#Still a bit fucked up but less predatory and weird.

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Here's my King of Pentacles card!

Definitely an obvious choice, but I went with Akiyama for this one. If you're interested in reading more about the King of Pentacles and my reasoning for choosing Akiyama for this card, I'll put that under the cut:

Upright, the King of Pentacles is the ultimate rags-to-riches story. He did not inherit his obscene wealth. He earned it through his own hard work. But unlike other wealthy individuals who come from similar circumstances, but lose their connection to the less fortunate, the King of Pentacles has chosen to uplift those around him and share his wealth.

In this generosity we see someone who has faith in their ability to make enough money to replace what they're giving away. To the King of Pentacles, the lives of the people he's helping are much more precious than the numbers in his bank account.

The King of Pentacles accrued his wealth in the traditional ways-- he's not one to gamble and he doesn't typically indulge in frivolous spending. Through his hardships he has learned the importance of controlling his spending and investing wisely. Showing off or taking risks on a whim no longer appeal to him. He would much rather use his money to help people and actually make a difference in other people's lives.

Emotionally, he's not all that in touch with his own feelings or the feelings of others. This is largely due to this king feeling like he has other things he'd like to devote his attention to. While he definitely cares about his loved ones and the people he serves, this can manifest in criticism or advice that you might not have asked for.

Reversed, we see a King who no longer supports his people. Whereas the upright King of Pentacles is generous and confident that he will make back everything he gives away (and then some), the reversed King of Pentacles sees no value in generosity. His controlled spending habits have become penny-pinching and cheap and his confidence is replaced with an almost desperate need for wealth in all its materialistic qualities.

Despite his obsession with all things commercial, this reversed king doesn't have that much money. It seems to just slip out of his hands, being spent on gambling or other impulse-purchases that he can't afford.

His previous lack of emotional intelligence is now downright cruelty. He is aware of others feelings and thoughts, but he simply does not care. He is now completely inwardly focused, choosing to take what he wants regardless of how it affects others.

Akiyama definitely fits the upright version of the King of Pentacles. Considering he runs a loan business that doesn't charge any interest, I'm not saying anything all that revolutionary.

Reversed though, I think there's a more interesting discussion to have about Akiyama's character and how it relates to this tarot card.

So I'm not a huge fan of the way Akiyama treats women in Yakuza 4. For one, the male customers he has get these personalized tests that make them face the issues that caused them to seek a loan in the first place, but then for the women it's just "work at my hostess club, go on a date with me, or be willing to do sex work". When looking at Akiyama's treatment of women in 4, specifically Yasuko, we see a man who wants something and engineers situations to manipulate the woman into giving him what he wants. Yasuko says so herself that she can't really decline a date with the person who decides whether or not she gets the loan.

And while Akiyama isn't evil or even necessarily doing this consciously, we see someone who is willing to hold the promise of a loan over the heads of the people who have something he wants.

Akiyama wants to help people and that's great, but there's also a dark side to his generosity.

[aldruiel-scribbles]

Can we talk about how they aged Addam and Alyn Velaryon to the point that it will eventually become very fucked up? (Because it shows the predatory behavior of the show runners imo)

Addam (the dragon rider) was the eldest, not the youngest like in the show, and he was of the same age as Jacaerys Velaryon (114 AC). And his brother Alyn was a year younger than him (115 AC). Which means that at the start of the Dance in 129 AC Addam was 15 and Alyn 14. The problem is that the show runners decided to make them bastards of Corlys so they aged them up, A LOT.

Alyn will marry Baela, can you see where I'm going with this?

Alyn survives the dance, gets legitimazed and becomes the next Lord of Driftmark. Originally because of their age, Addam and Alyn, were believed to be bastards of Laenor and it was basically sort of confirmed (in the eyes of the people and maesters) when Addam claimed a dragon; but the were still rumors that Corlys was the father instead.

Alyn is now a man in his 30s, instead of a boy of 14, who will eventually marry a girl of 13. Like what the fuck? What was the need to make a grown ass man marry a girl? While Baela in this show seems a bit older she will still be a minor by the end of the DoD. That was a conscious choice, why add predatory behavior in a couple where there was none? Alyn and Addam could still be children of Corlys, even if they were younger!

It's not even the first time that they worsened an age gap, pushing this gross behavior towards the viewers. The best example is Viserys and Alicent, who in the book were 28 and 18 respectively (still too much although less horrible), but in the show it was a man in his 40s marrying a minor of 14. And yes, you could say that Westeros doesn't have the same concept of minors as we do so it's normal for them, but do you know who does have it? The fucking show runners! They continuously and willingly make this changes and think it's okay. Why make content about little girls being forced to have sex with old men? For once, none of these weird ass things were in the book and they decided they were going to add it.

Again, what the fuck?

[nellasbookplanet]

Book recs: sapphic romance for people who like Hannibal and Interwiev with the Vampire, aka fucked up and toxic

Enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, fucked up power imbalances, manipulations, plain bad people doing bad things - if you like your sapphics a little bit dark check out these books!

Some of these end happily, some tragically, some are more will-they-won’t-they than full on romance, some focus on healing while others focus on Getting Worse, but they’re all very juicy.

For details on the books, continue under the readmore

Feel free to recommend more books in tags and comments!

Othe book rec posts:

Really cool fantasy worldbuilding

Really cool sci-fi worldbuilding

Mermaid books

Vampire books

The Abyss Surrounds Us by Emily Skrutskie

Young Adult. tumblr classic back in the day! A trainer of sea monsters genetically engineered to protect ships from pirates is kidnapped by, you guessed it, pirates, one of whom happens to be very hot.

Escaping Exodus by Nicky Drayden

While my feelings on Escaping Exodus were mixed, it cannot be denied that the dynamic between the two leads and the way they go from childhood best friends to enemies on different sides of a class and power struggle is very delicious. It also features some really cool worldbuilding of living, alien generation spaceships and the human culture that has developed inside them.

The Stars are Legion by Kameron Hurley

This book fucked me up when I read it. It’s weird, it's gross, there’s So Much Viscera, there are literally no men, it has living spaceships and biotech but in the most horrific way imaginable. Had I to categorize it I would call it grimdark military sf. It’s an experience but not necessarily a pleasant one.

The Lumionus Dead by Caitlin Starling

Possibly one of the most unsettling books I've ever read, and definitely the most claustrophobic. Gyre, a caver on an alien planet, ventures into the dark and dangerous underground, guided only by a woman who has no compunctions on using and manipulating Gyre as she sees fit to obtain her secretive goals down in the caves.

The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri

On the less toxic and fucked up side of the spectrum, but still pretty juicy. A princess held captive by her own brother, who wants to see her dead, tries to trick a servant into helping her escape, but with undeniable attraction growing between them and the servant having her own goals things quickly get complicated.

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Listen, if you're on tumblr I probably don't need to explain this book to you. Trust me when I say it's exactly as good as people claim. There are indeed lesbian necromancers in space (quite a few of them, actually), but also incredible worldbuilding that keeps growing with every new installment, interesting political commentary, morally complex characters with fucked up dynamics, and well-thought out plot that keeps you guessing until the last.

They Never Learn by Layne Fargo

Listen, sometimes you just want to read about a vicious bisexual lady professor who murders predatory men and falls for the woman trying to solve her crimes and that's okay.

Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

The source of not one but two movie adaptations, Fingersmith is a story of trickery and manipulation as a young conwoman works to gain the trust of a heiress. I don’t want to say much more because the twists are some of the best parts, but trust that it doesn’t take long for things to get real complicated between them.

The Unbroken by C.L. Clark

Tourraine, who was stolen as a child and trained as a soldier for the empire that conquered her home, is recruited by Luka, the future leader of the conquering country to route out a rebellion. A game of twisted loyalties and attraction is soon to develop.

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Again, if you're on tumblr (or twitter, apparently) you have in all likelihood already heard of this one, too. Just like GtN it lives up to all expectations. It features two women on different sides of the titular time war, who starts leaving letters for the other to find as they chase each other through time. A quick read, slightly surreal, and absolutely beautiful, I cannot recommend this enough. Pretty mild on the fucked-up-scale.

House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson

In a world where the rich drink blood to preserve their health, Marion applies to a position as bloodmaid in a notorious noble house far from home. Suddenly showered with luxuries and debauchery, Marion soon gains the interest and favor of Lisavet, countess of the house. A fresh take on the idea of vampires.

Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon

A young pregnant woman flees a cult that left her body strange and changing in terrifying ways. Hidden from the world, she does her best to raise her children while trying to find out the truth of the cult and being pursued by a hunter in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. In no way a romance, but certainly has some fucked up sapphic shit going on.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson

After her home was conquered by another land, Baru is determined to join their forces and climb the ladder until she’s in a position to free her people. To prove her loyalty, she’s sent to bring order and quell rebellion in another conqured region. Baru is set to succeed, but also has to struggle with her feelings for Tain Hu, a duchess of this region.

Ice Massacre (Mermaids of Eriana Kwai trilogy) by Tiana Warner

Young Adult. A small island is forced to defend itself against intruding forces of vicious mermaids. As all men trying to fight them get lured in by their siren song, a ship filled with warrior girls is sent instead. However one of them, Meela, had a complicated past with one of the mermaids, which is brought back to life when the two reunite on the battlefield. This one is also available as an ongoing webcomic!

Borderline (The Arcadia Project trilogy) by Mishell Baker

Urban fantasy mystery. Very much of the will-they-won’t-they variety, with a bisexual lead who has a male love interest as well as a female without falling into the typical pitfalls of a love triangle. Plays around with various fucked up power dynamics. A year after a failed suicide attempt that cost her both her legs, Millie is recruited by a secretive organisation that works to control traffic to and from Arcadia, the land of faries. Bear in mind that while the sapphic-ness is present throughout, it has a much smaller presence in book 1 than books 2 and 3.

Bonus AKA I haven't read these yet but they seem really cool

The Hunger by Whitley Strieber

Ancient vampire is on the hunt for a new partner, none of which tend to last long.

Codename Villanelle by Luke Jennings

Precursor of the famous Killing Eve tv series. While I don’t know much of the books, I did enough research to know this: their endings differ.

[sleepygremlin11]

The reactions to Miquella as a character is honestly so telling about the broader souls gaming community. I mostly mean on Reddit because I am like 90% straight cis Reddit guys couldn’t analyze a evil character with any sort of benefit of the doubt. TLDR at the bottom because I’m a hoe who loved to ramble…

I’m not gonna pretend that I have a perfect grasp on Elden ring lore, so if anyone notices anything like crazy wrong with this feel free to let me know. But, from what I have seen on YouTube and Reddit people are desperate to make miquella out to be the most evil mf to ever exist in a video game. In all of the analysis I’ve seen of him as a character. People don’t seem to want to acknowledge that he’s probably mentally stunted from his curse. Like be so for real 10-year-olds are the most evil motherfuckers to ever exist, being stuck like that for hundreds of years, would drive anyone to a little bit of mass genocide. People also don’t want to see that he had majority positive intentions, and if you’re looking at it in a way that acknowledges that he’s probably despite his actual age only thinking with the mental capacity of a young child, the sort of black-and-white morality that he used in his campaign is completely fitting for a kid of that age. I think dudes on Reddit just are all not allowed within 60 feet of school so they’ve never interacted with children before, but I think if I asked my cousins that are that age they would solve a corrupt world they would say they would force everyone to be nice if given the opportunity.

Also, please take a second to consider the situation he was raised in before you make judgments on him just being a completely morally black character. Marika is absolutely insane from what we know of her, and wouldn’t you know it? So much of what Miquella does is similar to his mom. But he also leads with intentions to be better than her and a more positive force broadly. anyone who has played Elden Ring can and should tell you that the setting of the game is absolutely grim dark. Most of the characters you meet want you dead and if they don’t want you dead, they will probably end up dying by the end of the game. Even in the games happiest endings, the end is still bittersweet and nothing is really fixed. particularly because that’s just what the souls like genre goes for in it’s messaging.

I don’t want to make baseless accusations of homophobia to an entire group of people and a fandom that is admittedly accepting for websites that tend to be cesspits of homophobia and transphobia. But I feel like despite They being similar intentions and results Rahni does not get as harsh of a reaction as Miquella does. I firmly believe that this is because he is one of the few queer characters that we see in any soul games. It’s of course not great that the one aspect of queer representation is an incest pairing where one of them is getting molested. But I would still categorize him as a queer character. I think with a het pairing people would be more willing to make the relationship seem less predatory, but because it’s a queer relationship and Miquella is admittedly a bad character, people don’t look at their relationship with any sort of nuance. Radahn and Miquella are not the only examples of incest in Elden ring, and I think it’s also very common for stories based on pantheons to have incest. That sure is weird as hell, not a good thing, and it’s weird as fuck in my opinion. But it’s common in these stories. This could just be me being naïve, but I have never seen such a harsh reaction to a couple in media even when discussing other similarly, toxic and abusive pairings within media.

Idk if anyone’s willing to share their thoughts on this, I am more than happy to talk in the comments, so please let me know what you think 🥺

TLDR: Miquella is an evil but well written character and his actions make sense in the story. Fandom should not regard him as harshly as they do. Especially on sites like YouTube and Reddit, which are adorably dominated by straight cis men. I think part of the reason fandom reguards him so harshly in these communities is because he is a canon queer character. It’s also two in the morning right now when I’m writing this so this probably makes no sense and I’ll delete it tomorrow. 





