#I'm glad they're not covering him up for this. He deserves to be seen

[chocmoon-latte]

Oh sweet they're adding Maximus, Lucy, Cooper and CX404 to the Wasteland Warfare miniatures

[ddejavvu]

heyy!!! saw u were looking for outsiders requests and lemme say, MY OBSESSION WHEN I WAS YOUNGER WAS INSANEEEE!! so u get me??

anyways, what abt a cutie lil fluff drabble where dally is mean to everyone but reader and is super protective over them? and maybe like the other guys make fun of his soft spot for r?

anywhore love ur writing cutie!

send me requests for the outsiders!

i'm so glad you get me <33 everyone in my class made fun of me for how much i liked the book but also i kind of deserved it because i was loud and proud about it. i can barely call it bullying because i totally asked for it

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You've never been naive about Dallas's reputation: his name's always the first people spit out when something suspect happens in town. But you'd never seen him get quite so worked up before- not the way he does when Two-Bit gets a little too extravagant with his gestures mid-anecdote and sends beer flying out of the neck of his bottle dangerously close to your cream-colored cardigan.

"Hey, hey- hey!" You barely register Dally's sudden snarl before a hand locks painfully tight around your arm, yanking you sideways and out of the line of fire. You gasp, more from the shock than from the spill, but Dally's hand is gone before it can do any damage and you're left to rock slightly on your feet from the momentum.

"Damn drunk, throwin' your beer around like that." Dally sneers, "Jesus, man, can't you just sit still for once? Gotta wave your damn hands around, makin' stupid jokes- you almost flung it on her-" He swivels to face you, "-on her pretty sweater." Dallas lets the words fall off of his tongue like he knows they're ridiculous coming from him. They're clipped, staccato sounds as he brushes a stray piece of fuzz from the shoulder of your clean cardigan.

"Damn, Dal," Two-Bit whistles, "Sor-ry. Y/N, your sweater okay?"

"It's fine." You pipe up quickly, your voice sweet to both placate your simmering boyfriend and make up for the harshness of his words, "Really, none got on my sweater. Nothing got on me at all."

"Just cool it, Dal." Darry watches with a guarded expression where he's perched at the table, and you're sure if it had been anyone else in the town, Dallas would have turned on his heel and shown him how cool the edge of a blade could be. But instead Dallas merely scoffs, muscling you over a few more steps away from Two-Bit with the sharp point of his shoulder and guiding you to sit on the corner of the couch.

"'Thing was probably stupid money." Dallas looks sideways and down at your sweater with faux-distaste, like he hadn't just been defending its honor with as much violence as he could get away with, "Soakin' it with beer would have killed you, huh?"

You could have washed it. Sure, it would have been unpleasant to sit in for the rest of the night, but the stain wouldn't have been permanent, and any lingering smell could have been covered up with perfume. But Dallas seems flighty, like an animal desperately trying to cover its exposed underbelly, and you lean against his shoulder instead of jabbing at his soft spots.

"Mhm. Thanks, Dallas." You hum, admiring the way your cream-colored cardigan wraps around the cool black leather of his jacket when you take his arm in your grip, "Glad you're here to watch out for me."

[foodtruckery]

Okay noncon thoughts about ford forcing himself onto fem!stan after the science fair incident, it isn't more so intentional but in an act of rage, it's rough and merciless, with hard thrusts. Fem! Stan initially attempts to fights it off at first but later just gives in it as it would be useless and she technically "deserves this" or whatever lie she makes up to comfort herself in the moment

Cue the post nut clarity hits and stanford is either a) deeply disgusted/horrified at himself and regrets it immensely, after all, no matter what- that's still his little sister or b) literally does not regret it at all and is finally glad he could be open about his desire for fem!stan

(Please ignore or delete this ask, if you aren't comfortable with noncon aaaa, I'm so sorry if this was unwanted)

hello anon! not uncomfortable with noncon, so no worries there, but i appreciate you checking! but! lol i will say that i do tend to be picky about the noncon stuff i consume and enjoy, and it's usually one of those things that has to be "right situation at the right time." and in typical me fashion, i uh. managed to talk my way into it! putting the rest of this rambling below a cut for anyone who is sensitive to this topic! <3

all of THAT being said, if we're looking at a scenario where we do get ford who kinda loses it, seeing red and wanting to put stan in her place, i think it's a lot more interesting if it's NOT the first time these feelings are out in the open. let's say, instead, that they've already crossed that line with each other. so at first, it isn't anything usual even. getting ford annoyed and riled up enough to want to be rougher than normal, pull out a little more of that possessive streak of his -- that's something stan's gotten good at. so that's what this must be, right? they're gonna fight about it and then they're gonna fuck about it, and then they're gonna get over it.

except ford is a lot angrier than usual. angrier than when she sneaks back in after curfew with with a new hickey and won't tell him who gave it to her, angrier than when she disappears halfway through a saturday shift in the shop and makes ford finish restocking by himself, angrier than the time ford had to come and pick her up from a bar she'd snuck into but got too drunk to make it home by herself -- angrier than she's ever actually seen him, maybe.

that's probably fine tho, right? she likes it when ford wants to manhandle her a bit, and when he gets worked up enough to growl the kinda lewd shit against her neck that's just a sexy cover for the fact that he gets jealous or worried. but he isn't saying anything now, actually, and it's kinda weird, the silence. they've stopped arguing and his hands are in all the places she usually likes, but the anxious anger from the fight isn't dissipating into lust and want like it usually does. ford isn't grinding his knuckles against her clit through her clothes and chewing on her ear in the way that that usually redirects all that energy into something to better spend it on. he's gripping too hard, being too pushy, and none of it actually feels good like it should. when she actually loses buttons off her goddamn shirt for how hard he tries to yank it open, she snaps at him, "jesus christ, stanford, at least try to be careful, will ya?"

and she's not at all prepared for how actually fucking angry and, worse, how cold he sounds when he responds. "like how you were careful with my project? shut the fuck up."

and suddenly this isn't about fucking it out, and it's not about letting off a little steam. and when when she goes to shove him, ford is. a lot heavier than she'd realized, actually. he doesn't rock easily back like she ususally does when she pushes him, and his grip is hard enough to bruise when he shoves her down. and it hadn't ever really occurred to stan before then that ford just...let her push him around when they were scuffling. that his time being forced into boxing lessons by their pa actually meant something on her scrawny nerd brother.

suddenly ford is threatening.

and suddenly she's afraid of him.

and stan is used to that feeling of fight or flight surging through her. usually through a her fist into some loser's face. but she's not at all used to feeling that way with ford. especially not like this, underneath him. and he's suddenly heavy and huge in ways that had always been nice and good. but they're not anymore, and it's the first time stan has ever felt the rush of fight or flight and just....frozen instead.

he doesn't even take her panties off, just yanks them to the side. and she knows she's liked that before, found it really hot even, but now all she can feel is how hard the material is cutting into her hips and thighs and how wet she isn't. and some of the fight does kick in, finally, when he pulls his dick out and she realizes, holy shit, she doesn't want this to happen. but he's already got her at a fucked up angle, crushed down against the mattress, out of reach of anything on the nightstand, the width of him pressing her thighs too far apart to get enough leverage to knee him as hard as she tries to.

that just makes him angrier, anyway, and she yelps when he grabs her by the thigh so hard she knows she's going to have six finger shaped bruises for days afterwards.

"shut up!" he hisses again, squeezing the already sore spots on her leg hard enough that she flinches and tries to jerk away, but the mattress doesn't give her any leeway -- it just dips and reshapes to support her exactly where she's at. "if anyone comes up here, i'll tell them you came on to me to try and make up for what you did. it is the least you could fucking do, after all."

and he's....right? she thinks? ford's the golden child, the eldest son, and she's always been too loud, too stupid, too shamelss, too fat, too her. they'd believe him. and maybe....maybe she does, too? this is how they've been handling all their fights, lately. most of them fights that she starts on purpose to get goad ford into fucking her. so....so maybe that is on her? for setting the precedent?

it all hurts, but maybe she deserves that, too.

there's a shitty little sketch of a sailboat on one of the wood slats holding ford's bed up above hers. it almost looks like it's the one moving.

after, ford climbs off of her, and the sailboat stops moving. she hears him cleaning himself up and getting changed, and she flinches when he climbs the ladder to his bed. but she doesn't peel herself off the sheets until she recognizes the slow, even cadence of his breaths from overhead that suggest he's fallen asleep.

it's probably the quietest she's ever moved around their room. usually, she doesn't care if ford hears her shuffling around. usually, she's hoping he'll notice.

now, she's careful not to make any noise at all. it's dark, which she appreciates when she's stripping out of her ruined shirt and stretched panties, but it means she doesn't know what she's grabbing to throw on instead. she doesn't really care as long as she's dressed again as quickly as possible, but she is grateful to find a sweater and jeans to pull on. nothing else she grabs out of the dresser gets a second glance, though. clothes just get pushed as quickly and as quietly as she can manage into the bottom of her bookbag, and she doesn't risk making additional noise by closing the drawers back up.

ford's bed squeaks, just once, when he shifts in his sleep, and stan nearly throws up on the carpet, gripping her bag so tightly it makes her hands hurt. the door is only a few steps away, but it feels like it takes forever to get there. the soft clicking of the handle have her heart in her throat, but ford doesn't move again, and the hall is silent when she slips out of his room. her shoes and her keys are downstairs, which is good, they'll be easy to grab. she wants desperately to shower. she wants to use all the hot water their ancient water heater can provide and then some. but she thinks that even if she could get it to spit out boiling water, it wouldn't be enough. she also thinks that if she goes into the hall bathroom now and closes the door, that she's going to fall apart, and she can't do that. not yet. instead, she sneaks downstairs the way she always has, skipping the creaky fourth step, dodging the table of tibetan singing bowls Ma uses for "ambiance." she doesn't even lace her shoes, just shoves her feet into the sneakers and grips her keys in a clenched fist to keep them from jangling. she feels the metal teeth digging into her palm and clenches harder. she doesn't breathe until she's behind the locked door of the El Diablo and three, going on four, five, six blocks up the street. she'll find a parking lot to pull into later, when she's out of town and can't keep the wheel straight anymore. she'll lose it there. she'll cry until she has to stumble out of the car and throw up, and she'll bloody her knuckles punching asphalt.

but for now she keeps a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel and drives and refuses to look when she passes the beach.

