felisjyta gave the cat one last scratch and stood up. "No, our mornings are our own, apparently. Court doesn't start properly until lunch. Come on, come join us. It'll be good for you to vent your frustration and tire yourself out before we join the others again."

"Well, she can't get ready with you standing around here taking up space," Maria said briskly. "Off with you. I'll send her out when she's dressed."

Felisjyta laughed, as she so often did. "It's not as if I'm a man. She hasn't got anything I haven't got, except maybe a few scales." Even so, the knight let herself be pushed out of the room. "Come find us in the garden when you're done!"

Fortunately, Maria went easy on her. In just a quarter of an hour she turned Patrice out of the room in a linen kirtle and belt, with nothing more elaborate about her hair than a braid. That done, Patrice and the cat went looking for the gardens.

Unlike her rooms in New Iber, this did not have a convenient door to the outside. However, such doors were almost as common as windows in the summer palace. It did not take her long to find one. And since Felisjyta had not said where in the gardens she and Errys would be, Patrice wandered about the rows of bushes and flowers, knowing she would be able to see them easily above the waist high plants.

They were already deeply engaged by the time Patrice found the wide, paved grotto they had taken over for practice that morning. For a moment she simply stood on the path, watching the two fight. This was different from their fight during the tournament. That time both women had been overheated and exhausted from earlier matches during the day, plus they had been weighed down by the heavy jousting armor. Now, neither of those things were true.

They moved with a grace that they hadn't been able to reach on the sandy tournament field that day, and once again Patrice was struck with just how beautiful human fighting could be. Performed atop a colorful mosaic of a shining sun and surrounded by fragrant roses, it was even more striking to the eye, even if they were moving more slowly than they would with armor to protect them. She would have simply watched them all morning if Errys hadn't caught sight of her.

"Ah, Patrice. Come join us."

"I had almost hoped you would take no notice of me. I like watching you fight, both of you." Patrice entered the grotto and moved to stand near the two knights. Felisjyta handed her a wooden sword, which had been leaning up against a stone bench at the edge of the clearing. It was the same wooden sword Patrice had used before – evident by the scorch marks on the leather grip.

"You'll never forget where to put your hands," Felisjyta joked again.

Patricia shook her head, then told the cat to sit to one side. With him out of the way, she picked up the sword and fell into the first stance Felisjyta had been teaching her.

"Not bad," Errys said. She turned to Felisjyta. "So you can teach after all."

"I told you so," the redheaded knight said. "How about we show her what you can do so far?"

Patrice said, "I thought this lesson was supposed to be about me learning, not you showing off. Perhaps I will ask Errys to teach me instead."

Felisjyta put a hand over her heart. "Traitor! You wound me!"

Errys just rolled her eyes and moved to stand in front of Patrice. "Why don't you try a high attack and we'll see how well she taught you."

Patrice did as she was bid and soon the sound of wood clacking on wood echoed around the grotto once more. Errys did not fight the way Felisjyta did. She held herself differently, moved differently, held her sword at different angles. Patrice could only assume it was a difference between Runerian and Serzek fighting styles.

She had scarcely adjusted to that when Felisjyta inserted herself into the pattern as well and began giving Patrice her own set of commands.

The two knights didn't fight one another, but worked together seamlessly to force Patrice to divide her attention between them. When she became distracted, a sharp rap from the unattended sword would bring her attention back to the other knight. This awkward dance went on for half an hour, until Errys managed to twist Patrice's wooden sword out of her hands. It landed on the cobblestone path with a clatter.

Patrice smiled and rubbed a particularly sore spot on her hip where Felisjyta had smacked her. "That, I think, is enough for me today. I'm not ready for such a thing."

"You did well enough," Felisjyta said, retrieving the sword and leaning it back against the bench along with her own. "I think your hearing helps you more than ours helps us. Still, I'm famished, and there's breakfast to eat as well. I'm all for stopping."