[unlikelyjapan]

s2e6 rewatch notes - part 2

OK, jumping back in from the point where Stevie says "Carm, this is a good thing."

Richie passing Tiff the Sprite (inside the bedroom that is totally just the walls of Donna's brain - the Carmela Soprano-esque mom tchotchke's mixed with predatory animal statues and black accents - maybe a bit too on the nose....) and saying "Carmy made this for you - he's a god damn pop machine, this guy. He's a weird little dude!"

Both Richie and Tiff mistake Carmy's kindness for weakness, just like everyone else from his past. It explains why Tiff would gravitate towards someone like Richie - she hates his brashness (see when she wanders into the kitchen scene after throwing up and he's just revving everyone up) but accepts it so long as it's countered with tenderness because that fits with her idea of masculinity and normalcy.

"We're trying to....um....you know, hook him up with Claire Bear -loosen him up a little bit."

Tiff - "With Claire? Why would you do that? She's so nice."

Nice people (shorthand for normal people) deserve archetypical masculine guys who can be romantic - not people who are neurodivergent and kind. Trauma doesn't factor into any of their considerations in setting people up, because they don't reckon with their own.

The subject changes to Richie and Tiff's relationship and future plans/housing - after just discussing how to "turn Carmy into a MAN man" we watch Richie quietly flounder because we know damn well The Beef won't afford the kind of life Tiff envisions for their new family. Tiff shares her dream about the all-green clothes for them/red for the baby (the baby breaking their mold/image) and they wonder aloud if they're going to be good parents and if Eva is going to like them.

It's true that they'll be better - they're present, they don't want to start from a bad place. But when we look at how they were razzing Carmy, it's indicative of the fact that they're not about to shed the baggage of their histories - they are playing roles that were established for them through their pasts, so they're doomed to failure after the glow of new family wares off and life gets in the way. It'll just look a little different, a little better.

Richie utters "I don't want to be at The Beef every day" to Cicero as Mikey is ranting about the Bill Murray story in the background. Richie was exhausted by the patterns in his life 5 whole years ago, and it wasn't just about providing for his family. It's so obvious that he fully regressed during the pandemic/things not working out in his new life the way he hoped. He also knew at that time that "I'm good with people, but I've never really had an outlet for that" and he never gets to prove what he intuits until "Forks" - by the grace of Carmy, no less.

*lights a candle for Natalie Berzatto* All of Natalie's abuse is so straight-forward and targeted. I'm glad they explored her character this season, but she's still too neatly-tied for the type of abuse she endured. Some of that is a celebration of her core female essence/strength, but I feel like some of the veneer still has to crack in future seasons - if they have her reeling from postpartum depression in S3 on top of her initial worries about Donna/motherhood, it's truly going to break my heart.

Taking a moment just to appreciate John Mulaney belittling the Faks, as it's the only scene where I found their presence enjoyable.

Carm grabbing the saltines and asking Mikey about them working together - Mikey saying The Beef is a nightmare is self-explanatory, but the fact that Carmy follows it up with "I don't want you talking to Claire if you don't give a fuck" and Mikey assuring him that he does, convinces Carmy that Mikey loves him through his meddling with Claire. Out of the two things Carmy has yearned for (at this stage in his life) since high school, Mikey only wants him to have one of those things - the one Mikey and co. decide will be good for him.

Mikey saying "I give, like, the biggest fuck" and Carmen looking pacified/accepting of that statement, means that his father brother is telling him that Claire is the most important thing for him to pursue in his life, and he's just asserting his love for his brother by trying to set him up with her. So much damn pressure....

Discussing The Bear drawing outside the pantry

"It's beautiful....",

"Yeah....we could do this"

"Yeah.....let it rip."

I'm pretty sure this is the last one-on-one conversation Mikey and Carmy ever had, matching the suicide note - this scene is a living goodbye, and John Berenthal plays it like he knows it. Expert-level shit, expert-level acting all around.

All hail Sarah Paulson's hot mess of a character (you can take the dysfunctional girl out of the midwest, but you can't take the midwest out of the dysfunctional girl), even if she was just around to narratively offer Carmy a flashing exit sign (knowing that he's talented and cognitively different from the rest of the lot) and dole out the story about how bears grieve.

I think one thing that Richie, the Fak's and other "related by friendship" hangers-on have in common is that they recognize that Mikey and Carmy's familial suffering has made them dynamic in ways that their own suffering has not. Both have their own unique gravitas that separates them from all the other men in their crummy suburban life - these other men are trying to absorb power by proxy.

"Can you just go and get Dad's gun out of my drawer and I think I'm just going to blow my fucking brains out and then you guys can make dinner because I don't think anyone would fucking miss me" - many thanks to @loudlightobservation for pointing out in the part one comments that Donna probably has untreated Borderline and Narcissistic PD. I initially thought this scene was over-the-top, but I burned an hour reading about how severe the reactions to perceived abandonment can be in these cases.

As per my comments about Natalie and her veneer, at least she can do things like ask Stevie "can you hug me?" and select men like Pete who will always be ready to do so. Unlike the boys, she learned how to identify needs and self-soothe early, probably because she was the most neglected of the three.

Didn't know where to put this: Cicero's relationship/flirtation with Donna when she's in the kitchen "do you know how fucking hot you are when you're slurring your words?", Lee's hatred of Cicero, and Lee trying to make inroads with Donna (again) through a work collaboration - the building in Wilmette likely being the property that Cicero mentioned having to offload. Carol (revealed to be Cicero's wife by name in s1e4) yelling at Lee as he enters for his first scene of the show. Again, I didn't know where to put these interconnected notes, but WHAT. THE. FUCK. HAPPENED. HERE.

Also, is Lee a former partner in The Beef (after he presumably replaced the Berzatto patriarch for a stay) and that's part of the resentment towards Mikey - along with sharing Donna for a time? Or is it something else? I've had a hard time piecing together these narratives beyond the obvious psychosexual connection to Donna.

Ugh, the all-hands crucifixion of St. Pete - I morphed from "who is this cuck?" in season 1 to wanting to storm onto the set and carry him out myself like a baby - not unlike how I felt the first time I saw Carmy slapping the donut out of Marcus' hands. Cringe but ultimately minor transgressions in a charged environment wind up being the greater sin than full-on emotional abuse with the Berzattos.

I'm finding there's less to dissect in the second half of the episode - everything is more overt. Cicero is generous. (re: shielding Richie). Natalie and Carmy are emotionally spent from their Donna-duty.

The whole final Donna/Carmy kitchen scene brings up a lot of existential questions I ask myself as a cook about food being a mechanism of control. I love to gather and cook for people - but I also know I'm an anxious person who needs to control the narrative, and sometimes I want people to be somewhat beholden to me through the care I extend to them through food and entertaining. In doing this, I sometimes feel pushy, and know there is always a level of avoidance in hosting/caring for people.

But with Donna, and through that conduit, Carmy - food IS control. Food IS enmeshment. Food IS the forcing function for unruly togetherness (through the restaurant and grand celebrations in the Italian tradition).

I hope that Carmy, through his collaboration with Syd, carves out a healthier narrative of what caring for people through cooking and service means. I don't think he hates cooking, as others have postulated - I think he hates the enmeshment, I think he hates himself for feeling he needs to control people through food. I think he hates feeling forced to do it, because he can't function that highly outside of it. The sooner he can extricate himself from his past, the sooner I think he'll love creating food and sharing it again.

The Lee and Mikey jousting bit is essential to the dinner unravelling, but while it's immaculately acted, it's not really interesting to me since it's such an overt conflict. Poking the bear, fighting to be the patriarchal figure of the house, blah blah blah. It makes for great visuals, but it doesn't reveal any new depth beyond "men=fucked."

And the "cousin, you're scaring the normals" comment - I see no evidence that anyone who would willingly wander into this abattoir fits that description. The best part of the scene is when Lee says "throw another fork at me and you're going to get fucking rocked" and then there's just the pregnant pause, immaculately shot, with the old clock ticking in the background.

Lee's "You're nothing. You're nothing. You're nothing" harkens back to "You're bad at this. You are bullshit. You should be dead" - all of the Berzatto men are capable of being ground to a pulp by other men they perceive to be authorities in some form or another, and I think we're only just beginning to see in this season how women factor into the equation (those in charge and those who are seemingly powerless) after a lifetime ruled by Donna.

Donna, who enters the scene, and everything defers to the power she holds over everyone with her tempestuous illness.

Ha, I missed the line in Stevie's grace where he says "We're healthy, I think? No ones si....no ones physically very sick."

"Natalie Rose Berzatto...." God. If I had turned off subtitles, JLC's delivery in this scene would make anyone hear "Do you know how much I fucking hate you" - because that's what she meant. And God bless Michelle.

It seems like, the moment Carmy looks at the car and the cannoli, it's finally cemented in his mind that Mikey and Donna are intrinsically the same person (but the selective trauma memories he maintains after Mikey's death wipe out the bad, hence his surprise about him using etc). Ending with Natalie's A+ horror film face and the lyrics "Could you ever know how much I care?" was absolutely the right editorial tone to end the episode.

I'm going to be honest....I thought I'd find a lot more in this hour than I actually did.

I'm really looking forward to Bolognese onwards, mostly because I really miss Syd now - the show without her energy (mostly because Natalie still has inadequate development, through no fault of her own) is just male trauma from a male perspective....

[butchsophiewalten]

Man this is so random but this theory is stuck in my head and I wanna see how other people feel about it because I don't see people talk about it a lot (I have no clue if the link will go through properly since I've never put a link in a ask box)

https://www.tumblr.com/art-w0rm/667910993425350656/theory-time

Oh god not this theory again. I really truly try not to be mean to people for no good reason on this blog, but this theory is literally one of the stupidest fucking things I've ever seen in my entire life. I don't talk about this theory because to me it's like the walten files theory equivalent of that tubby custard mechanically separated chicken post.

Most of the time I genuinely don't even consider it worthy of my time, because it's nonsense, but this is a very nicely worded ask, and I really don't mean to dedicate any of the vitriol I hold towards this theory to You, poor anonymous person, so I will deconstruct it. I will go through the theory point-by-point and deconstruct why I disagree with it.

First up, this:

Showbear is not a character in The Walten Files anymore. Showbear was fully retconned and is never going to appear in the series again. He was effectively just a cameo of ThunderingStatic's (one of Martin's friends) OC, but when The Walten Files blew up and people started assuming Showbear was Martin's character, Static decided to withdraw his character from the series and focus putting him in other projects.

Martin talked about this on Twitter forever ago, but I wouldn't be able to find that tweet now. But here's a bit from the interview he did with KnowYourMeme back in 2021 where he talks about it:

Now this:

This is just stupid to me? Like a complete logical incongruity? I barely even know how describe what is dumb about this because I can't even fathom how anyone draws this conclusion from this information. How is it strange for a man to say 'if my wife isn't home by the time she said she was going to be, let me know, in case something happened.'????? Why would Rosemary be out cheating on her husband with her fucking daughter with her??? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would her whole life collapse when he went missing? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would she show up at the restaurant every day after he disappeared asking if anyone had seen him and hoping to find him alive??? Why would she make paintings of herself and him together after he disappeared????? What the fuck are you talking about?

Ok now this:

Whatever. This is maybe the most coherent part of the theory, to me. I definitely agree that Sha evokes a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' sort of aesthetic, but I do remember Martin saying something in a Twitter Q&A at one point about how that wasn't actually intentional, and that Bon was the character he actually meant to seem unusually predatory. I looked for a while and couldn't find a screenshot of that, but I did find this one where he says the thing about Bon:

So whatever. take that with a grain of salt.

I don't even know what to say. here. Whatever. sure she was rolling in the hay

yeah Rosemary is asking if she's still beautiful because she cheated on her husband and not because she was chopped up and stuffed inside a big animatronic sheep. I think this is correct and is the True Deep Lore.of the walten files. I'm sure this doesn't have anything to do with the recurring motif of the double-meaning behind the word Beautiful either.

I don't know why it's weird that the lost lingering spirit of a mother would be calling out to her only living child. I Don't know why that needs additional explanation involving this batshit infidelity conspiracy theory.

Sha's chest is also ripped out

So is Banny's, honestly? Just a little less?

ok now this:

I guess I can't disprove this except that I think this is dumb. I think this is a really incredibly stupid logical leap to make. Y'know I really meant to go into this levelheadedly and very calmly go through every point and talk about why I think it's Decisively Disagreeable or whatever but I can't. I really can't. I just cannot keep my patience with this sort of thing.

You'd think if there was an infidelity aspect here it would've been lampshaded in some respect, at all, in the old /sophiewalten findjackwalten page text. Where it's literally Sophie talking to Jenny about what she remembers about her family.

Especially if the idea is that Sophie is meant to have been there. You'd think something like that would have come up here. Not 'she was nice and a good mom until my dad disappeared and her mental health started getting worse'

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Eat With Your Eyes

For: @astatia-ghast @kii0mi @crowswithize @majorastudios @gamma-radio-dp @underforeversgrace @bookhoard @dekalko-mania @five-rivers 

Danny and Phantom's situation wasn't really new news these days and neither was his little hunger issue.

Chap.1: The Uneating

Ever since most of the town had put it together they’d gotten used to Danny being maybe a bit weird or off. Sure some of the town still wrote the Fenton boy off as just a weirdo and Phantom off as just their ghostly protector, but most didn’t; no one who went to or worked at Casper High did, that’s for sure. For the most part it was just little things like him maybe walking through something instead of around it or the random seemingly unwanted power usage that everyone wrote off as Phantom fucking with his host for a laugh.

