#I'm so sorry this is so long and I really truly tried to scale back all my thoughts

[alltimefail-sims]

94% ! For any or all of your strangerville ocs!

94%. Your character is falling in love. Do they take things slow or fast? Do they make decisions or do they make a lot of compromises? How secure are they?

Ohhhhh man this is a sneaky cheeky question. I am going to be very careful answering this 🧐, but the responses will likely be long because ya'll know I loooooooove love!!

Zoe is demisexual and demiromantic which is important to note because falling in love for her has always felt a little different than it did for her peers. Growing up she was never relationship-crazy, she has had very few "crushes" and even fewer relationships. For her, falling in love really would happen slowly as the connection builds, but then, all at once, she would have a moment of realization where she realizes oh shit, I'm in love. If there's one thing she's gonna do, it's marry someone she sees as her best friend - she cares about a person's soul/heart/character. Zoe's love would come from such a vulnerable place as she has never had a serious enough relationship where she "fell in love" before. As for as the dynamics of a relationship, she would not date anyone who she didn't fully trust and compliment, so I actually think she'd be an even balance of decision-making and compromises (it would just depend on her partner, the situation they're faced with, etc.) She's a team player. If Zoe is saying she's "in love," she is all in and 100% secure. I'd say the most secure she has ever been was with her previous boyfriend who she dated from the last few months of high school (12th grade) to the first 3-or-so months of college (they broke up for a number of reasons) and she was only ever like 63% secure on any given day with him.

Erwin believes he'll never fall in love, full stop, for a number of reasons. Frankly, he's not even sure if he should fall in love and subject someone to the metaphorical baggage he carries around. His self-esteem is kind of all over the place as he's always been considered different, yet hookups and flings have always been accessible to him. What little actual relationship history he has is pretty toxic, if we're being honest. All that said... Erwin falling in love would scare the shit out of him lmao. I think he's the type of person who would scoff at the idea of falling in love quickly, but then it would happen to him and he would get it. Suddenly everything would make sense, the world would feel a little less heavy, he'd find himself wanting to be better for this person who he would treat like they hung the moon and the stars...he might even be happy for once and God is that foreign to him. He'd definitely tend to be the compromiser, not in a negative way but in the way that he's just happy to see his partner happy. He's spent so long alone and doing things "his way" that he'd be happy to let someone else take lead (and he'd probably welcome it because he is kind of a mess and notorious for making bad decisions lmao).

Anwar has only ever been in casual relationships, much to his family's dismay (he hasn't had a partner reach the "meet the family" stage, and he often jokes about being a bachelor for the rest of his life). He's very independent and very logical, but he's also got a bad habit of being a little too guarded with his heart. He comes off callous, but really it's just so he doesn't get hurt. But once you break through that and gain his trust he moves fairly quickly and he is very decisive, he is the type to fall hard and fall fast (but he'd be wary to scare off his partner with his intense feelings). I would argue that as tough as he seems, he's actually super chill and more likely to compromise. He's actually a big softie when it comes to the people he loves, he's very protective of them and he doesn't like fighting in general. He's definitely more of the "what can I do to help you," "how do you feel about this," "whatever you're comfortable with," and so-on type. He's always going to put his partner's comfort first, not because he feels like he has to but because he genuinely wants to.

Junia's first, honest reaction to falling in love would be to push the person away without question (literally making physical space if that's what it takes). She doesn't really want to fall in love and she's emotionally constipated in my opinion lmao. It isn't until the feelings are unbearable to bury any more; when she's sketching their smile, thinking about them while laying in the dark, is looking for excuses to do little things for them or to just subtly touch them that she would admit she has feelings for them. She is going to move painfully slow, she's going to resist it as much as possible, and she would never tell someone that she is into them first even if she was grossly in love with them. Once the relationship is on though, she's very upfront about her needs and boundaries. She's probably more of the decision-maker, but in all likelihood she's the one with a more difficult past so she has barriers to work through that her partner might not have. It's important to note that even though she is the decision-maker, this mostly goes hand-in-hand with her "she asked for no pickles" demeanor in the relationship lol. Idk that she would ever be 100% secure in any friendship, nonetheless a relationship, but I'd argue she would try her hardest to be (she knows she's fiercely loyal and wouldn't leave her partner, but loving someone requires a lot of trust that they won't leave, and that's hard for her).

Tashia is pretty straightforward: her preference would always be to move quickly once feelings are there. She wants kids, she wants a big family, she wants a life-partner and is a super romantic. If she was falling in love she would be obvious about it, she would be really flirty and thoughtful and wouldn't think twice about making her intentions known. She's a fine-ass, educated, confident woman! In relationships she's always been very decisive, but I imagine she knows when to take the lead and when to let her partner call the shots. She's a great listener and likes to see things from more than just her own perspective, so as long as someone isn't asking her to compromise one her dreams/ambitions/long-term goals, she's very happy to try things a different way than she originally planned.

Beckett's answer is the most difficult to me because he is a little bit of everything - for him, his response time and stature in a relationship is situational. With some people he moves fast, and in general he just feels like there's no reason to waste time if he is into someone. On the other hand, he's also sooooo shy and kind of terrible at flirting so sometimes things happen slower than he originally intended. He is very passive by nature, so he tends to opt to his partner to be the one making decisions, but he is opinionated - he just generally feels like his opinions don't really matter or aren't important enough to share. If he were to fall in love he would be sooooooooo sure of his feelings though, he'd be super vocal about it, and he would feign a lot of confidence with his partner like, "you know I'm hot" or "you know you love me." He'd be lying though if he didn't admit that he deals with the fear of not being good enough and he would need a little reassurance from his significant other from time to time.

Prompt here - ask me about my OCs!

[redsrooftopprincess]

I love absolutely everything you've posted for Raph, and I was reading through your disability HC again, and if you have time. Could you do a small fic or headcanons of Raphael getting a massage from his beautiful to help relieve some of his pain?

I'M SO SORRY I tried to write this THREE TIMES THREE DIFFERENT WAYS and make it sweet and heartfelt....

But the boy wanted smut.

Where There's Smoke

Fem reader x Raphael

🌶️🌶️🌶️

Warnings: marijuana, smut

If you're a minor *makes a shooing motion* go'way.

The cloud you exhale hangs in the air, curling around the lamplight. You sit in the warm comfort of your apartment, sat sideways, legs draped over Raphael's lap on the loveseat. He reaches over and plucks the joint from your outstretched hand.

"mmm..." you say, smiling, as he takes a long drag. You lean your head against the back of the couch, and close your eyes with a sigh, as the indica flows through your system and washes away a truly shitty week.

When you open them, he is exhaling nearly half the joint. You laugh and wave the smoke out of your face. It look a lot to get the turtles high. Mike and Donnie were still working on a strain powerful enough to do the job, but it was slow going and more of a fun pet project than a priority.

However, you know better than to take more than one *small* hit of the boys' weed. You only had to make that mistake once.

You love nights like this. His very rare nights off, when it's just the two of you hanging out in your apartment. When you could convince him to smoke with you it was even better, because, for a few hours, his pain was a little more manageable.

You swing your legs off of him and he groans quietly when you push off of his thigh to stand up. "Shit! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

He laughs gently, "Yeah. No, it's fine. Felt good, actually." He sighs, "Rough week."

You tilt your head to the side and look down at him for a moment before your eyes narrow the corner of your mouth turns up slowly. He knows that look. You have an idea.

He's a little more than slightly worried as he watches you dash out of the living room and down the hall into the bathroom. There is a reason you and Donnie are best friends. This could go in literally any direction. You return a few moments later with a bottle in hand.

You walk around to the front of the couch and, tug on his jeans, "Lose 'em," you say. It wasn't weird for him to get comfortable at your house. You'd patched him up enough times that seeing him in his underwear was pretty normal.

You set down the bottle of lotion on the coffee table, and walk away to grab a towel. He squeezes his eyes shut and rubs his forehead when the realization hits him. "(Y/N), you really don't have to do this."

You ignore him, and return, setting the towel on the table.

He sighs, sitting up, "Seriously, (Y/N) you don't have to do this -"

"Shut up." You say firmly, but not unkindly, looking up from what you're doing. His beak snaps shut. You didn't get firm with him often, so when you did, he paid attention. "You do everything for everyone else, let someone take care of you for once." The gaze you held had no room for argument, and he sighs and stands up, removing his jeans. He gives you an exasperated look during the entire process.

You can't help but steal a glance at his thighs as he sits back down. The way the muscles move beneath his scarred scales makes your mouth water.

To say you are holding a torch for the terrapin would be a lie. It's more like a barely controlled forest fire. He was beautiful in so many ways, and if it didn't make him so uncomfortable you would compliment his body more often.

You instruct him to rest one foot on the coffee table and you straddle his leg, knowing that making any kind of difference was going to require a lot more strength than was in your hands.

"Y/N..."

You reach forward and flick the middle of his forehead without looking, while you snatch the bottle off of the coffee table with your other hand.

"Ow! Hey! What the hell was that for?!" He exclaims, rubbing his head.

"I heard you the first time," you say casually, not looking up from pouring the lotion into your palm.

You rub lotion between your hands to warm it up, before pressing your hands down just above his knee and using nearly your entire weight to push along his quad.

"mmm fuck..." He groans, sinking back further in the couch, no longer interested in protesting as his eyes fall closed. You press your lips together, trying to ignore how hot that was and failing miserably.

In your intoxicated state, you may not have thought this whole thing through.

You had been growing closer. You're not sure when it happened, but touches have become softer, hugs longer. You drift to each other's side, even if you start out on opposite ends of a room. It was something both of you noticed, and neither of you acknowledged.

Your friendship has continued as if nothing has changed, but mundane moments are becoming more intimate, and intimate moments more frequent, and right now you were straddling his thigh and the soft groans and sighs you were pulling from him with every ministration were doing nothing for your composure.

Between the weed and the massage, this is the most relaxed he's felt in a while. He thinks to himself that he's going to have to do something really nice for you later.

You, however, are experiencing the exact opposite effect. The drug has made your body more sensitive, and with every brush of his leg between yours as you move along his thigh, ripples of sensation move up and out. You really hope he's too high to notice you shiver.

He shifts his weight, raising his leg, and accidentally brushing against your core. The small sound that escapes you makes both of you freeze.

That tiny sound, barely louder than a whisper had gone off like a gun shot in his head, shutting down every other one of his senses that wasn't completely honed in on you. There was no way that actually just happened, right?

He looks down at you, while you look away, face burning. There's no way he doesn't know your into him now, and now you've made things weird and awkward. You try to come up with a way to brush off what just happened, terrified of what he must think of you.

The only thing he's thinking is that whatever he has to do to get you to make that sound again, he's gonna to do it. And then he's gonna do it again.

Taking your chin in his hand, he turns you to face him as he places the other on your waist. Holding your gaze with a curious expression, your heart pounds as he pulls his leg off the table so that his foot is on the floor.

He flexes, his thigh pressing into you, and you shut your eyes, drawing a shuddering breath as you feel a flood of warmth at your core. You scent blooms upward into him and his grip around your waist tightens, while his other hand also falls to your waist. When you open your eyes, he is looking down at you with a dark smirk. That was all the validation he needed.

He pulls you up and then back against his thigh, watching your eyes fall closed and your mouth fall open. Your breathing stutters as your hips involuntarily rock against him. When he presses up harder against you, a moan is torn from your throat and you have to brace yourself on his leg.

He grabs the leg in between his own and pulls you up and it over, so that you're straddling his waist. He crashes his lips to yours, the weed making everything hazy and dream-like, and you open to him gladly, tangling his tongue with your own.

His hands slide up your waist, and you only separate for a moment, to help him remove your shirt, before crashing back into him like a wave. When you rock your hips against the growing bulge in his boxer briefs, his mouth is ripped from yours in a groan.

You reach for him, almost desperately, to bring his mouth back to yours, but he removes his hands from your waist and places them on your shoulders to stop you, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Wait... Sweetheart..." He's panting and trembling and it's taking all his restraint to not buck his hips into you, "If we keep going, this is gonna happen... And I need to know it's not just the weed. That this is really what you want..."

He looks at you and everything in him was screaming to just take you. You've wanted her since the day you met. She's ready. She's *more* than willing... but he's not an animal. And if it's not what you actually want it would ruin your friendship.

You look up at him in disbelief, also trembling. Sliding a hand to the back of his neck, you pull him down to you, brushing your lips against his with a whispered, "It is."

You're not sure when or how you ended up against the wall, with him grinding his thigh against your cunt, but you are not complaining. In fact, the only intelligible thought screaming through your veins at the moment is

MORE.

You grind hard against him, clenching around nothing, and in a moment it feels like you might drown in the emptiness. You whimper into his mouth. "Raph... Please..."

He doesn't need to be asked twice. He carries you to your bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours, and lays you on the bed. Detaching your legs from him he grabs the waistband of your cotton shorts and and removes them and your soaked panties in one motion

He looks at you, for just a moment, naked and trembling and wanting HIM, and he commits the sight to memory, before smirking like the devil and diving in like a man starved.

"Fuck! " you cry, arching, as he licks a stripe up your cunt, drinking your arousal like wine, savoring you on his tongue. You're already so sensitive. His tongue swirls around your clit and you shudder as pleasure ripples through your body.

He licks up your slit again and again, before pulling your thighs further apart and fucking you with his tongue. The soft feeling of his tongue curling inside you lights up your nervous system like a Christmas tree, and soon you're a trembling, whimpering mess.