"We've barely been here an hour, and you already want to stop? You Serzeks are always thinking with your stomachs," Errys chided, wagging her finger at Felisjyta. But she too put her blade against the bench. Under the bench sat a plain wicker basket, which the knight removed.

There was no blanket to sit upon, but they hardly needed one with the well-kept mosaic underfoot. The three women arranged themselves on the stone and split the food that had been provided for them: a few sweet rolls, fresh fruit, boiled eggs, and a carafe of cool, sweet tea. The cat joined them, lounging on the stones next to Patrice.

"Did the cooks prepare this for you to bring out here?" Patrice asked.

Errys shook her head. "There's just a board in the dining room loaded with food. I grabbed what I thought we might want to eat after exercising a bit. There is more variety inside if you want something else."

"This is fine for me, for now."

"It's a nice breakfast for a beautiful summer morning," Felisjyta said, helping herself to the eggs.

"Not so beautiful," Errys said. "Blue skies now, but it will be raining by lunchtime. You can tell from the direction of the wind. We'll all be stuck inside with one another for the day."

"A little rain never hurt anyone," Patrice said. She took a sip of the tea. It was much sweeter than she expected, but still refreshing.

"Humans catch sick easier than dragons, I fear," said Errys. "They won't want to risk the lives of the royal family to a rainfall. And it would be beyond rude of us not to attend to them. Thus, we'll be inside."

Patrice sighed and took her time eating a roll. She still didn't understand why humans felt the need to flock together like crows.

"We could still run," Felisjyta said wistfully. "Take off in the rain and not stop till we hit the border. I want to go home again, without Rozhalea's leash around my neck."

Felisjyta looked as trapped as Patrice often felt. Patrice sympathized, but as dissatisfied and irritated as she could get, she wasn't quite ready to give up on Runeria yet. "If we were to run," she said, turning the roll around and around in her hands, "we ought to have done it before we arrived. Now, for better or worse, we are all committed."

Errys gave a great sigh and wrapped her arms around her knees. "I just wanted to be in the tournament. My parents did marry legally, no matter how displeased my grandparents were." She paused. "I just wanted to be acknowledged as a legitimate knight, that's all."

Patrice looked from one knight to the other. "I think of all the people to win, you two may have been the worst choices of all. None of us wants to be here."

Errys shook her head. "None of us want to be here, but we must all play the game now that we are. It's only a few months."

Patrice said nothing and instead concentrated on feeding bits of egg to the cat, who took the food from her hands with surprising delicacy. Only a few months to a dragon was a very short amount of time indeed.

Felisjyta was less graceful. She laid down on the ground and stared at the sky. "Only a few months, ha! I've been here over a year now and other than a short trip back for my sister's wedding, I haven't been home at all. And that's still better than the other knights have got."

Errys shrugged. "I didn't know we were going that general. But the wedding will happen once the new season starts, and then you might be allowed to leave."

"I hope so. I long for mountains and cool weather and decent beer," Felisjyta sighed.

"And you Patrice?" Errys asked. "What is it that you want?"

"Not this," she said. "I too long for wilderness and freedom. Beyond that, I truly don't know."

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[pommunist]

Going off of this one anon that said something about never working in a real environment... first of all, that anon spoke nothing but truths and I totally agree with everything they said. Now what I wanted to say was to your response, line by line.

"Fact is that we’re almost two months after things went public and these signs are nowhere to be seen." Firstly, multiple CCs have said changes have been done behind the scenes and trust in the process. We won't see these changes, because we aren't working internally. This makes sense.

"I think it’s not abnormal to want to be sure these things aren’t happening anymore before they continue supporting it" There is no proof of things being this way. As a matter of fact, the admins that we know of that are still on the project, are enjoying their time and making changes of going back to normal. Most of the statements of mistreatment come from people who worked months ago, before this was made public. Currently, the fact that things are slowly returning to normal, is a very good sign. This means that things are stabilizing behind the scenes.

