#I think about a scene like this happening a lot

[kyri45]

A final letter

Hello Everyone!

The queue is paused and everything is scheduled, which means we are ready for the finale!

I know that, in the end, this was just a silly side project for me, with everything else going on in my life. But for this occasion, I wanted to drop some words here and hope they make sense.

I started watching LMK only because a friend told me there was a "Sonadow-coded" ship. I ended up consuming the entire thing in one sitting on July 10th, 2024. At the time, I was still recovering from a bike accident that had left me with a broken right forearm—unable to draw for a little over a month. (I did try drawing with my left finger, but it wasn't exactly fun.)

Not only that, but it was summer, and I couldn’t enjoy the season or practice my main sport, windsurfing. To say I was feeling the blues is an understatement. I remember being in physical pain just from not being able to draw my sillies. But then, watching LMK did something to my brain chemistry that my little undiagnosed autistic self had never experienced before. It hit so hard that I’ve been physically unable to rewatch the show SINCE that very first day. (And y’all still call me the CEO of this fandom. Bro, I just work here.)

A lot of you have asked what inspired me to start this comic or to draw LMK fan art in the first place. While my usual answer is, "I saw Shadowpeach and thought MK could be their lovechild, given his appearance," the moment that actually started it all was THIS ONE—

(I HAD TO REWATCH THIS SCENE TO MAKE THE GIF AND IT HURT ME ON A MOLECOLAR LEVEL)

I have… a thing for characters who discover their entire identity was something else all along. It consumes my thoughts, my dreams, my every waking moment. I live for identity crises, for characters who thought they knew who they were, only to be forced to rediscover themselves, their existence, and their place in the world. If you give me a story where a character has to go through that, I will like it—regardless of how bad the rest of the story is.

Pair that with loads of trauma, daddy issues, the pressure of a legacy, and world-ending stakes, and congrats! Now I’m obsessed, and I will not stop thinking about it for the rest of my days!

At first, my brain just wanted to release some of that energy with a small, four-panel post about the monkeys discovering that MK was technically their kid.

That was supposed to be it.

But since I never seem to learn my lesson, it didn’t stay like that. Because once I started drawing, I just... continued.

And

I

never

stopped.

A lot of you have also asked how I found the motivation to draw so much, to never take a break. Well, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it one last time: I am my number one fan. No matter how much you laughed, cried, screamed, or went feral over this story, I did all of that and more. Because I got to think about the chapters months before they released. I got to daydream about them. I got to watch them come to life—first through sketches, then line art, then dialogue. And finally, I got to witness your reactions and see the incredible creations you made, inspired by my story.

So yeah, in a way, it was almost an addiction. A good addiction. Because, for the first time in my life, I actually understood what loving art means.

I’ve been drawing for ten years, working professionally for five, but I never loved art before. I just liked it because I happened to be good at it. But creating this comic made me understand why artists say, "Oh, I’ve loved drawing since I was a child!" This was the first time I allowed myself to create purely for my own enjoyment. Something I hadn’t had the privilege to do for a long time.

Other than making me feel even more single than I already was, this story somehow also helped me a little with my own family relationships. So yeah. Crazy how the gay monkeys changed my life.

Of course, I never could have predicted how much traction my AU would gain. Man, y’all were really starving to latch onto something this silly. /j

But yeah—thank you. Thank you for sticking around until the end, for having the patience and trust to follow the story even when I made you rage with angst and cliffhangers. (The statement in my bio still stands: I am not responsible for any physical or emotional damage my art has caused.)

I’m absolutely shit at thanking people, or at writing, or at talking in general, honestly. I’m the furthest thing from being good with words, so I hope the final chapter will be enough to show you my gratitude.

Through this story, I met so many wonderful, talented people. I watched as fans across different platforms found each other through memes and fanart of the AU. I saw artists start their own AUs inspired by mine, growing their own communities. I witnessed an explosion of creativity and collaboration through our takeovers. And I laughed along with you all.

And yeah—at its core, this story has always been about love. Whether it’s platonic, sibling, parental, romantic, or whatever the hell Mac and Wukong had going on for millennia.

At its heart, it’s a story about family.

And maybe, in the end… the real family wasn’t just the one in the comic, but the one we’ve found together along the way. 💛

See you all at the finale.

Love you all, freaks /affectionate

Jade

[reiding-writing]

Spencer reid who defends cold!reader when an officer makes a sexist remark behind her back

COLD HARD LOGIC. /spencer reid/

the sherrif’s officers assisting your case come with an unhealthy side of misogyny. spencer is not a fan.

cold!reader 1.0k h/c series masterlist. main masterlist.

a/n | this is exactly 999 words long i love when that happens

The station smelled like burnt coffee and cheap aftershave.

You’d been in places like this before—small-town sheriff’s offices run by middle-aged men who thought the FBI’s presence was more of a nuisance than a necessity. The kind of place where the most exciting case they’d ever had was a stolen tractor or a bar fight that got a little too rowdy.

But this? Three dead women in less than two weeks, each one killed with increasing brutality? This wasn’t something they could handle.

Not that they would ever admit it.

The moment your team stepped inside, you could feel the tension settle in the air. It wasn’t just the case that had them on edge. It was you.

You were used to it. You were the youngest of the BAU’s psychological experts, and you weren’t exactly warm. Your presence had always been a point of contention in these environments—too young, too pretty, too cold. The officers never knew what to make of you, and you never gave them the opportunity to figure it out.

Instead, you focused on the case.

Spencer sat beside you at the metal table, flipping through the sheriff’s pitiful excuse for case files. The rest of the team had split up—Hotch was in the captain’s office, trying to get more resources, while Morgan and JJ were checking out the latest crime scene.

That left you here, stuck in a room full of men who didn’t respect you, sifting through files that told you more about their incompetence than the unsub.

But you didn’t let it show. You never did.

You kept your expression neutral as you flipped through the reports.

The victims were all in their twenties, all last seen at the same bar. The bodies had been dumped near hiking trails just outside of town, but the wounds suggested they had been killed elsewhere. The unsub was growing bolder. Escalating. You were running out of time.

And yet—

“Well,” one of the officers drawled, “at least this case ain’t all bad,”

You didn’t react.

Another officer chuckled. “Yeah, must be nice to have something attractive to look at while you work,”

Spencer stiffened beside you.

You kept your focus on the file, pretending not to hear them.

“Shame she’s such a bitch, though,” the first one muttered. “Bet she’d be a lot more pleasant if someone taught her how to act properly,”

The room went still.

Your fingers tightened around the page you were reading, nails digging into the cheap paper. The words blurred, swallowed by the rushing sound of blood pounding in your ears.

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard something like that.

It wouldn’t be the last.

But before you could decide if it was even worth acknowledging, Spencer pushed his chair back with a sharp scrape against the floor.

The movement was sudden. Loud.

It drew every pair of eyes in the room.

Spencer stood slowly, adjusting his cardigan with deliberate precision before turning toward the officers. His face was calm, but there was something in his eyes—something dangerous.

“You know,” he said, his voice deceptively light, “there’s a psychological phenomenon called the Dunning-Kruger effect. It explains how people with low ability at a task often overestimate their competence. The less skilled someone is, the more convinced they are of their own superiority.”

The room was silent.

“What the hell are you getting at?” one of the officers asked.

Spencer smiled, but it wasn’t kind. “I just think it’s interesting that you’ve spent two weeks on this case with no leads, no insights, and no progress, while she—” he gestured toward you without looking, “—has been here for half an hour and has already identified patterns in the killer’s behaviour that you completely overlooked. And yet, you seem to believe that your opinion of her personality holds any weight.”

The officer’s face darkened. “Look, kid—”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Spencer interrupted. “Because, frankly, your inability to see past your own bias is not only insulting, it’s embarrassing. You expect her to be nice to you? Why would she be? You don’t respect her. You don’t value her expertise. You don’t even view her as an equal. So tell me, why exactly should she go out of her way to make you comfortable?”

The officer opened his mouth, then closed it.

“That’s what I thought,” Spencer said coolly.

You stared at him, heart pounding. Not because he defended you—he’d done that before, in his own quiet ways—but because of the sheer intensity behind his words.