Fenton getting randomly pantsed was absolutely hilarious. Though Phantom seemingly hijacking Fenton’s fingers to ecto-beam one of the teens bullies, quickly put a stop to said bullying; once the two figured out pretty much everyone knew about their weird situation anyways.

It had been a bit strained at school when the two had first clued in that everyone knew, seemingly expecting to be attacked or ‘separated’ -if that was even possible- but some reassuring settled things down. Now Fenton could just leave whenever to let Phantom do his hero business, and Phantom was being more ‘in the open’ even when not explicitly ‘in control’ of the body. Sure, the two would give people kinda weird looks when anyone commented if they liked each other or shared an opinion, but everyone just kinda figured that was them still being a bit weirded out over everyone just being cool with them.

This also lead to everyone, especially everyone at Casperhigh, ignoring things that either Danny was trying to hide or ignore. Like how Phantom, for whatever reason, chose to make Fenton’s breath cold as a sign that the ghost ‘wanted out’ for whatever reasons, it was almost always to deal with some ghost though. With how Fenton would glare at his foggy breath, he clearly found it annoying; everyone decided that the two probably couldn’t communicate mentally/internally due to this, since Phantom just mentally asking would make way more sense and would still work in a cold environment. Someone people would stare at the fog for a bit but always tried to play it off like they didn’t notice; except Sam and Tucker, who were Fenton’s friends so clearly that was okay.

So it was in this same vein that all the adults definitely made sure to not react to or comment on the… staring; even when his eyes would go green for a bit, which was almost always followed up by Fenton closing his eyes harshly and rubbing his head/temples… sometimes grumbling a little or sagging tiredly. The teens were less considerate though, they all would get excited if Phantom’s eyes came out, everyone assuming that Phantom was just trying to say hi. Half the time this resulted in Fenton getting slightly mobbed with eager ‘hello’s and other such greetings, which he’d flee and hide in the bathroom from; leaving teachers to chastise the teens fellow classmates. Granted, said teachers shared the same opinion, but mobbing the boy just ‘cause Phantom wanted to make his presence known wasn’t appropriate. Sure the mobbing was less ‘intense’ now, since the staring and Phantom eye flashing had been steadily happening more often -a sign of comfort with everyone knowing perhaps?- but still; especially since Fenton only seemed more bothered by it happening.

So while it was nice Phantom ‘rising to the surface’ to say hi or just stare at them, the last thing anyone wanted was the two to stop getting along; Phantom being ‘cute’ or not. Plus, if it wasn’t for everyone’s tolerance and fondness of Phantom, and Fenton really, the intense wide-eyed staring would be really goddamn creepy; which, yeah, it sometimes still was. There was something predatory or metaphorically soul sucking about it. But ghosts were normally creepy right? They were supposed to be. So it was fine, it was endearing and cute, instead of disturbing and unsettling. Especially when Phantom’s green eyes glowed in that way that all the light around them seemed to disappear into darkness, usually that only happened when Phantom was in control of the body but sometimes it’d happen on Fenton’s face too; that always came with the sensation of needing to flee for your life but everyone’s interpretation was that Phantom was just saying hello very aggressively and didn’t understand that that wasn’t the best way to be doing that, which just made it really fucking adorable instead.

It was like a cats eyes going all wide and dilating over watching birds. Predatory? Yes. Adorable? double yes.

And sure, whatever they were feeling before Phantom got very aggressive about his ‘hello’s was always gone after but that just made sense, especially to the teens, how could someone go back to being mad or sad or annoyed after Phantom made a point to say hi? Maybe Phantom or Fenton could tell and Phantom was just trying to make them feel better? Again, sweet and adorable.

Fenton squeezing his eyes shut harshly and giving a bit of an apologetic look was just him actually being apologetic for Phantom’s less than human behaviour. Sam and Tucker seeming slightly worried about it meant nothing, right? And Jazz was always worried about her brother. Jack and Maddie were obviously still getting used to their son’s body roommate and getting over their ectophobia, so of course they were at least a little worried; realistically any parent would be worried about their son having a ghost existing in his body, like, obviously.

Plus, Fenton, and Phantom most likely, definitely told his friends and family stuff that he/they didn’t tell to everyone else. Everyone was like that with their friends and family; and Phantom obviously tried to be mostly ‘professional’ with the towns folk, less so with Fenton’s classmates and teachers, and definitely even less so if at all with Fenton’s close ones.

Oddly enough, Jack seemed to be the one that seemed the most concerned about the staring, even if he was the least concerned about everything else.

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Jack was lying in bed and frowning at the ceiling for what must be the hundredth time in past while after the family had had supper. Mads was out researching again, trying to find more of Skulker’s discarded tech to figure out how it worked or if the ghost had gotten any closer to figuring out how to actually harm their half-ghost son; meaning Jack was free to think. Sure he was also concerned about the poacher/hunter ghost figuring out how to hurt his son, but he’s confident his boy can handle anything that ghost throws at him. Jack was still worrying about him right now though, just not about that. No, Jack was more concerned with Danny’s increasingly odd behaviour. Sure, Danny’s behaviour around them had changed and been arguably ‘weird’ ever since they found out about him, but that was expected. Him phasing through things, finding random acts of body horror funny, or baring his teeth at something that was annoying him, was all just normal ghostly behaviour that Jack would expect from any ghost, Halfa or not. Vlad certainly bared his teeth a lot; way more than Danny so it was definitely influenced by their personalities. Him and Maddie definitely worried about Danny brushing off his injuries like they were no big deal, but that was just because they were his parents and not because they actually needed to be worried. Ghosts getting grossed out by Danny breaking a bone was always absolutely hilarious though, made Jack crack up every time even if the ‘my son just broke a bone! Oh no!’  reaction was still there in the back of his head. Danny wrapping his ghostly tail around any of them/his friends when he was sleepy and feeling a bit protective was also very adorable. And he initially had the same ‘Aww, that’s adorable’ reaction to his son’s little wide-eyed staring moments -fits? Phases? Moods?- even before he knew about his sons halfa status; and after finding out he only thought it was even cuter and was likely some kind of ghost fondness behaviour. Staring at something because you really really like it made perfect sense and was a very touching thought. Danny seemingly not liking it, or turning away, or rubbing his head, was just him still being a bit awkward and unsure about the way he is and them actually knowing about that.

Thing was… Vlad didn’t do that. He didn’t do the intense wide-eyed staring with the occasional eye glow, ever. Not towards Jack, which Jack could understand even if he liked to still think of Vlad as his best buddy ever. Not towards his Packers collection. Not towards even Danny, who Jack knows Vlad is weirdly overly fond of. Outside of them having some differing powers, likely due to likely having different cores, and having different Obsessions, they shared all the same little ghostly attributes otherwise. The staring was different. It was just Danny. And that worried Jack.

Before Danny had ‘grown up’ and become an adult ghost, Jack thought it was just ‘cause he was a child ghost, which Vlad very much wasn’t. But the staring got noticeably, almost aggressively, worse after; meaning it wasn’t an age/physical maturity thing. If anything that meant it was just a ghost thing, since all of Danny’s more ghostly behaviours seemed to increase after he ‘grew up’; meaning Vlad should also being doing it. Sure, perhaps Vlad had learned to not do that in the twenty odd years he’s been a halfa, but Danny had really solid control over everything but the staring these days; the staring seemed less controlled honestly.

So here he is lying down worrying and wondering if he should just bite the bullet already and call Vladdie. He didn’t exactly… like telling Vlad anything about Danny considering their odd and sometimes violent sorta-friendship -and the whole cloning incident that Jack was totally not cool with- but Vlad knew being a halfa better than anyone and if Jack was asking out of genuine concern he knows Vlad will listen and maybe be nice.

Sometimes he wishes he told Maddie about Vlad’s halfa status, that way he could ask her if this was a good idea. But he’d never do that without Vladdie’s permission and he’s fairly sure his buddy doesn't actually realise Jack knows, which was a whole nother issue on its own but worry over Danny trumps trying to ‘wait for his best friend to just tell him already’. He always kind of expected Vlad to just tell him and shout at him for the accident, that never happened though and then life just got in the way. Jack definitely waited too long on that, he almost wants to thank Danny for this sort of push.

Okay yeah. He’s calling Vlad. Right now. Definitely right now.

Jack stares at the ceiling before grumbling to himself, “man up, Jack. Are you or are you not a Fenton”. If his son can go off and fight ghost god kings, then Jack can call his freaking sorta best friend.

He continues to just lay on the bed for a while before very forcefully making himself sit up and grab the phone like he was threatening it.

Vlad actually picks up but doesn’t even say anything. Oh he probably wants to find out who’s calling him first. Heh. Whoops.

“Hey, V-Man”.

Vlad’s sigh is more than a little audible, “what do you want, Jack?”, and then there’s a muttered, “if there’s about to be a ghost invasion I’m going to set my African Violets on fire”.

That was another thing about Vlad and Danny, both liked to threaten violence when mildly annoyed. “So uh”, Jack swallows a little and proceeds to word vomit, “I-kinda-totally-know-that-you’re-a-half-ghost-like-Danny-and-was-kinda-totally-wondering-if-you-totally-get-like-urges-to-stare-at-things-intensely-but-have-just-like-learned-how-to-resist-that-because-Danny-boy-keeps-doing-that-and-I’m-worried-about-it-‘cause-he-seems-to-not-like-it-and-it’s-kind-of-creepy-even-if-it’s-also-adorable-and-it-seems-to-only-be-getting-worse-or-something-please-help”, and wheezes, out of breath, afterwards.

It takes Vlad a while to respond to that. Understandable. “Jack”. Oh he’s mad. “I-butter biscuits”, Vlad takes a deep breath, “know that I am half tempted to burn down your house, what do you mean you KNOW. But-”, another sigh, “I am… resisting that desire because I… do not have that ‘urge’ as you just called it. That is not normal”, then grumbling some more, “Daniel, what did you get into now. Why are you like this”.

Jack chuckles very awkwardly and can practically feel Vlad glaring at his phone. “Uh, yeah. And, I mean, I am sorry about that. The accident. And-maybe-I-was-waiting-for-you-to-tell-me-and-yell-at-me-for-it-and-maybe-I-shouldn’t-have-done-that-”.

Vlad thankfully cuts him off, “as much as I do want to yell at you and as much as I am aggressively smug to finally get an actual apology from you- you never even seemed to CONSIDER apologising for that. What’s going on with Daniel?”.

Not for the first time Jack’s kind of glad for Vlad’s weird level of fondness for Danny. “Yeah that was dumb of me huh?”.

Vlad growls,“you THINK”.

Jack winces a little, “Ah heh”.

“Daniel, Jack”.

Jack nods to himself, shifting on the bed some, “it’s like I said. He has these moments where he’ll just stare really intently, sometimes his pupils dilate almost completely covering his irises, or his eyes will go green, sometimes enough so that all the light around his eyes seems to disappear. There’s a predatory, soul-sucking feel to it; even if it is kinda cute. Like he’s a cat and we’re birds. Or like those little animated characters with the really big doll eyes”, rubbing his neck, “Mads thinks it’s endearing, like a ghostly way to say he likes us but that he’s just embarrassed. I’m not so sure about that. So uh, I’m asking. Probably-should-have-asked-sooner-‘cause-you’d-probably-know-right? Which-I-probably-would-have-if-I-had-just-told-you-I-knew-instead-of-you-know-not? And-I’d-like-to-think-Danny-would-just-tell-us-if-something-was-wrong-but-I-don’t-know?”.

Jack’s honestly surprised Vlad hadn’t interrupted him again, but based on all the shuffling and what maybe sounds like pages? turning Jack’s gonna guess he was looking something up. Vlad muttering to himself audibly enough for Jack to still hear him, “I was thinking as much, but why would he be being so noticeable? Unless”, sighing loudly, “that fudging idiot”.

Jack’s a little confused, “me or him?”.

“Yes, you’re an idiot, but no I mean him”. Then Vlad goes right back to muttering, “I’m half tempted to go beat some sense into that thick skull of his”.

Okay, Jack’s not going to pretend he didn’t hear that. “I’d rather you just tell me why first at least”.

Vlad doesn’t saying anything for a beat, “have you just been wilfully ignoring my threats of violence for years?”.

Jack rubs his neck again, that probably wasn’t a normal reaction, was it? “Well, Danny-boy didn’t seem to mind and has definitely been doing it right back”.

“You’re an insane fool”, Vlad sighs yet again, “at least I know where Daniel gets it from. However, I can’t believe I’m saying this, you’re right to be worried, Jack. Is Maddie truly not?”, he sounds genuinely confused and concerned about that.

Jack nods to himself, “she thinks he’s just being adorable in a more spooky way. Like him becoming all ghostly so young affected how he shows affection or attention or whatever, and he just can’t tell it’s a little creepy”.

“I don’t even know what to say to that”.

“Does that mean it’s a bad thing? All his classmates and teachers seem to think it’s cute too. Mr. Lancer even subtly awww’d and gave him a head pat over it”.

“Oh for Goudas sake- has this town lost all sense of danger? If Daniel was weak I’d understand, but this is just ridiculous”.

Jack frowns, ‘of danger’?, “danger? Vlad?”.

“Yes, danger, Jack”, Vlad starts basically outright ranting, “That ‘staring’ has a predatory feel because it is predatory. The boy is hungry and his body is trying to make him eat you. And since it’s clearly happening against his will he is clearly bloody starving himself like an IDIOT. Of course that fool wouldn’t want to and would instead just ignore his own fudging needs; how did I even miss that? How did Jack of all people notice and get concerned first?”.