"Voicing criticism can also be a way to try to avoid problems being swept under the rug as it had been until Léa shared her experience" This is also true, you are correct. However, there is nothing new to be talked about. This is like beating a dead horse. We know the treatment was bad. We know the conditions were horrible. However, now it's being fixed and worked upon. This we know is the case now. Therefore, talking about old subjects eventually gets tiring for everyone involved and stops being productive. At this point, it's just public venting.

"as long as it’s with respect of everyone involved." This is entirely true. Except nobody respects Q in all of this. Nobody extends this respect to Q, who also got taken advantage of. It is unfair for him as well and nobody is defending him. If people do defend him, then suddenly they're harassed, they don't care about workers rights, etc. and it's what's causing this divide now. Nobody can defend Q -not even CCs, anymore - without getting treated like shit. Look what happened with Tubbo, who gets treated like a child who doesn't know anything. Look at Missa, who felt personally hurt by attacks made on Q. He wasn't even involved and he felt horrible about it all. Everyone who says "respect everyone involved" ends up not extending that respect to Q. I am not implying that you personally attack Q, but I have seen several people who say this exact line, then go to attack Q. Tweets calling Q white, posting his address, his phone number, full name, etc. get thousands of likes. And people saying "hey this is weird" end up getting swarmed.

"And people keep being angry because they keep hoping for the project to improve, without getting signs it will." The issue here is that we have gotten signs. From the admins making their projects on the QSMP, from CCs talking about their good experiences, those are all good signs. But nobody takes those good signs as truth, for some reason. We have been getting these good signs but they're brushed off as "they don't know everything" or "this isn't what I wanted to see" which is parasocial as hell. I don't know how to put it any other way but it's insanely parasocial to demand to see such specific changes from the QSMP. It doesn't align with what you think should be done. You don't even know what's going on behind the scenes, like, at all. Anyone on Twitter making "new" statements are all from people who aren't even in the project anymore. Because these are coming out now, people have this false impression that nothing changes. When in reality, nobody knows what's going on right now except those still involved. Like Pierre, like Phil. Who both know more than you or I ever will. And it should stay that way. I don't want to know the extent of what either of them know. Because it should stay confidential. I, as a viewer, shouldn't even know half of this. I shouldn't ever know this unless I am a worker there. This wasn't even intended to be made public, it never should have been. This was going to be handled already. Pierre and Q both said that they were planning on dealing with this. This was made public for zero reason. The truth is, complaining isn't going to get anyone anywhere. It's like trying to clean up a mess and you have someone in your ear complaining about how long it's taking you to clean despite you trying your damn hardest to clean.

To end this statement off, I do not intend for this to be some kind of attack on you personally. It isn't an attack at all, to be quite frank, this is moreso to the arguments you presented that I have seen splayed across Twitter, Tumblr, anywhere. I truly think this constant complaining and constant detail-orientation is getting nobody anywhere. All this is doing is just distracting from the big picture:

Q put someone in charge of a project, whom he falsely trusted.

As a result of this, for about a year, this person created horrible working conditions and used their position of power to hide most of this (or the full gravity of the situation) from Q.

Q was made aware of this, and was planning the proper steps to deal with this privately.

However, this was made public for no real reason, and now he has to deal with this while dealing with the public eye, misinformation, and also privately too.

Due to people leaving and leaking certain details, he cannot be as transparent as he wants to be.

He is also dealing with legal cases which prohibit how much he can say, also limiting which people can get the information he can say.

Although the operations within QSMP are slightly turbulent, things are being done slowly to stabilize them, which includes garnering funds to pay back the people who were exploited and insufficiently paid.

That's the entire story. People are so wrapped up in details that they forget everything that led to this. Again, this wasn't directed specifically towards you, I have nothing against you. But some arguments you presented have their counterarguments as well and I wanted to present them.

man what an ask to wake up to after opening tumblr at 7am uh

First link to the post you’re referring to anon because I still stand with everything I said AND might repeat some of it here :

-I’m glad some ccs have said things are moving behind the scenes, I’m not doubting their words. However I don’t make my personal opinion based on what a cc says. There is nothing wrong with withholding support to a project until there is any concrete indication that things are solved. Already pissed I did so for almost a year, won’t make the mistake twice !