He wasn’t defending you because of what you were to him. You knew if it were any other female member of the team he would’ve reacted the same.

And that makes it arguably even more considerate.

He’s not defending you because of the evenings you’ve spent together, or the careful way he traced his fingers over your skin when he thought you were asleep during a movie.

He was defending you because he respected you. Because he knew your worth.

And that? That meant more than you could ever say.

So you didn’t say anything at all.

Instead, you turned back to the files in front of you, flipping a page with careful precision.

“Now,” you said evenly, “can we get back to solving this case?”

The officers didn’t speak after that.

Not to you. Not about you.

And when Spencer sat back down beside you, you didn’t acknowledge him. You didn’t have to.

Instead, you slid your notes across the table, letting your fingers brush against his.

Just for a moment.

Just enough to say thank you.

[reidrum]

hi lil headcanon: can’t stop thinking about how Spence sees the worst of humanity and lots of violence for his job so when he comes home to you he is extra gentle and savors your goodness and cherishes doing mundane things with you- tidying up and listening to his music, going on walking dates, holding you close literally always- he is extra protective of his beacon of peace and hope in humanity :,)

this is so post prison spencer coded

(i yapped again im so sorry)

following his release spencer reid would struggle to return to normalcy for some time after his whole life was turned upside down for months but the pockets of peace he creates with you he finds are essential to his well being.

your spencer reid wakes up early on the rare saturday mornings he has off making sure you’re still sleeping and sneaks off to the kitchen to make breakfast that will soon wake you up in a few hours with the wafting smell of waffles and coffee. he dons a ‘kiss the chef’ apron you ironically got for him that he unironically treasures deeply as he finishes plating the spread on the tray and bringing it back to the room.

maybe on saturday mornings you always go to the farmers market and you always buy a fresh bouquet of flowers because having them on sunday makes for a good omen for the coming week. and even on the saturdays spencer reid can’t be there you send pictures of the bouquet you picked out that day and it makes his heart so so happy. his favorite thing is when he tells you the significance of different flowers and they show up in the bunch the week after. if one day you don’t go to the farmers market or there just isn’t a bouquet in the house that day spencer reid absolutely cannot have that and so he goes out on his own curating the perfect bouquet of flowers because he’ll be damned if you don’t have your flowers!

i think he would also encourage you to ramble as much as he does because he loves hearing you talk, even if he knows nothing about it or it doesn’t make sense. like for someone who loves info dumping and telling people cool facts, spencer reid is much quieter around you because hearing you talk especially about things you love is so so special to him. he would trade his voice like ariel in the little mermaid if it meant he could hear you talk on and on about anything and everything for the rest of his life.

and like, because this is spencer reid there will be a time that something happens to you because of what he does (alexa play peace), kinda similar to matt and kristy when she’s held hostage at her work or derek and savannah when she gets shot. hotch has to physically keep him away from the scene because he’d be so close to losing it and risking everything by going solo but who can blame him when you, the other half of him that the prophecies say you’d spend your whole lives searching for but he was fortunate and grateful enough to find you so soon, could get hurt. he would harbor the same guilt hotch feels dating anyone after haley because after maeve spencer reid refuses to let anything take you away from him, but here he is putting you in a situation he caused because an unsub he put away has a grievance to settle.

and eventually you’re safe and back in the apartment with spencer reid and he’s just. in crisis mode. because he genuinely is not sure if he can handle something like that happening to you again. but he’s not even sure how to prevent that from ever happening. and he’s so proud of you for how brave you’re trying to be but it’s breaking his heart entirely to watch you do that for him, and he’s so sure he does not deserve your grace at all. so it’s not even a hard decision when he decides to increase his university teaching hours and step away from the bau just to be with you more.

because now you and spencer reid have more time to make flower bouquets at the farmers market every week. he’s bucket listed every museum up and down the eastern coast and fully intends on finishing it before the year ends. he carries a little trial size vial of your perfume in his satchel whenever he misses you a little too much, even when you’re just in the other room. spencer reid wants nothing more than to live a simple life with you, and after the world has dealt him too many bad cards, he’s more than grateful to get to hold these little moments of you close to mend his bruised heart.

[boviform]

Shoot From The Hip Longforms reviewed by how accurate the title is

Oh My God, Is this A Joke? - 4/10. There are quite a lot of jokes, actually.

The Meringue Haberdashery - 5/10. A lot of haberdashery, no meringue.

Lost in Your Eyes - 3/10. Someone is certainly lost, but it's actually at sea.

The Dark Moons of Slough - 2/10. It's set in Slough but there aren't any moons relevant to the plot, dark or otherwise.

Long Johns - STRIKE! - 7/10. I mean, there is a strike at the long johns factory so that's decently descriptive I guess?

Too Big To Be A Jockey - 10/10. That man is absolutely too big to be a jockey.

The Oopsie Daisy Bulge - 3/10. I feel like an invasion is a little more than an 'oopsie daisy.'

The Hare Who Wore A Sweater - 8/10. If I want to be pedantic, there are actually multiple hares wearing sweaters.

Once Upon a Time I Killed Mum - 6/10. 'Once upon a time' implies an event took place sometime long in the past, but the matricide was actually very recent.

The Midnight Mystery - 4/10. Only the first scene takes place at midnight, and the mystery is pretty obvious.

Inside the Mysterious Cube - 3/10. There are multiple mysterious cubes and only the last scene actually takes place in one.

BUS - 1/10. 'Bus' does not even begin to cover what this play's about.

All Eyes on Nigel - 6/10. Surely not ALL eyes on Nigel?

No! I Always Loved That Caravan - 6/10. The affection this man had for his caravan is of somewhat less importance than the title suggests.

Wild, Wet and Worrisome - 10/10. Fuck dude, it sure is.

The Cardboard Stegosaurus - 3/10. Can confirm that a cardboard stegosaurus is present, but it's completely irrelevant to anything else that happens.

The Ingredients - 4/10. There is only one ingredient of any significance.

The Excited Chinchilla - 6/10. There is certainly a chinchilla, but I'm not sure if 'excited' is the correct adjective to use.

The Prime Minister's First Day - 9/10. Pretty good summary, A+.

The Leftenmost Window - 0/10. That's not even a word.

The Neighbour's Under The Bed - 5/10. He's only under there for one scene.

The Milkman - 9/10. There is a Milkman.

Beetroots and Murder - 6/10. No one is actually murdered. 'Beetroots and Arson' would be a much better title.

Susan's Holiday - 8/10. To be fair, it's Tracy's holiday too.

The Evil Make-A-Wish Kid - 10/10. That kid sure is evil.

The Mystery of the Midnight Circus - 6/10. The circus isn't actually open at midnight.

Caesar and Juliet - 8/10. Again, to be pedantic, other characters are also present.

Wine Under The Bridge - 9/10. There is a bridge and there is wine, and at one point the wine is taken under the bridge.

The Unrelenting Aubergine - 6/10. It is very much relenting.

The Lighthouse - 10/10. There is a lighthouse.

Murders in Space - 10/10. Murders do indeed happen in space.

Marigolds, Bluebells, and Hugh - 5/10. Orchids are far more important to the plot than marigolds or bluebells.

Moist and Magical - 8/10. There is magic. We can presume it is moist because Scotland gets a lot of rain.

Burglary and Bobsledding - 6/10. A+ on the bobsledding. As for burglary, I don't think the removal of a single machine part counts as 'burglary' so much as 'sabotage'.

Toby's Secret Pocket - 6/10. Toby has multiple secret pockets.

Ballet on the Battlefield - 2/10. At no point does ballet ever take place on a battlefield.

The Phantom of Hornchurch - 10/10. Yeap, that's him.

The Grape Depression - 9/10. Accurate in terms of both economic and emotional depression!