[heavenbarnes]

Run the pass

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x GN!Reader x Sydney Adamu

Warnings/Contains: reader is gender-neutral (no pronouns or descriptions of their genitals), swearing, allusions to alcohol, brief and non-descriptive mentions of vomiting, Claire exists, reader doesn't necessarily treat Syd the way she deserves, penetrative sex (with no mentions of protection), oral sex (reader and Syd receiving), coming inside, dirty talk.

Word Count: 7k

I have had this idea in my head for an AGE and I'm so glad I finally get to write it. In my head, the threesome didn't happen but I think it was a lovely addition. God, I just need these two like water.

This kitchen sounds like home.

Sure, there's a whirring noise coming from the walk in chiller. Sure, Richie is going waxing-lyrical at Fak over the score of some ball game. Sure, the grill spits like a dragon at the gates of doom.

But this kitchen sounds like home.

It's full of flavour, and friends, and- well, Carmy's in it.

You can only see the back of him, the white t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. You can see the backs of his arms moving as he plates the next meal. But it makes you smile, just inwardly, as you fold the mixture in the steel bowl in front of you.

When you look up again, Sydney's beside him. She's pushing another plate towards him and they're shoulder to shoulder. They work so perfectly in-sync that your smile widens.

Tina catches it, nudging you with her hip as she walks past you. "Wish somebody would look at me like that."

You just shake your head, putting it down to focus on your food in front of you as you keep working. By the time you pick your head back up, you see that Carmy's looking back at you over his shoulder.

Looking into Carmy's eyes is like staring into the sun, all consuming and a little blinding. If it'd been any different, you would've seen Sydney watching you over his other shoulder.

-

Carmy is a good boss, he's firm but fair. Firm but fair.

Working in his kitchen is one of the best gigs that ever fell in your lap. He wasn't even the one to hire you, go figure.

His brother, Michael, he hired you. You'd come in to put your name in the running for the kitchen-hand position they were advertising for. He saw something different.

That's how you ended up working the register.

Not exactly what you had in mind when you'd applied at the restaurant but, money is money and it was nearly impossible to find a job in this city. Also, Michael had told you that once folks walked past and saw you in the front window? Customers would come running.

You figured it wasn't worth the argument, and who knows? Maybe you could've impressed him enough to make your way into the kitchen.

Then things went and changed on you, Michael up and made his big decision and here you were on the register with his younger brother running the kitchen you so badly wanted to break into.

Carmy needed to find his feet in this place, understand how the sausage gets made. So you didn't fuss about your role, it was easier to let things lie as they were and maybe bring it up later on.

It wasn't even you that brought it up, it was Sydney.

"God knows we need more help in the kitchen but no, let's keep the register covered!" She threw up her hands with an exasperated groan.

Carmy's face scrunched in confusion, looking towards the wall as if he could somehow see through it and visualise you out the front.

He spoke your name like a question, one that Sydney was very quick to answer.

"Carmy, please tell me you're not serious?" She even laughed a little as she picked up the cloth on her shoulder and threw it at the man. "Have you two even spoken once?"

And then it was Carmy that finally brought it up with you, calling you into his office as he heard you getting ready to leave for the night.

You poked your head into the small room and smiled at him. "Yes, chef?"

He waved you in, turning his seat around till he was facing you. Carmy was hunched over, obviously tired with his elbows resting on his knees.

"Why didn't you tell me you graduated from Kendall?"

Your mouth suddenly felt dry, eyes going wide like you'd been caught out in some kind of lie. You hadn't really lied, had you? Just maybe not told him the whole truth.

"Well, I-uh-" You stuttered your way through, hoping he'd just give up and drop it.

Carmy was a surprisingly patient man.

Your voice could hardly be called more than a whisper as you spoke. "I told Michael."

Confusion was written on his face as his brow furrowed. "What?"

"He just thought I'd be better as front of house, thought maybe the customers would enjoy something nice to look at."

Carmy felt his eye twitch, his elbows nearly shattered his femurs as he his whole body went rigid. "Excuse me?"

He wasn't even sure why he'd asked that last part, it wasn't like he was listening. As you babbled away in the doorway, all Carmy could hear was the blood rushing in his ears.

Michael had said what? From the moment Carmy laid eyes on you he had wished nobody else could. He didn't want a single person to be able to look at you the way he did, he wanted you all to himself.

And his older brother was happy to let any of the bastards off the street look you up and down through the front window? He actually encouraged it?

Carmy stood up quickly, maybe too quickly, he felt like his head was spinning off his shoulders. As his heart nearly burst out his chest he realised what he needed. Keeping his head low, he turned to look at you and suddenly felt it.

The world slowed down a little bit, everything settled back nicely into place. You were smiling, albeit nervously, but you were there and you were smiling.

Carmy ran a large hand over his face as he spoke matter-of-factly.

"I want you in the kitchen starting tomorrow morning," His eyes locked onto yours. "Chef."

-

You didn't really remember where it started, well- you kind of did. You think it might've been a late night, both of you the last to leave the kitchen and you'd been talking each other's ears off like you usually do.

Carmy definitely made the first move, there was no doubt about it. You seemed to think he'd had your hips pinned to the edge of one of the stainless steel benches as he caught your lips with his own.

You'd felt the firm muscle of his neck beneath your hands as you cradled him like he was precious. Well, to you at least, he was precious.

It'd ended with him walking you to his office, making you kneel in his chair as he took you from behind. You remembered his hands closing over yours, where they gripped the back of the chair, fingers locking with yours.

You remember the flashes of his tattoos as he dropped one of his hands in front of you, sliding down your front to the centre of your thighs- how his hips didn't falter once as his stroked you to perfection.

Everything Carmy did was perfection.

His food made your eyes roll back in your head, his movements could make your mouth water, his words could have your whole body twitching,

In your eyes, Carmy was built on a pillar of perfection.

Not that he'd ever see it, anyways.

You'd both done your best to keep your private lives private, but this kitchen, this kitchen felt like family. It wasn't long before the glances between you both, the poorly timed arrivals and departures from the place began to add up.

Sydney was the first to notice, she didn't even say a word. She'd just seen the way you looked at him, how you'd light up when he praised your food, how your body reacted when he'd place a hand on your back to move behind.

Sydney was always observant when it came to you.

She didn't need to say anything, anyway. Tina coined on soon enough and then it was all over. Obviously, she told Richie, who told Fak, and the rest was history.

You and Carmy never confirmed or denied at work, but at least you didn't need to try and hide the way you felt about him. If they saw you kiss in the car before work, everyone just let it be (most of the time anyway, Jerimovich).

The confirmation never came because, well, you'd also never confirmed it just the both of you. He wasn't your boyfriend, there was no real label to what was happening.

You were two people who wanted everything to do with one another and very much enjoyed the other's company. That was simply that.

Any given night of the week, you could be found curled up on Carmy's chest either at his apartment or yours. Any of the other nights, you were probably underneath him or perched in his lap crying his name.

Neither of you felt the need to force a label on it.

-

By the time Claire showed up, things had become- different?

Carmy had been good about it, really good about it, he'd told you straight away that he'd seen her again and he had feelings for her. You'd both spoken at lengths over the dinner table about what this meant and the decision was mutual.

There was no label on it, he never belonged to you.

The rest of the family were harder to convince that this was for the best. Richie had actually walked out when you'd explained that you and Carmy had stopped 'seeing' each other.

Sydney couldn't deny she'd felt initial shock about it, too. It sort of blindsided her, but then there was a little something in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't- wouldn't name.

It was actually her that tried to have the 'come to Jesus' speech with you about Carmy.

"I'm not above begging, you need to start fucking that man again."

You nearly spat your coffee out, leaning against the front counter watching Sydney pace back and forth. "What on earth are you-"

"It was so much easier when it was you and Carmy," She stopped in her tracks, turning on her heel to look at you. "Since Claire turned up he's been impossible."

Even you had to admit that you'd noticed a change in Carmy since Claire showed up. He was so distant, he was hard to tie down, he seemed more on edge. He reminded you more of the Carmy that first arrived at this restaurant all that time ago.

It was a shame, you thought, he'd been doing so well.

You wiped a drip of coffee off the side of your mug as you placed it down beside you. "I really don't think me fucking Carmy is the answer."

Sydney gave a small shrug that almost came off as agreement. She wouldn't say it out loud but it definitely wasn't her first option, it wasn't even her second. If Sydney had it her way, she didn't want to think about Carmy's hands on you again.

And she'd thought about it. A lot.

"Something has to give, I don't think I can handle him canceling one more plan."

You sighed, a full-chested sigh that conveyed you felt her frustration. Pushing yourself off the counter, you placed a hand on Sydney's shoulder. If you were her, you would've felt the pure electricity that radiated off your touch.

"I'll at least talk to him, how about that?"

The talk didn't really do much. Carmy promised to do better, there was an apology in there somewhere. But you come to find out days later that'd he'd bitched out on another plan with Sydney.

Men, can't live with them!

It was in his office (without him of course, he was with Claire) with Sugar and Sydney that you'd all made up your minds. Well, you planted the idea and it grew from there.

"Lets just go get a drink, I don't think tonight is worth wasting any more energy."

Sugar jumped at the chance, already walking back out front to grab her purse. Sydney needed a little more convincing, her spirits a little crushed and her soul a little tired.

You'd managed to hush her up, giving her marching orders to get in your car and look like she was enjoying herself. Which, she ended up doing.

The booth was a little sticky and the music was a little shitty, the lights were so dim you could hardly see but you were having fun. Even Sydney had to admit she was having fun.

"Okay, fine! I'm having fun!"

Sugar let out a squeal of excitement, bringing your glasses together to cheers. "Here's to forgetting my little shit of a brother!"

After she said it, she turned to you with an apology on her tongue. "Oops."

You laughed it off, raising your glass and taking a sip. "No harm done, remember, we were-"

"Never togetherrrr." Sugar finished for you. "So you keep saying."

You just shook your head, calling the waitress over for another round. You ordered for yourself and Sydney before Sugar stopped you from getting hers. "Don't worry, Pete's on his way."

The three of you needed each other, needed this bond, needed these drinks, needed this moment. Regardless of your feelings towards Carmy, you'd all been scorned by him in some way, shape, or form.

It even felt good to hear Sydney get her real feelings off her chest.

"And you know what? Not to sound un-girls-girl, but fuck Claire!"

It was met with a quiet "fuck her!" from Sugar.

"She comes to the restaurant, she's just staaaaanding there, she knows she's taking up all his time."