Jack frowns deeper, he seriously didn’t like the sounds of this. Sure sometimes Danny missed lunch or supper or breakfast because of a fight but he certainly wasn’t starving himself? So there has to be a ghost thing that he needs to eat? But he isn’t? And whatever this was Vlad wasn’t too surprised Danny wasn’t ‘eating’ it? But ghosts didn’t eat people so what? He’s confused. “Vlad, what are you talking about? What do you mean he’s starving himself? I’m fairly sure ghosts don’t eat people, you don’t right?”. If halfas need to eat people, for some reason, that would take some serious getting used to; though it would make sense Danny-boy not wanting to do that. Jack seriously hopes he’s jumping to the wrong conclusions here.

Vlad actually laughs at that, “Jack, do you seriously believe I’d be able to be a remotely public figure if I had to commit cannibalism? I’d have to be an utter fool. The media would rip me to shreds in a heartbeat. Though… I Imagine it is a bit similar. Basically, if you remember all those theories that ghosts feed off of emotions, then you already have your answer”.

Jack taps his chin, okay so that was better and it was neat to have a theory confirmed, but… “so Danny’s not feeding on emotions and it’s showing through his eyes? Why the eyes? Wouldn’t a more mouth or stomach-related reaction make more sense? Like the hunger pains or mouth-watering humans get?”.

“If you would recall, ghosts don’t have stomachs; though I suppose since halfas don’t react the same as full ghosts all the time, then your question isn’t completely idiotic. And this is a case of reacting different than ghosts. Think, Jack, where on Daniel does his ectoplasm, in human form, have the best and easiest access to outside of his body?”.

Jack all but smacks his forehead, this should have been obvious, “the eyes!”.

Vlad sounds almost tired, “exactly. On full ghosts all of their ectoplasmic outer shells have constant full time access to the environment and any emotional energy that happens to be in the air, as such they absorb said energy through their ‘skin��; for halfas, it’s the eyes, as that’s the only part that’s always in close contact with the atmosphere and any emotional energy that might be floating around”.

“Okay, but why is he not doing that then? I mean, I’m guessing his body just naturally knows how and surely he knows, so?”.

“Do I really need to explain to you why the boy wouldn’t want to be eating his friends' and family’s emotions?”.

Jack rubs his neck, “well it’s not like that would actually hurt us right? Though I guess he might feel bad about it”.

“Oh come on, seriously? Outside of the simple fact that it is rather parasitic, which Daniel would dislike; it very well can hurt. If someone’s emotions get sapped too much they can literally die or go comatose. He likely decided ignoring it was the better option rather than risking the possibility of hurting someone, unaware that that’s not exactly an option. So now the idiots backed himself into a corner, because if Daniel’s so hungry he’s clearly barely controlling it, he likely will not be able to help severely overindulging if he gives in and feeds. As I said, dangerous”. Grumbling, “though he’s likely glad his behaviour is being interpreted as endearing rather than threatening. I can’t imagine he’s not confused by it though”.

Jack might have laughed at that last bit if he wasn’t genuinely really worried all over again, someone thinking your threats to… eat them was adorable or cute would be pretty annoying and funny. Swallowing, “that’s not good. So, how do we help? Can we just make him fed? Without him hurting anyone? And then we, or you maybe, can, like, talk to him without him being distracted by being hungry?”, chuckling very awkwardly, “I know I suck at thinking when I’m hungry”.

Jack ignores the mumbled, “you’re terrible at it when you’re full too”. Vlad hums a little, “his body will force him to, one way or another, eventually. That won’t end well, for anyone. It is not as if anyone can merely shove ‘emotions into his eyes’ as one would shove food into someone’s mouth. Nor is there an IV drip for emotional energy-”.

Jack cuts him off, “I could just make one then!”, and nods to himself. He’s got no clue how yet but he’s sure he’ll figure it out!

“If you pull that off I will be genuinely impressed with you, as much as that would pain me. But unless you truly believe you can pull such a thing off in hours or perhaps days, I’d say it’s too late for that approach. Either convince him to feed, preferably under sedation at first, then in small ‘bites’, as it were, later. Or I will”.

Jack grimaces at that, he has a feeling Danny wouldn’t like whatever Vladdie’s methods would be. How would Jack, or Maddie, convince Danny to do something he pretty clearly doesn't want to do? Would just making it clear to him they’re okay with it be enough? And Jack’s not just going to knock his son out and force it somehow. “I guess I’ll just have to try talking to him then”; what other option was there?

“See to it that you do, I will be asking him”. And Vlad just hangs up on him.

Jack eyes the phone a little before putting it down and folding his hands over his mouth, thinking. If Danny really has enough of an issue with this emotional feeding thing that he’s willing to starve himself, just giving him the okay to do it probably won’t be enough. Jack would bet half his fudge that Sam and Tucker probably knew and probably already talked to him or tried to and Danny shut the conversation down. Though… that was probably before he got so seemingly hungry that he was losing control of his own eyes and was accidentally eating until realising what he was doing and stopping himself; him blinking harshly or squeezing his eyes shut must be him forcing himself to cut it out. So maybe talking would work? Well, what else can Jack really do? And maybe if he got enough people together Danny could just collectively feed on everyone or person hop who he’s feeding off of? Then he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting anyone! The whole town loved Phantom these days so Jack doubts he’d have trouble convincing a lot of people to help; especially his son's fellow teens.

Sure Danny probably wouldn’t want the whole town knowing about this but if it would get him to not starve himself then it would be worth it.

Okay now how to start the talk? Uhhh. Well Jack’s never been one for subtle!

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Chap.2: The Eating

Danny was… not doing great. Everything ached and he was so hungry and he kept aggressively disassociating. Everyone around him was just practically bleeding emotions and he could see them in the air, it was just making him hungrier and he couldn’t help looking and focusing on it. The colours, scents, tastes, in the air and around people. The fact that teenagers were so much more emotional than adults was definitely not helping. Ghosts were pretty heavily emotional too and everyone got emotional cheering for him in his fights. He’d complete school work, barely, and get pride thrown at him by the teachers; Lancer was the worst. Everyone was so tempting, their emotions were, and his stupid body was being so goddamn needy.

All he wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed.

He would have thought that by now he would have gotten used to not satisfying that stupid part of him, but no apparently not. Stupid, stupid body.

Initially he’d kinda liked being able to pick up on emotions, being easily able to tell how his friends or family or townsfolk were feeling, but it very quickly came to bite him in the ass when he realised he had a strange sort of hunger aimed at the emotions. It made him feel like a parasite, when he realised that feeling of fond comfort at being able to tell what they were feeling was at least partly him eating the emotions… or absorbing them or however it worked. Either way it was gross, and creepy, and icky, and he didn’t like it. Wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. He did not consent to his body doing that, to anyone, period. So why couldn’t his body just get the goddamn message already?!?

Ancients it was just so… so goddamn much.

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Fuck.

Damnit.

Wincing slightly and squeezing his eyes shut. Fuck. He really hated that it was getting worse. It. madel m feelike shit. Ugh. Putting his head down on his desk and trying to massage his temples subtly, just waiting for the goddamn bell to just go off already. He wanted to go home. If the Box Ghost shows his stupid face today Danny’s just going to scream at him like a banshee until he leaves… which hopefully won’t turn into crying, ‘cause he kinda wants to start doing that too.

Can you cry out your hunger? Fuck that’d be nice.

Star near him muttering, “awww, boo”, disappointedly at him, just makes him want to bash his face into the desk until he breaks it or his face or both. He does not understand why everyone thought his ghostly shit was cute… and frankly he can’t really be bothered to try and figure that out right now; or ever maybe. He’d rather they all feel that way, fond and amused, over viewing him as a freaky monster. And at least it was distracting.

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Ugh.

Digging his nails, claws really, into his desk enough to hurt a little more than the ache was also distracting; and at least all these desks were fucked up enough that him damaging them more didn’t really fucking matter. The desk actually audibly cracking makes him cut it out and tense though, only relaxing a little when no one comments on it. Did that mean no one noticed? no, he knows most people pretend they didn’t notice things that they think he doesn’t want them to. It was nice, he appreciated it. What he’d appreciate more right now is being left alone in a dark secluded room, cut off from everything including stupid visible emotions.

Ancients he can feel them brushing up against his skin, like a tempting caress nudging him towards just devouring every little bit.

He growls at his stupid fucking desk. Fuck.

Kwan’s voice makes him flinch a little, “dude, I don’t know what that desk did to you but the bell rang”.

Oh fuck. Goddamit.

Danny grumbles incoherently into the desk top before actually replying, “thacks, ‘wan”, then pushing himself up with some serious effort. He just kind of staggers out while staring bloody murder at the ceiling and trying to ignore goddamn everything.

(Kwan, watching this, snickers to Dash, “Phantom must not be letting him sleep much”. And Dash, at seeing Kwan’s expression and wiggling eyebrows, “you better not be saying what I think you are”. Which only made Kwan chuckle some more, “dude, they share a body, no way they aren’t both involved in a certain something”. Dash immediately punched him).

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It takes some serious effort for Danny to skirt around Sam and Tuck, who would want to walk at least part of the way home with him like always, the amount of worry and concern and anxiety they were practically bleeding at him lately was fucking intoxicating and he was legit scared he was just going to lose it and attack them or something. Granted that possibility was kind of exactly why they were concerned about him. He wasn’t doing good and they knew it. He was not okay with… feeding off of them, or anyone else, regardless of how he’s sure they’d feel about it if he was ever remotely willing to have that kind of conversation with them. Besides, he’s not sure he even can do that at this point. If he did just give up and give in to the need would he be able to actually stop? He just sort of… knows he can’t eat too much with hurting someone. And if he couldn’t would anyone even be able to make him stop? He wasn’t a weak ghost by a long shot…

Fuck.

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The air, the emotions, were so mushy against him and it kept making his eyes all fizzy and stuff. Ugh.

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He can’t keep on going like this. He’s either going to freaking destroy himself -he was an idiot for thinking he could just… not eat- or he’s going to destroy someone else.

He was just so hungry.

So needy.

He just wants.

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Danny just stands in front of his front door for a while before finally mustering up the effort and mild self control to open the damn thing. For Ancients' sake, let them leave him alone.

“Danno! Mads is still out but you wanna come and talk some stuff over with me?!?”.

Fuck.

No he goddamn doesn’t. Ugh. He’s half tempted to just try and glare his dad out of existence but looking at him just gets Danny bombarded with worry? concern? nervousness? which confuses him enough to forget about the glaring plan and not immediately notice the regrowing hunger gnawing behind his eyes.

Augh. Closing his eyes and rubbing his temples a little while trying his best to just mumble in a normal tone, “is it, ah, important?”. If his dad’s worried about something Danny should at least try to put up with his stupid bodies bullshit.

He can hear Jack rubbing his neck, not a good sign, “oh, yeah… yeah!”, giving Danny an awkward smile when Danny looks up at him again, “you can just lay your head down on the table while I talk your ears off a little, if you’re tired”.

Danny manages a thankful pinched smile at that, they’d gotten pretty good about recognising that he was tired or hurting fairly often. He absolutely does just lay his face down on the table, trying to look like he was ‘resting’ but he was really just mentally boring holes with his eyes into the wood; eyeing and focusing on the shapes and colours of said wood instead of on the feeling of his dads emotions brushing against his skin and making his eyes dilate hungrily against his will.

His dad clears his throat, Danny does not like that, “alright so, I’ve been kinda worried about you so I called-Vladdie-to-ask-if-maybe-it-was-a-halfa-thing-since-he’s-you-know-one-too-which-Mads-doesn’t-know-about-but-calling-was-a-good-thing-because-I-was-right-to-be-”.

Danny coughing, choking on his own breath a little, interrupts the man. Danny jerking his head up and waving his hands around wide eyed, Vlad what? Since when? His dad knew? How thadidad t?!? hat?!? How did his dad his did his did know dad his did his dad know dad know did know did his did know dad his did know that?!?

Ow.

His poor fucking head. His poor fucking everything. Needless to say what he ends up saying is fucking ghost speak gibberish, “S҉̕i̴͘n̸͡͡c̴̕̕é́͘ ̨w̕ḩ̵e̛?̷ ̕w̴̢h͜e̶͠?̶ ̴̛̀H̕e̵h?͞��͏ ́͝H͡eh̵͡?̴ ͝H̢o̷̶҉w̵̸ ̢tḩ͜én ́҉V̛̛l̢̕a̶d̴̛ ͠͡ha̶̷l̸͢fą͏?̶̛ ͞w̢̡͡h̀͏e͞͠ǹ ̷V̵l̶͠͠a͟d̕ ̡͝ha̕l̴̴͠f̧͝à̕? ͜H̀͡e͏h?̴̡ ͜Há̸͜r̸̢g͏͘h̢̡?̕͜ ̢He͡҉̶h̕͏͜? ̡͝H͡e͏͞h̛͠?̢”, which results in him snapping his mouth shut and blushing.

His dad winces while Danny just stares in a way that’s starting to get hungry now that he’s slightly over his shock. Jack speaking up, “You… wanna try that again? Son?”. The… worried look his dad’s practically aiming at his eyes is concerning.

Danny makes a point to close his eyes and take a bit of a breather, pinching the bridge of his nose,  “you… know about Vlad?”.