[thranduel]

if byler isn't endgame...

what was the point of making will in love with mike?

why was will used as a plot device to force mike and el back together and "fix" their relationship issues? (the writers literally took his OWN feelings for mike and his OWN painting for mike that was supposed to be something special between them only and made it all about... el? this is genuinely one of the most cruel, ridiculous and unnecessary writing decisions i've ever seen if it doesn't result in will getting the person he loves)

why did they clearly highlight the contrast between byler and m*leven's relationships all season? how mike makes el feel like a monster for being different vs how he does NOT make will feel like a mistake for being different? how mike and el had the biggest fight after mike apologised vs how mike and will made up and ended up closer than before after mike apologised? how mike and el don't have healthy communication and struggle to understand each other vs how mike and will always have genuine heart-to-heart conversations, understand each other so well and sometimes don't even have to say any words? how mike feels insecure in his relationship with el and has his trauma/feelings invalidated vs how will manages to always make him feel special, confident and gives him strength when he's struggling and needs help?

why are there so many parallels and similarities between will and el as individual characters AND also their relationships with mike?

why is mike's relationship with will different from all his other platonic friends? (and don't just say "because will is in love with him", because in some scenes, MIKE is the one who initiates things and goes out of his way for will. which reminds me, you know how everyone says mike does so many romantic things for el? like not giving up on her when she's missing, taking care of her, being protective over her, etc.? he actually did all of those things for will first)

why did mike vent to will about his fight with el (the fight he claims they "can't come back from") without directly saying what the fight was about? all he said was "maybe i should've said something... and if i would've said that thing, then maybe she'd want me there with her." so... you're venting to your friend and you can't even specify that your big fight was about not being able to say "i love you"? why was it kept so secretive if you truly love her and it's no big deal? you've said you love her in front of a group of people before anyways, even when will was there, so why can't you even say the words to him while venting?

why did mike vent to will (again) and say that if he would've explained himself to el, maybe she would've taken him with her? will says he thinks it's scary to open up like that, to say how you really feel, but shouldn't mike and el already know how they both feel about each other at this point? el heard mike say he loved her in season 3, and at the end of the same season, she said "i love you too" before kissing him. they have kissed a lot, sent letters to each other and do lovey dovey things, which should make their feelings quite clear?????

and what was the point of this line from will?

"because... what if... what if they don't like the truth?"

we're supposed to be talking about el here. sure, will was subtly speaking about himself, and we know that as the audience. but mike doesn't. this conversation is about el, so mike still thinks will is talking about her. why on earth would he NOD after will says the part about how she might not like the truth? mike knows that "the truth" she WANTS to hear is "i love you", so why wouldn't she like the truth? why did mike nod at what will said and why did he agree with him? what is actually even happening in this scene??????????????

why did they make all the canon couples stand together in the final shot of season 4, with mike and will standing together too?

what was the point of ANY of this if they weren't planning on making byler endgame?!?!?!?!?!

[the-catmans-offical-2]

SHE WAS YOUR MAMA TOO AND YOU KILLED HER!!!

Fucking TAGAHAGA FROTHS

I think about this scene constantly. I sit there and stare, rewatch the scene because of Wrath's emotions. He's very emotional, he's been shown to get upset easily and to cry and to get angry - but this is genuine despair something that Edward fully understands.

Wrath just lost someone he deemed his mother, who he believed cared about him and was his mama.

And Ed killed her, he didn't veiw Sloth as his mother, as Trisha Elric, he viewed her as a burden to get rid of, to help ease his guilt.

But it didn't ease his guilt, it made him even more guilty - but not toward Sloth. Not nessicarily towards Al even though it was another situation that he called the shots on, against Al's wishes. His guilt is now toward Wrath. Because he starts to become frantic, he watched his desperation when he grabbed at Envy's leg and desperately pleaded with them to let them use Al to bring back Sloth (saying "you gotta to let me try, you have to!"); And this is basically what happened when Ed and Al first lost their mom. Ed became desperate but instead of begging and sobbing, he just stated that they were going to bring her back, that they had to.

And when Envy kicks Wrath and Ed catches him, only for Envy to walk off with Al, Ed is stopped by Wrath. And Wrath lashes out at him. But Ed doesn't stop him, sure he tries to duck and dodge, but he let's Wrath hit him. And then Wrath says "She was your mama too ans you killed her" He fucking freezes and Wrath lands a good punch and tackles him yo the ground, choking him and sobbing.

AND ED JUST TAKES IT. BECAUSE HE KNOWS HOW WRATH FEELS (Sure, Trisha originally wasn't murdered by someone in front of him, but he did watch her die right before his eyes just like Wrath did with Sloth - but unlike Wrath, Ed got to hold his mother's hand as she passed. He was allowed the warmth and comfort of her in her final moments while Wrath was rejected and had to keep a distance because she hurt him; Further implying that she didn't care about him, and the fucking "clean up after yourselves and take care of each other" directed at Ed and Al. SHE DIDNT SPARE WRATH EVEN A SINGLE GLANCE. And I bet that was heart breaking).

And then Izumi breaks it up and Wrath runs off but I also think about what Ed said after.

"He was.. Crying. While I can't even squeeze out a single tear, that poor kid's crying like a baby. Like he, like he was crying because I couldn't."

Wrath furthermore having been portraying the emotions Ed felt he couldn't express - as he had already mourned for Trisha, who was Sloth, and look where that got him? It made him loose his leg, loose his brother's body after he pushed Al into trying to bring her back - but the wasn't even focused on that now. He was more focused on Wrath, on his reaction, his outburst and sadness, his despair and desperation. All things he's felt before, and all he could do is watch as Wrath frantically ran off after Envy. After the chance to bring back the one he views as his mama - trying to attempt the same foolish deed that Ed had done!

I lost my fucking train of thought (´ﾍ｀；)

I dunno, I just think about this scene a lot and it makes me sob - their parallels and comparisons to each other's character... They're so alike yet so so different.

“She was your mama, too!”

[alphajocklover]

I loved the story you did the other day about making a deal with a devil. Could I make a deal with him? You see I’m a huge fan of Zeb Atlas and I want to be just like him. A huge muscular alpha gay male porn star. You think he’d be interested in doing that for me?

Oh thank god. I don’t want to be unprofessional but I’m really glad someone asked about this. Since my last post with Nick, the one where he helped me turn one guy into five by splitting his soul, Nick has been in a bit of trouble. Technically speaking a lot of what Nick does, hanging out with mortals, dating my Uncle, helping me with my work, is kind of frowned upon by the forces of Hell. Hell is not as strict as you might think, since their entire thing is sin and doing what they’re not supposed to, but there are some things that a devil isn’t supposed to do, and using their powers during anything but a deal is a big one. I think making another deal could definitely help smooth things over, especially since he's been so busy with helping me and has kind of neglected his work lately. There is a little problem with your request though. I, personally, try to avoid anything with celebrities in them, not because they don’t use magic or tf stuff, but since reporting on them can draw a little too much attention. However, you said you want to be LIKE Zeb Atlas, not that you wanted to be him or transform him in some way. Plus he is extremely hot, and he isn’t a super big mainstream celebrity, so I think I can get away with it. Let's turn you into a Zeb Atlas look alike!

See, my friend Nick isn’t just going to turn you into someone kind of like Zeb Atlas. For the price you’re paying, you’re going to be turned into an exact copy of Zeb Atlas. From the manly jawline and cocky smirk, to the huge biceps and sexy, almost shockingly wide shoulders, you’re going to practically be his twin. To be clear, you aren’t actually going to be his twin, you’re going to be his doppelganger. I know that sounds weird, but it’s actually weirdly common. A lot of people have doppelgangers, and while both doppelgangers being bodybuilding pornstars is a little unlikely, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen. You won’t have a tattoo like he does, so you’ll have a few differences, but besides that the two of you are going to be almost identical. Even your personalities will be similar, and the same cocky, confident swagger he has will be in every move you make. The best part? You’ll actually get to meet Zeb! Two alpha males who work in porn, it only makes sense for you guys to do some scenes together. People love the ‘getting fucked by twins’ fantasy afterall. Even more, because of your similar personalities, you’ll spend time together outside of work. Soon Zeb Atlas and Zack Titan (thats your porn name) will be fucking inseparable. 

Of course there is a price to pay, and in this case it's going to be a pretty hefty one. You won’t have to give up your soul or anything, since Nick usually gets his souls indirectly, but you will still have to give him something. Two things actually. The first thing Nick wants is your original selves apartment. I can’t be sure why, but I assume it has to do with some sort of long game he’s playing. The second thing he wants? Your and Zeb’s autographs. It’s not everyday you meet the two greatest porn stars of all time.