All of you needed to get it out, you maybe the least. You knew it was hard for everyone else to understand, but you really didn't hold any resentment towards Carmy. Maybe a little, for leaving the kitchen high and dry. But really, you just enjoyed the memories of you two.

You and Sydney were a halfway through your new drinks when Sugar stood from the booth, grabbing her bag.

"Alright, I love you two more than life itself but I must depart!" You laughed as the tequila spoke for her.

"Bye, Shug!" You called after her as she waved and blew kisses at the both of you before disappearing through the door.

Leaving just you and Sydney alone at the table, you smiled at her as she intensely studied the grain of the wood. Sooner or later, she looked up and caught your gaze.

"Are you actually okay with Carmy and Claire?"

You smiled, earnestly. "Yes, I'm frustrated that it's upsetting you, but I'm inherently fine with it."

Sydney swallowed hard, you would've been able to hear it if the Brooks & Dunn in the bar wasn't so loud. She rolled the edge of her glass around the table before she spoke up.

"I just don't know how he's so okay with it."

You immediately thought she meant his letting the restaurant slide. But you knew Sydney, you knew her just enough that you could tell there was something sitting below the surface. You cared enough to implore it.

"Okay with what?"

She pulled her lip between her teeth before she looked up at you, like she was staring into the sun.

"With letting you go."

Your face softened, enough that she noticed. But Sydney also quickly noticed that it was a look of pity. That stung enough to make tears well on her waterline.

Pulling your jacket over your shoulders, you began to shuffle out of the booth. "I'll settle the tab and then I'll drive you home."

Sydney had never felt more like a tall child.

The lights of Chicago blurred past her eyes as you weaved through the streets. It wasn't lost on Sydney that you drove with one hand, the one closest to her was free and resting on your thigh.

She wanted nothing more than to reach over and hold onto it, maybe move it to her own thigh. As if you could read her mind, she caught the way your eyes flickered over to hers.

Slowly but surely, you lifted your free hand but instead brought it to the dial on the radio. As you turned it, she could hear the music in the car consuming her.

'And when I'm back in Chicago I feel it...'

She expected you to pull your hand back to your own leg but instead you reached over the gap of the centre console. Your hand brushed against hers as you took hold of it, squeezing it once and leaving the weight of it in hers.

Sydney knew that she had her chance, so she simply squeezed back and wrapped her other hand around yours with it. She held you tightly, like you were precious. Because you were.

She rested your hands in her lap, leaving them there against the soft fabric of her trousers as you continued you navigate the streets with one hand. When you pulled up outside her house, Sydney physically felt herself deflate.

Not only did you have to draw your hand back to kill the ignition, you'd reached the destination. It was up to her now to pull herself from the warm hold of your car and retreat to her room alone.

She weighed up the level of damage involved with throwing all caution to the wind right now. She figured she could just turn to you and let it out. Sydney could do something for herself for once.

As she balled up the courage in her chest, she didn't realise how long you'd both been sitting in silence until you finally spoke.

"Are you going to invite me up?"

-

And then Carmy loses his rag when he's locked in the chiller.

He laments about his failures, how much Claire had blinded him. He'd thrown your name in the mix, he'd apologised (for whatever reason) and decided his great epiphany.

If he'd never left you then none of this would've happened.

You weren't sure if he meant locking himself in the chiller or just everything in general. You weren't even in the kitchen at the time, this was all secondhand from Richie.

At the time Carmy was bearing his heart and soul to you, you were out the back of the restaurant holding back Sydney's braids as she emptied the contents of her stomach.

"I'm so sorry, this is so gross-"

"Don't apologise to me, how long has this been going on?"

The sound of the door screeching open tore your attention back over your shoulder.

"You really need to get in here- oh, what the fuck?"

"Richie, shut the fuck up. Can you get us some water?"

He grimaced a little at the sight in front of him but you pushed him with a flash of anger across your face. Yes, it was gross, but there weren't that many parts of Sydney you weren't fond of.

Even the ones that weren't pretty.

By the time Richie had come out with the water glass, he'd pressed even further how much you needed to get back into that kitchen. You knew it must've been bad if he wasn't even willing to tell you the details.

When you saw Claire by the chiller, you were moments away from asking for an explanation. You swallowed the words quickly as her face lit up in a hot rage, wet with tears. Before you could even think, she was turning on her heel to march out of the kitchen and back through the dining room.

What the actual fuck was happening?

It was a messy wee thing for you all to deal with, but deal with it you did. Sure, there was irreparable damage between Claire and Carmy (and you, by association), but the kitchen was stronger than ever.

And Sydney was happy again, back to having Carmy's attention and support at work. You saw the way she moved, her shoulders free of tension as she worked at her station. You just liked seeing her happy.

Sydney was happy, she was very pleased to be rid of the distraction that was forcing the kitchen apart. However, there was a gnawing little pit of jealousy that lived in her stomach and threatened to force its way out.

With Claire gone, there was nothing keeping you and Carmy apart.

She'd had you once, one perfect night. You'd been splayed out in the centre of her bed, her name falling off your lips as she settled in between your legs. She'd had a taste of you, and you weren't something she could just be okay with letting go of.

You were built from perfection.

So she waited, she waited for the other shoe to drop. There is always another shoe. Sure enough, no matter how hard Sydney tried to hide from it, it inevitably found her.

You and Carmy had arrived in the morning, same time, already laughing about something as you came through the door. That's all she needed, that feeling in her stomach expanded until she could barely breathe.

She caught the way Tina smiled at you both, a knowing smile. That cemented it for Sydney, if Tina had noticed it too, there was no doubt that it was unfolding in front of her and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop it.

And why should she stop it? You were happy! So was Carmy! And he was back to being fully present in the kitchen just like she wanted. But she'd be damned if she could get the thoughts of him touching you out of her head.

Touching you like she wanted to do. Like she'd done once, so fucking well.

Sydney wondered if Carmy really cared when he touched you? From the moment she held you she knew she wanted nobody else to do it, not the way she had. And now knowing that she had to share you? She felt like her head was going to spin right off.

She wondered what'd happen, when you finally told Carmy about what happened between the two of you. If you even would tell him. Did it mean as much to you as it did to her? Did it cross your mind every night like it did hers? Did you touch yourself as you lay in bed, reminiscing over that night like she did?

Probably not, she decided. You probably had Carmy to touch you, to hold you, and that would be consuming your mind. Sydney figured herself out to be an afterthought, a fun night that was never meant to become anything else.

When everyone was shutting the kitchen down and you were walking towards her across the dining room, Sydney braced for the worst. Silently, you helped her with the place settings until you spoke up.

"I told Carmy about us, about you and I."

In some sick way, all Sydney could really focus on was the fact that, even in the smallest form, there was an 'us.'

Without lifting her head, she continued to work on the cutlery. "And what does he think?"

You snorted a quiet laugh through your nose, a sound that should not have made flowers bloom in Sydney's chest. She couldn't breathe.

"He was jealous, I don't think he liked the idea of someone touching me like he does."

Sydney couldn't stop herself before her mouth opened. "Wonder what that's like."

In her peripheral vision, she could see your whole body still. Slowly, she trailed her eyes up the length of your body until they fixed on your face. Wounded, you looked wounded.

A sicker part of Sydney liked the idea of you finally knowing how she felt.

"I am so sorry, I never meant-"

"No, it's fine-" She cut you off, standing up to full height and brushing her hands on the front of her chef's whites. "I should've never got so attached."

"Sydney, please let me-"

"It was always meant to be you and Carmy, and now it is. Anyways, isn't this what I wanted?"

As she begin to walk away, leaving you alone in the dining room, Sydney mulled the same question over in her head.

Isn't this what she wanted?

-

"I just feel fucking terrible."

Your hands splayed out against Carmy's chest, fine hairs under your fingertips and inky tattoo's muddling against your skin. He held you so tightly as you rolled your hips in his lap.

"Don't worry about it, baby." He responded, breath a little clipped as he fucked up into you. "She said it's what she wanted."

You rolled your eyes before your eyes rolled back, Carmy's cock hitting the exact spot you needed it to. "You didn't see the look on her face or hear the way she said it-"

"To be honest, sweetheart, I don't really want to be visualising Syd when I'm balls deep in you."

Snapping your gaze down to his, you realised pretty quickly that you shouldn't have. Carmy looked incredible, eyes blown out, sheen of sweat across his skin as he put all his energy into fucking you. Ignoring the pang it sent to your stomach, you used the leverage of his shoulders to bounce on him.

"I really fucked up, Carm. I knew how much she was into me and I was selfish about it."

You couldn't really be sure he was listening to you, with the way his hands were running up your front to tweak at your nipples. You tried not to give away what it was doing to you, but a few whimpers escaped your lips, regardless.

It wasn't lost on you the way the corner of Carmy's lip quirked up at that. He took his eyes off your body to fix on your own, fighting for your attention as he kept rolling your hips against his.

"Selfish? What were you missing me or something?"

Your eyes narrowed at him, hand leaving his shoulder to playfully smack his cheek. It immediately conjured a groan from deep within his chest, a sound that hit you right in the middle of your stomach and made your hips falter.

"You're bad, Carmen."

"Yeah?" He questioned you, hands gripping your hips to lift you slightly, increasing the pace of his own thrusts. "Well you're worse."

You wanted to argue with him, you had it on the tip of your tongue but the minute he started jackhammering his hips into you- it was gone in an instant.

"Missed me so fucking bad that you got into bed with Sydney. You laid back and let her put her mouth all over you, because you couldn't get what you wanted from me."

The words were crazy, he was speaking pure insanity but the way his cock hit deep inside you was enough to curb your arguing. The minute you tried to open your mouth, a pathetic moan slipped right off your tongue.

"Thaaaat's right," He cooed, goading you into more embarrassing little sounds. "You missed the way this felt so you had to go get it wherever you could."

It was a lot, it was nearly too much for you to handle. Right as you thought you were slipping, that he was going to win eternal bragging rights, you found your own again. Tensing tight, you made sure to choke Carmy's cock on his next thrust.

The man beneath you froze, eyes rolling back and hips stuttering as you clenched around him. Finding yourself, you pressed your hands back on his pecs as you bounced in his lap.

"Not quite, Carmen," His name dripping like silk off your tongue. "Sure, you might've decided to fuck off on me but it's not like I was hard up on options."

Carmy tried to respond, but it was his turn for the words to get lost in his throat. His hips bucked up into you, cock twitching at the feeling of you gripping him even tighter.