“I kind of always did, he wasn’t happy”.

Oh now Danny wants to hit him. “Fuck”. Danny lets his head thump back down onto the table, grumbling and putting his arms around/over his head, “I guess that’s for the bes. Ugh”. He doesn’t want to deal with this or whatever mental crisis Vlad’s currently having. Fuck him. Vkk JK Lady guy b KB du Ijkk ok. Wait, shit right, uh, his dad said something else didn’t he? Yeah, “yer worried ‘bout me?”.

“Danny, while me and your mom get that us knowing about you, and the town knowing I guess, is still pretty new for you so your easing everyone into your more quirky ghostie quirks; the staring doesn’t feel like it’s just a quirk. It seems like it’s getting worse and like you don’t like it even-if-it’s-kinda-adorable-in-a-way. So, like, Vladdie-”, his dad clears his throat before practically spitting out, “Vlad says you’re starving yourself”.

Danny’s entire body tenses up. What is he even supposedtosaytothat ahshdkenrbfhdka? Like yes, that’s exactly what he’s doing. Holy fuck. But he can’t just not do that either. He won’t eat. He can’t eat. He doesn't want to.

He really, really, does want to though. And that scares him more.

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“Dann-o, I don’t want you doing that. If you need something, food or emotions, then you need it. Heck! No one in town would want you starving yourself, not me or your mom, any of your friends, not Vlad, and not even the neighbour Jenny who hates us all”.

Danny violently doesn’t want to have this conversation, talking about it doesn’t exactly make it fucking better. He’s hoping his dad doesn’t notice him digging his claws into his one arm enough to bleed a little.

“And look, maybe you don’t like the need or however it is you ‘eat with your eyes’ as Vlad kinda put it, or maybe you’re worried about hurting someone or just freaking someone out, or maybe you just didn’t know how before and now it feels like it’s too late maybe; but you clearly need to eat. But I don’t know how to help, other than to just kind of talk, and Vlad kind of said if you’re to the point that pretty much everyone is noticing then it’s not really safe for you to-”.

Danny out right growls into the table, “you think I don’t know that”, it’s honestly a miracle it comes out in English. If… if he just lets himself fed, let’s himself eat, then he… he’s not going to stop. He’ll hurt someone, or he’ll lose is frickin’ mind. He can’t do this. He doesn’t want to talk about this. He wants to leave. He wanto le He wanto ts He Heave le Heants to leave.

Danny aggressively shoves himself up and off the table, still staring down at it, and tries to actually leave but his dad grabs his arm (the one Danny hadn’t just been stabbing), “Danny, stop, I’m serious. You need to deal with this. You need to eat somehow, okay?!? You can’t keep doing this to yourself! And not just because it’s not really safe for everyone else”.

Danny moves after a second grabbing his dads wrist, having to acutely make sure he doesn’t break it, and pulls him off. “I won’t”.

“Danny-”.

Danny throws his arms up into the air, actually look at his dad now, and snarling, “how do you suppose I even do!?!”.  Goddamnit, his dad is so worried. And now Danny’s scaring him a little. And is just so much, the most. Hdgjsnelsonsos Bo x. Ugh. Fuck, everything aches so goddamn much. Hedoskswk. He hates this. Hes hates Hes his this te his Hes te his te Hes hathathis. Ancients he’s just so hungry. His stupid fucking eyes. Augh.

Everything’s getting darker.

He thinks.

That’s a bad thing.

Ugh. Fuck. He… he can’t goodman think.

He’s…

He’s going to hurt the, ugh, who was he talking to? Fuck. He can’t do this.

The emotions taste, the emotions feel. Fuck he’s actually tasting and feeling. Shit.

It takes a lot more effort than Danny would like just to get his damn eyes to close, him gripping and somewhat leaning against a corner of a wall with one hand, massaging his temple and eyelids with the other and moaning slightly. Why… why did it have to feel and taste like that? Ugh.

He’s barely aware of his… crap right his fucking dad, damnit, sounding to stagger a bit and breathing a little heavy. But more than anything there’s still all the emotions coming off him, fuck Danny can’t think like this. Hissing and gripping the wall a hit tighter, “can you… calm down, please”.

One of the chairs squeak as his dad sits back down slowly, he… groans, and Danny panics internally a little. His dad doesn’t sound scared or upset though, “Sorry, I’m, whew, kinda an emotion guy. You okay?”.

Danny wheezes and drops his one hand from his face sooner than he’d really like to, glancing at his dad because… because he’s worried. His dad looks a bit pale and… drained. Fuck. Danny winces, “are you”. When his dad nods and gives him a weak smile Danny glances away, “I don’t want to do this”. He… goddamn hurt him, damn it. Why does he have to be like this? He’s fine with all the other halfa shit just not this.

“And I never wanted, to be nearly seven, feet tall. We work with, what we’ve got. You have to. I want you to”, his dad sighs, “and I really do wish you were okay with it. Enough to keep yourself, healthy at least”.

“Yeah, well, I’m not”. Height issues wasn’t really comparable to this in Danny’s goddamn opinion. You can’t avoid being tall by ignoring it, granted ignoring didn’t seem to be really working here either. Fuck him.

His dad takes a bit of a breather again, “Vlad suggested sedating you so you wouldn’t take too much at once, or too aggressively, I guess”.

Danny manages a bit of a chuckle, “figures Vlad would say that”.

“Yeah I’m not too cool with that either, son. I, well, I was thinking, maybe, seeing how many people would be willing to volunteer and you could just hop from person to person with the feeding so everyone would be fine? Maybe? Everyone really likes you so? Yeah…”.

Danny had freezed up, eventually glancing back at his dad slowly, sounding flat, “you think I want the entire town knowing about this”; and his dad flinches and the fear scent- taste grows a little, shit Danny probably looked goddamn murderous. Danny rubs his free hand down his face, grumbling a, “sorry”.

His dad swallows audibly, “ah no, it’s fine. Ghosts are supposed to be spooky, and it is kinda adorable too, plus you probably would have told us on your own if you were okay with anyone knowing really. But-”, he frowns, “-I can’t really think of anything else”.

“Then I jus don’t”.

His dad practically snaps at him, “I’m banning that option. Definitely not. You’re eating”, and he goddamn pouts like a puppy at Danny, which fine, makes Danny smile a little.

Danny eyes the table, which his dad pats a little goofily, so Danny goes back over and puts his head back down on it. Fucking Hell, he could probably try to literally bite his dads face off and the man would still hug him eagerly. It was kinda a nice feeling. And his dad really was giving off some ‘awww, that’s cute’ type emotions; there was something seriously wrong with that but Danny liked it. Plus, softer more cozy or gentle emotions poked at that hunger in him a lot less than intense or heavy ones did. Fuck, if everyone didn't apparently find his bullshit ‘cute’ or ‘endearing’ and were instead just utterly fearful or disturbed, he probably woulda lost his shit a while ago. Muttering into the table, “you people are weird. Thanks for not being freaked I guess”.

His dad actually chuckles at that, “you’re my son, you could start yanking off your head and chucking it at people, and I’d think it was the bees knees”.

“Please never say that again. Ugh”. His dad just laughs down more at Danny’s mild embarrassment.

His dad speaks back up after a moment, “you seem a bit better, huh?”.

“Well I… did, ugh, eat a little, so”, and Danny shrugs stiffly, “plus, you’re not leaking emotions everywhere now”. And thank fuck for that. Ancients he was still so hungry though; it was almost starting to feel like he couldn’t imagine not being just fucking plagued by eye-based hunger all the time.

“You know I’m going to say you should eat more then? Just, uh, maybe not from me”.

Danny groans, grumbling, “no, dad”.

“Danny”.

Danny thumps his head in the table a couple of times, fuck, “I can’t. Won’t”.

“That really isn’t an option, like at all. I did think of maybe trying to make an emotional energy IV drip, which would be super neat right? What would I even name that?! But how would I do that? And how long would it take? Too long I say, so does Vladdie. The town seriously won’t judge you or think less of you”.

Danny blinks, he hadn’t even thought of that? “That… might not even be possible, but yes that’d be awesome”, Danny sighs deeply, “and I really doubt that”.

“Son, what was the last thing the town turned into one of those memes?”.

Danny groans a little, “… me face planting into Johnny’s stash and fighting a stop sign high out of my mind?”.

“Exactly, I’ve literally seen people getting hit by a torn off limb of yours and just throwing it back at you. No one’s gonna be freaked, trust me”, his dad laughs a little, “heck! Most will probably be more annoyed you thought they’d be freaked!”.

Danny doesn’t know what to do with the fact that that might be true. Sure Danny thought that sometimes but Danny’s brain was a fucked up weird ass half ghost brain; a fucked up weird ass stupid emotionally parasitic brain. “I don’t like this”.

“And you don’t have to. What you do have to do is not ignore your needs”.

Danny lifts his head up enough to eye his dad, who gives him an encouraging smile and a goofy little thumbs up, making Danny sigh and thump his head back down. Damnit. Ugh. What Danny’s doing clearly ain’t fucking working, and this horrible fucking plan was better than him imploding or exploding. “Ugh. Fine. This really fucking sucks”.

His dad pats his shoulder, “well you’ve got your friends, and family, and sorta friend Vlad, in your corner regardless. No way your friends don’t know already and your mom will feel just like me!”.

It was at that moment that both their phones went off and the tv spontaneously turned on, showing an emergency broadcast from the mayor… about Phantom…

Danny’s going to fucking obliterate that asshole.

Danny lifts his head up slowly with a truly offended scowl on his face and slowly glances around the kitchen, ecto-beaming a vladcam into oblivion shortly later, “he’s a dead man”. His dad looks slightly concerned but laughs heartily, even if he’s still a bit pale.

“It’s come to my attention, and with great concern, that our local town hero has been negligent to his own needs and could use everyone’s help-”.

Danny ecto-beams the tv with a growl. His dad patting him some more, “well, at least he waited till you actually sorta agreed!”, shaking his head with a laugh, “how often does he bug our house though?”.

Danny growls some more, “too damn much”.

But his dad just shrugs, “I’ll give him points for tenacity!”.

-

It didn’t even take one full hour for Mr. Lancer to call and tell Jack that in no uncertain terms was Danny to not come back to school until he was better and that he should have said something and that, so long as everyone consented, Phantom was free to eat as he pleased. Danny nearly had a legit panic attack and mumbled about how everyone in his town was fucking insane; Jack didn’t disagree.

Jack also asked if Danny knew why everyone seemed to call him Phantom whenever they were talking about his ghostie stuff and called him Danny or Fenton otherwise. Danny just shrugged, speaking while muffled by his bed some, “I think they’re just so used to the separation that it’s just easier to stick with it”.

-

Jack also had to confirm with Maddie that, yes, what Vlad said was true. Though he blamed the man knowing on the vladcam, she wasn’t impressed. Not with Vlad for being a creep and spying on them, not with Jack for not telling her immediately about his concerns, and not with Danny for not tell them on his own. But she also picked up on Jack’s pale parlour and how he seemed drained, and clued in that more confrontation wasn’t the best idea for Danny; he felt bad and guilty enough as it was. So instead she simply ruffled his hair, gave him a peck on the cheek, and told him she loved him. Which earned her a mumbled, “thanks”. Even if that was followed by him informing her, with a bit of a hiss, that he couldn’t, “handle all the concern, and frustration, and fondness; right now”.

---

It took all of one full day for the Fenton’s, or Danny more specifically, to get a signed ‘Phantom Health Plan’ form with literally every single conscious Amity Parker’s name on it. Legit the only people who hadn’t signed where unconscious and bedridden at the local hospital for one reason or another. Danny was goddamn flabbergasted when his dad handed it to him with a wide grin.

Danny blinking at it, rubbing a hand over his face, “somethin’ is seriously wrang wit this town”.

Jack shrugs, “naw, everyone just loves you. And I say that’s great! Also!”, pointing at Danny, “I told you so”. Jack was very proud of himself… and a little smug.

Danny smiles at him until his pupils dilate a little and he cringes.

Jack rubbing his neck and making a point to not stare at the staring, “ah sorry”.

Danny hisses a little before closing his eyes and sighing, “jus… try to, ugh, not with the emotions, till I’m not… out of my own control so much”.

“I make no promises!”.

Danny just growls faintly at that.

-

When Danny goes out for patrol that night -he can’t just not patrol, emotional hunger or not, his Obsession trumped whatever other shit his body might be doing- Johnny gives him a similar paper just from the ‘frequent visitor’ ghosts, because of fucking course. Danny mumbling, “at least ghosts being weird makes fucking sense”.

Johnny pointing at him from his motorbike, “if any of us had known what you were doing to yourself, fucking everyone would have pinned your sorry ass down and thrown emotions at you till you caved, future ghost king or not. Fucking moron”.

Danny snapping back, “then I’m glad you didn’t”.

“Fuck you too!”.

Danny shoots him with an ecto-beam which, as is standard, turns into a motorcycle/flying chase through nearly the entire town. Said chase scene getting interrupted by a lady shouting, “EAT MY DEPRESSION! I FEEL TOO MANY FEELINGS AS IT IS!”, at Danny/Phantom.

While Danny was busy being dumbfounded Johnny glared at him and snapped, “well? Don’t leave a lady hanging, Phantom”.

“Oh my Ancients, I hate you”, facepalming and sighing, there was no way he was getting out of this shit… and everyone had kind of agreed… and Johnny could just run him over if he went overboard. So fine, he gives a little, stares a little, and lets his eyes do that dilating thing a little, and fucking eats.