**I don't usually do TFs that involve real people, even slightly, but I couldn't resist something this hot. Hope you guys like it (and that I dont have to take it down lol)**

[samcvrpenters]

word count: 3.1k+

pairing: santa barbara! ellie williams x fem! reader

summary: after ellie lets abby go, she almost gives up hope, however, you come along, managing to restore her physical health and slowly pulling her back to the surface

warnings: injury, weapons, she kinda threatens you a couple times at the start, she doesn’t really care if she dies at the start, murder, strangers to friends, you could’ve been lovers

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it’s a melancholy scene: ellie sits cross—legged in the water, blood pouring down any and every part of her body. not all of it is her’s, no. some of it is of the girl who she had stupidly let go. the girl who she had promised to kill and get revenge on because of how she had made joel suffer— ellie had let her go. and why? so she could call herself the better person? so she could mutter some nonsense about finally being able to let go?

would ellie have gone back to hunting her down? attempting to find any lead possible that would lead her right back to abby. she wouldn’t have the help of dina, no. she was convinced that her girlfriend had simply left her. could she even call her that anymore? no. she didn’t deserve that. she didn’t deserve dina.

perhaps she’ll die here— stuck at the shore of some beach in santa barbara, where a storm seems to be brewing and there is every indication that it will continue through the night. but ellie truly doesn’t care at this point. she’ll keep herself submerged in the salty water, cuts and wounds hurting because of the sea. she could deal with the consequences of her actions later, couldn’t she?

maybe this is the only moment of rest that she’ll actually have. she’s not been at ease for at least a year. she’s never had a moment of relief— a moment where she can relax and forget about the world around her. everything has been about this mission to get revenge, whether it was her choice or not. first time? yes. absolutely her decision. second time? she felt like she had to. she was obliged to because of what tommy had said.

rain begins to pour. she knew it. she knew she would be stuck within the eye of a storm. she wouldn’t be able to get out of it. fuck, she was barely able to even fight because of the injuries that she had. stupid santa barbara. stupid revenge mission. she never should have went through with it. she should have stayed with dina.

she doesn’t even know what happens next. she just feels the warmth of the sea cover her face and she slips out of consciousness, letting the darkness overtake her vision. she had nothing left. she didn’t want to die. but maybe this was the way it had to go— maybe this was fate’s decision.

she wakes up, head resting against a log, jacket shoved under her head to try and keep her as comfortable as possible, but she can feel the zip against the side of her head and it doesn’t really help her in the slightest. she’s still covered in blood, but thick bandages cover her abdomen and over her hand, where she had lost those two fingers.

“you took a beating.” your voice is soft, your fingers covered in her blood— because it absolutely is her blood. you had managed to pull her under the shelter of a tree near by, which was extremely surprising, but the branches and leaves were thick enough to prevent rain from pouring through.

“what the fuck did you do to me?” ellie jumps to action, scrambling away from the makeshift pillow and shoving her hand into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out the switchblade she had pulled out many times the last couple of days. she flips it open, pointing it towards you, but you barely flinch.

“stay back.” ellie’s voice is raspy, proof of how she was still hurt— both physically and mentally. she’s not too sure why she’s thinking so badly of you all of a sudden, because you’re the one who’s bandaged her up. you’re the one who’s kept her safe from infected and rattlers.

“look— you’ve lost a lot of blood. please, let me help you. i haven’t done anything apart from patched you up. you don’t need to point that at me. i won’t hurt you.” but you raise your hands up in surrender anyway, not wanting her to freak out. you can’t really blame her, though. you’d be the same.

“don’t do anything— keep your fucking hands up or i’ll kill you—“ but the breaks in her voice are obvious. she doesn’t know you, sure, but she doesn’t want to kill you. however, she lets her arm fall, blade dropping to the floor. she’s exhausted. she obviously can’t do anything.

“sit back down.” you lower your hands, gesturing to the floor. it’s uncomfortable, muddy, a tiny bit wet, but at least it will give her a minute to pull herself together. and it’s better than nothing. “please. it’ll be better for you if you do.” you offer a small smile.

she hardly lets her eyes deter from your face, but she lets herself sit down on the floor, back resting against the log as she reaches out for her blade, before deciding to just let it go. she knows you wouldn’t be going through all this trouble of helping her if you were just going to kill her afterwards. supplies were scarce anyway.

“why are you helping me?” she breathes out, glancing at you for a moment as you crouch down in front of her. you don’t reach out, you don’t pull out a gun, you don’t try anything that’ll make her feel like she’s in danger. and she truly does appreciate that, even if she doesn’t show it.

“why wouldn’t i?” you simply respond, small smile appearing on your face as if you’re attempting to make her feel better. cheer her up. she’s not sure what it is you’re trying to do, but she wants you to do it more. it’s taking her mind off everything that’s happening at the moment. “can you pull your vest up a bit for me? i just want to make sure your wounds are healing up okay. you’ve been unconscious for… well… a while.”

she eyes you for a moment, before nodding, the tips of her fingers on her right hand pulling up the hem of her vest a little bit, revealing the blood that had seeped through the ivory bandages. she then glances down at it, and then at her other hand, as if she’s only just taking it in now.

“i’ll replace them for you, if you can just keep holding it up for me.” you glance at her and how her fingers held up her clothing, before pulling open the main part of your backpack and pulling out a roll of bandages, setting it down on the top of your bag.

you slowly tear off the medical tape that was holding the used ones together, pulling them away from her skin and placing them to the side for now, because there’s really nothing else you can do with them. you slowly move the new ones around her torso, being as gentle as you can.

she flinches, only slightly though, before gritting her teeth together and trying to keep her act together as you finish wrapping them around her body, before securing it with the medical tape once more. it’s tight, but not too tight to completely restrict her breathing or her blood flow or make her uncomfortable. and she appreciates it. because she knows you’re taking her feelings into consideration. she doesn’t know you. but she feels like she wants to know you.

“thank you.” she mutters, almost as if she’s reluctant to be showing gratitude but she knows she has to because you’re taking caring of her. what else would she have done if you weren’t here? her chances of death would have increased rapidly if you weren’t here. she didn’t have all of these bandages. she wouldn’t have been able to patch herself up.

the next couple of days are very slow, for her. you thought you’d be able to get her moving on the second day, but she required another day of rest and that was completely fine with you. you don’t have to be anywhere. she probably doesn’t have to. she has nobody back home anymore, so she doesn’t need to be in a hurry. that’s what she keeps telling herself so she feels like it’s okay to rest.

she’s up before you the next day, slowly shaking you awake. she knows you both should probably get moving, because staying in one place for a long time wouldn’t be the best and it’s much better to get moving as soon as she’s ready to— which is now.

“hey.” she whispers, her hand resting on your shoulder as she watches your eyes open in front of her. she’s gotten used to this all now. she’s gotten used to you. she’s friendly with you. she told you her name, you told her yours. you’ve made a fair friendship with one another. you’re able to trust each other now. even though it has only been a couple of days.

“hey, ellie.” you mumble, shuffling onto your back before pushing yourself up, pulling your hands up to your eyes to wipe them, obviously trying to get rid of the sleep from your eyes to feel more awake. you take a minute or so, blinking quite a lot before your eyes open properly, glancing her up and down. “hey, you’re up before me.” the smile appears on your face as soon as you say it.

“i’m ready to go when you are.” she offers a small smile, before watching you nod and push yourself up off the floor. you pull your jacket around yourself and then pull your backpack on, ellie doing the same to show she was okay with going.

you have no mode of transport. there’s no horse to hop on, no car that seems to be miraculously working after years of having no petrol or diesel. you have to walk. it’s a trek. of course it is. she still has injuries, even if she feels better. you still have to take it at a slow pace. you have to take breaks. but you are slowly making your way out of the town that you had found yourself in.

the conversation isn’t awkward in the slightest. sure, it’s pretty much just small talk at first, but it gets better and better and soon you are acting like you’ve been friends for years. you could easily be dina. but she was her girlfriend. not just her friend. is it possible ellie is already looking at you in a romantic sort of way? no. it’s not. that’s impossible.