"Look at me," You ordered, his eyes shooting open to take in the sight of you above him. "Do you really think someone that looks like me, looks as good as I do right now would be hard up?"

You caught the slight shake of his head, the way his hands fixed back on your waist and pulled you down on him with every bounce. He was desperate, the way he speared you straight on his cock was sending shockwaves right through you but you fought to remain in control.

"I could've had anyone I wanted and I chose Sydney, because I've seen the way she looks at me."

You leaned down, lips up close to his ear as you spoke. This close, you could hear him whimpering for you, the heady sounds emanating from within him.

"I fucked Sydney because I needed someone to treat me the way I deserve. When she had her mouth on me, it felt like I was being worshipped."

Carmy squirmed under you, you'd been in this position enough times to know exactly what was going to happen. His lips fell open and the string of incoherent moans you'd know him for began sounding.

"And you know what, Carmen?"

You could hear him chanting quiet little sounds of 'what, tell me baby?' as you spurred him on.

"I think you both need to learn how to share."

A visual splashed across Carmy's mind. The sight of you, face down ass up. Your mouth between Sydney's spread legs as her head crushed into the pillow. Carmy's hands pulling your hips back onto his as he fucked you roughly from behind. The both of them sharing you.

All of a sudden, Carmy pulled you down into his lap and launched his hips up. His head tipped back, his mouth fell open as he came deep inside you. Your name was the only thing he remembered how to say as he shot several hot ropes of cum into you.

The sight of it was something to behold, your hand falling down to rub between your legs as you felt him finish in you. It was all enough to push you right over the edge, head dropping into the crook of his neck as you reached your own peak.

As you came down, you felt Carmy's hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. The blood rushing around your ears was dissipating and you could only just register he was speaking.

"Huh?" You asked quietly, lips gently pressing against the skin of his shoulder.

"You can have it," He repeated, fingernails gently scratching up your spine. "Whatever you want, you can have it."

-

Apologies were an uncomfortable beast. Carmy was coming to terms with them a little better, after a bit of self reflection. He figured they made him uncomfortable because they were necessary.

For you, you were feeling lucky that Sydney was the forgiving type. You’d fully expected her to ask you to go fuck yourself when you’d attempted your apologies. Nice enough, she’d been quick to forgive.

In her eyes, she just wanted whatever part of you she could get her hands on.

That was probably why she was here right now. Back in this bar with you, the bar that (as far as she was concerned) was the beginning of everything.

That’s why she was also astonishingly fine with Carmy being here too. She was even sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. It was then you noticed they were moving in sync, the way they both raised their glasses to their lips at the same time.

Your eyes flickered back and forth between the two, shitty music making up for the lack of conversation and dim light dancing across the both of them.

They looked good this way, this is how they were almost meant to look. Content? Beautiful?

Looking like everything you ever wanted.

So it was a natural course of events, when the three of you later burst through the door of Carmy’s bedroom. You stopped at the end of his bed, trapped between the two of them.

Carmy’s chest to your back, Sydney pressing firmly to your front. Trapped.

Trapped, but completely willing.

Hot, physically and theoretically. The heat that was radiating off the both of them was consuming you. Sydney's hands were desperately working up the front of your shirt, feeling across your chest to cover any stretch of skin that she could.

Carmy's hands were on the waist of your jeans, undoing the button and fly as he dove down the front of them. His strong, skilled fingers felt you through the thin barrier of your underwear.

Your head tipped back, resting on one of Carmy's shoulders. Sydney took her chance, bridging the gap and closing her lips on your throat. You could feel her sucking at the skin, teeth gently running along the column of your throat.

The unmistakable feeling of Carmy hardening against your ass was ever present in the back of your mind. As Sydney worked you up, Carmy was pushing your jeans down your thighs, pressing his cock further into the split of your ass.

His lips came to your left ear, you could feel the heat of his breath as he spoke. "You look so fucking good like this, feel so fucking good."

As his fingers began to breach the front of your underwear, it was Sydney that was making moves on your right ear. "Been dying to taste you again, once wasn't ever gonna' be enough."

Your hips bucked up into Carmy's hand as he stroked you slowly, Sydney's teeth gently gripping your earlobe. It was overwhelming, the bother of you whispering exactly what you needed to hear, working together.

They worked well together, one glimpse into the kitchen and you could tell they worked well together. But even now, the way they were touching you, talking to you- they were the perfect team.

"On the bed, sweetheart." Carmy spoke as he drew his hands from your underwear.

Sydney stepped aside to let you move, watching you kick off your jeans as you moved to the bed. She moved towards you briefly, helping you pull your shirt off over your head and throw it to the side.

As she moved back beside Carmy, you stared up at the both of them under half-lidded eyes. Carmy had stripped down to his underwear, a large hand gently palming his cock through his briefs. He moved to the end of the bed, gripping your ankle and pulling you towards him.

"Get down here, Syd." He ordered, as if they were running the pass.

She was quick to follow the order, kneeling down beside him with her hand wrapping around your other leg. They both pulled you in closer, Carmy taking the initiative to get rid of your underwear.

Sydney reached forward, her hand running up your stomach gently enough to leave goosebumps. "You're un-fucking-believable."

You laughed, just quietly, head rolling around on the mattress as they both stared at you like your next meal. Not waiting for another instruction, Sydney brought her mouth against your entrance and gave you one long lick.

Head tipping back, hips raising, your mouth flew open with a string of moans. Her tongue was unbelievable, moving across you quickly but not failing to miss a single spot.

You could feel the familiar prodding of Carmy's fingers, moving under Sydney's tongue so they could work together. Two of his thick fingers breached your entrance, curling up as Sydney's tongue kept up it's ministrations.

"That feel good, baby?" Carmy's voice snapped you back into reality. "Feel good when we share you?"

All you could do was nod, nod furiously as you rolled your hips down to feel more of their combined efforts. Your hand gently reached behind Sydney's head, pulling her in closer till you were effectively humping her face.

"Yeah, that's right- let her have it." Carmy cooed, his fingers still pumping into you whilst his other hand was pressed to his crotch.

Sydney only moaned, the vibrations hitting you straight on and sending a surge to the pit of your stomach. Carmy could feel the way you were clenching, being well versed with your body he knew exactly what was on the way.

So when you whined at the feeling of him withdrawing his fingers, he was quick to shut you up by man-handling you up the bed. "Hush, you're so fuckin' spoilt."

And you knew he was right, everything you wanted you always got it. That's why you were settled back against the pillows, watching him strip off his boxers whilst Sydney's shirt was being discarded.

You quietly slipped a hand between your legs, gathering the wetness from Sydney's spit to rub yourself. Your eyes fluttered, head tipping back into the plush bed as you watched Sydney reveal more skin to you.

"Baby can't even wait a fuckin' minute?" Carmy questioned, kneeling on the bed to grip your hips.

In a swift motion, he flipped you over. Still holding your hips, he pulled them up until you were face down with your back arched. He could always get you exactly how he wanted you.

Sydney came around the bed, sitting in front you with her hand coming to cup your jaw. "You deserve everything you want."

As she cooed at you, she leaned in just enough to press her lips against yours. You could hear the sigh from Carmy, no doubt rolling his eyes as Sydney quickly gave into you.

Sydney knew your games just as well as he did. Difference was, she didn't mind. She'd feed into you for as long as you let her.

Your mouth dropped and a moan slipped onto Sydney's tongue as you felt the head of Carmy's cock pressing against your entrance. As he eased into you, your eyes began to roll back, hands shooting out to grip Sydney's thighs.

"Want- ah fuck- want to taste you." Your voice sounded breathy and desperate.

Sydney eased herself back, legs spreading around you as you hungrily dove to get your tongue on her. Without wasting a second, you ran your tongue from her entrance to her clit and listened keenly for the sounds she made.

Looking up from under your tired eyes, you saw the blissed expression on her face. Both your arms hooked around her thighs, lips closing around her clit to suck gently.

Carmy fully sunk himself into you, giving you a second to adjust to the stretch. Soon, he was rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that was sending you even closer to Sydney's cunt.

You felt a large hand splay across your lower back, Carmy soothing you as he began to speed up. He fucked you hard, watching the way you clenched around his cock and moved your head quicker between Sydney's legs.

This is what he'd imagined, this was exactly what he'd thought of that night (and honestly, a couple of other times in the shower before work). This was a sight he could get used to.

Carmy wasn't all too keen on sharing you, he had an underlying penchant for jealousy when it came to you. But as he watched Sydney cup a hand around the back of your head, as he heard you moan directly into her core, as he watched you fuck yourself back onto him.

He figured this was definitely worth a little hit of jealousy.

Sydney's hips rolled up to meet your mouth, her backside lifting off the bed as she pulled you down against her. Quiet little whimpers of your name were drifting perfectly off her lips. Her eyes were switching between fluttering shut and fixing dreamily on you.

You could feel the hint of your release working it's way up your body. Strengthening your grip on Sydney's thighs, you pulled her in tight so you could suck at her clit, listening for what it did to her.

"Holy- fuck- oh God- I'm gonna' cum-"

Looking up at her, you found her eyes on yours. Drawing back just a little, you laid your tongue flat against her before running it up, flicking the tip of it against her clit and watching her eyes screw shut.

Sydney rode your face through her orgasm, the feeling running red hot through you. You could hear the faint sounds of Carmy talking you through it. "That's it, make her cum- you're doing so good."

His words were too much, coupled with the taste of Sydney on your tongue and the feeling of her gripping tight onto you. Your hips began to roll back against Carmy, desperately searching for the relief you needed.

Feeling his hand wrap underneath you, Carmy began stroking you towards your orgasm. His chest came to press against your back as he spoke in your ear. "Come on, baby- that's it- cum for us."

Eyes going a blinding white, you felt yourself collapsing into Sydney's lap as your orgasm overtook you. Gripping tight around Carmy, you threw your hips back against him as he pressed himself flush to you.

You felt him twitch inside you, a string of curses leaving his lips as he came for you. You felt his hot cum hitting deep inside of you, leaving you feeling completely full. All you had left to do was fall, splayed out, in the centre of the bed, totally fucked out.

Carmy was the one that cleaned you up, but it was Sydney that brought you the glass of water and tucked you up. You felt her soft kisses against your forehead and by the time you opened your eyes, you could see she was already fully dressed.

You reached out for her, grasping her hand gently before mumbling something about "we should do this again."