It’s everything a bit and yes, Johnny runs him the fuck over, “you’re a greedy bastard, and that’s what you get for being a moron, moron”. Which, fine gets Danny chasing him again.

The lady’s left muttering, “best, ah, best therapy, session of my, life. Holy, shit”, from her bedroom floor.

---

It takes an entire week before he feels like he won’t just fall into a pit of staring and attempting to eat everyone; and to not feel like a massive trash heap that rabid raccoons have been rummaging through, about said eating. During that time nearly the entire town had personally turned up on the door step, asked for him, and told him to ‘never do anything like that/this ever again’ in a chastising tone; he was feeling thoroughly chastised, which was definitely the point. Nothing like a town wide public and personal shaming to kick his self-hating self-conscious ass. Some of them did literally hit him though… Vlad, Sam, Tuck, Valerie, Valerie’s Dad, Paulina’s Dad, the entire football team, his gym teacher, even fucking Wes, and then Vlad again just to really get the point across… that turned into an actual brawl though.

And of course when he went back to school he got bombarded with questions, which he got extremely tired of saying shit like ‘I don’t want to talk about that’ to, so eventually he just gave up while growling at people. Hence why he was now in this situation…

“So the staring was all, like, staring at the food you could see but no one else can, ‘cause you can, like, see emotions and shit; which is sick as Hell dude. But what about your pupils goin’ all wide and shit; you looked like you were tripping balls”.

Danny wants to cry. He was a bit desensitised now but he still didn’t fucking like his emotional hunger. “I was not goddamn high, Jesse. That’s just, I don’t know, how I ‘absorb it in’ better. I’m not a goddamn expert”.

One of the jocks snorts, “shouldn’t you be”.

“Oh fuck you”.

Brittney leans forwards, “does this mean no more staring all wide eyed and cutesy at us? No more Phantom staring? Because I personally loved that”.

Danny glares, “you do realise that was me trying to eat you right? Like that was a predatory threat”.

“But it was still cute, and that’s what matters”.

Danny smacks his head on his desk, “the fuck is wrong with all of you”.

Todd chuckling, “I don’t think you should be asking what’s wrong with people”. Danny just glares at that.

Wes, ever the detective, asks, “and the blinking?”.

Danny gives him a dull look, they might get on better now that the guy wasn’t trying to expose him -can’t expose what’s already exposed, asshole- but still. “Digestion, Wes”, sighing, “and trying to fucking control myself because that shit wasn’t fun cutesy uwu shit to me”.

“Well then maybe you shouldn’t have been ignoring your apparent needs”.

“I will beat you with half a broom, Wes. Like bro, I am waiting for a chance to rip off your ear lobs and eat them in front of you like a feral raccoon”.

Chelsea awww’s, “oh I just love Phantom’s creative threats of violence”.

Danny groans with genuine mental anguish.

Dash perks up, Danny eyeing his somewhat former bully, “wait, does that mean you’re literally eating with your eyes and not just you being weird with words again”.

Danny flips him off, “yes, Dash”.

“Nice, I’m finally Phantom’s eye candy”. The room goes dead silent. Dash blushes faintly, “shit, said the quiet part out loud”.

Danny bows his head down, “for the love of everything”. Apparently Dash’s hero worship was actually just a full-blown crush. Lovely. Danny didn’t need this shit, but it did explain some of the dudes weird ass emotions that Danny had been studiously trying to ignore the implications of.

One of the geeks, Luise, sticks up her hand, “what does all that even feel like?”.

Danny doesn’t actually know what to say to that but he is grabbing on to that life preserver out of having to address Dash’s feelings. “Uh, staring feels like staring… just with a mild disassociated ‘nobody’s home’ feeling attached and hunger but in the eyes instead of stomach? I don’t fucking know, it’s the same feeling just a different location. And also like salivating but in the eyes and without actually salivating.  And the dilating is literally just dilating, but also with that feeling you get when you drink cold or warm liquids and you can feel it going down your throat and into your stomach, except entirely in the eyes. And blinking is like taking a bite, a teeth clacking together into something juicy, bite”. The fact that that entire comment just gets sensations/emotions of fascination, amusement, and cute emotion; still throws him through a bit of a loop and fine maybe… maybe it makes him feel a little okay with eating a little. They were pestering him and talking about this, especially with that kind of description, was just making him goddamn eye-hungry. If anyone notices that him looking at everyone was more hungry staring and eyeing the swirling of emotions about, and that maybe the dilation of his pupils wasn’t entirely because of how fucking bright it was in here, and that the blink wasn’t just a blink; no one says anything. This… maybe this wasn’t so bad. He still didn’t like it but, maybe, fucking torturing himself with starvation and convincing himself he was a fucked up parasitic monster, hadn’t been the best idea he’s ever had. He was a freaky little monster that everyone had just decided was cuddle worthy.

Marven pushes up his glasses, “so staring isn't just staring, and dilating isn't literally just dilating”.

Danny glares at him, “leave my word weavy bullshit alone”.

“Then learn how to use words”.

“No. Shove a dick in it”.

“In your eyes?”.

“I can just knock you out by staring, you know”.

Jesse chuckles, “dominance is kinky”. At everyone staring at him he shrugs, “what? Phantom’s stupid powerful, right? He’d love that shit”.

“I am about ten seconds away from actually trying to stare you into unconsciousness”.

Jesse just seems jazzed by that, like he thinks it would be fun or some shit.

That one jock pipes up again, “so, tell us why again you even had an issue with this? Why Phantom did?”.

Danny gives him a bit of a weird look. “You mean besides feeling like some kind of parasite, the fact that this started before everyone knew my shit, and that there was a legit risk of fucking killing someone or multiple someone’s? You want a reason besides all that? Fucking seriously?”.

Dash snorts, “man, you are such a goody goody”.

“Every superhero type that isn’t is usually a fucking alcoholic or an out and proud murderer, Dash”.

“Oh, right”.

Chelsea nodding, “and not wanting to risk, like, murder, is kinda normal, right? Like, if I thought driving came with an eighty percent chance of running over babies, I wouldn’t drive”.

Most of the classroom laughs at that.

Brittney hums, “yeah”, playing with her hair a bit, “and I guess when we all didn’t know we wouldn’t have been super nice about it”.

Danny huffs, “you think? If plain ol’ fourteen-year-old Danny was all like”, gesturing ridiculously with his hands, “I wanna eat your emotions with my eyes, let me stare at you”, cringing a little, “I would have gotten a fucking swirly or accused of being a leper or rabies infected or riddled with syphilis or something”.

Dash nods, “fair”. And Danny glares violently at him.

Marven points at him, “it isn’t factually parasitic behaviour though, you’re not living on or in any of us nor are you subsisting purely off of us. It’s not even cannibalism since you’re not actually eating our bodies and Phantom’s not human anyways”.

Danny points right back, “you do know there is emotional parasitism and parasitic human to human relationships, right? Stop riding my ass. Also, I am human, though I didn’t call it cannibalism; ‘cause yeah no it’s really not”. Marven huffs at him.

Brittney hums, “so, can you, like, still be all cute and stare-y? With Phantom’s eyes too?”.

Danny puts his head in his hands and sighs, laughing a little, this is fucking ridiculous. Why the fuck was he so concerned by these people's reactions? Granted that was only a small part of it but still. Lifting his head up and giving her a very pitying look, “if you seriously want me to make my freaking eye-hunger known like that then fine, fucking Ancients”. She grins like she’s proud of herself.

Luise puts her hand up again, “do different emotions taste different? Or look different?”.

Danny shuffles a bit at that, “look? Oh yeah, so yes I can basically read everyone’s emotions”, grumbling, “it’s slightly annoying”.

“How could that be annoying?”.

“Have you met my dad? Or Sam? Or Tuck? Or Val? I am surrounded by over-emotional hair-trigger people. Overwhelming when… hungry, and distracting otherwise. If the air’s thick enough with emotion I literally can’t see the damn board through it if I’m at the back”. The two nerds actually wince at that. Danny sighs again, “the, uh, taste is more general, I guess. Some are harsh and intense, others squishy and fluffy”, rubbing his neck, “intense ones are more satisfying or whatever, but also more irksome to the whole hunger thing. Fluffy ones less satisfying but more comfortable”, and shrugs again. He doesn’t want to talk about this, ugh.

Wes, as expected, is the first to press the issue, “which ones?”.

Danny glares at him specifically before eyeing everyone a little, “will y’all stop fucking asking me if I answer?”.

“Yup”.

“Absolutely”.

“Definitely”.

“Eh fine”.

“I mean, I guess?”.

Danny sighs, “fuck me”.

Jesse chuckles, “naw you got Phantom for that”; earning a glare from Dash and a choking cough from Danny.

Look, okay, Danny hasn’t… not thought about that possibility. Duplication was a usable power. But uh, no. Not going there. “Fucking Hell, Jesse. Anger, fear, annoyance, hatred, strong excitement, heavy passion, glee, blood-lust; are all intense. Stuff like cute-emotion, laziness, boredom, affection, mild amusement, and regret; are soft and cozy. Happy?”. At least that gets him a round of nodding,

Chelsea grinning, “so the spooky creepy-cute horror monster thinks our cute emotions taste soft, that’s adorable”.

“I hate you people”, and at last the goddamn bell rings and Danny gets to fucking book it like his life depends on it.

Jesse snorts, “he does know we’re all totally gonna bug him about emotional flavours and his eyes being bitey, right?”. Most of the class chuckles either in amusement or meanly.

Dash still grinning as he gets up, “if someone gave him another swirly do you think his eyes would taste the toilet water or the whoever the fuck’s amusement, more?”.

“I CAN STILL WHIP UP A MOLOTOV COCKTAIL FASTER THAN YOU CAN DRAG ME TO A BATHROOM, DASH!”.

Everyone laughs at the jocks expense.

End.

Prompts: Danny isn't shy about sharing most facets of his half-ghost life with his friends and family, but one thing he's always been too afraid to talk about is his need to consume emotions. When one of his parents deduces that he needs to do so, he has to face a conversation about it for the very first time. Maybe it's a good thing he's having this conversation, though, because he is starving and really needs help. and No matter what he does, Danny only seems to be getting hungrier and Danny is a Creature and everyone is cool with it except him. and We have a lot of identity reveal fics- how about a post reveal one? What are the consequences (positive or negative or quirky) of danny revealing his identity (accidentally or not) to either his parents, Valerie, or anyone of your choice and Horror, but soft and cozy with lots of sensation. and Despite most of the town knowing Danny is Danny Phantom, they get it in their mind that Phantom is stuck in Danny's body but both are very cool about it. Danny has no idea this misunderstanding took place. and Jack and Maddie may not be the best but they're trying and Jack has always known what the accident did to Vlad. and Amity Park loves their ghost boy.

[ren-rambles-often]

Hi, just want to say, thanks for your blog. Before I found your blog, I thought I was the weird one for loving "problematic ship". But now, I can be proud of myself (as shipper of Goyuu, Bakudeku, Sebaciel, Ereri, Mobrei, etc)

Can't belive some great Sebaciel blog got reported and now they're gone. Bet if either Sebastian or Ciel were female then it's 'okay' and seen as less problematic.

First things first, excellent taste keep it up dear and don't let wet napkin antis dictate what you should and shouldn't read, LIVE!!!

Seconds, omfg I didn't even hear of that since I'm not on Tumblr much, I'd love to ask for the tea but I'm trying avoid drama rrn lolol. There really should be a special place in hell for antis who take pleasure in bullying ppl just minding their business off the internet.

In regards to the gender bending thing, I'd like to agree that while yes, het relationships do get more of a pass jn regards to large age gaps situations, BUT Sebastian and Ciel's case is just one of the very extreme age gaps antis will still harp on. Ciel is 14 looking a bit younger and Sebastian is old enough to mention historical figures that are centuries dead, its pretty hard to overlook and if them together isn't your thing (which is valid, no one is forcing you just step away from the screen or swipe) it will literally be the thing glaring you in the face when you come across someone shipping them.

It's not like Goyuu which some will excuse bc "oh fem teacher Gojo is hot Yuuji's so lucky, it should have been me" or "fem Yuuji is is just a girl and it's hot to crush on her sensei."

I don't like m/f relationships of any kind so none of these will appeal to me thank fucking god but any way I look at it SebastCiel in any form will always take heat because there's no way you can play down a predatory demon exploiting an emotional child that isn't entirely vulnerable bit is to some degree.

Thing is, at the end of the day it's all fiction, antis need to live a little, touch grass and stop being unhinged freaks threatening sa and murder (Literally why do they think they're the "good guys"??? I'm weak 😭)

Parting words: Ciel is THE shota and if you debate me we will do battle!!

[marley-manson]

Love and Marriage feelings still mixed. Idk, I’m gonna write a pro and con list to simplify things.

pros: 

- the kwang plot was pretty solid, let’s just get that out of the way

- especially loved everyone gaslighting henry to keep mr kwang out of trouble, henry staying juuuust this side of sympathetic by saying he’d give him a pass if it weren’t for the higher ups breathing down his neck, hawk trap ending the episode with roleplay flirting, and the last gasps of fun manipulative radar

- as for the mcshane plot, the bait and switch where they assume the kid is naive and innocent and being used by his older “fiancee” because of his “clean-cut” “norman rockwell” vibe only for him to turn out to be a sex trafficker worked pretty well imo, especially with frank overtly and racistly favouring him over mr kwang in the first scene, drawing some attention to the racial dynamics at play

- as well as his commented-on wholesome american vibe, “everyone else is making a buck over here, why shouldn’t I?” puts some emphasis on mcshane as a representative of the predatory us military as a whole, rather than a bad apple. potentially, dr pak assuming hawk and trap will go along with it for a bribe also helps.