-There was no proof of things being bad for 10 months before admins came out with their stories, we trusted that they were being treated fairly because there was no reason to think otherwise, look where that got us. "Most of the statements of mistreatment come from people who worked months ago" well not only do we know that there are admins who are still within the project that are not being communicated with, but maybe the reason most statements come from people who used to work for Qstudios is because since then at least 50 people have been fired/had to quit ?

-"At this point it’s just public venting" Yes, maybe, and ? People who are angry about this don’t owe patience, productivity or anything to the QSMP. I would argue that Qstudios could fix everything perfectly overnight and people would still be allowed to be angry that it even happened.

-About Quackity I’m not sure I see your point here because obviously it’s stupid to go harass, insult, threaten him or anything close to that. It’s different from actual criticism about his actions and negligence. I can have no respect towards his work as a company owner while also believe he deserves basic human decency ?

Let’s not forget that yes, he might have been fucked over by that One admin, but also the repeated mistreatments over months was made possible because neither Quackity nor anyone else was keeping an eye on what was going on behind the scenes.

-Once again, ccs talked positively about it before, admins were doing projects before, and yet things were shit. When I say signs of things improving I mean ex admins being contacted, statements that those still working are doing so with an actual legal framing and protection.

It is not parasocial to ask that a company upholds workers rights and have something to show they’re doing so. Wouldn’t that make the goddamn union parasocial ? 😭

And I’m glad if some of the admins still currently working are able to do so in the right conditions, obviously not wishing for more people to be mistreated. Doesn’t change the fact that those who have been have not seen any improvement of their situation. Plus we know that even before everything came out, not everyone was treated the same.

Again, this was not made public for zero reason. It was made public as attempts from the admins at solving it internally had been met with silence.

Complaining does get you somewhere. Admins complaining and people using their voices to shine light on their statements and the issues they raised got that Quackity talked about it and started to make changes. Complaining about and withholding support from a company do hold them accountable to a certain extent, and push them to improve the work conditions. Workplace abuse thrives under silence and people keeping their mouth shut.

To reuse your metaphor about cleaning : If you break a glass and start cleaning the shards, people can still point that the glass is broken, and they can still complain about the cleaning if you’re doing a sloppy job at it.

About your recap of events, I have already talked about some points but also :

-The "leak" argument just has to stop for real. Not only it is incredibly inaccurate to use that word to talk about admins sharing what they went through, if you truly want to fix stuff you shouldn’t care first about your actions being revealed.

-Any admins who are to ask about fair payment shouldn’t have to wait until enough merch is sold or whatever. As a victim you shouldn’t have to be patient with the company and wait for them to get their shit together before you start getting some consideration.

tldr i guess : Cool that you’re able to fully trust a company that is responsible for unlawful treatment of their workers for months based on Quackity saying "don’t worry guys things are changing", but not me tho !

[lakemetaphor]

Gonna throw my metaphorical tin-foil into the ring for a second here and say, I am cautiously optimistic (hoping?) that the Mystery Man at the end of 425 is Tenko/Tomura, in some form. Mainly because, I don't really believe this is the end of Tomura as a character.

It goes without saying that Tomura's death was unsatisfying. It's not so much that he died that's the problem, but how it was handled and how quickly it seems to be brushed over. But the epilogue so far has given me hope that this was all kind of done on purpose.

Whether or not you agree with All Might that "Tenko's heart was saved", or Gran Torino that "killing is a way of saving", doesn't matter. What matters is, Deku doesn't believe he fully saved Tenko/Tomura. Deku is not happy with how things turned out. He's dissatisfied. It's clear from his expressions and words these last two chapters. He believes he failed. So, he failed.