Faint sounds of her laughing about that with Carmy caught your ears, but the sleep was taking over too much for you to be able to understand the joke.

When Carmy joined you in bed, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you close to him, you managed one more mumble before you finally crashed out.

"You guys work really, really, well together."

[thatghostinyourbog]

THIS SCENE

THIS FUCKING SCENE

I always thought this scene SAID everything it needed to say

And I just never looked too deeply into it until now

Atsushi and his tiger are separate

They are portrayed as 2 separate beings throughout the entire show

And his ability might be like that

But if we're thinking of this from a storyteller point of view

Atsushi is the tiger

The tiger is Atsushi

In that scene atsushi admits how much he hates himself

And later Akutagawa reveals that Atsushi thinks he doesn't deserve to live unless he's helping others

But that doesn't change, atsushi just doesn't think he deserves to live. He is trying to earn to live but helping people is just keeping him alive

I think the tiger came out to help him (he helped himself) only because he finally thought he deserved to live, he was helping so many people and in that moment he realised this gives him a right to live

So why was that not the end of the season and his character development??

WELL I'M GLAD YOU ASKED

After all that happened SECONDS after the ENTIRE CITY was saved Atsushis main focus was still on making sure as many people lived as possible. After all that it still wasn't enough.

Then we move onto his quality bonding time with the little Victorian boy

I've already talked about Atsushi and Akus relationship so I won't say much more

But the interactions at the end of season 2

Aku not only figured out Atsushi was trying to make it so he deserved to live he also told him how stupid it was

Atsushi and Aku need to hear things like this

Natural behaviours and beliefs they have from their trauma are stupid, but they have so much weight to them neither of them can help but live by those things and sometimes it takes your rival to go up to you, stab you in the shoulders, and say you're stupid for you to think somewhat rationally

Aku tells Atsushi he doesn't have to live his life by other people's morals

He does actually have a choice

With Atsushis past at the orphanage hearing this must've felt like being hit by a truck

Atsushi realised he can have his own morals and he's free to help or kill whoever he pleases

Aku shows Atsushi that he is free

Now there isn't a set way to overcome trauma or improve your mental wellbeing

God everyone wishes there were but that's just life

And I think that's what bsd is

It's people trying to overcome their trauma

People trying to get better

People who seem to be worse at just living than others

Imo bsd is about getting better

Some characters won't

Some will

Some people won't get better

Some will

Bsd is so special because of that fact

It's the only show I've seen that is aimed towards people who simply find living more difficult than others

This is the show you watch when you feel completely alone

The characters are written so well and they're so different from eachother but they all are still suffering

It covers topics that the viewers probably thought they were entirely alone in even thinking about

(My thoughts were all over the place I can't figure out a better way to put all this together so just suffer through the edited thoughts of my brain)((Yea imagine how I feel I have to suffer through the completely unedited ones))

Atsushi views the tiger way higher than himself

The tiger represents the part of Atsushi who no matter what will help others

Atsushi himself does not believe he is such a good person

He doesnt believe he is as good as he is, he believes he can harm to people when in reality he would never be able to bring himself to hurt others

The tiger represents Atsushis natural good nature

And Atsushi himself represents all his doubts and worries and feelings of worthlessness

He thinks he is such a bad person he has separated the natural good things about himself and put them into his ability

Which is why in dead apple he seemed so lost and helpless

For half the movie he was following Aku and Kyouka around unsure of what to do

And once he faced his trauma and got his ability back he realised he doesn't HAVE to be such a good person

He doesn't have to be this perfect being who saves everyone and doesn't let anyone suffer

He learns he has to fight

He learns he has to kill some people and there's no way around it

That doesn't make him a bad person

It just makes him human

And this is what he realises at the end of the movie

It's also what he shows Dazai right at the start and the end with those little interactions they have

Atsushi never doubted Dazais humanity

They're all just human

And they're all trying to live to be better people

[eldritch-spouse]

okay so odd-ball thought abt the zombie asks floating around;

santi and his lil obsession get separated, he’s absolutely GEEKED out, already stressed and fatigued, so he’s kinda reverting back to his OLD old snappy self.

a few weeks of this happening and he’s reached his peak, just a complete douche and asshat when patches (i’m assuming if the Clergy gang were all together when it happened they stayed together cause numbers=safety most of the time) runs up and has this fucking lump in his arms covered with a blanket— santi instantly smelled his lil lover and damn near rips patches’ arms off to get to her and just kinda stands there holding her and purring or smth

then they fuck cause yeah it’s santi and he’s a mix of absolutely starved and carnally obsessed with this sudden reunion with his lover.

(i love zombie aus. sorry if this doesn’t match his personality or traits, i’m severely tired but i HAD to blurb about this for a hot second-)

TW: Noncon moment.

It's not unlikely that he'll revert back to that mindset. After all, it's almost like his younger days in the Rings, always looking out for himself and trusting no one.

He might become worse, actually, since there's so little people out there who retain their intelligence and social norms. Santi doesn't have to be constantly checking himself and acting in ways that purposely charm others around him. There's no one to charm, no one to seduce, therefore he doesn't need to exert energy in thinking of tactics and lines and what kind of expressions he should make. Overtime, those mannerisms fade and he becomes a more raw, brute version of what an incubus truly is deep down. A predator looking to fuck the energy out of you so it can sustain itself.

His coworkers don't make a big deal out of it, they've known Santi for a long while, especially Grimbly, and they know how he gets when in a truly foul mood. They've seen him devoid of charming mannerisms. They don't care for his tantrums, but there have been instances where Santi simply picks fights with them just to prove something to himself he can't even understand, just to take his mind off things, because it's easier to brawl and sexually harass someone than to admit that he needs help. That he's broken and sees no real reason to exist anymore except to remember you.

In this state, Santi has no qualms being incredibly sadistic and hunting down anything he considers worth the effort, hurting them as the brute acts necessary for his feeding unfurl. They're not even people, these walking husks... And the survivors he does find, they'd rather try to kill him, so they're not any better than the zombies are they? They don't deserve an inch of his mercy, so they can squirm themselves to death on the incubus' cock for all he cares.

When he gets you back, as surprising as it is that he even got you back at all after basically mourning your loss and spiraling into the worst version of himself... Santi doesn't know what to do with himself. It's like being hit with a brick to the face. And he realizes what a cunt he is.

You won't love him like that.

It's been so long, he can barely crack the same smile he used to for you. His claws are way too big, his body's covered in scuff marks from willingly getting into dangerous altercations. Santi forgot half the charm he used to have, and the remnants he's trying to put back on are forced. Unnatural.

When you wake up in his arms, it's all the demon can do not to blubber like a fucking baby. He doesn't speak too much initially because aside from "I'm so glad I found you again.", he's probably going to spit something tasteless and ruin the moment.

Santi finds himself unintentionally being brutish to you, snapping, speaking too roughly, grabbing you hard, subconsciously treating you the same way he would his prey. He sees the fear in your eyes and instantly freezes, realizing he's a danger to you and not recovering fast enough to avoid damaging the relationship.

The others around him, the ones that can still stand him, try to offer Santi advice and comfort him when he distances himself from your hurt self.

It all culminates in an intimate moment where Santi stops listening to you and just takes. You tell him to slow down, and he doesn't. It's a few minutes of him being a senseless rutting beast until he hears you sobbing. Not the pleasured sobbing of someone who has orgasmed too many times, the sobs and cries of someone who is in pain and scared.

You're the last person he wants to hurt, and Santi just wounded you in the worst way he possibly could.

After that, the incubus comes clean about what happened to him, who he was in his past, what happened when he thought he had lost you forever. And more than that, as much as he hates to do it, Santi gives up most control of things to you while he works to restore the incubus you fell in love with.

Because if you considered leaving him now, he would probably never recover at all.

[silverynight]

By blood

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Part IV

Tanjirou doesn't like to lie and yet he's been lying to his hashira ever since the whole thing with Akaza started.

He knows they don't deserve it, but he can't risk the demon's life in the process. Besides, Tanjirou can't give up on him now that he said he's willing to become human if there's a cure for him.

Everybody deserves a second chance, especially when they're making an effort to be better.

"Was it a difficult mission, sunshine?" Kanroji asks, face darkening with concern. She pulls Tanjirou into her arms, but has to let go of him because Kocho wants to make sure he's completely fine.

"No, actually it was pretty easy," he says, cheeks turning slightly pink. He's determined to say as many truths as he can.

"Are you hurt?" Kocho asks then, cradling his face with both hands.

"No. I'm fine," Tanjirou mumbles, which is also the truth. The demon didn't have the time to do anything because Akaza arrived quickly.

"I'm glad!" Uzui grins before carrying Tanjirou in his arms and taking him to the backyard where his wives are waiting for them.

All of them, including Tokito, who attaches himself to Tanjirou as soon as Uzui puts him back on the ground, Kocho and Kanroji have lunch together.

Tanjirou really wishes he could tell them everything, but then he remembers his and Nezuko's trial and thinks that's a very bad idea.

The other Pillars are busy at the moment, but Kocho makes sure to send them messages assuring them Tanjirou is back and he's completely fine.

Some of them pay him a visit the next day though; they make sure he's alright, bring him gifts as usual and spend as much time with him as they can.

They're very good people.

He gets a partner for his next mission, which means Akaza can't see him or help him that time. Tanjirou tries to finish as quickly as possible, but it gets him a little bit hurt in the process.

"Tanjirou!" Genya is the one who ends up saving him more than once and the redhead feels very grateful for having the boy with him.

"It's okay! I'm fine! At least it's over!" He smiles, although he is too exhausted to walk and Genya notices it.

He carries him to the nearest inn, where they get to rest for a while.

"We have to spend the night," Genya insists, placing Tanjirou on a futon. "You're too tired to move at the moment."

The redhead grimaces, even though he knows his friend is right. Although he really wanted to go back to the butterfly estate so they could give him another mission as soon as possible.

"Okay," he nods, feeling his body like it has grown too heavy for him.

"Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"No, I'll be fine. These are just scratches."

Genya nods, although he's still worried about him.

"D-Do you want me to change your clothes? They left us a couple of robes here."

Tanjirou is so focused on his need to rest and the idea of having some comfy clothes on is so appealing, it doesn't occur to him why it'd be a bad idea to let Genya help him with that.

"Yes, please," he sighs and gets a little bit confused by the way Genya's face turns completely red.

Too late it comes to his mind that the only one who has undressed him up until that point is Akaza... Tanjirou sits on the futon only to find a very embarrassed Genya handing him a robe with a shaky hand.