You almost protest as his tongue leaves you, but it's quickly replaced by an oversized digit pushing into you slowly. His tongue returns to your clit, swirling and sucking, devouring you as the cord inside your center winds tighter.

Curling his finger up, and finding that secret spot inside of you, you feel as though you'd fall apart if he wasn't holding you together.

The cord pulls tight, and with a gasp, snaps. You come undone. With your hand on the back of his head, your moans ricocheting off the walls, you ride out your release.

You come back to consciousness as he's crawling up your body, having removed the last barrier between you. He attacks your throat, licking and scenting, giving you no time to recover, his instincts screaming for him to mark you as HIS.

His lips return to yours as he slides his own arousal against your folds, coating himself in your slick. He moans softly at your warmth and finally starts pushing into you slowly.

The way he stretches you fills you completely, and every inch feels like embers scattering through your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his, whimpering and shuddering as he bottoms out.

He stills for a moment, trembling, attempting to control this breathing, not wanting this to be over before it starts.

With a shuddering breath he moves so slowly, pulling all the way out before returning to sheathe himself inside of you. He gradually finds his rhythm, and you move together pushing and pulling like a bellows, feeding the scattered sparks inside you.

He slides a hand under your thigh, hitching it up to go deeper.

As his speed increases, the embers catch inside your skin and set you alight. It almost feels like you can't breath for the fire in your veins, but you are somehow able to moan his name, so you're probably okay.

Keening moans escape you, and he swallows them greedily, kissing you with everything he has and everything he's ever wanted. Kissing you as if by doing so he could convince you to stay like this forever.

You feel your release building, and by the stuttering groans and whispers of your name, you can tell his isnt far behind.

You reach up and touch his face, and he lifts his head to look at you, never slowing. You wanted him to see, to know that you were there with him, that you were his.

You gasp, and with a cry you arch into him as the fire consumes you. He wraps an arm around you, holding you against him as he follows suit, moaning your name into your shoulder as he spills himself into you.

After a moment to catch your breath, you shiver as he pulls himself from you. Lying on his side to face you, he reaches out and pulls you to him holding you, breathless, as you both come down from your high.

Foreheads touching, eyes closed, you just breath each other in, both of you in kind-of-but-not-really disbelief.

He lifts his head and looks down at you. You open your eyes to meet his, and they shine with affection and gratitude and maybe something deeper, but that was a conversion for a different day.

"So..." he says softly, "when are we gonna do the other leg?" He grins as you laugh and slap him half-heartedly on the chest.

"You're a dick."

"You love it."

.....

He's not wrong.

.....

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[vainvenus]

hey freaky ppl. my request is really simple bc i need to recover from this angst fic i read of sejanus LMAO

so i was thinking of peacekeeper sej and covey reader, but the way they meet is completely different. he would catch the reader sneaking off over the fence with a bag of supplies.

i’m thinking that someone at the covey had gotten ill and the reader was met with the task of gathering herbs needed outside of the fence.

i feel like sej would first be what any other peacekeeper would be and follow and be like “wtf are u doin” but then like he’d understand and let her keep running off into the woods and meadow. IDK I THINK THIS IS CUTE

⌲;꒰ Fence girl. ꒱

Pairing :: Peacekeepers!Sejanus x Fem!Reader

Synopsis - Sejanus catches someone sneaking over the fence and tries to do his job ( he doesn't).

Includings :: Covey member!reader, sejanus hating his job AND being bad at his job, he has a soft spot for (everything) reader, horrible first impressions, mostly fluff, this is kinda short

An :: Sorry this took so long...jumping from fandom to fandom is NOT for the weak

Sejanus never truly wanted to be a peacekeeper, yes he wanted to help people but obviously not in this kind of way.

Peacekeepers were often cruel and stern, they stood their ground for what they stood for and their morals were aligned in a way that didn't quite align with Sejanus's.

But it was far too late to turn back, he already was at twelve and already buzzed his curls so he was stuck here with a job he hated. Not much could be done.

And Sejanus did try to do his job, he tried to be like his friend Coriolanus who was stern and took the job very seriously but of course, there were times where he struggled.

Like right now, he was frozen with confusion as he watched a girl with [h/c] hair scaling one of the fences. She had a dark brown bag around her shoulder. His brows furrowed even more as he wondered what was she doing.

But then he had to remember his job and how what the girl was doing was very much something he had to report.

No one was allowed beyond the fences because one, it was seen as dangerous because they were made to keep wild animals.

And two, it was seen as rebellious since at some point if anyone was able to get far enough they could leave the district and start their own life far far away from all of this mess.

Sejanus looked around, slight panic wavering in his eyes as he realized he was the only one who had noticed the girl climbing up and over the wall. She was almost out of his sight, her dark green skirt blending in with the scenery.

He cursed under his breath as he started to climb up the fence, hopping over it and looking in the direction of the girl. She seemed to be in a rush as she looked around the field.

"Excuse me! You know you're not allowed to be here, right?"

His voice seemed to have startled her as she jumped a bit, she looked him up and down quickly. She clenched the brown bag as he eyes glanced to the gun he was holding and he saw how she tensed up, her eyes growing wide.

She looked scared– no, terrified. Like a rabbit behind hunted by a fox.

That was another thing Sejanus hated about being a peacekeeper, no matter what he was always going to be feared because of that stupid uniform and the firearms they had to wield while on patrol.

It didn't matter how gentle he was as long as he was in uniform.

"Please...don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? I..I wasn't gonna- look, you're not allowed to be past that fence. I won't report you or anything, I swear. But you could get hurt or lost-"

"I know where I'm going." She had cut his worried rambling short, grip tightening on her bag.

His brows furrowed in slight curiosity. "And just where is that?"

"There's a few herbs down from here near a river." She replied. "I need to get them for a friend of mine...she's sick and we can't exactly afford medicine at the moment." She murmured the last bit but loud enough for Sejanus to frown.

He knew he shouldn't. He knew he should have done his job and escorted her back over the fence.

But of course Sejanus's heart always won over his brain so before he could even stop himself he had said;

"Alright. You can go."

A warm smile had spread onto the features of the girl in front of him, her eyes glistening with hope as she uttered; "Really?"

Sejanus nodded, looking over his shoulder just to be safe. "Yes, really. But, I have to walk with you and you need to make it as quick as possible."

"Deal! I'll be quicker than two shakes of a lamb's tail." She giggled and Sejanus couldn't help but smile as he followed beside her.

As they walked, Sejanus took small glanced over at her. Her sense of style didn't seem to fit twelve, everybody remotely dressed the same with mostly dull colors or neutral tones but she had a much more lively pallette with splashes of red, orange and yellow.

"Starings rude, you know."

He quickly looked away, pressing his lips together in a thin line as she had cracked another smile before laughing and playfully hitting his arm.

"I'm just playing around! Jeez, for a peacekeeper you sure are sheepish." She hummed as she looked up at him and he glanced back over at her.

"Yeah, I'm horrible at my job I know."

"I'm not complaining, just glad I got one of the good ones." She smiled before she realized they were near the river and she crouched down near one of the nearby trees.

Sejanus watched as she pulled out a small jar and began picking dark purple berries, careful placing them into the jar. He tilted his head a bit while he watched her like a curious child.

"Elderberries." She spoke and his brows knitted together before she continued to explain. "Help with the immune system. We crush em' and brew em' into a real sweet tea."

Sejanus nodded as he knelt down. "Can I help?"

"You really are different, hm?" She tilted your head up at him, giving a teasing smile. "Kind, thoughtful and helpful? Are you sure you picked the right job?" She asked as she handed him one of the small jars and he shook his head.

"I wanted to be a medic." He said as he carefully picked the berries, putting them into the jar and the girl beside him hummed in amusement.

"That's surprising. What made you change your mind?"

"A friend. I'm only here because of him, oh and a little bit of rule breaking back home.." He sheepishly admitted and she giggled, standing up.

"Well you are just full of surprises, huh?"

Sejanus shrugged with a smile as he placed the jar carefully into her bag. "Guess I am."

As the two had walked back to the fence, Sejanus had picked a perfect spot where there was no one on patrol at the moment. It was like she had never even went over the wall.

He helped her over it, giving her a small boost up before climbing over it himself and he dusted off his uniform as he placed her bag back in her hands and she hummed a 'thank you' as she put it back over her shoulder.

"Y'know, I hope we meet again. Under better circumstances, of course."

"Me too- wait, I never caught your name."

She giggled, turning on her heel. "I never threw it!"

|★|

It had been a couple of weeks since his run-in with that [h/c] haired girl. Weeks since and he hadn't seen her again, he hoped that meant that her friend had gotten well enough that she didn't have to sneak over the fence again.

He was still thinking about her as he sat with Coriolanus, sitting at one of the tables as he was watching Lucy Gray perform. He was never as wowed, mainly because unlike those in the capitol he grew to already appreciate music.

"Whoops! Coming through, Blondie!" A familiar voice giggled as a girl with [h/c] haired brushed past the two to set some drinks off at the table next to them and Sejanus's eyes widened.

The fence girl.

He immediately stood up and walked over to her and as soon as she had turned to face him her face broke into a smile which he copied.

"You again!"

"Me again."

She gave him a skeptical gaze yet there was a playful smile on his face. "Are you stalking me?"

"Yeah. And it was just so hard because you never tossed me your name." He sighed like a damsel in distress, shaking his head.

She had giggled, holding out her hand. "[Y/n]."

He shook it, keeping a gentle yet firm grasp on it. He thought that maybe being a peacekeeper wasn't all too bad now.

"Sejanus."

[soaps-mohawk]

I have returned 👹👹👹 (with the courage to let go of anonymity). A lot has happened in life recently, and I stopped reading bc i was in such a depression. For a bit, I’d given up on really anything.

I FLEW through the latest chapters, ate them up and then licked the plate as well. Alot has happened in the story since I last read, and holy SHIT. To say I’ve been climbing the walls is an understatement. I’ve scaled the walls and hung from the ceiling of the little house in my brain several times over, like a damn spider. 👹

Dear reader/OC has been through. So much. 😞 I admire her strength, I adore her will. The Feral 👹 in my head is pleased to see her shirk her softness for claws and teeth. To do what must be done. But I hate that she was pushed so far, far enough to need her claws and teeth to survive.

It’s an interesting feeling, to be in my own slump and processing my own trauma, and then come back to find OC in a similar place. We’re together in that, and the feral creature that prowls my head and heart has wrapped herself around OC in my mind, has chosen to become soft fur and warmth, for her and for me. For now we will rest together.

The relationship between me and OC, in my mind, is similar to a personality split. She isn’t me, but she is part of me. Her experience is my experience. Her pain is mine to hold. The feral thing living in my brain is similar, though we ARE the same. She is me, like the flip side of a coin. I’m not sure how else to explain the feeling.

Anyway, back to the story 💀 I still have a lot of love for Ghost, and feel like his quiet strength would be comforting in this moment. But he could’ve, and should’ve, questioned Price, said something. ANYTHING. Tried to convince him. And yet he didn’t, and look where we are. He didn’t make the call. But he was part of the decision, by not questioning it. And he continues to let OC suffer because he’s still too afraid of himself and his own vulnerability to do what she needs.

I still have a lot of love for ghost, but The Feral in me would bare teeth and growl a warning, from her spot twisted around OC like a living blanket, if he came too close right now.

I can’t wait to see where we go from here, and I continue to deeply adore your writing style. Everything you detail is so enchanting, it feels like truly being able to experience what I read. 🫶🏻

Perhaps the next time I slink in, the feral in me will have more energy to send in an ask with more umph. This ask doesn’t have the same energy the ones before did. Regardless, we felt a check-in was due. 😌👹😌

Apologies, for the super long AMA.

Until next time~

-Your Feral 👹🫶🏻

Don't apologize for the long comment!!! I greatly enjoy reading through everyone's thoughts, short or long!!

Honestly it was probably for the best you didn't read it until now 😭 I'm so sorry you were going through some depression. That's no fun at all and I hope you're doing at least a little better now 💚

A lot has happened over the last few chapters. Things fell apart and are now starting to be pieced back together bit by bit slowly.

That is an interesting parallel but I'm so glad you can find a little comfort in 'mega's situation and how it mirrors your own. I hope things start to get easier for you like they are for 'mega.

Simon...he's got his own stuff going on. We'll see that here soon in the story as things play out. There's a lot going on for all of them and they all are making bad decisions (except 'mega my baby can do no wrong).

This one feels umphy enough for me!! But if you're up to it then I certainly won't complain about more feral energy. You have plenty of time to build that back up now.

It is good to hear from you again, though!! I'm glad you're alright even if you're not quite alright. You know what I mean. Anyway, it's good to have you back!! 💚💚💚

[swearyshera]

Advance apology for the long ask in a likely sea of 'em. A lot of people talk about wishing they could experience something they love again for the first time, this series was genuinely as close to that as I've ever felt. Just given the span of time my attention flucuated on and off but once the latter half of s4/s5 began my attention was absolutely nailed to your feed. Its up with Dragon Ball Z Abridged as parody series that become so dramatically effective they become a valid or definitive way to experience the series. Goddamned sensational.