- much less paternalistic than the moose, though this might just be because the victimized woman in question doesn’t get any screentime lol

cons:

- it seems mcshane’s plan was foiled by luck? one can assume hawk and trap could have/would have doctored soong hi’s exam results if she hadn’t had tuberculosis, but why not depict that? cut a little out of the poker game if you didn’t have time, that was really drawn out

- speaking of, the poker game was weird. the officers vs enlisted men angle has potential, but it didn’t really fit this episode? plot-wise sure, the enlisted men are annoyed on mcshane’s behalf, but thematically what does this angle contribute? it has the vibe of making a relevant point, but i don’t see one.

- that said zale was largely right lol and henry, hawk and trap came across as assholes in that scene, which i also don’t think benefitted this story and would’ve been better in an episode more focused on military hierarchy

- the end was so lacklustre. we’re dealing with sex traffickers here, can we get a little oomph? trap got a bit angry, sure, but again, mcshane was foiled by luck, and no further action is taken. at the very least, surely the military officially frowns upon human trafficking and they can report him? i’m not expecting trapper to kill the guy and bury him in an unmarked grave (as nice as it would be), but i feel like there could be more condemnation here, maybe a way to really fuck him over and stop him from trying it again

like honestly if we’re going for the more bitter ‘i’m sure for a thousand bucks you’ll find true love again’ ending I think this episode could’ve worked better in the later seasons where it might’ve been depicted as darker, more tragic, more of a real downer that they can’t systemically fix this problem. a little more drama would not have gone amiss, basically

[gu887yihjjjbjoku]

^ I tried telling her not to contact me further. I attempted to say she had hurt me badly and tried to repeat the things awful things she said about me, and got hit with a "I never said that" "I said you're BEAUTIFUL, SMART, INTELLIGENT, don't you remember Ana? You're scaring me. You're a SCARY PERSON, Ana." and suggesting medication and hospitalization.

and these deranged messages afterwards.

A lot of conversations have gone with her saying "I never said that, YOU DID" or "You need INTENSIVE HOSPITALIZATION TO MANAGE YOUR BREAKS FROM REALITY" and "You're IMAGINING THINGS" followed by a string of insults.

I don't even know how she got the impression I was trying to pull her back in when I had explicitly tried ending things with her.

I finally gave up and downloaded audio recording software in case she tried calling me again.

Our final phone call is the only one I was able to record. After she sent the messages above, she called me again.

Here is the phone call.

She made me bawl my eyes out when she was screaming at me during our final calls, which is the "disgruntled state" she's referring to.

The "severe symptoms of complex trauma" I spoke about during that call were what she kept calling 'my breaks from reality'. She had made me apologize to her for telling her she was making me uncomfortable and for 'hurting' her with my 'delusions' about her.

I sounded really upbeat in this recording but only because she got weird and predatory when I was crying. In the past when I had broken down over the phone, she had tried inviting me over to sleep at her house and "enjoy her company". I didn't mean a word I fucking said to her about being a good therapist, I knew she was just fishing for compliments and I wanted her off my back. I wish I recorded the other conversations but I didn't think to, because, why the fuck would I have thought it was necessary to keep my guard up around a fucking therapist Wendy was close friends with and who was Jeffrey Young's protege?

After screaming at me that she regretted working with me, that I was "deeply disturbed, dangerous individual" for politely informing her how uncomfortable she had made me and "was imagining her saying things she never said" and that I was trying to "latch onto her a pull her back in" when I tried telling her how badly she hurt me, she offered to keep talking to me for free and tried re-inviting me back to her practice. Weirdo.

She tried following up later.

Still can't help but note how her last message to me was a little guilt trip , and not any expression for my concern or well being.

She's done this before and she's going to keep doing it.

Probably the most infuriating thing is that I accidentally introduced her to a population of people she could exploit. After I emailed her, she lifted the wording from my email ("I am a member of the LGBT community") to add it to her schema therapy bio.

When I called to ask her about her availability, she encouraged me to look her up.

She added the bit about working with culturally marginalized communities when she found out about my family's racial background.

She proceeded to be creepy, fetishistic and openly racist towards my family. Sorry to whatever dyke who survived paternal abuse is gonna be taken advantage of by her.

Don't tell Wendy or anyone else about this shit, I cannot emphasize enough that she's an predatory opportunist and the absolute last thing I want is to be reinvolved with her in any capacity. I'm someone who misused illegal drugs , definitely has several personality disorders, and a extensive history of misconduct. I will absolutely not humiliate myself by coming forward when I am the easiest person imaginable to discredit. I refuse to put myself in harm's way and don't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with it. Keep this between us.

here's some stuff with seraphina if you want to look at it. it's less than 1% of the shit but whatever.

[herunswithscissors]

I actually went to Gobblers Knob in Punxsutawney and was close enough to see the no shadow for myself before the drunk guys in top hats told us what they saw.

I experienced the whole frigid, boring, tedious, painful, boring, long, standing room only for 6 hours of physical hell, low rent, cheapass, tacky, corny, tawdry, obnoxious, fucking dry event for you.

It involved security pat downs for liquor on every man woman and child to keep out liquor. Weed was illegal by community consent thanks to Reagan. It was 10 degrees and dark in the dead of a Pennsylvania Winter. And there was absolutely no entertainment for hours till it got daylight. Then this local DJ comes on to entertain the out of towners. He's horrible.

Remember that we are the cash cow for this little group of local good old boys and their buddies. And for the entire town. And they treat us like shit. Just penned us up and hit us for cash money at every turn. This was 1998, so that wasn't unusual everyone outside major businesses required cash. I'm dead sure they have those little credit card scanners everywhere now. They milked us for everything they could think of.

And it was so fucking cold. You don't understand cold until you know standing huddled still in the dark cold. Most people never really experience cold. Insulation is really fucking good now. I overpaid so much when goose down jackets got sorta affordable. They were like miracles to me. I would have given anything for such a miraculous jacket then. I had to make do with layers of insulated flannels and long underwear. I did have true winter underwear from my Boy Scout days so I was a good bit less cold than my buddies who didn't know how to layer.

Most people only experience shoveling snow cold. Maybe skiing cold. A few hunting cold. (Real damn cold) And a mighty few who have lived in it for days just sitting around camping in tents with nice sleeping bags and a big fire to warm us. In teens or subzero temps. I have. You have to dig deep and layer well. And just accept being cold every single minute of your life outside of your sleeping bag.

So we were doing hunter cold. This was Western Pennsylvania. Everyone knew how to do hunter cold. My buddies were all suburban kids. I told them how to dress. A few listened.

That night we started at like 3am and drove 2 hours of dark Pennsylvania highway. Just darkness, trees, and sky. I can't remember if the stars were out. Something about those Appalachian Forest highways just are monotonous in a weird way. They are absolutely gorgeous. But they're so covered in deciduous trees on gentle mountains that everything looks the same like on Rt 80. That road is a hard one for truckers.

The constant flow of just changing contours covered in a static of waving green leaves for 1-2 hour intervals between truck stop interchanges and small towns that depend on that one Burger King to employ half the deserted depressed Dollar General ridden steel mill town.

And Sheetz. Sheetz was always a good choice. Every 2 hours along the entire highway. They set up shop in some small town, employ 30 people to make hot food to order and run a gas station for a pretty decent wage with benefits. Sheetz is one of the most decent employers out there. Predatory but decent and relatively generous about it all. It was a blessing and a lifeline to outside income for their little towns to keep new money coming into the local shopping mall or mechanic and their families. True trickle down economics works if the rich people spend their wealth in poor areas in poor businesses. I always tried to shop local when spending grant money even if Amazon or Firestone was cheaper/convenienter.

Convenienter is now a word. Take it as my gift to the world.

Anyway this monotonous optic flow of green static was bad as a passenger. You could only look outside for so long before you began having conversations with anyone about anything while shuffling the 10cds of shitty one hit wonders that were pretty bad. And I hated them all outside AC/DC.

As a driver it was hell. You NEEDED those Sheetz pitstops.

The monotony of the static flow outside was so monotonous yet you had to pay attention to these two little yellow lines surrounded by green static that moved with it all and you had to pay attention to in order to navigate the road. It was hell on the psyche. A loop of Appalachian road trip would break any insurgent.

Anyway we drove 2+ hours of this in snow. Thankfully it was in the dark. Always schedule Appalachian road trips for night. (Except in the Appalachian Autumn. Oh. My. God. My heaven is filled with autumn leaves.)

The darkness concealed the green static.

2+ hours of my best friends in the world talking shit to AC/DC and Ace of Base or whatever was the thing.

Those road trips are always fun. I strongly suggest. Even if you have to brave the Appalachian Static.

Anyway we arrive at Punxsutawney. It is in the middle of nowhere. Just another isolated abandoned steel town. They have a bit of a real downtown that most of these towns utterly lack. Often it's a gas station and a Dollar General and a bunch of run down houses with a school 40 minutes away it shares with the other rundown towns.

But Punxsutawney has a nice little town of happy people because of Phil and our fascination with this thing.

So of course there is not parking for 30,000 people. In a town of 5,000. So they rope off some field frozen solid and park us all charging Disney parking fees.

They subcontract school buses to haul people from the parking lot to the main event. The bus drivers are the first line of defense against alcohol and drugs.

Security is the second. Compete with pat downs and local cops along with PA Troopers with drug dogs and quotas to meet. No spoiling the fun with chemical enhancement!

Then you walk for fucking ever. Slowly. Going to the Knob.

It is deadly cold. And it begins to dawn on you what you are in for in this grassy pen with nothing but a porta potty or two for entertainment.

Look at all that fun!

This was before phones people. My friends and I were super studious and none of us owned any kind of video game. No handheld games. Maybe you thought to bring a newspaper or book. I think I brought a book. I'm sure at least one of them brought engineering notes to study. Most just talk and bitch about the cold.

Cold in the dark is different from cold in the light. It is so much deeper without the solar radiation slightly warming your surface and your spirits.

Then the dawn brings light and a little warmth and hope.

Then the dawn brings the DJ.

Small town DJs are interesting critters. They are small town famous and often they are unique personalities that can be really entertaining. At least between songs and commercials. Some of them are pretty amazing like Nipsey, Jen, and Earl in Harrisburg/Hershey/Lancaster/Lebanon area back when it was even more podunk backwater.

It was 1998 and this guy showed up.

So this small town guy is used to entertaining local venues with his shtick that everyone knows and loves with his slightly out of date look and inside local jokes.

Today he has 2 hours of just him on a stage in front of 30,000 pissed off college students who were expecting a lot more entertainment and maybe some food or drinks and tired & grumpy rural folk hoping to get in a little fun and excitement before going to work. At least half the crowd had found a way to sneak in a flask or something. So people were unruly.

And we just watch the poor guy spend 2 hours fighting for his life up there feeling bad for him trying to entertain us while hosting his fun little morning show for his listeners who are probably loving it all.

He got heckled. Badly. This was 25 years ago and we weren't very nice.

After 2 hours of this entertainment. The main event started.

My heroes arrived on the scene.

They have been partying all night long. In a nice warm place with warm food, comfy chairs/couches, running water, and a ton of alcohol. They are all drunk as skunks. The all come up on stage, wave and whip up the crowd, pull out their buddy, give him some scritches and lift him up to the crowd like he's the new Lion King, and then examine his shadow, make their proclamation, smile and wave, go back to their party, and count their money.

This is the highlight of the entire event. The peak of excitement. The best it got for the whole day.

Then they shoved the DJ back on stage, the national media and anyone with connections left, and the rest of us were kept penned up for another hour or 2 till it was our turn to take a school bus back to our frozen car, a 2+ hour drive through winter highways, and afternoon classes.

It was so much fun.

[ann3ofabyss4lred]

HOLY SHIT I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE CREATOR..

He is basically what Nicole and Jecka hate. He is transphobic,he said he would date 18 and 19 girls ( I think he 30) ,he also jokes about dating 15 y/o,and called the cosplayers (mostly minors)"whore" and also has INCEL RETHORIC.. proof on:

( https://x.com/bludhails/status/1743831754488635503?t=yl8xKPZmk_qEaU_gfj5rig&s=19 )

ALSO u can tell when someone is HEAVILY inspired by 2010s fandoms... like Vivziepop or the SBN3 (creator of class of 09).

CLASS OF 09: ORIGINAL AND THE RE UP

"but how can he can be everything Nicole hates" that's easy. Because it's easier to write someone u hate....BUT MAINLY because also

1.Some boys and men have a fetish for misandrist girls and women. This leading into 3 routes:

- the fantasy of changing her mind to say "yeah not men all are bad". Be the exception..

- mock them if they are made to be annoying to the female cast and male cast..or point out how "hypocrite the character is" if they do "use the evil men" and don't act like convectional victims..

Example of the first two: Tenko Chabasira from Danganronpa V3, they show u Tenko as labelling all men as pervert,she is always overprotective of the girls...but also hard crush on Himiko was painted as her being bit perverted..(obviously not spying ..but like being very thirsty) u know also she was the predatory lesbian stereotype...but luckily it backfired ...because she came off as a girl with a crush ..a bit obsessive...but not that overstepping boundaries and backed up when Himiko was uncomfy..but yeah..the two first overlap with the mean lesbian stereotype...