I think the disconnect comes because Deku can't figure out exactly how and why he did. He shattered Tomura's hatred, he reached out to the crying child, he killed AFO and released the hold he had over Tenko/Tomura, but still, he didn't save him. Still, Tomura wanted to destroy. Why? There's something he's missing. Something he doesn't understand.

Since the events of 417-419, I sort of formed this theory that there really isn't one easy way to save Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura. But instead, his "saving" can be broken up into three separate elements that need to be addressed individually.

Tomura is an amalgamation of everything that can go wrong to create a villain in MHA's world. He is like Dabi, abused, neglected, and ignored by his family. Like Spinner, someone lost and rejected without agency and his own drive latching onto the words and direction of others. And like Toga and Twice, rejected by a society that ignores their struggles and saw them as "too dangerous" and/or "too far gone". (Of course the League all have their own separate issues as well, but core elements of their stories are reflected in Tomura. Making him their leader both in story and thematically.)

In addressing each of these points in Tomura, we are also addressing them in the League. To save Tomura is to save every member of the League, and to save Tomura, there are three things that would need to be fulfilled.

The abuse Tenko received from his father while his family neglected and ignored him and his pain, and how this treatment led to his perception of himself when it came to ultimately killing them.

AFO stripping Tenko of his agency, giving him Decay, and manipulating and grooming him into a being of pure hatred and anger.

Tenko being ignored on the street after killing his family, no one helping him, and the complacency of civilians that rely on heroes to save the day.

Without meeting all three conditions, the idea of "saving Tenko/Tomura" becomes hollow and dissatisfying. If you took care of AFO and society, Tomura would be unable to let go of what happened in the Shimura house. If you dealt with society and his early childhood, Tomura wouldn't have a chance to deal with AFO's grooming. And most notably, (as we're seeing now in story) if you deal with AFO and the Shimura house, the world remains unchanged, and the deep rooted issues present in MHA's society get swept under the rug.

So with Tomura's story seemingly ending with only 2 out of 3 of the conditions fulfilled, it feels incomplete. It feels like we're missing a very important piece of the puzzle. Because we are. Tomura still wants to destroy because his desire to destroy is connected to all three of these pieces. And until all are dealt with, that itch (pun intended) cannot be satisfied.

It very much feels like the epilogue is setting up to deal with the final missing piece. The kind of giant elephant in the room of "what are we gonna do about the society that created these villains". From Deku reflecting on Tomura's last words of "it depends what you do from here", to Mirio's speech about "turning minuses into zero" and "going beyond", to Dabi, Toga, and Spinner's fates slowly being revealed, to the restoration project class (now) 2-A is going to be working on.

Which is where I think (hope) our Mystery Man comes in.

Whoever this is, he's clearly distressed, wandering a destroyed city or town, and in need of help. It's entirely possible this is just Some Guy™, meant to represent the type of people that were/are ignored and need to be saved. That he's going to be the person Deku reaches out to and saves where he failed in saving Tomura. Therefore resolving the issue of no one helping Tenko when he was a kid, and showing how heroes and society are going to change from here on out.

Putting aside the obvious visuals pointing to this being Tenko/Tomura, (and I'm talking about more than just his looks) for me at least, I feel like him being just Some Guy™, falls really flat. It feels like a consolation prize for Deku. "You couldn't save the guy you really wanted, so here, have a new guy, free of charge, maybe you'll do this one right." On top of that, it feels like a rehash of what happened with Eri (a hero reaching out before it's too late).

But the most important thing is, it doesn't fix Deku's failure thematically. He has always been about "total victory" and "saving everyone with a smile on his face", so why would his final save, his most important save, end in such a way that neither of those conditions can be fulfilled? It doesn't make sense. And I wanna have faith that this isn't just bad writing, but rather the beginning of the setup to resolve these issues.