Your portrayals of the characters soar. They provide a hilarious, cruder take on each that still cuts right to the soul of who these people are and lays it bare, which I think is the mission of any good-natured parody. Adora, Catra, Glimmer, Scorpia, Bow, Prime etc. There is not one that does not shine. It tackled a ton of issues and misgivings I had about canon, and even elevated or clarified many scenes and arcs through addressing them a more direct fashion. You took full advantage of not having to dress up and dance around the dark subjects canon was sort of doomed to handle inadequately given its age bracket and thematic priorities. Many scenes were jawdropping. Ive raved about it before, but your scene with Glimmer actually talking about her mom with Catra still leaves me gobsmacked every time I reread it. Your big moments towards the finale btwn Adora and Catra are obviously sublime and tie their wonderful arc off fantastically, but in my heart of hearts that cell talk will be the crown jewel of this project. Loved seeing the LGBT message take center stage in way canon had to hold back. To paraphrase Tolkien, I'm can't count myself among those gifted people, and youve def got a target audience in mind, but if youve ever worried if your stories resonate on a quote unquote "more universal" level, I promise you can put those worries to bed. Since becoming an adult ive intentionally sought out more and more queer-inclusive/created stories and I havent regretted it a bit, and the rising tide of fascist sexist/homo/transphobic bile in politics gets more and more frightening. But I've also seen how strong and resilient LGBT people are in the face of it, empowering themselves in no small part thru stories like yours. Please don't ever give up on your art. The world needs artists like you. Sorry if I come off pretentious or condescending, I feel like that when I try to get everything I think out at once. I'll be among the first to come running if you ever start another project like this or make something on an even grander scale. Thank you a thousand times for this. Also writing a wholeass sitcom pilot based on an offhand quasi-joke I made is the most weirdly touching thing I think anyones ever done "for me" (at least nominally cuz of me), especially a stranger. So thank you for that too.

Aw, you'll make me cry, you know! I think you've understood everything I wanted to do with this strip (or at least, when I started thinking beyond just 'characters saying fuck'), and... yeah, it's been an incredible journey, both for the blog and for me personally.

I've always tried to keep the parody good-natured. You can often tell, particularly in parody, when the creator dislikes one particular character (I mean, Horde Prime was probably the exception here), but I love all of them, so it really comes from a place of love. It's quite odd because I never set out to "fix" the show, and I wouldn't want to, but some things I've done seem to have had such an impact that a lot of people think I have done just that.

The Glimmer/Catra conversation is absolutely one of my favourite things I've written from this. It's such a pivotal moment in both their stories and character development, and I am truly humbled that multiple people have called it 'better than canon'. Like... I'm just some person trying to be funny and occasionally serious, and people are saying something I wrote is better than what a team of experienced professional writers did? Give over, no... But it's still a moment I can be proud of.

I won't be stopping writing things. This whole blog has given me a new lease of life and something to aim towards. I've got an excellent pilot script pretty much finished, and I do want to bring Hellspawn up to that standard too (thank you for suggesting someone make a Sweary Frosta sitcom - I'm someone!). That may well involve a complete re-write, but I'll be sure to share it.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your kind words along the way. It really keeps me going :)

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello! :) :) :)

I love your stories 🥺🥺

Is it alright to ask for a reader X Trafalgar Law? But reader has this... Like...

It's hard to explain so I hope you don't mind 😭

Anyway, reader has this blood? Heritage? Thingy where they're the descendants of mighty dragons that once ruled the earth but was eradicated due to humanity's greed but reader's parents managed to escape but of course once she grew old, people found out and also killed their parents (BC they think that dragons are now this huge violent creatures since misconception and change of history in the past), but reader managed to run off.

Now, reader is almost as big as their ancestors in dragon form but semi, they're still tall (probably 6'5?) With big strong wings and horns that like... Loop around their ears (I can't explain it but like a goat's horn), and their entire human being is just 6'2 in height since they carry their ancestor's genes of big and mighty.

It's up to you about the gender but I think angst or fluff would do?

(side note, I think law would fanboy cause he's a fan of ninjas, why not a fan of dragons lol)

I finally figured out how to write this one! Also, as a note, I made Law super duper nerdy in this. I'm sorry if that's not how you see him, but the man is a nerd.

Warnings: major Law nerd-age, GN!Reader

Word Count: 1290

     Looking up at the sky, you couldn’t help but wish you could be up there, wings spread out. To not only stretch your wings, but to feel the wind against your horns and through your hair. Scales that ran across your arms and legs in odd patches of color, over the backs of your forearms and elbows, down the sides of your thighs and covering most of your calves, splattered across your cheeks like colored diamonds. Your horns that started along your hairline before curling back around your ears, sharp tips pointing up just in front of your ears. Large wings that stretched out, more than double your height from tip to tip. Oh how you longed to glide across the currents once more, to soar through the air! Closing your eyes, you pushed away from the railing before heading back inside. Continuing to stare at the sky would only make the yearning worse. Part of you wanted to blame humanity for its greed, for its fear, but you couldn’t. At least, not entirely. You’d met humans that were kind, that were understanding and sweet. Humans that were giving and generous. 

     Despite how kind they were, however, you were still cautious. Your parents had met kind and caring humans, they’d thought they might be okay. Yet because of that, they no longer roamed this earth. You wondered if you were the last. The last of your kind. Were there still others like you? Wiping away a few tears, you tried to compose yourself. The others would want to know why you were crying and you refused to tell them. Refused to let them know what you were. 

     The way you always stared at the sky had always bothered him. As if your heart ached. He didn’t understand why you stared at the sky in such a way. Was there something you had lost? Perhaps someone you knew had flown you up there? He’d asked why you were always staring up at the sky before, but had gotten little in the way of answers. You always avoided the questions or gave him answers he couldn’t understand. It frustrated him to no end. He wanted to help you but what could he truly do if you wouldn’t tell him? Watching you step once more below deck, he recognized that look on your face. You’d been staring at the sky again. You always had a sorrowful look on your face when you’d been staring at the sky. 

     “You really should tell me what’s bothering you. Not only are we together, but I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” Law said bluntly, making you frown. 

     “Nothing’s wrong. I don’t know why you insist that there is. Do I look like there is?” you asked, hoping that you looked fine. 

     “Yes. Everytime you look at the sky. I need you to tell me.” he said sternly, the look in his eyes hard. You turned away from him. You… you couldn’t tell him… could you?

     “No. You have your secrets and I have mine.” you said stubbornly. You suddenly found yourself in his room, the walls plastered with various posters.

     “Then I’ll tell you my secrets.” he said plainly as you looked around his room. What was all this? Posters of Sora, warrior of the sea, ninjas, the Sora comics Germa 66, most of them starring Sora defeating them, and… Dragons. Scattered across the room, interspaced between the Sora and ninja posters were ones of dragons. Large, fearsome creatures that were spitting fire. Elegant, long dragons that danced among the clouds. Titans that sat upon mountains of gold! And graceful, luminescent creatures that stood proudly in the moonlight.

     “I… don’t understand.” you said softly, walking over to a small stuffed dragon that hid behind a lamp, as if he had tried to hide it from view.

     “These are my… interests. As a child I adored the Sora, Warrior of the Sea comics. I find ninjas interesting and dragons fascinating.” he admitted, pulling his hat down over his face, embarrassed by what he was showing you. 

     “You… this is…” biting your lip, you took a deep breath, “Sora isn’t real, ninjas probably aren’t all they’re cracked up to be and dragons are mythical monsters.” you said, trying to hold back how much your own words hurt you. Law glared slightly.

     “The Sora comics don’t have to be real, he stood for justice, they were good comics that I enjoyed as a child.” Law defended, “How would you know anything about ninjas? And there exist real life, historical accounts of dragons.” he growled. You were mocking him! At least, that’s how it felt.

     “Fine, they were good comics, but you’ve never met any ninjas either! And okay, so they once existed, they’re still violent, fearsome beasts!” again and again, your own words stabbed at your heart. A fearsome beast. As if, by merely existing, you deserved death. Law’s glare turned from irritation into anger.

     “We don’t know that! Are all giants dumb brutes? All pirates, greedy, violent, humans!” he shouted. He was getting pissed off that you were trashing things that he enjoyed. He’d wanted to open up to you so you would do the same to him. Now he wondered if he had made a mistake.

     “I DO KNOW THAT!” You shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks as you let your half form show, wings sprouting from your back, horns curling around your head as scales emerged across your body, “I know that because that’s why I’m hunted! I know that because that’s why my parents were killed! I KNOW THAT BECAUSE I AM ONE!” you continued to scream, your body shaking as the tears continued to pour down your cheeks in waterfalls as Law stood there in shock. You’d always been a few inches shorter than him, still tall, but a few inches shorter. Now, if he counted the extra height from your horns, you technically stood an inch or two taller. Slowly, he walked forward. With each step forward, you took one back until you were against the wall. He was going to kill you. You feared you were the last of your kind and now… now there would be no one left. Turning your head to the side, you prepared yourself for his blow.

     Law put his hand on your cheek, making you face him before pressing his lips against yours, shocking you. Your eyes snapped open, widening for a moment before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back with all that you had. He felt your desperation, your pain, your sadness, longing, and fear. Years worth of hiding from humanity pent up and hidden away. But he accepted you, he was… pleased with your form, he still wanted you.

     “I know you, Y/n, perhaps not as well as I wish I had, but you’re not violent, not someone to be feared. Clearly, dragons have been given far too negative a reputation, worse than pirates. But I’ll never hurt you, you’ll always be safe with me. I promise.” he said softly. Wrapping your arms around him tighter, you clung to him, allowing yourself to sob into his shoulder. Years upon years of fear, knowing that you would be killed, that you would be rejected, yet he stood here, telling you that he still loved you. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you, soothing you. No matter what you looked like, who or what you were, he’d always love you. He’d love you because he knew you, knew the real you, what you were truly like. You were not someone or something to be feared. If anything, and he’d never admit this aloud, he loved you more for it.

[dootznbootz]

YOOOO I LOVE THE HEADCANONS SO MUCH. Especially the one where the type of the water affectes the appearance, that's so so neat

Also,, what do you think happens to a naiad (or someone of naiad descent) when they stay out of water for too long? Do they get sick? Do they eventually die? Would only water heal them or could something else (eg. eating fish) at least "stabilize" them?

And how would rain affect them? Would they be able to spend more time out of water when it's raining? Or could they maybe even bend the rain to their will? Of course rain comes from the clouds/sky which is not in their domain,, but if the raindrops are low enough, could it work? :0

Sorry if this was too long, i just really liked the headcanons and they made me think hahahaha

sdlkfj Thank you!!! Don't ever be sorry, Niko! I'm happy you like them so much!!! And always feel free to chatter away with me!! :D I think a LOT about the Naiad dynamics as they're really fun!!!! And as someone who grew up with a lot of river stuff, it's really nice and fun!

It's part of the reason why Penelope's smaller and has straight black hair :D As she was born a month early, it caught Periboea by surprise and she just went into the nearest creak :D (probably was mostly alone too)

It was calm at first before suddenly the current got fast and Penelope was swept away. Obviously terrifying. To say the least, some ducks brought her back :P (I really love the duck myth. It's neat and to have Penelope be associated with ducks while Helen is kind of associated with swans itches my brain just right >:D (Swans are bigger than ducks as well. like how I think of Helen and Penelope!) I like the thought of Odysseus "always thanking the ducks" whenever he sees them even while away. He gives them peas to eat and just gets happy when they fly overhead :'D

Penelope is a bit self-conscious about being born from a creek while her mom and most of her other siblings are from the river. (she's also the youngest and smaller.) Penelope was actually really worried about this and even kind of tried to not say that her water broke and was just like "hey, let's go here! No reason! :'D " because she wanted to get to the "better source of water" to give birth to Telemachus.

Odysseus: I can't believe you did that! >:( Penelope: HEy! Me and our son are fine!! The contractions didn't even start yet and we still made it to the river!!! And he'll be so strong, Odysseus! :D

Honestly they'd kind of "dry" out and just... really uncomfortable. I can imagine they kind of shed scales and just feel sick and unwell. Probably if you gave them a glass of water they'd rather dump it over their head :P Would eventually die if they don't get enough :'D If you marry a naiad-born person and don't have what they need, then you're a shit spouse. It is basically common knowledge, even for non-naiad born. Leda, for example, with Tyndarius, makes sure he has his "dips" in the water if she notices it's been a while or that he starts itching his skin. (Odysseus makes damn well sure she has enough water. Not only did he carve her a "nest" as a wedding bed, but he also has a pool with a canal that could go to the caves if she needed that's basically right outside their chamber :D Where she and Telemachus go a lot (especially during the suitors). He thought of EVERYTHING. It's seeing the bed and the pool where she realizes that this man truly loves her and that she loves him as well. She knew before that "she would be happy with him" and did love him but this is where she was hit with "omfg this is like the tales poets sing about. holy shit." )

Oh boy the RAIN >:)

Yes they can do SOOO much with it. It's actually a very joyous and playful time for most naiads and basically, everyone leaves their spots of water to just run around and play and dance. (and Helen and Pollux :P but uh...they do make it "sparky" so they only run around where there's no big body of water.) And it's actually another thing that naiads have over nereids as rain has no salt :P

It also helps with yeah, Helen and Pollux, as when these two get pretty emotional the clouds start to form. Helen likes to mess with people by giving them a "static shock" as it's funny and "minor". And she loves doing it to Penelope as she likes her reactions. When it rains or they're near water, Penelope kind of gets her revenge >:D (They love each other, they're just cousins)

[cutiepisenpai]

Day 11. Hair Pulling/Blindfolds - Aizawa (Gorgon)

Gorgon!Reader x Aizawa

Warnings: Smut of course, implied previous rape, vaginal penetration, creampie.