“so, ellie…” you start, your boots hard against the rocks on the floor as you walk across the surface, glancing back at her for a moment. “you’re ages from this ‘jackson’ place, from what you’ve told me. so… how come you’re in a place like this? it must have taken you months to get here.”

it’s a question she didn’t want to be asked. but she doesn’t really mind. she just won’t reveal the specific details of it all. you don’t need to know. and you don’t really pry, either. “i was trying to find someone. turns out it just wasn’t what i was expecting. and then i got fucked up.”

“must’ve been pretty important for you to travel so far.” you say, and she just lets out a short hum, before the two of you continue walking, in what seems to be the first awkward silence that you’ve actually had on your journey. you run a hand through your hair, glancing back at her, as if you were about to say something again, before continuing onwards. it’s not your business.

“you, uh, you got a family waiting for you?” what a stupid question for her to ask. of course you don’t. or maybe you don’t like seeing them. why else would you be willing to walk her all the way back home? why would you be willing to stay with her this entire time?

you don’t seem too bothered by it, though. which she’s glad about. she thought for a second that she had been a little too pushy. and that’s something you both have been really good at not doing. “uh, no.” you let a short laugh escape your lips, even if it does sound a little nervous. “they’re all either… y’know. infected or dead.”

she takes a moment to respond, her teeth pulling on her lower lip and biting at the flesh— one of her many nervous habits. “sorry. i shouldn’t have asked, i—“ she cuts herself off though, running a hand through her hair as she looks at you. “why don’t you stay in jackson with me when we get there? i’m sure you’d be let in if i explained what you’ve done to help me.”

“no, no, it’s fine.” you quickly say. but what are you saying that to? her stupid question from before or her invitation to stay with her? she’s not too sure what it is, because you don’t say anything else after that, and that silence lasts for ages.

you two stop when it gets dark, finding a motel that seemed fairly clear of spores, which meant there would be no infected. or, at least, not very severely infected people. just to be sure, though, you board off the windows in the room and shove a chair in front of the door. it’s the best room you could find, since everything seems intact.

there’s two beds, so you take the one near the window and ellie takes the one near the door, not too bothered about taking your shoes off or anything and just falling into the covers, letting yourself fall into a sleep that you really needed.

you’re shook awake by ellie, which seems to be a regular occurrence now. you don’t know what time it is, but you don’t feel like you’ve gotten enough sleep for it to be the morning, and your thoughts are confirmed when she actually says something. “can i sleep with you? for a bit?” she mumbles.

you stare at her for a moment. you don’t ask why. you don’t need to ask why. but you don’t refuse. instead, you pull the covers back and let her get into the bed with you, feeling the duvet move slightly as she pulls it further over herself and lets her head rest against the pillow.

when she wakes up in the morning, you’re not there. your backpack is still at the foot of the bed, so you mustn’t have gone far, but she genuinely feels scared that you’ve gone. you’re her guardian angel at the moment— her protector. you’re her friend. you can’t have just left her.

she does feel genuine fear, though, when she hears you scream. well, it has to be you. it can’t be anyone else, not really. she’s as fast as she can be, grabbing her gun from the bedside table and rushing out of the motel room.

you’re not far from there, because you’re on the ground, and there’s a scavenger with a knife hovering over you, your nose bloody and quite obviously broken as you squirm around on the floor, attempting to reach for your weapon, which is quite far from you.

she does the first thing she thinks of: shooting the scavenger right in the head and watching as your attacker fell away from you, and onto the floor. you scramble up onto your feet, taking in the gaping hole that had settled right between their eyes.

“shit— are you okay?” she rushes over to you, despite her own healing injuries, glancing you up and down as she crouches in front of you, taking in the state of your face. “the fuck were you thinking? you can’t just— disappear!”

“i was trying to find supplies but— fuck. i just stopped being aware of everything.” it’s the only thing you can mutter out. she runs her hands down your arms, her thumbs rubbing at your sleeves before she pulls you up onto your feet. it’s just your nose that’s truly fucked up. the rest of you is fine— and she has to keep telling herself that.

she just shot someone with no hesitation for you. this is another level— this is more than trust. she truly does find herself wanting to protect you now, in the same way you want to protect her.

the rest of your journey is one where you stick close to each other. you don’t want to leave each other. you gather supplies together. you make sure that each other is okay because you both truly do care about each other now.

but then comes the worst moment. the end of it.

“so— this is it, huh?” she stands in front of you, in front of the gates of jackson, her fingers fidgeting with one another as she looks down at her hands, adjusting her weight onto her other foot before she glances back at you. “well— thanks for— y’know. getting me back here.”

“i told you i’d be back.” the corner of your lips turns up ever so slightly, before dropping back down again, as if you’re plastering it onto your face but not necessarily wanting to keep it there. “i just have to… deal with some stuff. but i’ll be back. i promise you, ellie. and i don’t break my promises.”

“yeah. yeah— i guess.” she whispers, looking down at the floor for a moment before her eyes meet yours once more, and she takes a step forward, as if she’s about to make the move that she’s wanted to the entire time. but instead of following through with the thing she mostly wanted to do, she decides to just wrap her arms around you, burying her face in the crook of your neck.

you respond the same way, wrapping your arms around her and gently rubbing her back with the palm of your right hand, before pulling yourself away from her and stepping back. “i’ll try my best to not be long, yeah? and then we can— and then we can properly start whatever this is.”

your smile sticks in her mind. it’s the last one you give her before you turn and walk away. she watches your stride. the way you walk. she watches you walk away from her. and she would do anything to grab your hand, tell you that you can do this together, that you need to do this together.

but she’s a coward. she’s a coward in the same way she didn’t kiss you. she can’t run to you and beg for you to stay.

so she leaves you. she lets you go.

she doesn’t know if you’re ever going to come back.

[lover-of-mine]

Hiiii Anna 💕💕💕

What an episode!

I wanted to talk with you about the symbolism of Eddie driving the car and not Buck and what it might represent for their relationship. Have we ever seen Eddie driving Buck (aside from the ambulance during the lightning arc) or has it always been Buck driving Eddie?

The way I interpret this is The person driving represents them being in control, more sure of themselves in the relationship.

Eddie was driving not Buck. We see Eddie looking fondly at Buck when he leaves and also the way Eddie handled the conversation with Buck in the car. Eddie also reaffirmed Bucks place in his life for him and even called their relationship“this thing we have going on between us”

Could Eddie in the drivers seat represent him feeling more confident in his feelings than Buck? Whereas Buck is just starting to make sense of them? Representing them being at different points in their feelings journey?

It’s just so interesting to me because Buck has usually been the one in the drivers seat, the one to “lead” in a relationship per say or make grand gestures. Meanwhile Eddie is taking on this role of sorts here, being more collected than Buck

Hopefully that makes sense, what are your thoughts? :)

-❤️🪐

Hi darling!

Okay, the whole Buck always driving Eddie is an exaggeration created by the fandom because we see Eddie coming out of the passenger seat of the Jeep on 412 and I'm pretty sure that's it. It's a fandom thing, we don't see them in cars together for us to be like "oh Buck's the one who's always driving" we don't know that we assumed it, passenger princess Eddie is 100% a fanon thing.

That being said, I think it's very important that Eddie is the one driving Buck in that moment because of the context of the scene because Eddie driving gives Buck the chance to panic. Buck needs the safety to panic, his sister is missing he needs the the ability to not focus on the road he needs to be just able to fall apart in the passenger seat and that is what letting Eddie drive accomplishes. Buck's allowed to have his little crashout about everything that's happening because Eddie is giving him that space.

And you know that I will always be a defender of the idea that Eddie's a lot more aware in his own feelings for Buck than Buck is on his feelings for Eddie because Eddie knows how important he is to Buck, he questions it sometimes, like on 809 but he is always put in a situation where he gets the confirmation that yes he's not overestimating their relationship. He knows he matters to buck and that moment in the car is also about Eddie feeling the confidence to admit that he's also not happy with the move, that moving is not something that he's doing lightly. He keeps glancing at Buck as Buck talks and he's letting Buck get it all out but he stops looking at him and he looks conflicted when he finally admits that it's not nothing. Eddie's driving the car in this sense is also a lot about the way that Buck needs the space to fall apart to reach a point where he's secure enough in his relationship with Eddie, in his own feelings for him to do something and he's waiting for a Buck to work it out because as long as Buck doesn't work it out, Eddie can't look at it either.