With each step so far in "saving Tenko/Tomura", things have been happening in a very literal sense. Deku (and Nana) literally stopped Kotaro from hitting Tenko. Deku literally held Tenko's hands and validated his pain and confusion at killing his family. AFO literally showed his evil hand in shaping Tomura into a villain. And Tomura literally made the decision to end the control AFO had over his life. So in order for the societal piece to be dealt with, Tenko/Tomura needs to literally be reached out to in his time of need. Something that cannot happen by proxy and cannot happen if he's dead.

It seems like a very convoluted way to get here. And (if I'm right in this) I'm not saying the way it's being done is perfect, but it does make sense. Tomura has no reason to believe Deku and the heroes will change society for the better. And in the context of the battle, there was no real way to show Tomura that they would. In the same way that he needed to be stopped from killing his family, that he needed to be shown how badly AFO groomed him, he now needs to see society changing in order to have faith that it will.

And if we call back to Tomura's line about wanting to be a hero for the villains, that statement alone is what meshes these conditions together. From the kid who was abused for wanting to be a hero, to the kid who was raised without a choice of his own, to the kid who saw firsthand how the world treats so called "villains" through his own experiences and those of his friends. In order for him to fully be a "hero for the villains" he needs to be allowed to be a hero, allowed to make his own decisions, and allowed to protect the ones society rejects. He's done the first two, the third is still hanging in the air.

Which has a number of ways of being dealt with, but the most obvious one would be to utilize the broken half of Overhaul to heal their current critical conditions. Dabi is alluded to being alive, but hooked up so some kind of machine. Toga lost a lot of blood. Spinner was basically brain dead. I genuinely don't think any of them died, or will die, but something needs to be done to help them. And the set up is too perfect to not come into play in some way.

Of course, all of this could be wrong. And that is what it is. I know it's kind of impractical for this Mystery Man to be Tenko/Tomura. It also doesn't immediately fix the issues brought about by Tomura's (initial? seeming?) conclusion. But, I do believe there's a lot more potential to fix what's been broken with an alive Tomura rather than a dead Tomura.

[justastarholder]

Why did Lunar think that if he showed star holder the place where the first gods had convened then they would have changed their mind about Eclipse? Why didn't Lunar think that the SH would change their mind about him instead? That they would have stopped trusing him or even started fearing him. I mean, I get it that Lunar kinda vaguely answered SH's question of why was his ancestor banished (even blamed the other gods), but even so, it's still evident that the first god of thunder did something very horrible that even Star Mother herself banished him, and maybe it would have raised some questions in SH's head about their guard, and well, maybe even destroyed their friendship. In a privious ask you said that Lunar doesn't know what his ancestor did exactly, but he only knows that he was a traitor, does he question himself about what did the first god of storms did to deserve such a punishment? And if he did ever find out, what would be his reaction. (I hope you understand what i'm trying to say, cause I'm not really good at putting my thoughts in words)

This is a great question!

What you have to take into account is that Lunar is often driven by his emotions, and tends to get... too passionate.

BUT if you recall, this isn't the first time Lunar has shown SH proof of the gods doing something and then covering it up. He knows that they'll inevitably lean in his favor, even if his ancestor WAS the traitor. After all, in the months leading up to being taken to the palace, SH had learned:

-That Eclipse was a nice person, despite constantly being taught he was sadistic and had no mercy in his heart

-Only to turn around and find out that Eclipse had burned an ENTIRE VILLAGE to the ground (through Lunar)

-Pluto had been arrested after a mental break down (granted it was a violent one) and left to slowly die out of the eye of the public

-Lunar lost everything to a mistake Sun made that NO ONE has heard about. (The lead spill) Why? Because Sun is also the type of god to brush things under the rug.

I think with all SH had learned about Sun (and in part, Moon) during the story really tilted the odds in Lunar's favor. He knows that they are beginning to question everything. They are starting to see these terrible things the greater gods have done and they are beginning to wonder how far back this corruption goes.