A/N: Sorry this isn't proof read. I'm sleep deprived and just hoping for the best.

 "I commend your bravery, Eraserhead. Not many would you make the choice that you did. Although I do hope you have no plans in subduing me, they won't work. Many have tried and they all end up the same way." You say gesturing to the statues surrounding the two of you as you lead him deeper into the cave.

"You're not a villain, just a monster you could have killed so many so easily, but your deal didn't sound like the worst that could happen."

"A monster….huh. so many people use that word without truly knowing what it means. Most people fear me from simply not understanding. I’m not a monster by choice.” You are nearing your destination. “I was once a beautiful maiden with soft skin and bright eyes.  Back when I was full of hope… and now I’m covered in scales, serpents for hair, eyes that I must keep covered or turn those I see into stone. All of which is out of my control, and yet I’m the monster.”

Aizawa follows you into the room with cave walls covered in jewels, fancy furniture, pelts strewn about. It wasn’t what he could have expected, he thought the lair of a gorgon would be scarier not the lap of luxury. He takes a seat on one of the plush sofas.

“So what happens now?” 

“Now.. nothing really I brought you here as a companion it can be quite lonely and way too quiet surrounded by statues.”

“You threatened my students and dragged me here because you need a friend.”

“Your students attacked me first. It was self defense. I don't hurt children. And I gave you an ultimatum and you chose yourself to be my captive. I didn’t have to do that. I could have removed my blindfold and turned your and all of your students into stone. You should be thanking me for being so nice.”

He rolls his eyes at your statement figuring the first chance that he gets he will just subdue you and leave. He looks over to your lounging form and is surprised to see you removing the blindfold from your eyes. 

“No need to tense up, I'm not going to open them. Just tired of having this on my face.”

“You said you weren’t always like this, how exactly did you become this?” He asks. 

You are tempted to crack an eye open and look at him but even a peek at him will be a beautiful sculpture the next second. And so far you have enjoyed his company, you are sure he has some grand plan for capturing you and escaping but you know it won’t change anything. 

“I was once a beautiful maiden in service to the goddess Athena. One day in the temple I was approached by the god Neptune. He was a man who does not take no for an answer. And for that I was cursed to be this horrid monster.” 

“I’m sorry that happened to you, it is terrible.”

“Terrible things happen to people every day Mr. Eraserhead. You’re a hero, I'm sure you’ve come across all kinds of disgusting people.” He had gotten up to move closer to you sitting beside you. “You should be careful if I open my eyes even a smidge and you’re a goner. 

You aren’t sure what he is doing had the poor bastard just taken pity on you and hearing how you ended up this way. Although you did seek out a companion he was far too close in your opinion. 

“If you open your eyes, you’ll be all alone again.” He says, grazing his fingers across your face.

It has been a long time since you felt the touch of another person, even when there were other Gorgon around it wasn’t like you all were the touchy type. Although strange it isn’t unwelcome he touch is oddly gentle like someone handling a fine piece of glass. The snakes that are normally disciplined and in a rather sleep-like state, although they have been your only companion for such a long time, you can’t say you care for them. But they react to his touch normally they would hiss and snap at any person who attempts to be near you. They brush themselves against the hand that touches your face seemingly enjoying his presence. 

“They are very affectionate.” He says, stroking back against the serpents. 

“It’s unusual.”

“Oh so they just like me. Do they reflect your true feelings? Is there a specific reason you requested I join you.”

“No.” 

“My first impression of you was wrong.” 

You don’t know what he meant by that. He moved again, getting impossibly closer, you can feel his breath on your face.

“Why are you so close?”

“Does this bother you? Should I move?”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“That isn’t an answer either.” 

You start to open your eyes instinctively and he is quick to cover them with a hand. 

“Okay, I’ll stop.” is all he says, removing his hand from your eyes and scooting back on the couch to give you space.

You grab the blindfold wrapping it back over your eyes. You look in his direction, and even though you can’t see you’ve trained yourself for years to be aware of your surroundings even without your sight. His hand moves to grasp yours.

“You are not a monster.”

“I know.” 

He moves close again holding either side of your face with both hands a shiver wafts over your body and the snakes on your head start to move about excitedly. You are tired of whatever game he is playing and you put your hands over his shoulders. You are surprised to feel soft long hair, in a moment of jealousy grab a bunch of his hair and yank on it pulling his head back.  You expected him to be angry, you expected him to yell, to pull away from you but he did none of that. He surprisingly lets out a deep moan, the sound sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. 

“I used to have hair like this.” You give it another small tug. “Long, soft, I bet it is beautiful as well.” 

You are thoroughly enjoying the sounds emanating from him. You had climbed into his lap and started kissing. In contrast to his rough hands his lips are surprisingly soft. It is hard to focus on the kiss as his hands roam over your body. You aren’t sure what has come over you, why you desire him so intensely and so quickly. Before long you are both nearly undressed. He would regularly check in to make sure that you were still okay. It was sweet and endearing. You are back on top of him and you can feel his hard cock pressing against you. You roll your hips teasing him and he lifts your hips to position you above his hard cock before you lower yourself down.

You raise yourself up before lowering yourself down, setting a steady pace. You wish you could see him, face flushed, covered in the sheen of sweet. He mouths against your breast sucking on a nipple. You love the feeling of control,determining how deep he penetrates you with each roll of your hips. Although your eyes are covered you close them anyway just to focus on every sensation. You leave marks on his skin biting into the flesh of his shoulder. You are nearing your own release and hope he is as well. 

Your hands are in his hair again grabbing at the root and pulling back hard on his locks, “Are you ready to cum?” You ask in a husky voice.

He doesn’t answer with words, he snaps his hips up to yours and a needy whine leaves your lips. He holds onto your hips thrusting himself into you deeper. You groan and moan as your orgasm builds, threatening to tip over the edge. With a few more well aimed thrust and you are clenching around him a high pitched moans escapes your lips, his pace quickens fucking you through your orgasm. He finally decides to give you a chance to breathe. Stopping his movement but your body continues to shake, appendages going numb from the experience. You stay intertwined holding onto each other.  

[dragonmuse]

The new fic made me so unsettled but I can't stop reading it I have no self control I just must know what are they up to. I got so paranoid that now I think the whole shooting in the mod bar was a Jim/Lucius way to bring Lucius in. But I'm also surprised they would bring Charlie in the inside cycle he is to clever to not figure it out but maybe he don't care. Ok this was suppose to be a question sorry. How would Lucius reaction be if Izzy got hurt be it the allergy or a shot. I think Lucius is thinking of Izzy lot as his property in this one but he would still get really mad if something happened to him like the one who got Izzy the food would just disappear

(sorry to unsettle you! The bar incident really was just happenstance, but it tipped the scales of fate for sure. Here is a moment when Izzy gets shot on the job only a year or so into Lucius joining the business.)

“Someone cover me!” Eddy yelled over the comms. “Fucking hell what are you people doing? JIM!” 

“I’m across the street!” Jim’s voice actually raised a few notches and Lucius’ blood went cold. “Who’s closer? I’m on my way, but I might not make it.” 

“What’s going on?” Lucius unmuted, his full attention now on the monitors. Eddy and Izzy had been in one of the blindspots and now he was flipping through view trying to find an angle on them. 

“He’s down,” Eddy barked. “I can’t move him without giving up ground.” 

“THEN GIVE IT UP!” Lucius yelled. 

“I can’t! It’s now or never, Spriggs. I’m going in.” 

There was a long terrible silence and all Lucius’ could hear was the sound of his own breath. Izzy had gone off comms to keep the noise level low, but he could turn it back on with the touch of a finger. If he wasn’t talking, something nasty had happened. 

Lucius tried not to listen to himself hyperventilate, it would only make it worse. 

“I’ve got you,” Jim’s voice cracked back on.

“I’m fucking fine,” Izzy’s voice rumbled over Jim’s mic faintly. “Just a fucking flesh wound.” 

“You’re bleeding like crazy, boss,” Jim said evenly. “You can’t hold a gun like that, c’mon.” 

Lucius muted his mic to suck several deep breaths in and out. Then he clicked back on and spoke calmly and evenly, 

“Jim, I’ve got Allie intercepting you at the corner.  Is this a hospital or a medic situation?” 

“Medic,” said Izzy at the same time Jim said, “Hospital.” 

“Hospital it is. I’ll bring Blue Toby in to back up Eddy. Keep me in the loop. “ 

Lucius didn’t leave his post. If Izzy was with Jim, then he was as safe as if he was Lucius. He could finish the job. Even if he was dashing away tears as he monitored and issued orders, relaying Eddy’s sharp commands even as he issued his own. There would be no reason for anyone to complain about the job he’d done here today. 

His phone chirped after an hour. 

Jim: in surgery. Bullet went through and clipped a tendon in the arm. Be rough healing, but will be fine. 

Lucius: how long in surgery? 

Jim: half hour so far.  

Lucius: be there in twenty, all clear here. 

“Eddy, I’m signing out,” Lucius said over the line. 

“Fine, I’ll finish here. Go see to him.” 

“Thanks,” Lucius kept his tone grateful and worn. He was getting good at that. Saying things how he wanted them heard. 

What he truly wanted just then was to take a chunk of flesh from Eddy to match Izzy’s. This had been their reckless plan and they had been willing to let Izzy bleed for precious seconds to see it through. Sure, it wasn’t a fatal wound, but Lucius liked every ounce of Izzy’s blood exactly where it belonged: either in the man or welled up on his skin in thin stripes that Lucius had put there. 

There was loyalty between him and Eddy. He liked her, even. 

But it was a thin rope compared to the chain that lashed Lucius to Izzy and a thread compared to the titanium umbilical cord that ran between Lucius and Jim. If something happened to Jim, it happened to Lucius. If Izzy bled, Lucius didn’t bleed with him, but he certainly felt the tug at his core and he would make sure that Eddy would pay for that. 

Not today. Not tomorrow. But some day. And on that day the weight of her sins would not balance against a feather. 

Lucius didn’t drive, but he did know how to make rides appear. He was at the hospital as fast as was humanely possible, throwing cash at the driver as he got out. As he approached the doors he struggled again to compose himself. 

“Luc,” Jim caught his eye as he strode inside. 

“Is he out of surgery?” 

“Yeah, they have him in recovery. You can go see him soon. It’s up a few floors. I gave them the papers.” 

The papers were one of Lucius’ smaller forgeries, easy as breathing. Izzy had no idea they existed, and would probably be deeply offended, but naming Jim and Lucius his children was easier to explain than anything else. One day, Lucius was determined, there would be a marriage license which would make things easier, but he was old-fashioned sometimes. He wanted to be asked. For now, this got them where they needed to be. 

Izzy looked small in the bed. Lucius forgot sometimes. Izzy just took up so much space, but half-awake and woozy with anesthesia, he looked vulnerable. Breakable. 

“Hey,” Izzy caught sight of them and blinked slowly. “The job?” 

“Done,” Lucius sat down on the side of the bed without tubes on it. Jim perched at the foot. “Everyone’s clear. No one else got hurt.” 

“Good,” Izzy said vaguely. He reached out with his uninjured arm and found Lucius’ hand. “That’s...fuck. Everything is swimming.” 

“Yeah they knocked you out,” Jim informed him. “I’ve got your shit. Shirt was trashed, hope you didn’t like it.” 

“Don’t even remember what I was wearing,” Izzy shook his head slowly, as if trying to clear it. 

“Good, that means I can replace it with something better and you won’t know the difference,” Lucius said merrily. He held on hard to Izzy’s hand though. Izzy squeezed back. 

“I’ll know. You can’t get that shit by me.” 

“I got the rundown report, you want it?” Jim offered. 

“Give it to me,” Izzy closed his eyes, but he was still awake. It was unclear how much he was following, but Jim’s voice seemed to have a good effect on him. Always worked for Lucius, so why not Izzy too? 

Apparently, the surgery did not mean that Izzy got an overnight stay. A very long car ride home with the man dozing off in the passenger seat while Jim clung to the wheel with white knuckles (they had kept cool through all of it, but Lucius could feel their panic now, always hours late and silent). Lucius sat in the back and planned. Izzy would be out of commission entirely for at least a week. That put Lucius into his office alone. A good time to start making some changes to files and photocopying. Eddy never paid attention to Izzy’s space as long as information flowed out. 

“It’s a good season,” Lucius said eventually. Izzy was definitely asleep, his breath fogging the window. 

“How do you figure?” Jim’s grip eased fractionally. 

“The field is clear. Wolf in the den. Plenty of time for a coyote to loop through.” 

Jim caught his eye in the rearview mirror, “Which one?” 

“Let’s go high.” 

“How high?” 

“How high do you want?” 

Jim’s smile bloomed slow and Lucius’ breath finally entirely evened out.  

“You know what I want.” 

“Then let’s get it done.” 

Izzy never saw a gap in Lucius’ dutiful care. If anything, he was furiously annoyed with it after a few days, grumbling about being ‘suffocated’ under Lucius’ attention, even though he clearly longed for it. It was only when he fell asleep with the aid of prescribed opiates on the third night that Lucius dressed for a night out. 

Not the slutty kind. 

The other kind. 

Jim met up with him at the diner by the entrance to the highway. He got on the back of their bike and they went out into the night. Many hours later, Lucius would slip back into bed with Izzy, who was still snoring away. The world was down one family-killing scumbag, Jim had left him a hard hug and a promise to bring over breakfast the next morning from Lucius’ favorite bagel place. 

Izzy did stir when Luicus curled up beside him though. 