"Are those... Do you have a lover? I'm sorry! It's none of my business!" Genya stammers, immediately turning his head away from Tanjirou.

Of course he's seen the bite marks.

Tanjirou takes the robe, covers himself and thanks the gods Genya didn't look close enough to realize those are demon bites.

And yet he feels like this is not good.

"Yes, I'm seeing someone," he blurts out, which is not actually a lie, but it's not the truth either. However, he thinks it's better if Genya believes he has a boyfriend. "He's... intense."

Tanjirou feels his own face burning up as soon as he tries to "explain" the marks on his thighs. No wonder Genya thought he had a lover.

"Is it serious?" The tall boy asks in a whisper, looking miserable for a second. "I mean... do you think you'll end up marrying him?"

Tanjirou bites his bottom lip, considering for a brief second to tell Genya the truth. No, it's too risky. What if he ends up blurting everything out in front of his older brother?

"No, I'm not going to marry him," Tanjirou whispers. "It's not like that."

Which is also the truth. Akaza would probably laugh if he found out someone thinks they're lovers.

"Oh," Genya releases the breath he's been holding, looking almost relieved. "That's... okay. Although I think you should tell the Pillars."

Tanjirou pales; no, they are the last people who should know about that. Besides, they would quickly realize that Tanjirou is trying to feed a demon instead of sleeping with another boy.

No. He won't tell them.

"I don't think they care about something like this."

"Trust me, they do," Genya says. "Although maybe you're right, perhaps you should wait a little bit because I think Nemi would kill the guy if he knew."

Tanjirou thinks that too, but for a completely different reason.

"Will you keep the secret, right?"

"Of course, Tanjirou," Genya says and gasps when the redhead pulls him into a grateful hug. "Can I c-cuddle you tonight?"

"You don't even have to ask, Genya!"

For a couple of minutes, Tanjirou decides to forget about the trouble he's in and try to sleep, unfortunately, the tall boy still has a couple of questions for him.

"Why are you dating him?"

"We're not exactly dating," Tanjirou mumbles, glad Genya is cuddling him from behind and can't see his face. "I'm just... giving him something he needs."

Which is not a lie, although Tanjirou immediately regrets phrasing it that way, mostly due to the way Genya reacts.

"You shouldn't..." the boy almost growls, turning Tanjirou around to stare into his eyes; he's angry, but not with Tanjirou. "You shouldn't let anyone use you like that! I mean I know it's none of my business, but please just... you could do so much better! The Pillars would never treat you like this! My brother–"

Tanjirou presses their foreheads together to calm the other boy down; it works like a charm.

"Thank you for worrying so much about me, Genya, but I know what I'm doing," he assures him with a gentle smile. "Besides, I know the hashira are good people and they care about me a lot, but it's not like that."

His Pillars don't see him that way; they're just very good friends.

Genya shakes his head, but doesn't say anything else, instead he pulls Tanjirou closer.

***

"Tanjirou!" Rengoku rushes into the recovery room before sitting on the bed next to him and pulling him into his arms. "I'm glad you're okay!"

When the flame hashira starts nuzzling against his cheek before Iguro complains and pulls him away from the other Pillar, Tanjirou can't help but giggle.

It always makes him so happy to be around his hashira, even if not all of them are present at the moment.

"Are you sure they don't see you that way?" Genya asks from the other side of the room as soon as Iguro and Rengoku get out to bring him some food.

"They're my friends," Tanjirou mumbles, ignoring the way his heart starts beating furiously inside his chest. He turns around to look at Genya and realizes that his friend is still angry at his "boyfriend" for treating him like that.

Maybe he should tell him the truth. But Tanjirou is not sure; no, he needs to inform Akaza about what happened first.

***

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[skelpiescool]

I'm so glad you liek my au :33 we are so silly

Shakes you aggressively /aff

Get ready 4 paragraph.

Dust becuz I luve him. Dust is perfect for a vampire. He doesn't need an explanation for always having his hood up bro just always does that. His body is completely covered by sun with the gloves, hood, etc. Also vampires not only turn into bats but wolves which is cool af. Dust would turn into a bat just for funs (and for fucking with Killer by making him think a bat is living in his attic) and turning into a wolf for hunting for food or feeling threatened. Turning into a wolf brings me to the next character. Horror! I wanna give him good lore because I feel bad for always forgetting him😭😭. When I was thinking of a werewolf I was more thinking of Horror just turning into a legitimate wolf. Humanistic animals are overrated. Let him just turn into a fracking wolf. YOU KNOW WHAT. HES A THERIAN NOW FUCK IT. I can do whatever I want it's my au. They're too silly for norms. Also it makes sense for Horror to be able to turn into a wolf so it can incorporate the famine better. Pollution still exists and affects the wolves food source making it hard to find food including hunters who like to target things that wolves feast on. Ehehe. I'm still thinking on how Horror lost his eye. I was going to make it being caused by a hunter but I still want to incorporate how his eye was used in his og au. Anyways ERROR TIEMMM. Love this dude. Like I stated before Abaddon/Error has an awful singing voice so how does he get food aside from natural sea animals? He just fucking crashes ships. He doesn't like those human abominations after all. To him they deserve to die! (Incorporating og Error 😎) That way he gets food and those abominations die. Also on his relationship with Enki. Enki found him sunbathing on a rock trying to relax and immediately found him interesting. This soulless witch loves finding new creatures especially being able to interact with them. Enki has never seen a siren in real life! Enki at first tried to poke and cast spells on Abaddon but he shooed them away. Eventually Enki stopped but also asked Abaddon like a 500 questions. Abaddon who obviously loves attention gladly boasted about himself. So they slowly became friends (kinda and very slowly) Abaddon gives Enki things and in return he gets help sinking ships and gets to boast. They are definitely very good friends and Enki definitely doesn't annoy Abaddon when they're not doing business.

OH MY GOD THATS LONG. UHHH I love rambling. But my fingers are about to break /j so uhhh yea have fun with my rambling ig :3

I AM GOING FERAL (i have zero meanimgful words to add)

ive been listening to this. for multiple hours.

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Update 228 Review: Horse-Trading

Introduction

HUZZAH! The Psychic Sisters Arc is over at last! It started well, it ended well, but there's only so long I can give a shit about Tatsumaki throwing a tantrum and throwing Saitama through things.

Story

Eh, let's make it short and sweet. The chapter deals with the immediate aftermath of Tatsumaki's tantrum through to the next day or two as the fallout looks set to begin in earnest. Along the way, a few sharp deals are struck.

Meta: Ho ho ho

Blackmailers Anonymous

Something I was very glad to see changed for the Blizzard Group in this arc was them being largely hapless. Earlier, we saw Eyelashes, Mountain Ape, Lily, and a few others valiantly try fighting to prevent Apollo from leaving with Fubuki and Tatsumaki. Amidst the air of general discouragement, Eyelashes leads the surviving group to follow Fubuki with purpose, and they don't back down even faced with Tatsumaki. This chapter, we see yet another Blizzard Group member, an as-yet unnamed guy with a distinctive mohawk, show another talent: hacking. Neither he nor Fubuki are slow on the uptake as to what

Thanks to a little negotiating, Fubuki is able to persuade McCoy to concoct a monster attack to explain away the damage to the Hero Association building, Tatsumaki obliges by scattering the monster parts outside -- and coincidentally smuggles Psykos out in the process.

Tatsumaki brazenly insists on being the one to apprehend the escaped Psykos, leveraging her knowledge that the executives didn't want their cover up blown.

However...

If McCoy is smiling, that's because as far as he's concerned, what Tatsumaki and Fubuki have been up to are amateur hours in the damaging information game. He's happy for them to run their hustle for now.

If the Psychic sisters were more astute, they'd be worrying about the operations chief being more amused than annoyed, but they're amateurs.

Speaking of amateurs, let's spare a moment to look at Gearsper. Lots of people have been giving him the side eye for insisting that Tsukoyomi couldn't possibly be real. We do think the gentleman protests too strenously, but what his angle is remains to be seen.

Enlightented Self-Interest Is Next To Altruism

It's official -- I am never getting over how bottle-blonde baby Forte is. No wonder he goes around with hat and sunglasses: he looks too young to be out unsupervised.

He wisely apologises to Saitama and tells the others that it's in their best interests to ensure that they stay on Saitama's good side. Oh, and feed his pets already. Good -- that's the third day of no food, water, or shelter that Rover and Black Sperm were looking forward to.

That said, there is a very strange translation choice in what Forte says, at least as translated by the fan group. Google Translate and individuals insist that what Forte offers to Saitama (other than his old clothes) is a visit to a restaurant that does delicious food and Saitama crying off sick. It has been translated as Forte offering to go clothes shopping with Saitama and Saitama being creeped out.

I'm waiting for Viz to translate, and if it doesn't agree, believe me, I'm asking questions.

Also acting with enlightened self-interest is Saitama, who asks Genos not to report Tatsumaki on the basis that she deserves her time in the limelight. Of course, we're aware that behind his apparent generosity of spirit is the awareness that shared credit means shared blame.

And a billion yen's worth of blame is really too much for one poor-ass hero.

The Chickenheads Come Home to Roost

Despite everything, the good ship Titanic (um, I mean the Hero Association) seems to have weathered the storm. The public, and their rich donors, are back onside having been reassured that the disturbance was just terrible monsters and all is well.

Well.

With that terrible security of the Hero Association's, it's not been hard for Child Emperor to find out the truth of what was actually going on. To say that he's not impressed is an understatement. All is forgiven, Phoenixman!

The only questions are: 1) How far has he dug? 2) How much damage will he cause?

Speaking of callbacks, remember way back when an inoffensive monster pangolin was systematically skinned alive for its scales until it bloomed into a highly-dangerous demon-level monster? Metal Knight looked cynically on the whole affair.

It looks like selling monsters on the black market is much more widespread than we initially thought. Fubuki having evidence of McCoy personally looking to enrich himself was very unedifying. And he's not the only one. However, that's not the worst of it.

Never mind the personal profit motive -- if they're lucky, the monsters are just going to wealthy individuals keen to have the most exotic pets ever.

If they're unlucky, there's outfits who have plans to use monsters to make weapons. I don't need the webcomic to point that out:

Maybe Drive Knight is ethical and above board (cynical laugh), but some of the outfits developing those weapons could be intending to use them against the Hero Association.