To your second question:

Lunar DOES wonder. He is constantly wondering. But Lunar also already hates his lineage. As a kid, he may have loved his demon grandma but she has left him with a deep distaste for the entire line of Thunder Gods. Lunar believes ALL the greater gods are terrible and that there needs to be a significant change for the world to begin to heal. (Some of this ideology also bleeds over from being raised among and living among dragons. You may have noticed that the dragons refer to the greater gods as 'gods of man'. They don't recognize or worship those gods- but they do worship LUNAR. And what's more, they have other gods of their own-- but WHERE are those gods? Why aren't they among the dragons, like the Greater Gods living among the humans?)

This is kinda long-winded but I hope that it helps.

TL;DR: Lunar hates the greater gods and thinks if he gives SH all the info carefully they'll come to hate them, too.

[lettucebee17]

Hi! This is my first ask i've ever done, so I hope this isn't weird or anything but anyways

did you have anything else on your summer camp au? (I was just scrolling when I found it and became slightly obsessed) For instance do any of the boys find out about the mers/fae/magic in general? What do the staff like Vargas or Sam do at the camp?

anyways you've successfully given me brainrot about this little camp and I'd love for just any facts or ideas you may have!

Hello! Don't worry about your ask, you're doing fantastic!

I have so many random thoughts about this AU, it's just so hard for me to organize them cohesively for other people to understand (I really ought to get on actually writing it sometime....) Including but not limited to, this gem from my personal notes about the AU:

But to touch on your specific questions:

At the point when the AU would start (the beginning of the summer when all of them would be there and the freshman would be first years at the camp), no one has discovered any sort of concrete proof about any magic or the identities of the fae or the merfolk. Floyd has probably had a few close calls with specifically Malleus because Malleus likes to take walks at night by the lake and Floyd likes to swim at night, but Floyd is perceptive enough that he's heard him coming every time and has been able to hide under the water (touching on that though, there is a chance that Floyd has seen malleus without the glamour and knows about his horns, whether or not he would've said anything about that is up in the air).

There have also been a few weird happenings with magic that the campers haven't really been able to explain and Malleus and Lilia know are magic-induced, but Crowley is quick to brush things like that under the rug.

Things don't really start getting weird until Yuu shows up, since they have a weird thing going where magic doesn't affect them but is also kind of more attracted to them. So naturally, as whatever plot I will eventually fully establish unfolds, more and more of the boys will find out about the existence of magic (probably starting with the first years since they're friends with Yuu). Yuu also can see through the fae glamours and therefore can still see Malleus's horns and Lilia's ears and they definitely still call Malleus Hornton, much to everyone's confusion. I think they can also probably see little fish-like features in the Octatrio, like the tweels pointy teeth and perhaps square pupils on Azul, hints of merfolk markings, stuff like that.

I think people finding out about that stuff would probably unfold alongside the plot, plus certain people who are closer to the mers and the fae would find out over time.

In terms of the staff, they run activities and whatnot around the camp, Sam less so than the others since he's more in charge of supplies and goods (of which he always has far more than one would think possibly, especially since he doesn't ever leave to restock). But I think he still occasionally runs certain activities like movie nights or campfire stories, things like that. He also runs a s'more station at the campfire every night.

Vargas is in charge of most of the more physical activities (kayaking, horseback riding, archery, hyper specific summer camp sport, etc.)

Trein is in charge of mostly indoor, educational activites (teambuilding stuff, learning survival skills, crafts, etc.)

Crewel is in charge of the more nature oriented activities (hiking, ropes courses, identifying edible plants, etc.)

I toyed with the idea of having a counselor in charge of each cabin but there are only four of them so three cabins would be left with probably nameless ocs for counselors, but it's still a possibility (if I went with this idea, Sam would be in charge of Octavinelle, Trein would be in charge of Heartslabyul, Vargas, Savanaclaw, and Crewel, Pomefiore). But that's TBD.

Sorry if I rambled for a little while, I don't know if any of this information is really that comprehensive or helpful... But I hoped you enjoy it anyway, I apologize for the brainrot but also, welcome to the club!