“All right?”  he mumbled. 

“Had to pee,” Luicus smiled at him. “You’re cute when you’re stoned, did you know that?” 

“Not cute,” Izzy informed him, a little slurry. 

“Incorrect,” Lucius kissed his cheek, his neck. 

“Can’t get it up on this shit,” Izzy warned.  

“Mmm, it happens.”

“You’ll be out the door soon enough if it’s permanent.” 

Lucius wasn’t sure why that stung, but it hit hard. “Fuck off with that. This isn’t just sex for me. Hell, I moved in before you could get over yourself enough to do the deed.” 

With a groan, Izzy sat up, blinking rapidly. 

“C’mon, Luc, I can’t become some doddering old man that you hold onto like a fucking relic. You don’t need my money any more.” 

“Maybe I love you, you fucking dumbass,” he spat out. 

The words landed with a thud and they both took a moment to let that sit between them. 

“You mean that?” The way Izzy’s voice sounded like it had been dragged to hell and back always did it for Lucius. Right now, it was reaching into what was left of his heart and squeezing tight. 

“Yeah, Iz,” Lucius said and he did mean it, he thought. As much as he understood, as much as he grasped love, that’s what he had for Izzy. “I love you.” 

Izzy put a hand over his mouth, scrubbed it through his goatee. 

“Will you tell me again when I’m not high as balls?” 

“Yeah,” Lucius laughed, uncertain. “Yeah of course I will.” 

“Okay then,” Izzy wouldn’t look at him, but Izzy never looked at him when he has something to say that mattered. “Think I’ve loved you right from the start. Got you here and I never...it was like catching a falling star.” 

“Aw, Iz,” the uncertainty dissipated. It would never return. Of course Izzy loved him. Lucius had made himself loveable at every turn, ingratiated and wove beneath the man’s skin until he was a part of him. How could he have doubted that. “That’s pretty poetical of you.” 

To cement the point, Lucius drew him into a long sweet kiss, wrapping him up in his arms until Izzy drifted back off.  

A falling star. How apt. Those did tend to land with quite the impact and burn things to the ground. Lucius smiled up at the ceiling. It had been a good night.

[plasma-studios]

Real or Not Real? || Marc Spector/Steven Grant Angst-fic

Summary:

Set in Episode Five but the timing of some scenes may be off. Marc and Steven. One was the first. The other...were they truly real? This question danced around Steven's mind, then you know happened. And Marc was left in shambles.   Also, yes, I'm aware that alters are each their own real person, however, Steven's starting to incorrectly think otherwise and I'm using this as an angst opportunity. In the end, I try to make it a little more obvious that both Steven and Marc are separate, real people, but it might not appear obvious. -

Steven had known for some time. Or did he? He didn't know, maybe he was just always in denial.

Real...

The word swam around his (their?) mind. Who was the real one? Steven, or Marc? Or were neither of them real? real? real?  He now knew Marc was the original; the real one. Steven was just someone he made up. Heh...just something. A puppet.  Oh god, oh god no. He- he needed to know the truth- the truth? What truth? That he was just...made up? That he never existed? He was just a fictional thing? 

Heh... he was. He was, wasn't he? He tried to deny it. Oh, he did. But then that- that arsehole Arthur had to blow this whole thing up!

Real, real...

One by one, the walls, the lies, the facade crumbled. 

"Mom's dead." And they found themselves back onto the ship. 

"I'm so sorry, I was rooting for you, I really was."

Taweret's voice was white noise, her good intentions meaning less than nothing.

Then the first clambered onto the ship, its intentions clear as day. Ah, yes, now the dead were coming to collect them. Deliver them to the underworld.

Real...

"Hide, Steven!" Marc backed up too, eyeing the creatures reaching closer and closer to them

Real...

"Real what?" Steven whispered to himself.

He stared at Marc, attacking and dodging them as their pale hands reached forwards, dragging...no, leave him alone! He's the real one, leave him alone! A grunt escaped Marc, struggling to find a way out. Fear blossomed stronger than ever, yes, even stronger than when Steven saw the butt of the shotgun- the bullet plunging into their chest-

Marc needed help.

Steven's hands seemed to move without him realising, stirring the ship, beating seven shades of actual dust out of those....those..creatures?

Real...

Shut it, shut it...Steven smiled weakly at the other. Marc stared in surprise.

A memory surfaced from what seemed like a lifetime ago. 'It's the same body, innit? Muscle memory and...and all that.'

Real, real...

A cold hand wrapped around Marc's neck. He jerked up, then the hoard was upon him.

Real, real...

No. MARC!

Steven's mind was a mess, a chaotic mess, in shambles. 

Without thinking, without blinking, Steven lunged forward, arms ready to pull Marc back, help him, save him from the underworld.

Real. 

It shot through the chaos like a fresh bullet. Only this—this— held the promise of life, not death.

Well, not Marc's at least.  Real.

A small smile played on Steven's lips. The weight was shifting to him, he could feel their fingers clawing in, Marc's eyes hardening as realisatio dawned on him.

Goodbye, Marc.

And Steven was thrown off the ship, the creature not far behind.

He landed in the sand, dazed.

"STEVEN!" He tensed up, realising what every human does in their last moment.

I'm about to die.

"STEVEN!" His vision was blurring, every sense just screaming at him to get to Marc.

He ran, following the ship as Marc had his hands outstretched in a fruitless attempt to rescue the other.

I don't want to die.  Marc's name had been on the tip of Steven's tongue for so long, a silent scream as the dead clambered over Marc just a moment ago.

"Marc!" And so he ran, running for a rescue he knew would never happen. Already, he could feel his limbs stiffening.  He stopped in his tracks, knowing it was inevitable. His eyes searched upwards, meeting Marc's as he frantically tried to save the other.

Cold. The stone was so cold.

Steven was ready to give in. 

"Your scales balanced!"

And Steven let go.

The last of Marc's desperate screams entering earshot right before the sweet, blissful oblivion of death.

Marc found himself in the fields. Golden crops dancing in the breeze. With Marc. 

Just Marc. He doubled over, desperate sobs slashing their way out. Steven...Steven...

A scream clawed its way out.  Another person's blood spilt on his blood soaked hands.

His fault, his fault...

Real? Who's real, you ask? Both are real. Steven and Marc are both real.

Real.

But now as Marc lay in the Field of Reeds alone, he willed everything to be anything but real.

Please, please let it be not real.

But it was.

It was true, it was real.

Both of them.

Real.

Real.

A second scream tore its way out, raw and anguished.

Do you want to know what was real? That Marc was alone now.

[omegasamwilson]

I literally had a panic attack when I watched Ayo take off Bucky's arm. I was born without my left arm and see a lot of myself in Bucky. I have a prosthetic and had to stop the episode and watch it later. And it really hurt me to see your completely disregard that and say I have no right to be upset. It really pisses me off. I'm fully acknowledging that Bucky did a terrible thing, and he needed to be stopped. But she didn't have to remove his arm. He wouldn't have hurt her. To see you refer to his arm in the tags as a weapon further hurt me. It's not a fucking weapon, it's his fucking arm. You're trying to twist this into a race issue when it's about fucking ableism. I'm brown not black so I don't know if you'll accept my concerns with your post

Hi, one, I apologize for what is sure to be a very long and very frustrated statement. But I’m dealing with a lot of shit rn (actually related to race and ableism specifically) but I wanted to respond because my ADHD ass will forget otherwise.

Okay. One, you say “he wouldn’t have hurt her.”

We, the audience, knows that. Ayo did not. What she knows is that the man before her was an assassin and sniper, even before he was captured and forced to kill by HYDRA. He was a WWII sniper and seemed to be quite skilled (I’m going to assume that’s one of the reasons HYDRA tried to experiment on him and picked him to he the winter soldier.) In any case, this newly reformed (and at the time, just barely reformed. As in, he was healed a month, maybe two months before the events of infinity war. So he’s been healed for a whopping seven months.) This newly reformed assassin, who had been the victim of either chemical or otherwise mental subjugation freed a terrorist from prison.

Not only did he free a terrorist from prison, he freed a terrorist that was obsessed with HYDRA. If any terrorist knew a back door to unlock the winter soldier again, it would be Baron Zemo, who knew each and every one of HYDRA’s secrets.

While Shuri is definitely brilliant, it’s entirely possible that HYDRA buried a safety within their “asset” just in case he was able to break his programming. It’s entirely possible that it was so well buried amongst the labyrinth that is the brain that even Shuri couldn’t find it. After all, Shuri isn’t a neuroscientist, and the brain is largely regarded as the final frontier. So it’s entirely possible that she missed buried programming.

So, we have a person that got rid of HYDRA’s programming seven months ago that just freed one of the only people on the planet that could have the information that could potentially reactivate the winter soldier. And THEN, we have a video of this man “acting” as the winter soldier in madripoor. This was uploaded on the internet and I’m assuming that Ayo saw it.

What proof does Ayo have that he won’t hurt her? That she won’t weaponize his arm and hurt her? What proof does she have that he’s not under Zemo’s control, that Zemo can’t control him in a second. The only thing she knows are that Bucky Barnes freed a terrorist that had access to all of HYDRA’s information, the terrorist appeared to control the winter soldier in madripoor, and it is entirely possible that there is buried programming designed to deactivate the winter soldier.

She deactivates it, realizes he’s fully in control of himself and says, “bast damn you, James.” As in, “fuck you for freeing a terrorist and acting like it isn’t a big deal. You are clearly acting on your own accord in this.”

And yes, it’s different being Black vs. being Brown. It isn’t to say that racism and ableism don’t intersect with Brown folks because obviously it does.

But l specifically asked for Black opinions bc of the demonization of Black folks, especially the trope of “big scary Black women” or “big scary Black men.”

It’s ironic I see this today when I have a story that is so relevant and anger inducing.

I work with white parents of Black children, usually through adoption since I work primarily with lgbt parents, but I do have some cis het white parents raising Black biological kids. One of the parents and friends got into it today because her autistic Black child got into it with their sibling (also disabled). The sibling intentionally triggered their older sibling and punched them and it escalated to the point where the bigger sibling finally reacted and shoved the younger sibling. It broke the younger kid’s glasses. The youngest is legally blind and needs very expensive and specific prescription classes to even have 20/40 vision.

The mom called the police on her child and the kid was arrested and charged. She is 15. Mom described the kid as aggressive and awful and terrible and all sorts of names. A ww called the police on her Black 15 year old child having a meltdown. And she played into stereotypes that Black people, Black women, are aggressive/scary/angry. A ww could’ve gotten her child killed for having a meltdown because she broke a white child’s disability aid.)

A ww couldve gotten her child killed because she played into anti-Black stereotypes. That white people need protection from them. Even when the white child was initially the aggressor in the scenario.

Sure, it’s different, but it plays to the same stereotypes. Poor white disabled person needs protection from the aggressive scary Black person, and we’re just going to assume that the Black person was being unnecessarily aggressive because it plays into all of the stereotypes about Black people. No, there’s no way that this Black person was making a decision based on a series of evidence that could point to them genuinely being harmed.

(By the way, in the scenario of the two kids, I think they both needed help and support, and that the police shouldn’t have been called period.)

Nope, it’s just an aggressive Black person being ableist.

The same systems that have everyone seeing Bucky as a cute little uwu cinnamon roll in need of protection are what caused everyone to see Ayo as an aggressive ableist Black woman. White people usually get the benefit of the doubt. The best intentions are believed even when the evidence clearly says otherwise.

The evidence Ayo had indicated that she had no idea whether the winter soldier could’ve been reactivated and whether or not Bucky could’ve been under zemo’s control. She had no idea. None. She made a decision based off that information. And the fact that Bucky didn’t react strongly indicated that he was acting on his own accord.

Mayhaps, Ayo might even have been trying to trigger the winter soldier. I just thought of this but it makes sense. That the WS would react very defensively and even potentially deadly to that level of fighting, even if his previous orders were different.

In any case, this situation isn’t comparable to every day disabled people because our disability aids to not double as weapons. Most people can’t do more harm with a prosthetic limb than they can with a regular limb. Bucky can. Bucky’s arm is also a weapon and that fact complicates matters considerably. If bucky’s arm were simply a regular arm with typical strength, it’d be a no brainer situation. But it’s not. We don’t know the wakanda enhancements of his arms, but we know in the comics, he could kill with a single punch using his arm. He uses his arm tactically to map his surroundings. He uses his arm to send off EMPs that can disabled weaponry. It even has a retractable blade for close combat. It is a disability aid that it also a weapon. It was designed to be a weapon. The normal conversations around disability aids don’t fit it because no one today has a disability aid that could kill someone in seconds and even cause larger scale damage with a targeted EMP.

And finally, I want to say this, I am truly sorry that you had a panic attack while watching the episode. That is never fair and it’s never fun to be triggered by television shows.

I do hope this helped to better explain and clarify my perspective.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Say, could we get something painfully fluffy and adorable with Kohga planning something special for his bff Mipha's birthday? 👉 👈

So sorry it took so long to get to you- but let's do it! This was before my stuff closed, so lucky you!

"Higher! I said HIGHER!"

"Unless you throw some weed my way, my ass can't GET HIGHER."

Kohga was about to bark more orders at Von, as clearly the banner wasn't high enough, before he heard the signal of Sooga's whistle. They all scrambled into hiding as Sooga and Daruk walked in, carrying all sorts of bags and boxes while Mipha sat there, nursing some berry ice cream.

"Are you sure Kohga meant for me to get this much? I truly just did want ice cream."