[psychicsolanum]

ok I've seen so many (rightly deserved...) hate about the new season so I've made a list of,

Things I love about TUA S4 episode 1!

spoilers!

I'm glad they made up for the 6 episodes by having hour long runtimes, I did feel cheated when I'd heard about the shorter season

Gene and Jean were fun! wish they had more interactions with the umbrellas

continuously fun title card umbrellas!

viktor gets women! good for him even if he's apparently terrible at relationships lmao. who could blame him with his experience!

stripper Luther is great

Claire and klaus 🥺🥺🥺 she was a great addition and they're relationship was sweet, wish we got more!!

five being in the cia is fitting, even though he says he wants to retire it would make sense he'd want some familiarity? also i like his hair

Ben being a crypto bro 😭

Allison and klaus❤️❤️❤️ this is the kinda stuff I was dying for, I love them living together and just existing

Allison's trust in klaus' sobriety!

klaus' ocd is extremely fitting and is a fun way to spice up his character (even if he didn't need any spice, and i miss the old him...)

again. domestic fluff at their kids birthday party is so fun and cute

aiden's delivery on "He's a germaphobe now and extremely sober- hi klaus!" cracks me up he cares sm

allison and lila bonding over being mothers

this conspiracy stuff starts off so intriguing and exciting! lila and five frenemies is always fun (🫠)

the broken umbrella is fun imagery

gene and Jean seeing through fives cover was really tense my heart stopped

klaus got daves dogtags back 😭

makes complete sense klaus wouldn't want his insanity inducing powers back! powers = drugs = ruined relationship with his family again

I love this dysfunctional family and I'm sad to see them go on the small screen

</3

[forestcat000]

Shameless season 3 episode 10, I write as I watch

Just...Frank 😆 I can't put it into words.

Mandy covered up her crime well so far. No one knows what she did.

Debbie, pop off. Up until now, Mandy was super nice. She obviously shouldn't have hit Karen with her car. That's horrible, but Lip has still been treating her badly. Honestly, I think Lip should stop dating for awhile.

Poor Karen, I hope she wakes up soon 😞

Jody get out of here! Creep! Hate Jody, he should have never been near Karen in the first place, he needs to be kicked out!

I'm honestly shocked Mandy hasn't realized that Ian and Mickey are a thing. Like presumably prior to Mandy spending most of her time at the Gallagher house Ian was going to her house, did she not notice anything happening? Did she not notice Mickey willingly plopping down like an inch away from Ian and hanging out? (That's from season 1 but my point stands)

I really don't like Jimmy-steve, he just bugs me. His reactions to things annoy me, the fact he constantly lies to Fiona annoys me. He's just not trustworthy.

I like the Debbie and Sheila bond. I have problems with Sheila, but I love seeing her with Debbie. They're so sweet.

Frank agreeing to do conversion because he gets women is just so on brand 🙄.

Ian, oh he's so sad....poor Mickey and Ian.

I do like Ian and Lips bond, however I'm not sure how to feel about him telling Ian to go find a new guy. He and Mickey weren't properly dating but Ian's obviously attached, sleeping with someone new won't get rid of the feelings.

I also love Ian and Mandy's bond. He's always defending her, and i love that, like yes! Stand up for your bestie! Honestly wish we saw more of their friendship, ever since Mandy started dating Lip we haven't seen as much of her and Ian.

Jody get the hell out of Karen's room! Kick him out!

Mandy, my dear, you may have covered your tracks, but Karen's text messages are damning evidence.

YES, KEV AND V ARE GONNA HAVE A BABY!!! 🥳 🎉 🪅 🎊

I'm so glad Fionas having fun with her coworkers.

'I um...I think that you're her prince' Sheila, girl, I love you but stfu, he's not her prince. He's a horrible person who deserves to be in prison, Karen deserves better than this ass! Karen needs a good age appropriate prince!

Fiona, yes tell off lying ass Jimmy-Steve!

Stop touching Karen, Jody-JODY! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, FUCK, NO, JESUS, THAT'S HOW SHE WAKES UP!!!??? Poor girl! CALL THE COPS!!!

Honestly love this show but get rid of Jody. Throw him in the creep bin with Kash.

[pancake-breakfast]

It's been a week. "But Pancake," you say, "it's only Monday."

Yes.

At least we can all come together and cry over Trigun.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 6, Chapters 1-2 below.

TriMax Volume 6 Covers

This is the most band cover of the covers. Except someone forgot to tell Vash and he's just enjoying hanging out with everyone, and Milly has given up on her cool pose because it's just too hot.

Ohhhhhh, crap! I don't recognize most of the people on the back cover, but there's a certain two-gunned fellow who looks familiar. I'm so excited to meet him!

I love how the text on the back frames this like some fun, action-packed adventure instead of action-trauma with an extra side of MORE trauma.

I don't have a clue what's going on with the gag covers. I wish everyone the best in the inevitable tentacle wars.

Oh, man. These chapter titles have me hyped!

Chapter 1: The Gunslinger

Every time Vash is wrapped in a big cloak like that I think of him looking over the crater of July.

Is this... Meryl having a bit of a panic attack over all the information?

Yep, that's what it is.

At least Milly is sleeping again. And apparently through Meryl waking up screaming.

Maaaaannnn, the old-timey Southwestern U.S. aesthetic is real.

Oh, dude. Was this guy in '98? Are we gonna get to see Vash's drinking tie again??

Telling someone who refused to give you a guy that they're gonna regret not giving you a gun isn't a very sound argument for them giving you a gun.

Eyyy, it's Vash!

LOL, "Lightning." I wonder what this guy's seen Vash do to give him a nickname like that.

Nick thinks Meryl just wants some of his food.... I mean, eating probably would make her feel a bit better.

Wolfwood knows. Sort of.

I don't think he's trying to drive her away so much as he's trying to protect her.

Look at him being all pretty here....

You know... Nightow hasn't exactly portrayed sheriffs as good, upstanding citizens in this series....

He's not a very good sheriff if he couldn't figure out that Marlon and this "total stranger" have a bit of a history.

Oh, don't worry about Meryl. She's seen worse. A lot worse.

Glad she takes her weapons seriously.

Whyyyyy is this guy a walking, talking bell??

That's soooooo many bullets....

Good hell, Vash. Burning off some steam or something? Pretty sure you don't need to shoot that much.

Sherrif's an idiot if he doesn't recognize the skill required for precise grouping. Doesn't deserve a gun.

Dude. I don't like this sheriff guy. I know I already implied that, but now I'm gonna spell it out.

Spoilers for '98: Ok, this gunsmith guy is apparently a direct descendant of the character from the anime. That explains the resemblance; I'm pretty sure that episode aired before this volume was compiled and likely before this chapter was written.

Ah, this shitty sheriff can handle a gun. But he goes straight for killshots and doesn't have nearly the precise grouping Vash has. Also, Vash's face....

Vash still claps for the guy. He knows it's expected of him, and he'll get further with the guy if he tries to smooth things out than if he criticizes his technique. They're not close enough for that yet.

Marlon gets it. Also, I think it's hilarious that he calls the sheriff "kid," since I'm guessing the sheriff assumes he's older than Vash. But it seems like the Marlon family has a history with Vash that goes back far enough to know he's not exactly human.

Ooooh, Vash just went straight into panic mode. Poor boy, he's got so much trauma....

Dynamite for EVERYONE!!!!

Milly seems happy to be able to go back to hiding behind Meryl. Can't wait to see this dynamic in Stampede.

Uhhhhh, that's a lot more than one....

Rocket? Is... is this Wolfwood?

LOL, what the heck, Vash?? Aaaand there's the Punisher, so....

Bet me Vash is gonna do this without firing a single shot, just to prove a point. Maybe without even pulling a gun.

These shield guys are so Mad Max.

Geez, regardless of whatever other conflicted emotions they might have about him, they're so worried for his wellbeing.

Pretty sure he can still pull the trigger. Pretty sure he still doesn't want to, though.

Oop, he's got a gun out... aaaaand he's pulling crazy trick shots again.

The sheriff continues to be the real dumbass here.

He's putting two and two together. Took him long enough.

Oh, now Vash has the Vash gun.

Yep, that's Vash right there.

His look is like... a bit of an apology, and maybe a bit of embarrassment. He didn't mean to worry Meryl, I think. And he's not used to being seen so plainly.

LOL, he stole the Punisher. Wolfwood will get over it. He just missed his security giant machine gun cross.

Chapter 2: Double Team

Dramatic Wolfwood pose!

The thing about never being able to go back to the people you left to keep safe is you can never quite be sure if they're actually safe in your absence.

Dang, that's quite a recruitment squad that came for him there.

Did... Knives kill everyone at the orphanage??

Nightow really likes his custom alcohol labels, doesn't he? I wish we could get a better look at this one, 'cause it looks all kinds of intricate.

Barkeep's trying to be friendly, but Wolfwood's in no mood to talk.

Yyyyyeeeaaahhh, comparing someone to Bluesummers is not a compliment.

Is the "him" Wolfwood is thinking of here Knives or Vash?

Fffffwwwwhaaaaaaat?? Knives shows up, Vash blows a hole in the moon, and Wolfwood, gosh darnit, he goes straight to Knives and pulls a gun on him??? Dang, boy is far more like Midvalley than he'd like to admit.

HC Vash picked up on Wolfwood feeling down and out and deliberately went to find him and check up on him. I mean, if he was able to pick up Wolfwood's voice in the crazy that was the fight in the Dragon's Nest from however far away....

I have thoughts on Wolfwood pulling his gun on Vash.

Wolfwood: "Sit this one out, Vash." Vash: *already gone*

Oh, no. They've earned Vash's serious face.

This new yin-yang brother is a bit unhinged.

Awwww, they damaged those super-tough tables!

OMG this spread a;sjdf;lal;al;al;fa;lfl;ajdl;jasdhfah it's delicious

RIP table. It was hiding a Wolfwood and a big-ass cross machine gun.

LOL, the shot of the poor bartender mourning his awesome table.

Gods, the way Wolfwood's gone from leveling a gun at Vash's head to placing himself as a shield at Vash's back.... Ugh. These boys.

Haaaahahahahahahahaha, Wolfwood knows that Vash knows. And it just makes him like Vash more.

Meanwhile, Milly slept through their building getting the crap beat out of it. You go girl.