It's also part of the why I am assuming that Buck is going to spiral into his feelings and Eddie's is going to settle into them. Buck going to hit denial hard and Eddie driving allows him this feeling and gives him the space to panic.

Buck does the grand gestures, yeah, and he controls changes in the relationships, but people always clue Buck in into what he's supposed to be feeling, I think the thing here is Eddie letting Buck feel whatever he needs to feel to settle.

[frownyalfred]

I think another reason it's insane and out of line for people to leave reviews in bookmarks (outside of the more important and already addressed; fanfic isn't the fucking place for that, it's a gift that the author does not need to share and the reader is not paying for it) is that a lot of people just aren't good at it, as evidenced by a lot of Goodreads reviews.

Goodreads is the exact intended place for reviews of books, and I've seen someone give a low review for a book because it has a sexual assault scene, /while acknowledging that the scene was warned for in the trigger warnings./

And another low review for a different /standalone/ book because it was 'wrapped up too neatly'. Said reviewer also said that nothing happened in the book despite the main character having to deal with two separate coup attempts

Like with the recent reviewer, Buddy you didn't even have the sunk cost fallacy motive of having bought the book, if you read 130k of something you're not enjoying, that's a fault with you the reader, not the work itself

Yeah! Exactly. And I don’t want to play defensive author here (lol I was last night ah well) but their review basically boiled down to 1) they didn’t like things about the a/b/o universe that were warned and tagged 2) they didn’t think Lex being broken out of prison made sense (it did? there were multiple explanations?) and 3) they thought every sex scene was the same (sure, I guess? a/b/o sex is fairly prescriptive)

So what that review tells me is they have poor reading comprehension AND no manners. And they’re into masochism because reading 130k of something they hate really doesn’t make sense otherwise.

[canonizzyhours]

there are several people who argued during the s1 hiatus that izzy was ed's abuser. (often this came from the same people who correctly called that izzy was being paralleled to ed's dad.) this caused a lot of outrage from the canyon. personally, i thought the people who said that raised some interesting points, but despite that i didn't quite agree with them. there were two big reasons i wasn't quite willing to apply the word "abuse" to the way izzy treated ed in s1:

1. like some earlier posts here (shoutout to canonizzyhours #128, an all time fave of mine) pointed out, the reason it's useful to talk about "abuse" as distinct from "harm" or "violence" or "cruelty" or "threats" is that abuse is a long-term pattern of behavior, one centered on exerting control over the other person. the way izzy talked to ed in the namby-pamby scene was definitely vicious enough and targeted enough to call it verbal/emotional violence (as well as a clear direct threat of physical violence), and it would be fair to call it abusive if it were part of a long-term pattern. but there was no reason to think it was! in s1 it seemed to me like izzy's behavior was all a reaction to the specific events of that season and that izzy had almost certainly never spoken to ed like that before, or tried to control ed's decisions about his own life the way he does in s1.

2 "abuse" just seemed to me like a weird framework to apply to the relationship between an internationally wanted crime boss and his treacherous henchman. a certain amount of manipulation and betrayal and violence is baked into the genre when you're talking about organized crime fiction. the "jilted wife" stuff was obviously an "it's funny that izzy acts like a jilted wife because of how that's his boss not his husband" thing, ed and izzy weren't actually married or in any sort of romantic or sexual relationship. they're co-workers, not family. so their relationship was obviously very unhealthy but it struck me as kind of an exaggeration to frame it like domestic abuse.

then we got s2 and to my surprise two very specific things happened:

1. we were told very directly, very explicitly, in izzy's own words that the namby-pamby scene was not a single anomalous event but the culmination of a long-term pattern in which he had been trying to exert control over the way ed lived his life for years, for izzy's own personal benefit.

2. we are also told explicitly in the same scene that ed viewed izzy on some level as family, and the entire season repeatedly reinforced this by foregrounding ed's daddy issues and framing izzy as a father figure to him. the pop-pop scene in particular made it undeniable that the father figure stuff was specifically about the ways ed was abused by his father and the ways his relationship with izzy was echoing that.

so now i'll still see discourse where some people are outraged about the idea that izzy is ed's abuser and like - i'm sorry i wanted to agree with you! i used to agree with you! and then s2 came out and directly surgically removed every single reason i had for agreeing with that! the only way to argue at this point that the narrative of ofmd does not frame izzy as ed's abuser is to completely ignore all the dialogue in his deathbed scene plus all the pop-pop stuff. it's what it was all leading up to!

#482.

related posts: #128

[goreandbunnies]

⛧☾༒︎ 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ༒︎☽⛧

Sukuna x Reader, Toji x Reader

Summary ๋࣭ ⭑⚝"Almost six months after meeting him, I had finally managed to escape. At least that's what I thought, hidden in that alley, holding my breath and waiting for the search party to get further away from my spot. But this city was his, he had eyes everywhere. I needed to leave as far away as I could."

Warnings ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Explicit language, sexual explicit scenes, sexual assault, drugs and alcohol, explicit violent scenes, gun violence, emotional and physical manipulation, dub-con, mentions of cults, blood and blood play, knife play.

Word count ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 38k (in progress)

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more & @cafekitsune

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱��𝔯 6

Toji disappeared right after that, I didn’t even see him leave the library at all. I spent the rest of the afternoon trying not to think about what had happened but something didn’t sit right with me. I felt bad for him. I felt bad for judging him without knowing his story, no matter how psychotic Sukuna was, he obviously meant a lot to Toji and I had no right to judge.

I finished my shift feeling like crap, locking up the library and walking back home alone with my thoughts. When I approached my block, I had come to the conclusion that I was a judgmental bitch, and that maybe they weren’t so bad after all. Maybe they acted like that out of habit, maybe they’d grown up with this kind of behavior and as grown men, they still thought this was the right thing to do.

I was fooling myself.

A few minutes later, I walked inside the building and headed for the elevator that led to my floor, eager to get inside my apartment and run myself a bath to try and take my mind off things.

However, the second I stepped in, I noticed that something was off. The light in my bedroom was on and I knew for sure I didn’t leave it on before going to work. My brain was going a million miles an hour. What if Brad was coming over to get what he always wanted? He knew where I lived, he had the means to get in and not make it look like breaking and entering.

Quietly, I grabbed my phone and pulled up Sukuna’s number. If Brad was inside, my best shot was calling the psychopath that seemed to have a thing for me.

My life had taken an interesting turn.

Phone in hand, I silently headed down the corridor, pressing on the ‘call’ button to make sure everything would be recorded. My apartment was deadly quiet. I barely dared to breathe as I walked up to my bedroom, the only sound being my heart beating like a drum in my chest.

My survival instincts were on edge, even though I didn’t know how to fight or even disarm someone. But I knew my home and hoped I’d have the time to run to the kitchen to grab a knife. Maybe I was being paranoid for nothing and forgot to turn off the light in the morning.

As I stepped into the light, I realized that my bedroom was empty. My bed was made the way I had done it in the morning, some of my clothes from the day before were still messily piled up on a chair, the clutter on my nightstand - still intact.

Everything was perfectly intact as I walked in, closer to my bed, only to notice the two AirTags resting on my pillow a second too late.

A hand slapped over my mouth and an arm sneaked around my waist, keeping me tightly pressed against a strong chest as I fought back to escape the iron grip. My phone flew onto the bed, displaying Sukuna’s phone number. My attacker suddenly stopped and nested his face in my neck, chuckling with a deep voice straight from hell.

“Were you calling me cause you got scared?” Sukuna purred, his nose tracing a line from my neck up to my ear. “You thought I’d come here and save you? Aw, see, you’re already warming up to me.”

With his hand covering my mouth and his arm around me, I couldn’t speak or move. Which was probably exactly what he wanted. This wasn’t about me. This was never about anyone but him. I tried talking behind his hand but all we could hear was muffled gibberish.