"Kohga insisted we buy you anything you looked at, so we did."

Daruk chuckled, lightly nudging Sooga, almost making him falter.

"Besides! Couple of big guys like us? We can carry all this, not a problem! Whatever on your big day, lil fish!"

She giggled upon recalling it. She looked around, raising a brow.

"Where exactly...IS everyone? I could've sworn Kohga said to be back by now-"

"SURPRISE!!!"

The poor dear nearly jumped out of her scales as everyone revealed themselves from their hiding spots. She laughed in relief upon realizing it was just for her birthday.

"Oh Kohga! I should have known you were up to something! I was WONDERING why you didn't go shopping with me!"

Kohga embraced her, handing some guy her ice cream to hold.

"Trust me, it was hard, really it was! But it was worth it! You like the decor? Cil color coded it!"

"It's quite lovely! Truly I-oh!"

She exclaimed as she was suddenly hoisted off of the floor, into a rather fancy looking chair. Kohga sat in his own chair, and was far more comfortable with the pampering than the princess was.

"I don't want you to lift a FIN, little red. For today, these guys listen to me, AND you! Sooga, put her stuff down, get the gifts from our room!"

Sooga loaded the stuff onto Daruk, before obeying. Mipha tried not to laugh at the even more than usual pampering.

"Kohga, this is a bit excessive-"

"Compared to my birthday, this is mellow. Trust me. Now! While we wait for Sooga to hurry his hot ass up- let's get you some snacks! You look starved!"

Kohga clapped his hands, and right away snacks were brought to them. Roasted lotus seeds, sea salt caramels, blue lemonade-pretty much all her favorite snacks. She accepted them gratefully, and she couldn't help but tuck in. Kohga was a wonderful cook, and he clearly made it all just to her liking. Sooga came in just a second, even more boxes in his hands. Some big, some small- all clearly wrapped by Sooga. Daruk whistled as he leaned against her chair.

"Woah. Don't think the goddess Hylia got half as many gifts."

"Fuck Hylia, only Mipha matters. Go on, pick one!"

She couldn't tell him yet. Maybe just open a few gifts, he clearly went through so much effort. She looked at the gifts, and picked a small box, almost hidden amongst everything else. Kohga grabbed it, and handed it to her.

"I knew you'd pick that one first. You're gonna love it."

He was so excited, it warmed her heart. She opened the box, and pulled out a small, metal yiga symbol. She looked it over curiously, before she saw the little clip.

"Oh! It's supposed to go on my jewelry, isn't it?"

"Yes! You can't get the tattoo, unfortunately. So I decided you should carry the brand a different way! You're a part of us, afterall!"

"Oh...Kohga that's sweet. Really it is-"

"Here, I'll put it on for you!"

She let Kohga lightly tilt her head up in order to clip it on her neck piece. It dangled from her like a dog tag, and despite the obvious color clash, she adored it.

"Thank you. It's very lovely, and I'm quite touched. But uh, Kohga-"

"Hold that thought! You gotta open this one next! Here!"

Kohga put a rather big box on her lap, and she inspected it. She unwrapped it, and pulled out a rather fancy looking tea set. It held the traditional Yiga colors, but she could tell they were quite new. Black, with golden rims, speckled In hand painted red flowers.

"Oh...Kohga. Did you make these yourself?"

"Well, Sooga made the actually pottery, I painted it. I saw your tea set at home- too much silver. Red and black, THATS a good color scheme right there. I even got you just the nicest box to put it in!"

"Kohga, this is absolutely LOVELY. Truly. I adore it and I will cherish it. But, there's something I-"

"Save it, I know what you're gonna say."

"You...do?"

Kohga got up from his seat, and she frowned, thinking she had upset him. He nodded.

"Yep! You wanna tuck into the cake already! I get it, presents totally come after, dunno what I was thinking! Sooga! Cil! Need some big boys to help me out here!"

The three of them disappeared into the kitchen, and Daruk took the opportunity to bend down to her level.

"Wow. I knew he was gonna be kinda much, but this is. Super overkill."

"Oh he just wants to make sure I have a good birthday! Once we have some cake, we'll tell h-oh good goddess in the sky."

Sooga and Cil struggled to push out the biggest cake you've ever seen. As in, the size of her father type of massive. They stared at it in clear shock, basking in its shadow. Kohga gestured to it with a motion of his hands.

"Ta da! Nice, right? I spent SO long on this puppy! I know I call you little red, but I get blue and white are kinda your favorite colors!"

Six giant layers of cake. Wrapped in blue and white lace, flowers, even fishes, all made of either chocolate or frosting. Sooga sighed in relief when he realized he could stop pushing it.

"Kohga spent, quite literally, days on this. He wouldn't cook anything else. I ate frozen fish for dinner last night-"

"Sooga this ain't about you. ANYWAY, I made all your favorite flavors! I couldn't pick just one! First you got cherry and lemon, then you have chocolate with sea salt carmel filling, the tropical cream, I put extra coconut and palm fruit in there for you, key lime, red velvet, wild berry cheesecake, and of course, my banana foster cake! Now I know this is a lot for you, so let's take it one bite at a time-"

"Kohga!"

She butted in. He stopped, turning to her, almost looking...sad. She cleared her throat.

"Kohga. This is...incredible. And all your work is very near and dear to me. But I have a party at Zora's domain, and I unfortunately cannot stay here and enjoy all of this."

He looked confused, before banging his fist on his arm rest.

"W- no WONDER no one I invited showed up! I was thinking your own man wasn't coming!"

"You're...not upset?"

"Pfft! No! Just means we're moving the location! Sooga, Cil, you guys get some ice on this puppy here, foot soldiers, you're all in charge of the presents- rest of you, come on, we're taking this party to the domain!"

Mipha yelped as her seat was suddenly lifted high off the floor, alongside Kohga's.

"W-are they REALLY going to carry us THAT far?!"

"Yep! Enjoy the ride little red!"

Sooga and Cil watched as they were carried off, before looking at the cake.

"Sooga?"

"Yes?"

"Are we really gonna push this thing all the way to the zora's domain?"

"Yep."

"In the desert. Past the woods. Down wet, slippery rocks?"

"Yep."

"For Mipha."

"Yes."

"...I hate my life."

[birdsaesthetic]

My Guardian Angel

Summary: In the dead of the night, Jane’s stitches start bleeding…. 5x05 tag. On fanfiction.

Note: THANKS to @lurkingwhump for sending me the prompt: "Jane being ill or injured and Kurt giving her some TLC, or Jane's suffering from night terrors/nightmares and Kurt comforts her."

Kurt kissed Jane good-night, made sure she was comfortable in bed, and asked her if she needed, or even wanted, anything at all, his own heart included. But she shook her head with the tiniest of smiles, whispered her love to him, and that she was good, as long as he was beside her, within hand reach.

There was the dull pain, still, throughout her entire body after the surgery she had earlier, but she said nothing about it, and insisted to sleep it off. And she did, almost immediately, only to be woken up yet again by another nightmare in the dead of the night, her breathing rapid, her mouth dry, and her stomach stinging in pain she wished she were still having the same awful nightmare instead.

She cried quietly, even soundlessly, as she saw flashes of the nightmare in her vision, and endured the pain all alone. She shed a great amount of unbidden, salty tears, like she'd never done before, and they easily slid from her eyes to her cheeks, down her neck, before dampening the pillow. It was too much. The nightmares; the reality; the misery; the pain; the could have happeneds.

A full minute passed, two, three, then she had the slightest courage to place a shaking, cold hand on her wound beneath the sweater, and found out that the bandage was soggy, sloppy. There must be blood, lots of it, it must be bleeding again, she thought. Goddamnit.

When she pressed on it in an attempt to stop it, helpless yet brave, she was rewarded with such sharp, fast pain—as fast as the speed of light. Someone else might've screamed their heart out at that, but she didn't. She swallowed it, as her breathing got heavier, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes squeezed tight in pain that seemed to transport her to another state, one in which everything, even the past she'd been working so hard to forget, seemed to fade into a gray watercolor wash.

"Kurt," she whispered, or tried to, withdrawing her hand from beneath the sweater. But when he didn't seem to respond, she whispered his name again and again and again, like a prayer, her voice needy, cracking, and scared. "Kurt…Kurt…Kurt."

It took Kurt some time to come to consciousness, and realize that his name was being repeated in the present, softly, and that the voice was Jane's, his Jane, not from the nightmare where he was being restricted to a chair by the enemy, unable to move, helpless by all means. But then he turned over like the world was coming to an end and propped himself up on his elbows, his mind fuzzy for the first seconds before it became alert. Wasting no more second, he stumbled on his way down to Jane on bed. "You okay?" he blurted.

"No… My wound…" Despite all the sweat she had exuded by now, she was shivering when he laid a hand on her, and in the semidarkness, she took a glimpse of his eyes and saw warmth, life, hope. He, from his point of view, saw tears shimmering in her eyes. Saw the pain, too. His heart sank, and quickly yet carefully, with feather-like hands he reveled on her wound, and by now it looked haphazardly covered in red-soaked bandages. Every alarm in his body sat off at the sight, and he clenched his jaw, forced himself to calm down and assess the damage, see his options. He could go and get Patterson and Rich and Tasha right here so he could use the help. But he wouldn't leave her alone while bleeding. He wouldn't. He would have to do this on his own, here and now and quickly.

"Kurt…is it that bad?" Jane asked between gritted teeth. She couldn't bring herself to have a look herself, and now she watched her husband stare down at her with intense concentration while frowning his brows.

"It's bleeding, but I'll clean it, okay?" he told her, before rushing straight to turn on the lights, wash his hands, grip the first aid kit, and return to her in bed. He looked at her face tight in pain and, with shaking hands, he put on a pair of gloves. "It'll be okay, Janie," he reassured her, "It'll sting a little, maybe, but it won't hurt much."

She only managed to nod, deep down knew exactly how much it'd hurt, and it'd be more than just a little. "I'm ready", she confirmed, biting her lip to hold a whimper in so Kurt wouldn't feel bad.

He began with exposing her abdomen to the fullest then, holding his breath, he discarded the bandage, to which she let out a hiss, and her hands flinched, almost pushed his away. But instead she took fistfuls of the blanket beside her, and steeled herself for what was yet to come. After Kurt threw the bloody bandage, and was about to do the cleaning, he looked her in the eye. "You have to tell me when it's painful, Janie," he said, as he breathed and sweated and prayed for her in his head.

"I trust you… It won't be painful," she whispered, eyes only half open, lips pale, forehead creased in a plea for him to get her out of her misery. If he could, he'd have stopped the time, taken away all the pain in a heartbeat. She didn't deserve this. His wife. Jane. Kind. Strong. Lovely. Resilient. Ass-kicker. Beautiful. Unstoppable. Talented. So damn stubborn. But all he could do right now was this, cleaning her wound quickly yet gently before it'd get any worse.

"Stay with me. Keep breathing. It'll be quick," he told her, as he got one of the gauzes wet with saline solution. "You're gonna hate me right now, but try to—"

"I'll never hate you," she rushed to say, shaking her head. "Never."

"You sure?" He began cleaning, gently wiping all the oxidized blood away. Jane winced once that gauze came into contact with the fresh stitches on her abdomen. The skin around the wound was so fragile, so delicate, and it stung like a fire. "Deadly sure."

After stealing one look at her determined face, committing it to memory, Kurt continued, frowning at the way the gauze was already staining with Jane's blood. But he continued, replacing the gauze and wetting it and wiping as needed. She… She was painting by now, her body jolting, and so Kurt wanted to talk her down. "You said…that you are deadly sure you won't hate me? Huh? Even if I might be hurting you now?"

"You're healing me…" she corrected. "I'm…in the safest hands I could ever—" She gasped, aloud and hoarsely, as her head lifted from the pillow. "Fuck—it's painful, Kurt."

"Scale of one to ten?"

"Seven. Eight."

"I'm sorry," Kurt replied. "I'm almost done, I promise. Two more minutes, okay?"

Jane's head fell back to the pillow, and she didn't nod, nor showed any indication that she'd heard him. But she did count to something close to hundred, making herself go slowly. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. Until she lost count, before losing full consciousness…

It would be the most pleasant way to go, to die in his arms. Her husband. Kurt. Brave. One of a kind. Loving. Caring. Owns the sexiest of smiles. Deadly when needed be. Overprotective. Loyal to the marrow. But it wouldn't be fair to leave him behind, alone, just because things didn't go their way. They were supposed to spend their lives together, share happiness and sadness together, get older together, against all odds. It was true and unfortunate that they may not have everything they used to have: freedom, family, safety, good reputation, property, some kind of control. But truly, they did have everything they needed: each other, and friends for life.

There were fingers brushing against her cheek with surprising gentleness when she fluttered her eyes open, and she hummed—not in pain any more but in contentment. And then, there he was, her guardian angel, wearing a smile that she'd trade the world for it. He inched closer to her in bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, just when he reached for her hand and dotted it with kisses.

"Better." Last time she saw the same hand he was kissing now, it was covered with blood. Her own blood. But right now it was clean and warm and being kissed by him.

"How long have I been out?"

"Six hours." He smiled sadly. "Was it that painful?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah?"

"It was more painful than being shot…and as painful as the surgery. But—"

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, doesn't matter. I'll be okay." She touched his cheek to comfort the two of them. "Really, though, what I would do without you, Kurt?"

"Let's not think about that."

They shared a smile, a kiss, and a moment of comforting silence.