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Volume 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Volume 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Volume 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6

[ddejavvu]

Puppy!eddie gets so excited and eager sometimes so occasionally he’s not as gentle as he means to be. He nibbles fingers whenever your feed him some food but you always giggle about it so it’s okay, he thinks. Until one time he’s a bit too overeager, and draws blood. Only a pinprick in your finger, and it was an accident, but he gets so upset 🥺😭! He bursts into tears and runs away upstairs. Burying himself under your quilt and refusing to let you soothe him. Even tho his butts sticking out from the covers as he cries. He feels so bad!! 😖

AW OMG :(((( ugh he literally has his own food every single day. every single day you give him his own meals and somehow every day you end up tearing apart your sandwich to give him bites. he's too overeager though because he knows he's getting away with something he shouldn't be whenever he steals your food so he looks at you like >:)) and chomps on the sandwich that you're holding. anytime he accidentally catches your finger he smooches it in apology but you always giggle so he knows it doesn't hurt/that you're not mad. one day though, yeah, he doesn't realize your finger is where it is and his teeth come down a little too hard, and instead of your pretty laugh he hears oh! and tastes blood. i'm gonna give him the typical hybrid sob story and say he was definitely not treated well wherever he was before your place so the instant he realizes that he's hurt you he's having flashbacks and is so sure that you're gonna hurt him too. he knows you won't, but his brain is shut off at the red on your finger and he just bolts.

You're just glad he doesn't run out the door, but he does barricade himself in your room under the covers. yes omg his butt is sticking out and normally you'd pinch/squeeze it but now is not the time!! instead you sneak your head under the blanket he's hiding in and tell him in a very low, soft tone of voice i'm getting closer, okay? it's okay, you're safe, but i want you to know that I'm close to you right now. is that okay? and he shakes his head still in his teary frenzy so you back off a bit, give him some time to breathe before you wriggle forwards again, talking all the while so that he can hear your voice getting closer to him and he's prepared for the feeling of your lips on his nose. at first he flinches at the contact but when he realizes it's a kiss and not something that hurts he pops his eyes open and stares at you with the saddest expression you've ever seen :')) you swear your heart breaks then and there because who did this to your sweet boy?? you just smooch him all over the face because he deserves it!! he asks in a broken, strained voice why you're being so nice to him when he hurt you and you tell him it's because he didn't mean to!! everyone accidentally gets too rough sometimes or makes a silly mistake but that doesn't mean they're bad people and you promise promise promise that he's safe with you, that even if something happens by accident he does not have to be scared of you!!

he definitely needs cuddles for the rest of the night to really get it into his head but once he's passed out in your arms he gets it :')))

[wisismydumpstat]

Tell us everything you feel about Ascians and Shadowbringers, do! You only get to do this for the first time once after all, and we're all dying to know what you think is going on, what you are pretty sure is going on, what you are positive is NOT going on and every speculation and heart palpitation you got so we can all bask in the confusion and hand flapping by proxy.

Sorry about the late reply, this week has been A Week!

I was kinda waiting until I was a bit closer to the end of 5.0 before doing this, but it sounds fun and I think it's funnier if I do this now and then I keep updating all the things I was wrong about as I get closer and closer to the reveals!

So! I am currently on quest Return to Eulmore, 24 quests left to reach the end of Patch 5.0, and those are my opinions and feels about... stuff!

Spoiler-filled text dump incoming!

Ascians Ascians are cool! :D I'm a sucker for immortals of any kind, I do like their possession gimmick, I like that they're way too intense no matter what they're saying. I don't particularly sympathize with their revealed backstory so far, and I'm glad the game brought up the whole "Cool motive, still murder" aspect of it. And that's just assuming I actually trust Emet-Selch, which would be a stretch.

An Emet-Stretch.

Please laugh.

2. Shadowbringers

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I am really enjoying this expansion. I don't think it's a surprise to anyone at this point that I greatly enjoy drama and emotional pain, and this expansion is giving a lot of both in a very realistic way. I like the WoL's dialogue prompts getting angrier and snarkier as they get fed up with everything, I like people getting tired of all the secret-keeping and the moral ambiguity (Great for a plot, bad for a team), I like how hot Urianger is now, I love Alisaie having a well deserved turn on the spotlight, I like how hot Urianger is now, I like the whole "Ardbert and the WoL are friends now thanks to their mutual existential crisis" arc, I freaking love that Thancred is a dad now, and HAVE YOU SEEN URIANGER THIS EXPANSION??

3. Random speculation and thoughts!

I would like to punch Emet-Selch on the face. Amazing voice actor tho.

The whole absorbing-light-thingie is clearly bad. I would love to have something like an inner soul battle or something to destroy your corruption. Very Kingdom Hearts.

I... don't know what to think about the whole "Vauthry controls Sin Eaters" thing, but the way this expansion is going I fully expect to get into Eulmore and discover he has a disgusting one chained in a dungeon or something. Either that or Eulmore itself is a sin eater somehow. That'd be cool.

I don't trust the Crystal Exarch. At all. I would also like to punch him on the face, once I'm done with Emet-Selch. Which, admittedly, will take a while. This game has taught me that people with hoods and/or any way to cover their face are evil. Privacy bad.

Hydaelyn being a Primal makes So. Much. Sense. I was suspecting something was afoot since I realized every other deity and figure of legend was just a primal, but somehow I never made the connection.

Does that make the Echo just a very polite way of tempering?? Are the random flashbacks actually a "Go do my will" tactic instead of just a convenient plot artifact??

Someday I'll get Titania's theme out of my head.

It isn't gonna be today.

Help.

FALALALALALA

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Hello again 👋

Got another sleeping dogs request. Can you do wei x reader after the mission Final Kill (The mission where he finally finds Dogeyes and kills him)? Like something angsty where Wei is like 'I got revenge for Mimi, winston, and peggy) and reader is helping him with his grief.

I hope you get where I'm going with this lol.

Wei with s/o that's helping him with grief

- Okay so I imagine that y'all have been dating already, so he already trusts to tell you about stuff you know?

- You guys already live with each other so

- This was partly bc of it's easier to watch over you

- Since he knows where you are (mostly), he feels a little more at ease

- (Not completely though)

- With everything going on, I feel like he always worries about your safety

- 'I just- I just don't want to lose you too, okay (Y/n)?'

- Anyway, one day he just comes back home, covered in all sorts of messes

- Blood (both his and others), sweat, water, gasoline, ash, tears

- It was the tears that worried you

- You had seen him cry before, but not often

- So you know this was serious

- He had told you that he was going to kill Dogeyes, but you didn't really believe it

- But now?

- Seeing him, standing at the doorway, covered in dirt, tears in his eyes...

- He could barely close the door before collapsing

- You rushed to him as he fell to his knees, hugging him tight

- 'It's okay... I've got you... It's over Wei, it's over.'

- 'It's.... it's not though... it's not over until I get all the bastards who killed them...'

- You knew he was right.

- He wouldn't get any rest until then.

- 'Winston... Peggy.... Mimi...'

- Even saying that name caused him to cry more.

- You had managed to move him to the bed, letting him sit with you, tightly gripping you.

- It was like he thought you were going to leave too.

- 'They.... they fucking killed Peggy on her wedding day.... her fucking wedding day....'

- You had met Peggy once or twice. She seemed like a really nice woman. She didn't deserve this. None of them did.

- 'I.... I know sweetheart. I know. It's okay.'

- He quickly jolts up in a brief moment of anger

- 'How is it okay!?!?! They killed them!! They're dead now! And now everyone relies on me! How do I even...'

- He sits back down in tears, regretting even raising his voice.

- 'Fuck.... FUCK.'

- You know he didn't mean to, he's just overwhelmed by everything.

- 'You've done so well so far. Really well. They're proud of you. I know they are.'

- He doesn't know what else to say. He's ran out of words.

- 'I'm so... fucking tired... everyone's looking up to me... I can't fucking do it (Y/n)... I can't....'

- It's true. The entire gang looks up to him as their leader. It was too sudden.

- 'I can't fail them.... I can't do it...'

- He can't fail them like he did with her.

- (Mimi)

- 'You didn't do it. You didn't kill her.'

- He looks at you.

- 'I-I wasn't talking about...'

- 'You were thinking about it.'

- You know he still feels guilty about Mimi's death. It still hurts him like it did when she died.

- 'You didn't kill her. It was Dogeyes' fault.'

- He just buries his head in your chest. He can't even process anything correctly right now.

- '.....Fucking Dogeyes....'

- '.....Yeah...'

- 'I hate him.'

- You hold his face and look at him.

- 'He's dead now. He can't hurt anyone anymore.'

- That was true. Wei made sure of it.

- 'Sorry (Y/n). I bet I... sound like an idiot right now.'

- You can tell he's slowly picking himself up again.

- 'No. This is normal, healthy even. I'm glad you trust me with this. I love you.'

- Just saying that makes him feel better.

- 'Do you want to order? I can call for delivery or something Wei.'

- '....Alright.'

- As you phone a take-out, he comes up behind you and hugs you tight.

- 'Thanks.... I love you.'

[hedgiwithapen]

Happy au—or just a happy moment not seen in the show—where Cameron Mahkent does, however briefly, get to live the romcom life he deserves.

The first few attempts end in utter failure. Cameron crumples an entire sketchbook worth of pages of drafts until he's got something perfect, but that's only half the battle. He spends weeks practicing. All through December and January, he takes advantage of the ice on the ground and the cold in the air to help him stabilize his work. He knows he's running low on time, but he can't just ask Courtney. After everything she's done for him, she deserves better than a text, or casual conversation. So he stays up late and gets up early, trying again, and again, and again.

February first is cold and clean, and his hands shake as the ice coats his palms. He twists the ice, thin as paper, forming curves and points, and a long stem, then another, until he has an even dozen.

They won't last long, but they don't have to. He stands on Courtney's covered porch and knocks.

Inside, he sees her little brother jump to peer out the window at the top of the door. His voice is audible. "Hey Coooourt, you're boyfriend's here."

Cameron looks at his feet. He's not Courtney's boyfriend, exactly. He thinks he'd like to be.

She opens the door, beaming at him. "Cameron?" She asks. "What are you--"

"Do you want to go to the Valentine's Day Dance with me?" he asks, holding out the roses he's crafted. She takes them gingerly, like she can't bear the risk of breaking them.

"I'd love to," she says. "Did you make these? They're beautiful."

"You once said my powers could be… used for art," he says. "I'm glad you like them."

"I love them. Do you want to come inside? Pat's making waffles…"

She holds the door wide with one hand as the roses start to drip on the floor in the other.