“No, don’t ruin our moment with your sassy mouth,” he pleaded, almost begging before burying his face to the side of my neck again. “I assume that’s what happened to Toji, am I right?” He asked, his lips brushing the bare skin at the base of my neck. I shivered and frowned at him. “He’s been beating the ever living daylights out of a punching bag since he got home.”

This wasn’t my problem, I thought. No matter how guilty I felt, his wounded little ego wasn’t something that should’ve affected me. Sukuna’s fingers slid my sleeve to the side, exposing my shoulder. His teeth grazed my skin ever so slightly, causing me to tremble in his arms. My nails scratched his forearm in frustration.

“Keep doing that, Ellie,” he chuckled again against my over sensitive skin. “Give me a reason to throw you on that bed and take what I want from you,” his tone was nothing but a warning disguised as a sweet promise.

Immediately, I let go of his arm and raised both hands, however, I was hoping he didn’t feel the growing warmth in my cheeks under his long fingers. I hated that he made me feel this way but right then, right there, I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Pressed against him, I realised that I was physically attracted to him.

My body reacted to his teasing through all the fights I put up. I didn’t like the psycho, but he was skilled at pushing my buttons and figuring out my weaknesses.

Deep in my brain, that realisation was a seed that he had planted, something that was growing into feelings I wouldn’t admit just yet. Feelings like the safety I was seeking earlier when I thought Brad had broken in, how his and Toji’s sudden break into my life had made it ten times more enjoyable.

His hand glided down my face and he nested it around my neck, gently, caressing my throat with his thumb.

“The only thing you’re getting from me is a date to Amy’s wedding,” I said, a little more out of breath than I thought. He grinned against my cheek before placing a chaste kiss on it.

“Keep fighting it,” he whispered, his lips still on my cheek. “I’m a very patient man and you make a deeply exciting game out of the chase, Ellie,” my name rolled off his tongue in a sinful way.

“Don’t call me that,” I spat as he finally let go of me. I stepped away from him, seeing him entirely at last.

He was dressed so casually it almost felt odd to me. Plain black t-shirt, dark jeans and yet it was almost obscene on him. No one should’ve been allowed to be that good looking naturally.

He let me look at him - the pretentious fucker - before pointing at the bed. I frowned, thinking that he was ordering me to get to bed, or worse, to get in bed with him.

“The AirTags, silly girl,” he purred. “They’re not just for tracking you. They also allow you to be safe. We have eyes on Brad, he’s not gonna come near you. That’s why you need to keep them with you.”

I listened, confused as to how that new information made me feel. But I had gone through enough emotions for the day - I needed some rest. I sat on the bed and removed my glasses.

“Can you lock the door on your way out?” I simply asked, tired and sleepy as I unbuttoned my shirt. After a moment, he eventually walked over and placed another kiss - on my forehead this time.

“Good night, Ellie,” he softly said before walking out of my bedroom. Fifteen seconds later, the front door’s lock clicked.

“Good night, Kuna,” I replied quietly.

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[purpledaisiesthings]

Damn, episode 10 was heavy.

We finally get somewhat of the full picture of what's been happening with Robby and Collins but that ambulance scene was so emotional for me😭

I love that they had that moment outside of the hospital, away from the noise and was just them. It made it a lot more meaningful. It almost seemed like in that moment, they were not thinking about the chaos going on inside. They were not in any hurry to return, just sitting down together being vulnerable. This is probably the only time I think we've seen Robby "relaxed" and not necessarily on edge or getting interrupted with hospital work.

It's clear there's still a bond between them.

One of the things that's been a theme with them is how they've been checking in on each other, even when they're having their "lovers spat." In Robby's case, he always tries to shield/protect Collins. The two occasions that stand out to me both involve pregnant women. First, with the teenage abortion case with the falsified pregnancy examination, where he stood in her place to cover her from any scrutiny. Second was this episode with the woman in labor, where even though she initially declined his help to take over the delivery, he was still there for her.

What can I say....they love each other 🥹

[arcaneconfessions]

An interpretation I see a lot is that Vi in that final scene thinks that Jinx is definitely dead, and Cait - who suspects that she isn't - is choosing to keep that information from Vi so that she can move on and like... I'm sorry, but none of that makes any sense to me on literally any level. Firstly, if Vi thought Jinx was dead and specifically that she died because of Vi, it would Eat Her Alive. There is no way in HELL that that would be in any way a positive ending for her or allow her to "move on". The one thing, the ONE THING that has motivated her and kept her going for most of her life was protecting her little sister. An ending where she thinks she's failed at that because she broke down at the wrong moment? Horrible. Just about the cruelest thing they possibly could've pulled. She wouldn't be sat there casually swirling whiskey in a glass, she would be blackout drunk in a ditch trying to passively kill herself. Secondly, the fact that Cait in this scenario would know about Jinx's survival and choose not to tell Vi so that she won't go running after her just, like, completely undoes a pretty major part of her character development, which was her understanding that letting Vi free Jinx might very well result in Vi ditching her to run off with her sister, and then fully choosing to put that choice in Vi's hands anyway. Her then going on to purposefully keep crucial information from Vi to prevent Vi from "choosing wrong" - because she suddenly thinks she knows what the right choice for Vi is better than Vi does? - would be a huuuuuge step back, both in terms of Cait's characterization and in terms of their relationship. Thankfully, I really don't think that's actually what's happening??? Like, at all??? Vi absolutely would've gone to search for her sister's body and not found it, so there's no way she doesn't suspect that Jinx escaped too. More than likely, she's the one who asked Cait to look into it in the first place. And Cait's making no effort to hide what she's doing from Vi, given that Vi's literally in the same room the whole time. Looking at it this way, the ending becomes a lot more hopeful (both for Vi individually and for her and Cait's relationship, since Vi doesn't have the death of another family member on her already overburdened conscience, and Cait isn't going behind Vi's back and trying to control her choices), and also shows how Vi has grown. In that final scene she's still clearly Going Through It, but she's not desperate to run after Jinx anymore. She's accepted Jinx's decision to make a clean break and chosen to let her go. She understands that Jinx doesn't need her to protect her anymore like she used to, and maybe that's okay - maybe she can do what Jinx told her to and choose her own happiness instead. Boom, immediately a way better ending in every way, and there's really no reason to assume this wasn't the intention. The only reason they don't show Vi and Cait explicitly discussing Jinx's survival is because it's supposed to be kind of subtle that she survived, not because you're meant to infer that Vi is being deliberately kept in the dark for some reason.

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[burymeinmelodies]

Just finished Gideon.

Pool scene?? I vaguely remember someone talking about the pool scene and in my foolishness I had thought of the Zeffirelli Romeo and Juliet pool scene but uh. that was not in fact the vibe. Good lord though what an interaction. Had to take a break to process after that

(now that I am thinking more about it that scene might have been from a different Romeo and Juliet -- don't worry about it)

Lol so a lot of people died just now.. but much like Abigail and Magnus I don't believe it! There's so much more character potential there -- Coronabeth, Camilla and Palamedes, hell even Silas, though I kinda hate him

Now while I'm somewhat upset by Gideon's absorption and would not be at all displeased to see her returned to her body, there's potential there for like. Harrow hates herself right, but now Gideon, who despite everything does NOT hate her, is in her body. And maybe their attitudes start to blend a little bit and Harrow is dragged kicking and screaming into feeling more positive

I don't really think that's gonna happen though, these bitches are not heading in the direction of therapy

Again. pool scene.

This was much earlier but Jeannemary going 'this is gonna be a weird question' and then asking Gideon how big her biceps are had me cackling. And Gideon fucking loved that?? She's got her point of pride and is not trying to hide it. What a butch role model

Because then also Jeannemary went over to Isaac like goddammit why aren't MY biceps as big as HERS and Isaac is just like bestie chill your biceps are fine

I don't quite have coherent Harrow Thoughts yet but fuck I love her

Lowkey obsessed with the dialogue in this book

K that's enough. I'll run to the library tomorrow to return my very overdue copy and hopefully pick up Harrow, and if I have to put her on hold I will cry and writhe but I will be very nice about it because that just means someone else is also having a Harrow-ing experience this week.