[yourfinalbow]

hi lol this is totally random but based on a harry potter post you just reblogged and you can completely ignore me if you want, but do you think snape deserved better, or are you a quote unquote "snape apologist"? I'm genuinely curious cuz I've come across a lot of different opinions on severus. Again, feel free to ignore :)

This ended up way longer than it needed to be, and I apologize for that lmao.

Hi! Hmmm I have many mixed opinions on this. First we have to talk about which Snape. Book!Snape is actually kind of an asshole, and not in the fun way. (Way more than I remembered.) But but but Alan Rickman!Snape I like a lot.

And no I'm not mentioning Snape from TCC. That was not Snape and that world was not Harry Potter.

Snape is an interesting character because of how flawed and layered he is.

(Putting a cut because it's so long, and tw for non-detailed mentions/reference to abuse, as well as both trauma and death.)

He wasn't born in a very good household, which I can definitely see as being a reason for why he is who he is. (A reason, not an excuse. Those are two extremely different things.) You look at Sirius, who also came from a horrible household, yet he managed to dig himself out of the mud and make his own path for himself. (Though I have many angsty headcanons for the thoughts he has and being afraid of what he will do and in turn his own mind. WolfStar solidarity. Neither one of them know what they are truly capable of, and both are completely afraid to find out.

Ahem sorry I got a little distracted there.

During the Marauder's era, Snape wasn't a good person in general, but he tried to be nice to Lily. (One of the only exceptions he made.) That being said, (sorry, going on a tangent again), it does not excuse what the Marauders did. As much as they are, in my humble opinion, JK's greatest creation, they should be held accountable for both the prank, and dangling Snape upside down. (Though Remus does make a few good points in their defense later, it's still not an excuse.) Two wrongs never make a right.

Snape doesn't deny Lily's claims at him wanting to join a supremacy group, nor does he say he isn't friends with Death Eaters.

It's clear through the flashbacks we're given that Snape is apathetic in the face of innocent people dying, but once again Lily is the exception.

Dumbledore defends Snape by saying it wasn't his fault that Harry's parents are dead. I actually semi-agree with this. On one hand, he was directly at fault, but on the other hand he had no way of knowing. As a severe Loki apologist, I do not blame Loki for Frigga's death. He may have led the dark elves to her, but he didn't know it was her she was sending them to. That's the comparison I make in my mind, and so I don't completely blame him like other people do. (One could also make the argument that Sirius is to blame. Sirius, who is 100% my favorite character in the entire franchise, gave the secret keeper job to Peter, thinking it would be safer with him. However, he had no ill will or malicious intentions towards Lily, James, and Harry, so I don't blame him.)

All that being said, Snape not only would have been fine with random people dying, he also didn't care whether or not James and Harry lived.

For context:

(Dumbledore is speaking, right after Snape comes to him for help.)

"You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child?" They can die, as long as you have what you want?"

Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore.

He has a strange relationship with Lily. He obviously loves her, but not enough to want to stop Voldemort from killing the two things that bring her the most amount of happiness. It's clear he doesn't care about anyone except for Lily. Which on some level, I can understand why. When people have traumatic childhoods, they tend to hold on to a person that was there for them. Sometimes it can be the hands of the person who caused them pain in the first place, but other times it is another person who was there for him. He holds Lily's opinions of himself higher than anybody else, and he holds Lily above anybody else, and I think this can be attributed to some sort of trauma response, which is why his love for her is so unusual. That doesn't mean I think he should be fine with killing innocent people.

On the topic of trauma, I think joining the Death Eaters was another response to this, as well as a result of what kind of family he had.

Similar to both Harry and Voldemort, Snape much preferred Hogwarts to where he lived, and such the castle became his home more than his house ever was.

The Death Eaters could offer him something he had never been offered before. He belonged to something. In his own, twisted, traumatic mindset, he might have even almost seen the Death Eaters as a family. Not consciously of course, but there was definitely a feeling of belonging they gave him.

And there's something to be said about the fact that many serial killers in real life come from an abusive family. I don't pretend to understand the minds of someone who can do something so vile, but I have watched enough Criminal Minds episodes to know what they long for is control.

So being apart of this supremacy group, even though he was a half-blood himself and undoubtedly didn't entirely share Voldermort's racist beliefs, gave him both control and something he belonged to.

It's not an excuse, but it's a reason.

Alternatively, you can look at it through a quote from the most recent episode of Loki.

"It's part of the illusion. It's a cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear."

So it's also possible that when he was a kid, he thought being a villain was the only way to prevent others from being one to him.

Ok sorry, back on the chronological track.

So he agrees to change sides and work with Dumbledore. (Who must see just how distraught Snape was over Lily's death, to trust him immediately.)

Snape spends most of Harry's time at Hogwarts humiliating his own students. He particularly calls out Harry and his friends a lot, but I can definitely see this being a defence mechanism. He assumes Harry is James and reverts back to what we talked about earlier. (Becoming the villain so nobody else has a chance.)

But but but, he does a lot of good throughout the books. Snape mutters the countercurse, saving Harry from Quirrell during the Quidditch match. He then actually referees at the next match, preventing anything from happening altogether.

In retrospective, we see that he spends most of the first book helping Dumbledore by protecting the stone, and helping Lily by protecting Harry.

Now I could go through and list the goods and the bads of Snape throughout the entire series, but I have neither the time nor the patience, and I think you get the point.

(Except I would like the mention that Snape becomes a double agent for Dumbledore in book four, and risks his life every single day by constantly betraying Voldermort, and never once does he use this as a way to double cross Dumbledore. This was actually probably really hard on him. You can assume that having to pretend to be a Death Eater means he had to do some despicable things just so he didn't blow his cover. If he really has changed by this time, which I would like to think he has, is a lot of added guilt to live with.)

(I would also mention that he tried to save Sirius in book five, but... *falls on floor dramatically* I don't want to think about it.)

Severus Snape's time comes to the end in book seven. At the hands of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, his death is a valiant act of sacrifice. Protecting the living and defending the honour of the fallen.

So, he has done a lot of bad in his lifetime, but by the time we as readers get to know him, his fundamental set of beliefs have begun to change. Through the eyes of what started as an eleven year old boy, you can definitely see that even after this he wasn't necessarily a good person.

And that's because his good is behind the scenes. He's good on a larger scale. He's chosen the light over darkness, but in his everyday life he's still the scared, traumatized little kid he's always been.

And him being this way has reasons, but these reasons are not excuses.

Sorry anon, this kind of turned into a long winded review of the entire character. I know that's not really what you asked, so I'll sum it up in a final few sentences sentence.

Yes. I wish Snape had gotten to live. Not because I'm necessarily a "Snape apologist", but because I find his character interesting, and seeing his reaction to his sacrifice could have been a really good read. Also Harry coming up and thanking him would have been really touching, and as a cherry on top maybe we could have gotten to read Harry apologizing for his father. Maybe even Snape sharing memories of Lily?! (Sorry that might have gotten a little to fanfic-y.)

That being said, his death being a final sacrifice towards the good of everyone, and a final testimony to his change of heart, was -- and I'll give JK credit just this once -- good storytelling, and a good way to end it.

Also I like movie!Snape because fuck yeah he's just so awesome.

If anyone has anything to add/take away, or they just want to discuss the wonder that was Alan Rickman, let me know! (Ask/Comment/Reblog/Etc.)

[tomb-bloom-noctem]

Were there any episodes in season 3 where you felt they could've been written better? I'm only asking because I had some ideas I wanted to share with people about fixing them since, to me, the season started becoming a mess around The Phantom and the Sorceress. And the episodes don't need to be outright bad, there could just be parts in it you didn't like.

Oof. I've been a bit loud and obnoxious about certain episodes for sure 😅 I'll try to briefly sum up a few.

Also I'm just gonna say, some of these are just I don't like what they did rather than any huge fundamental problems like the finale.

Also disclaimer. This is not an attack on anyone who likes these episodes! Nobody has to agree with me! If you like these episodes cool! Glad you got something out of it! This is just Tombs being a nit pick loud mouth.

Rumble for Ragnarok

I can't complain too much about this one as it was still entertaining. Norse is part of my heritage and I'm a fan of the mythology which was on full display this episode. My only real issue this episode is that the message gets a little lost at least on me. And then two is I think out of all the episodes this one is the one that could absolutely be thrown out without losing anything really important. Trade this episode for something different. Something more important.

The Forbidden Fountain of the Forever Glades

Scrooge's behavior and leaving Webby in the jungle was painful to watch. (Much as I don't like the finale twist, the twist actually makes this episode worse.) [Also so much for Goldie's "fresh start" when in Split Sword of Swanstitine later showed she once again attempted to double cross Scrooge. Yeah. Fresh start. Totallyyyy.] Goldie is a fun character and I can't hate her too much. The episode has its merits and definitely still think this episode should be around but Scrooge's behavior here really kills me. Thankfully at the end he does better but ugh. It's low on the overall ranking for me based on how he behaves and treats Webby.

New Gods on the Block

I actually really love this episode but Storkules was pissing me off too much 😂 Nit pick for sure. I love this himbo but got dangit he was making me so mad. I get it was kinda important for the overall plot but come on we got so little Donsy content that it was frustrating that he was so intrusive.

The First Adventure

Nit picking again. I think it's kinda random how in the span of a few hours a hard ass like Scrooge went from "my obnoxious niece and nephew" to "my heirs and beloved family." I guess it's possible but not a fan of that kind of writing. For me it would make more sense that they had several adventures or at least more time with them before they became "his heirs" in his eyes. Extreme nit picking on my part though, the episode isn't bad at all really. Also no Hortense and Quackmore. Yes they were named. (Or she was) No we never got to see them. Rude! This was actually a really good episode though overall again I just have some minor nit picks.

The Fight for Castle McDuck

Okay this one is also kind of a nit pick but it's more like based on the episode's timing. I think it is absolutely ridiculous that Webby "Knower of all things Clan McDuck" has no idea that a family of Scots fights a lot. I can somewhat forgive it though as she's young and isn't as familiar with this side of the family in the flesh. But it's so weird how this late into the show we're seeing this?? I think I would have liked this episode more if it had popped up earlier into season 3 rather than so late? It just was a kinda weird episode and not the most enjoyable but the timing I think made it worse. Also the no mention of Hortense again. Referring to Matilda as the youngest when that's supposed to be Hortense? It's really not the worst episode. It just feels a bit off to me and again to me mostly the timing of it. Could have been better, could have been worse.

How Santa Stole Christmas

THROW THIS EPISODE INTO THE FUCKING GARBAGE. HATE HATE HATE IT. THIS ONE ACTUALLY MAKES ME RAGE.

This episode is actually worse for me than the finale. Literally I consider this episode the worst in the series. I just hate it!!!

I hate that this episode was about Scrooge and Santa. I really don't give a fuck why Scrooge hates Santa and this story in no way compelled me. (Also why was Scrooge and Santa's dialog weirdly shippy??? Thanks to this episode got another huge NOtp, "scranta" is gross, sorry, hate it. Absolutely cannot board that ship at all, I have the tag blocked.) I see absolutely no reason why this was the story we got when there was literally an option to follow up The Last Christmas now that Della was finally home????? MISSED OPPORTUNITY!!! I hate the weird crazy ass capitalist message going on throughout the episode, I get Scrooge is a capitalist himself but he didn't change from this episode? He walked away from Jennifer's obvious poverty life and went "ah as long as she's happy" instead of I don't know, maybe a message about helping the less fortunate??

Look maybe I'm just bitter from my own life. I've lived in extreme poverty my whole life. My parents home has literally looked so much liked the ruined place Jennifer lived in during the episode. And I live in Alaska so I KNOW COLD. I know how it feels to go cold for days on end, no food, no water, nothing. Extreme poverty. Scrooge could have done something. He wasn't like Donald who doesn't have much either. He's a freaking billionaire. He could have helped. And instead the message he walked away with is "if you're happy life is fine" or something. Whatever the message that was supposed to be from this episode is completely lost on me because all I see is a miserable rich old miser who hates letting kids have fun and won't help someone in need. Absolute garbage episode. I really wish they had instead just followed up on The Last Christmas. Or had some kind of family centric episode at least! I seriously fucking hate this episode so much. I would legit erase this episode if I could it is the WORST.

The Lost Cargo of Kit Cloudkicker

Nit pick again. Didn't love what they did with Kit. Okay I get the idea he grew up to idolize Baloo so he turned out more like him. It...wasn't great. Didn't like that much at all. Felt like they just tried to shove Kit into a DT87/DWD Launchpad mold. I didn't love that Baloo and Kit's relationship was mentioned weirdly casually? Like Kit called himself Baloo's sidekick??? Except in Talespin Kit calls him Papa Bear??? Also great, got another tag to block from this episode, the delkit ship. Not a fan, thanks.

Kinda weird for me with this episode I didn't really catch the meaning of it. To me it felt like the message was "defy expectations...by meeting them." It didn't really click and I kinda hated it for that plus the weird characterization of Kit. Actually I was on Twitter and someone was complaining about this episode and I responded in agreement and then FRANK REPLIED TO US 😅😅😅. Frank explained that the point was more of "if you're good at something, don't give it up" rather than "you can do anything you set your mind to" type message that appears a lot in kids media. (Also Frank please don't look at me when I'm criticizing the show 😂😂😂😂😭 I promise overall I do love it I'm just a loud mouth when I don't like something some times 😅)

After Frank explained that it did click a little better and I can see the message a bit more clearly. But I'm still not really in love with this episode like I wanted to be. I freaking love Talespin so that was a bummer. But as I've said a dozen times. I'm mostly nit picking my personal opinion.

The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck

Another one I wanted to like more than I actually did. And mostly this boils down to Louie having to apologize to Doofus when Doofus is the one who's like some wild sociopath or something. I get it Louie hasn't been completely innocent towards Doofus. He did try to use him and con him but Doofus flat out has tried to hold him captive and torture and even kill him. Doofus' sins outweigh Louie's. Louie having to apologize to prevent the tension and all just...feels like victim blaming? This one is harder for me to describe why I don't like it and I think others have explained it better than me. I think it could have been better if Louie AND Doofus both apologized and agreed to start over and let what happened between them before be water under the bridge. At least this way they're equals? Maybe it wouldn't have been the best fix but I feel it would have been better than Canon. This one I don't want to call a nit pick. This one feels like there is something fundamentally wrong with it but I struggle to explain. Mostly other than that though I think the episode was fine. A little weird that the karma court scale needed to be told the villains hearts rather than able to just know them (mostly looking at the Ma Beagle one here) but that part is more nit pick.

And finally...The Last Adventure

I have things I love about it. The individual character moments. The references and call backs. The music. This finale was clearly made with love and care.

But that damn Webby clone daughter thing twist changes things. I know some people say it doesn't but to me it does! I feel it messed with the family dynamic and the characters in a needless way. I feel it didn't add anything to but rather did take away from. I don't wanna say too much on it as there's already been so much talk on it so in keeping it brief- not a fan, didn't like, why the hell, no.

The thing with Bradford kinda threw me off too. His logic and insistence on not being a villain made him so interesting. He was truly a villain to rival Scrooge. Then in my opinion he was pushed into a weird middle ground. He didn't feel like he completely abandoned what he previously stood on but also didn't go full villain either? I get a villain like Bradford isn't easy. The writers have to truly bring their all for someone like him. But Bradford suddenly getting armor and the Split Sword and becoming a battling giant was kinda ????? inducing. Threw me for a bit of a loop. I probably need to watch this episode a few more times before I finally settle on where I sit with the Bradford thing but at least at this time I just feel kinda mixed on it. Maybe I missed something there.

Other nit picks from the finale. Donald's writing was a little weird, he sounded like he was going on vacation but then Della said he was moving out and Donald talked like "well you have the boys and Uncle Scrooge..." it just really sounds like he's leaving the family?????????? Especially at a time like this? Rude! I mean yes somebody please get this man a vacation but the writing here left me kinda confused and there is no reason Donald would ever just leave and act like "oh well their mom is back so my work here is done." Nope. DADnald for life.

Lena and Webby never getting shown to have made up after their fight. I imagine the giving June and May the friendship bracelets kinda implies it but come on. Even just a hug would have been good. Also...why are they giving up their friendship bracelets??? Confused, not a fan.

And also...in addition to the Clone twist, I really don't love that April, May, and June were all clones instead of Daisy's nieces. I really wanted to get to see them in the show and now I just feel like thanks I hate it! I admire the guts to make a twist like this and all but I really hate it.

Overall please let me say I LOVE Ducktales. The show as a whole to me is a huge important thing I love. This isn't an attack on anyone who likes these episodes. I am just once again being loud and obnoxious with my own opinions and nit picks and things I just would have liked to see or not see.

no idea if any of this rambling answers your question Anon but here you go. Hope it works.

[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

Loki x plus size!reader

Loki x reader, Thor x reader (platonic), Natasha x reader (platonic).

Word count: 2.13k

Warnings: none, really? Angst I guess, mention of weight gain, stretch Mark's, cellulite, insecurity, etc.

A/n: Heyo! The reader in the story is shorter than Loki, and has stretch marks, cellulite, and is plus size. If any of these topics trigger or upset you, then please don't read! Also, I kinda made Loki an ass in this, but i really didn't mean to make him that much of a jerk whoops. Anyway, enjoy it! I'm currently writing part 2 of sticky situation, but I'm finding it a bit tricky, I'm sorry for the delay! Hopefully it should be up soon. - Aphrodite :)

(Gifs not mine! Credit to owner :3)

• Asgard was different to earth.

• Growing up, asgardians are taught to love and appreciate their, and other's, bodies. No matter what colour, shape or size, there was never any discrimination or bullying because of a person's body.

• You and Natasha were close friends, so you spent a lot of time around the avengers, often in the avengers tower.

• When you first met Thor, you knew you'd be best friends. You both grew close very quickly, and treated each other like brother and sister.

• After about a year, Thor wanted you to go and see Asgard. You were hesitant, knowing that all asgardians were as skinny and beautiful as models, but Thor really wanted you to come and meet his family. Of course, you said yes.

• When you first got there, you met all of Thor's friends and were shown around. It was only on your second day in the palace when you ran into Loki. Thor told you he had a brother, but you had no idea what he looked like or what his name was; when you bumped into him, you were surprisingly quite cool and collected. You forgot about all of your insecurities and worries as you'd been treated extremely well by other asgardians.

• However, that was not the case with Loki; he had never seen somebody as beautiful and Goddess-like as you. He didn't know what to say, and when he doesn't know what to say he results to sarcasm. He didn't mean to seem cold and cruel, but he couldn't help it.

• "I, um, I don't believe we've met. My name is y/n, I'm here with Thor."

• You stuck your hand out to him, which he did shake, but he seemed bored and uninterested. He looked you up and down, and you suddenly became anxious.

• "A midgardian, I see. Well, I'm the brother of your meat head of a friend. The name's Loki."

• You told him you were pleased to meet him, then left to go and get breakfast with Thor. You found him decently attractive; his dark hair, piercing blue eyes, tall stature. You would've been head over heels if he wasn't as disinterested and arrogant as he was when you met him.

• When you left, he mentally scolded himself for not being more polite. He truly was speechless when he saw you. You were short, your body defined with soft curves yet your stomach protruding outwards a bit more than others. Your arms and legs weren't twigs like the other asgardian women, but were larger and patched with cellulite. He found you beautiful, like a Queen in her true form, yet you found your body disgusting, like a pig mixed with a human.

• Throughout the next couple of days, Loki watched you. While you were talking with Thor, reading in the library, at one of the museums; wherever you were, you always looked so calm and tranquil. However, your mind said otherwise. Yes, Loki could read minds, but invading your thoughts made him feel guilty. Instead, he could sense your emotions, and found that your calm shell hid the raging fire in your mind. He was desperate to know more.

• Whenever Loki was in the room, however, you liked to do the same to him. You'd study his features, watch as he sipped from his golden goblet and intricately turn the pages of his book. You rarely heard him speak, and when he did, it was never to you, but his voice was cold and sharp. His responses were always witty and well thought out, and you were dying to know what was going on inside his mind.

• One night, after dinner, Loki thought it would be a good idea to 'accidentally' lock you out of your room. When you were about to enter your room, you realised it was locked, so you went to find help. Loki was the first person who you found.

• "Excuse me, Loki? I'm kinda locked out of my room, you wouldn't know how to help, would you?"

• You had just come from the great banquet, which he had missed. You wore a long, dark green velvet dress with gold accents, which had a long slit running from your right foot up to your thigh. It proudly showed off your legs, arms, and chest, even revealing a little bit of cleavage. You were scared to wear it, but Thor convinced you that you looked amazing in it.

• Loki helped you back to the room, unlocking it for you. He wore his usual green and gold outfit; perhaps there was a running theme in Asgardian clothes.

• You invited him into your room for a drink before bed, which he happily obliged to, and you thought that this cod be your chance to get to know him better. Luckily, he was thinking the same thing about you.

• "So, y/n. What part of midgard are you from?"

• "Umm, I'm from New York. What's life like on Asgard?" You didn't really want to talk much about yourself, you weren't used to having a lot of attention on you.

• Instead of answering you, Loki stared directly into your eyes for a few moments. A cold sensation grew in your mind, and suddenly you felt yourself remembering your worst memories. The image of your friends calling you fat in school flashed before your eyes. The face of your high school boyfriend after he told you that your stomach was disgusting. The memory of crying while stood in front of a floor length mirror, studying the new stretch marks on your thighs. And countless images of a set of weighing scales, the number increasing slightly each time

• Your vision was blurred as these images repeated over and over in your head, and you began crying. You didn't know what was happening, or where you were, but all you felt was pure sadness washing over your body. Suddenly, the visions stopped, and you were sat back on your bed, with Loki next to you. He looked scared, puzzled, and concerned all at the same time. Thor had warned you that Loki had magical abilities, and mind reading seemed like a fitting power to match his personality. You stood up from your bed and wiped tears from your cheeks. You couldn't stop crying, but your tears turned from ones of sadness to ones of anger.

• "What did you do to me!?"

• You tried to shout, but it got caught in a sob. Instead, your voice cracked, and you sounded similar to a screaming cat.

• Loki didn't reply to you, but he merely looked down, not wanting to meet your gaze. His face had guilt written all over it, and you knew that he saw all of your visions too.

• Without a word, you marched to the door and left. As soon as it closed behind you, you ran down the halls of the palace. You didn't care who saw you, but you needed to get to Thor.

• Once you arrived at his quarters, you didn't even bother knocking on the door before walking in. Thor was sat up in bed, reading a book that you could only guess was written in Asgardian. You were a mess; mascara running down you cheeks, red lipstick smudged at the corner of your lips, eyes and cheeks pink and puffy from crying. You explained everything to him, and he understood what you felt. Although he couldn't really comprehend why you hated your body so much, he understood that you needed to get back home.

• After you cleaned yourself up in his bathroom, you both left back for Earth. You were still wearing your green gown when you arrived back in the avengers tower at 2 in the morning. Thor went to his room after making sure you were okay, and you were left alone in the common area. Sitting down on the grey sofa, you let out a loud sob and began crying again. You made sure you weren't being too loud, as you didn't want to wake up the entire tower, but soon enough Natasha found her way to the living room. You had your head in your hands, so only knew of Nat's presence when she put a warm hand on your bare shoulder.

• As soon as you felt her touch you, you stiffened up and stopped crying. Before looking up at her, you sniffed and wiped at your eyes, trying your best to convince her that you weren't crying. You stood up, and looked up at her. Even with Asgardian golden heels, you were still shorter than everyone.

• "Hey, it's alright." She gave you a sympathetic smile before pulling you in for a hug, and as soon as you both had your arms around each other, you couldn't help but start crying again. She stroked your hair as you cried on her shoulder, and your mind went fuzzy with the typical haze of crying. She guided you to her room and managed to calm you down, and helped you get changed into a pair of her pyjamas. Once you laid down on her bed, you were asleep. Nat didn't sleep much anyway, so she was fine staying up and watching over you.

• When you woke up the next morning, you felt like crap.

• Natasha always buys pyjamas 2 sizes up, to get the cozy oversized feeling. Her pyjamas were the perfect size for you, but you became conscious of how they perfectly fitted your legs and stomach, and how much of your body was on display. Your clock read 7:38 am, so you decided to get up and go to the living area.

• When you got there, Nat was cooking in the kitchen, and Thor was sat and the island. You could already hear them talking quietly as you walked into the room, but they stopped once they saw you. The warm scent of pancakes and syrup lingered in your nose as you walked up to them both. You walked to Thor, who gave you a hug, and then you sat down. Nat squeezed your hand once you were fully sat, and placed a plate in front of you. On the plate was a stack of pancakes that rose to the level of your chin, drizzled in maple syrup.

• "I'm going back to Asgard later to talk to Loki. You never have to go back there, and he's never going to lay a hand on you again."

• You gave Thor a tiny nod and rubbed your forehead. It was more than rude for Loki to enter your mind without permission, but you couldn't get him off your mind. At least he felt bad after doing it, and he must have had a good reason to do so. If only you could turn back time to ask him why.

• Once you ate breakfast, you got dressed. You always kept some clothes there, as you spent more time in the tower than your apartment. You wanted something baggy that didn't show off any of your curves, so you opted for an oversized jumper and a pair of mom jeans. A few of the avengers were off on a mission, which left only Nat, Thor, Bruce and Peter. Peter was at his apartment, and Bruce was still in bed, so it gave you some peace and quiet.

• Thor left for Asgard half an hour later, and Nat had gone downstairs to train, leaving you alone. About an hour went by before you heard a strange noise come from the kitchen.

• You got up from your seat in front of the sofa and turned around before you saw Loki, stood in front of you. He wore an all black suit, which made him look twice as good as he did in Asgard. You wondered how he could be here, when Thor had gone to give him a piece of his mind, but you weren't in the mood to talk to him. Instead, you turned around and plopped yourself back on the sofa, and continued to scroll through Netflix.

• "Listen, y/n". He came and sat next to you on the sofa. "I know what I did was wrong. But when I first saw you, I was speechless. You are so beautiful and look like the Gods sculpted you out of clay and I...I just didn't know how to react."

• You shifted in your seat and turned to look at him. You noticed the sincerity in his eyes, and cocked an eyebrow as if to make him continue.

• "And, when I sensed your emotions all I felt was hate. Last night, I let my emotions get the best of me, and I just had to see what fueled all of that negativity. I...I'm sorry."

• You were both confused and happy at the same time. Sure, you were more than pleased that he had apologised, but he thought you were beautiful? How? You couldn't understand what part of you he liked.

• "If you don't completely hate me, I'd be honoured to maybe get you lunch?"

• You smiled, telling him you'd be happy to. God, how were you going to explain this to Thor?