I've seen so much locked tomb content on here but thankfully the books (or at least the way the fandom discusses them) are so indecipherable that I have managed to avoid spoilers. What's a lyctor? No idea. I think harrowhark is a ship name but do I know what characters? nope.

But I'm gonna start reading them. Right now. And I might post about it so.. fair warning?

[fancyfeathers]

Comment from @veil123 on this post

Now that I think about it, what would happen when they find them? I mean, by law, they're going to find them. I doubt they'd stay put, seeing that their children aren't there. Those children on the run must be in another country, stuck acting like heroes in those countries. I say that's how they'll be discovered and the chase begins.

I think Diana's son would be like Batman when Batman's daughter isn't around. Superman's daughter would be like the strength of the group. Zatara's son would be the one who gets them out of trouble. Hal's twins must be one fighting and the other controlling everything from a small room. Flash's daughter must be the speedster who takes them all to the location and analyzes the situation. And Arthur's son must be the one who helps with fires and fighting.

That's how I imagine them as a group.

Yandere!Justice League with their darling!children AU

For reference this series is set in the universe of the Young Justice show

A/N- This comment was so good I had to respond to it in a post

Since the Justice League in Young Justice is more of an international organization, they don’t stay in a spot for too long, at least the powerless ones. But the incident that goes viral that alerts the Justice League is when Superman’s daughter was found stoping a derailed train and then leaving the scene after helping civilians with who appeared to be Diana’s son, the internet calling her the Supergirl since her powers were the same as Superman. After that the Justice League realizes what happens and it is not only them who are looking for their kids but also the Young Justice team. Then not to mention if The Light found out about this little gang of runaway superheroes, just imagine what would happen to them.

No but this is pretty accurate, like Diana’s son and Bruce’s daughter are definitely the leaders of the group (I think the hero name for Diana’s son would be named after one of the Greek heroes or maybe called Huntian which is old English for hunter because I think while he is adopted and has never been to Themyscira, I think he definitely a follower of the Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt). So him and Songbird (Bruce’s daughter) are the ones mainly calling the shots, Diana’s son because he is a natural born leader, and Bruce’s daughter because she due to her time in Gotham she made a lot of wealthy friends who sponsor them and act as connections for their team. Also it helps that Diana’s son was a law student and knows loopholes in the system if need be and the need will come for that knowledge. They two of them have been on their own the longest, Diana’s son was off at college when Bruce’s daughter recruited him and they are the ones who know the most about how the real world functions (outside of Zatara’s son, but more about him later), everyone else was somewhat sheltered growing up.

Superman’s daughter (and obviously her hero name is gonna be Supergirl, the public probably named her that after she got spotted for the first time, stopping a derailed train, doesn’t matter if she doesn’t want to be named after her dad because of her powers, that’s her name now), she definitely like the muscle of the team, even with her powers just coming through after she left home. It’s rough for her, learning how to control her kryptonian powers all on her own, well almost on her own, Bruce’s daughter knows enough about kryptonians that she is able to help enough that she isn’t terrified of something going wrong every second. Like the idea of idea of her pulling up when the Young Justice team is handling something and like she saved them from being crushed by rubble and if it’s during season one, Connor is just confused of who she is, especially if she is wearing the symbol of the house of El, after season one when Connor is closer to Clark he finally figures out who she is and whenever they encounter her on the field he always tries to talk to her before she flies away, it never works though.

Then Giovanni Zatara’s son, Zatanna’s brother, is definitely the mom of the team (I think Hex, like inspired by the Hex girls cause I imagining him with an edger style, or Crimson Phantom or Scarlet Angel, if we are going classier and it’s a nice reference to two of his inspirations, the Scarlet Witch and the Phantom of the Opera). He definitely had a stable childhood growing up, but when his father put on the helm of fate to save Zatanna and he found out the truth about his father’s relationship with his mother, he left home, he was a legal adult, no one was stopping him yet. He knows teleportation spells along with spells he definitely should not know, but he taught himself dangerous spells just in case something went wrong on a mission and they need to play him as the ace up their sleeve. I love the idea of him having potentially destructive magic that he can’t always control when he is emotional and that’s why the Justice League has red flagged him, he is potential danger to the world and himself. Also you know that one scene when Doctor Fate gets protective over Zatanna when they are talking about her joining the team, take that to eleven with Zatanna’s brother, not only is Doctor Fate’s host body the father of the boy, he is also a potential source of chaos if he doesn’t learn how to control his powers or not use them at all.

I was literally just thinking about Hal’s twins, like I love the idea of one of them potentially becoming a Blue Lantern or a Star Sapphire, his daughter most likely. Like I love imagining her like saving like an astronaut when something went wrong with their rocket and she is making sure they’re okay, when the other two Justice League members who could have helped, Hal Jordan and John Stewart arrive on the scene and she turns around to leave and just sees them standing there and she is either screwed or she has to make really good break for it. She also definitely messes with her brother like…

“Did you get a lantern ring? No, that’s what I thought.”

“…I’m going to kill you one day.”

“With what powers?”

Hal’s son on the other hand would definitely be the type to take up a role like Barbara Gordon being Oracle, like him using a name like Codex or Firewall, absolute tech savvy. Like he is the one running the communications, so like say if one of them got caught, he would be the one to alert all the others and shut down the communications and any tracking devices the captured person may have on them so the Justice League can’t trace it back to any of the others, even if it’s own sister who got caught, he promised he’d do what’s necessary. Also just imagine like all these heroes in suits and meanwhile he’s just in like a hoodie and jeans. Also Hal’s son is definitely the one everyone comes to when they need a mechanic of any kind, he can fix a motorcycle in a cinch or repair a computer with a virus on it.

Flash’s daughter is literally the definition of a Gen Z (definitely see her using the name Blitz as her hero name), she is a little agent of chaos on their little of team. Like she gets the idea of adding rollerblades to her suit cause like what if she could go extra fast, at first it’s a joke but then she gets dared to actually do it and it takes weeks and lots of speed healed broken legs, but eventually she manages to add them and more importantly Superman’s daughter owes her twenty bucks. Then there is the fact that she is the biggest risk taker in the group, like by that I mean she will be getting civilians out of buildings until the last minute, and by the last minute I mean until someone from the Justice League arrives and then she is out of there. I also love the idea of when Bart Allen gets sent to the past, he gets all excited when he meets her because she is technically his aunt in the future and he tries to spend time with her only for her to push him away.

Then there is lastly Aquaman’s son, he is a little nervous about everything. All his life he was struggling living in Atlantis since he is mostly human after all, a human mother and a half Atlantean father. So when he goes to the surface, he has no idea what to do until Bruce’s daughter finds him and recruits him (when he joins the team he takes the name Pisces as his hero name). He is the baby of their group, literally and metaphorically, they all teach him how to blend in with the surface world, changing his Atlantean name to a more human one. Despite taking on a more human identity, he is still able to somewhat breathe underwater and use the abilities and powers he learned while living in Atlantis, the Hydrokinesis based powers that are similar to what Aqualad, Kaldur'ahm, uses in combat. Though he is more on damage control, using his powers to get civilians out of the way and even go on rescue missions into ocean waters to rescue people out on the water. He definitely has an interesting relationship with the Young Justice team, while they are supposed to turn in anyone who is on this team to the League, but Kaldur'ahm can’t hurt Aquaman’s son, he is still the Prince of Atlantis despite leaving him behind.

Then while I only mentions her in the extra notes of my original posts, Martian Manhunter’s adoptive daughter has telepathic abilities like him and was taken in by him and his darling when her birth parents didn’t want her anymore because her abilities could be dangerous. Despite her mental abilities being practically the same as Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian, her physical capabilities are not, I imagine that she is physically disabled (she was inspired by Charles Xavier). Her adoptive father is the protective kind, so she didn’t have much of a social life as a kid until she was visited by Bruce’s daughter and recruited into her team and it is almost funny for Martian Manhunter return home and find his daughter missing. She is similar to her inspiration of Professor X, as she is mentor of the team in a way, a strategist and a researcher for their missions, including mental interrogations. By far she would be the most difficult to find since she is stationary for the most part unless they need her active on the field. Now I don’t know is she would have a name for her hero identity like the rest of their group but maybe for fieldwork she would use the name of Mindweaver or Dreamcatcher.