- the men get off the misandrist mindset...(Not the one based on "all men are p3dos in class of 09) But like "videogames suck men do it? Pathetic" from Nicole.

2. there's some incel rhetoric on the game.when it comes to the adulthood ending on class of 09..

•Where Nicole reflects on how her adulthood life,on how she got accostumed of having pretty privilege and being given things by men..that she didn't want to work or try hard enough..she reflects if this is why women ..especially ""beautiful ones" make less and if women less hot work harder..

but this makes it look like women don't work hard enough when regardless of attractiveness,most of them do work hard enough. Of course people with "pretty privilege" (men and women) get better treatment and that..but women and men experience pretty privilege different..women experience it mix with sexism ( check out the video.. "it's not pretty privilege..it's sexism" I can't find him..but it was named something like that.

Obviously yes..pretty privilege exist and it gives both men and women and advantage to get some stuff less expensive,getting not card extra, or even tips when u work as waiter/waitress,people are nicer to you. but it doesn't mean those people don't work hard their ass off but still got advantage??

Besides the creator said that women are likely to be friends with someone they fuck...or idk what the fuck was it...but he said "their brains aren't programmed that way".

•Nicole hating videogames, animes fits the narrative of "women disliking anime".or "women are superficial and don't enjoy the same things men do" BS. I don't know how to put it....well... It's okay if someone dislikes videogames and anime...it's just the way the creator shows how she disliked it...that makes me think she is fitting s stereotype.

( I want to explain something I want to give context) despite the l0l1c0n hent41 freaks. Lots of people,mainly ""popular kids"" (stereotypes of Regina George or Jocks) mocked people who enjoyed regular anime...like Full metal alchemis,death note,or any cool without l0l1c0n or any weird shit.. hated anime for being childish...because eu know "animations are for kids..and anime is cartoon")

the creator makes it seem she disliked it..because she is popular..she can't like fandom stuff or the creator makes it related to men..that's why she hates videogames and anime..(Ignoring the girls who do like it) and because she is ""too pretty to like it" not saying "I dislike the male fans bc they are weird sexualiz1ng everything..but I dislike anime bc I don't like drawings or just don't care"

Now the treatment Jeffery gets is well deserved because he is an harasser,the one that is those hentai addicted dudes ,the nice guyTM.. no doubt there... Just saying..the way they made Nicole dislike anime was weird..it was in a incel way "ofc the pretty popular girl doesn't like it...she never get it"

•Nicole and Jecka are mentally ill, Nicole cames from an mother that is mentally abusive towards her..her brother is a p3dos and her dad,the only person she thrusted,off herself and always feel on her own. Jecka cames from an abusive father who is racist and misogynistic and has the pressure of not falling because her dad yells at her and hits her.. obviously they are depressed and mentally ill.. but they show u them saying "I can't slith my wrist dramatically" "I want to die and this is killing the whole vibe". The intention is for u to think "ugh teenagers don't know real depression" "they want so bad to be edgy" or even when Nicole faked disorders to don't do homework...now having in mind...both Jecka and Nicole romanticize their own sadness to look cool but also are fucked up...it isn't showed up as concern but to make u seem they are bad people for romanticizing their own problems...in a way?? ( Don't throw hate at me,I don't know how to explain this..and english is my second language)

most people,especially men don't tend to take depressed teenage girls and young women because they think most girls aren't really depressed...because they doing it "too be cool" or due to the people (mentally fine people and mentally ill people,sometimes as copying mechanism or unaware) that do romanticize mental illness..

(I have a theory that those boys and men want their depression to be "taken seriously" or the way media romanticizes women and girls depression so they resent the women that fit the category)

IM NOT SAYING DEPRESSED GIRLS like faking it... I'm a woman and I had depression .I'm just explaining why I think it happens.

But also the game criticizes the parents and school for not understanding teenagers or minimize their problems..

I don't know if I get my point across or if I'm explaining it right

CLASS OF 09:FLIPSIDE.

this is so obvious..the scenes are so wrong...

and they obviously waited them for to be 18 in these routes . Because it's implied by the characters both male and female they are in college...

The first image is the camera doing close up on Jecka's body and b00bs after she took her own life..because she saw Nicole doing the same bussiness as her..but hooking up with Jecka's dad..also that and her paying most of the bills... stepping on feet make her feel less..."she felt like a wh0re and not a s3x worker" while is heartbreaking..it wasnt necessary to sexualized her in her suicide.

The other is foot fetish...there are more on her in Starbucks..or Nicole stepping on Jecka's dad or Jeffrey.

and the the other is Kelly and Jecka goofying around..but they got caught...Kelly dies..and Jecka gets kidnapped onto sex tr4ff1cking. For the last..2 years.. ( I think ,she is 18 in there too..someone tell me)

The problem is how they showed her...with chains...and her body half naked..also sexu4l1zed ...it wasn't necessary to show her half naked...u could have just put a text implying ...just like they didn't show Nicole (when she was underage) being an escort...it's obviously they were waiting to turn them 18 to show them that.. and it would have been only explicit if the creator wasn't a weirdo...it's obviously he wanted to sexualized her or cause shock value.

I understand it's dark humor..and the game is explicit.but dark humor criticizes shit and it's not necessary torture ur female characters and sexualized them...

like the creator is weird so I think he wanted to do it to treat them bad..because they were liked or idk but since the creator..I repeat is a weird man... Now I get why his obsession with lesbians and sapphics in general...

•Carla (my friend) pointed out SBN3 was a weirdo...and incel because she found the thread on twitter but also..pointed how weird he was to be obsessed with lesbians and other sapphics..having in mind he was weird since the creator is a man....and an incel.

BEFORE WE START.. SAPPHICS ...NO MATTER UR EXPERIENCE or HOW U FOUND OUT U WERE INTO GIRLS..UA RE VALID AS FUCK..

My friend Carla mentioned something to me while I was watching the game. She explained that in the 2000s, her older sister saw some girls kissing at parties. They said they did it because boys asked them to, but also to appear cool or rebellious, as it was considered taboo at the time. Some girls kissed to experiment and see how it felt or if they liked it (without invalidating sapphic women—your experiences are valid, no matter how or when you discovered your identity). However, it's true that some men tend to sexualize these moments.

For her the "abused sexed up lesbians" was odly specific because men tend to sexualized toxic wlw relationship in media and reduced it to s3x.

This what she told me, any sapphic feel free to give me ur opinion my friend's statement..

But I think regardless of that we can AGREE that most of the girls there are sapphics probably in the closet or unaware... except Ari.... There was Jeckari...but some people said it was queerbaiting...idk if it was..

Also PLEASE IM NOT TRYING TO CANCEL CLASS OF 09.I WAS FAN OF THE FIRST GAME..JUST VOICING MY CONCERNS ON FLIPSIDE (the jecka being sexualized and foot fetish) and some red flags I got during the game...considering THE CREATOR IS A WEIRDO...

ALSO PIRATE THE GAME IF I U CAN..OR WATCH OTHER PEOPLE PLAYING IT.

SPOILERS FOR CLSSS OF 09: FLIPSIDE..

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I'm disappointed in flipside...was worth it show us foot fetish? Jecka being s3xu4lly traff1cked? Like they didn't implied it ..they showed her half naked..very draw in detail..they showed her body naked when she off herself. Nicole sitting and putting her feet on Jecka's dad's mouth????....it was misery p0rn...it also feel like the creator disliked how much people were saying "oh the girls are so cool".. like they wanted to criticized men but also paint the girls from using men as hypocrites?? So they butchered their characters?..Idk..now looking back at it..there were things that I disliked about the first game...but didn't see right well with me... Like there are red flags..even if Nicole is really depressed and Jecka too. They acted like "I want to be d3pr3ssed..I'm making a d3pr3ssed playlist on iTunes" "if I fake this disorders" u know for the audience to laugh at them as if they weren't really depressed...(not saying they aren't..NICOLE AND JECKA ARE REALLY DEPRESSED) ..but there's q lots of people ..that believe girls love to pretend they have disorders...as misogynistic and ableist it is..some people think that way..that's why they put it there as humor...

I think they had luck on flipside because instead of saying "ha they hypocrites,many girls empathized with the fictional girls in some way..or don't feel them bad about those men being used...because they were bad and they still see the girls as victims...even if they aren't good people" and they didn't shame Nicole for being misandrist and was always proven right.

I don't know how to redact this shit..it does feel like they criticized society...but also...get off on misandrist girls....and many stuff feels for shock value..more than actual criticizing or creative comebacks...

In flipside is basically disguised fetish...and do have in mind some men get off misandrist girls..(aside from the real valid reason to be misandrist like s3xu4l trauma) like some boys and men get off or also mock (or both) women reduce them to "u guys only play videogames and do anything thing for s3x".

So just disappointed in the game.i did got bad vibes on the first game..but didn't see about it..also we got queerbaited with Jecka and Ari...and have in mind this written by a weirdo and a man..

Also the joke of "was it q Pakistani or Palestinian Man traff1cking me" was not it..

Maybe I'll do q post explaining why flipside was disguised fetish and why I got those vibes from the first game but not very high..

Still love Jeckole and any girl pairing there..except Nicole and Ari...

[novasdarling]

Hope this request isn’t too late! We rarely get to see yandere Uvo, especially since even I headcannon him as a sweetheart when he’s in love. Could we get a look at a more dark and predatory version of yandere Uvogin?

Ya, I always picture him as being darker (with tendencies of being a weird sweetheart). More so of being like "well, you're mine so who cares what I do to you." This wasn't as dark as I was gonna make it, as I ended up going more him being a fucking asshole to darling. Hope that works.

What's On Your Mind?

TW: Kidnapping Mentioned, Torture, Attempted Drowning, Gender Neutral Reader, Noncon Mentioned, Murder, Blood.

The room had gone dark now, the only light came from a tiny window on the other side. Barely big enough to let in the moonlight from outside. It made you dread the night, the darkness every time it came. You used to at least have a lamp by your bed, but it burnt out a few days ago. You had begged Uvogin to get a new bulb. Every time he had come down to see you, you asked. It had gotten to the point where he had threatened to break your arm if you kept asking him. Annoyed by the idea you wanted something from him, something he told you he intended to fix. That stopped you, the memory of the sound of bones snapping still haunted your dreams to this day. You would just have to get use to the darkness at night. Uvogin wouldn’t help you, at least not in a timely manner. 

It wasn’t long until you heard the heavy footsteps above you. It was clearly Uvogin, no one else came by here. No one, but for him. His heavy footsteps were heading towards the basement door. One step, two steps, three steps. He wasn't stopping anywhere else this time.

He came every night when he wasn't working. Every night, he came for companionship. Laid in the bed with you, touched you, kissed you and when he didn’t get what he wanted. He threatened you. Always the same, let him touch you or else he’ll punish you. Whether it was another broken limb or less food and water for a few days. After the first few broken arms and sprained ankles. You had learned your lesson. Learned it was easier to just give in. Even when everything in you was screaming and crying for him to stop and leave you alone. You had to shove that part down. Deep down if you wanted to live, wanted to be fully able to run in case a chance came. You needed to keep your body intact and that came at a price with him.

His steps stopped in front of the door, lock by lock he opened the door. There were about four keeping the door closed, keeping you stuck inside. Those four locks were what kept you stuck there, trapped for his pleasure. Kept like an animal locked away.

Down he came, you couldn’t make out much of him, mainly just his shape. The sun had gone down long ago. Only glimpses of the moonlight were making his outline clear, but as he got closer you could make out more. A cocky smile on his face as he peered down at you. Obviously pleased with himself, pleased with a job he finished recently. You wanted to push yourself back, put as much space between you two as you could, but like the other times you knew he would take it as a game. Grab your ankle and pull you back to him. Only to be trapped under him as he began to let his hands roam. Laughing at your tears, licking them away as if they were delicious. You found when you fought him, he only began on you sooner. To avoid what he wanted for as long as possible, you let him take his seat on the bed. He seemed tired anyway, perhaps it was one of the rare times he only wished to talk, complain or boast about his accomplishments. Uvogin did just that, telling you all about his recent kills. How they were easy, weak compared to him, but then again, everyone was. Tuning him out, you looked him over. Noticing the details on him a bit better. His messy hair, his tired eyes, ripped clothing. Then you noticed the blood. Spatters of red were all over his white shirt and shorts. It was horrendous to look at. Knowing someone is dead, someone had just been killed at his hands. Traces of them now littered his clothing. You knew what he was like, he liked to play with his kill. Tease them, challenge them. Edge them closer to their own death. It was heartless, but he liked it. Liked to watch the light leave their eyes, and realize they have no hope. No way out, you knew he relished in it, he told you all about how it made the fight even better. Even how he enjoyed it with you. Loved watching how you would fight him, yell at him to stop. Only to have you change to crying and begging him to stop when he grabbed your arm and snapped it. 

“Grossed out?” 

“No.”  

Turning away from him, hoping he wouldn’t notice you were lying. That you wanted to puke at the sight, imaging where the blood came from, what he did to that poor person. The smell was getting stronger, you didn’t want to puke. He would only tease you, poke fun at how weak you were. That you couldn’t even handle a bit of blood. Then he'd just force you to clean up the mess you made, laughing while you cleaned. Continuing his story.

Nothing had occurred for the first few moments, just silence or the occasional moment of him speaking. Telling you about his conquest. But that rarely lasted for long, could never be long-lived with him. He wanted more from you, everything you had to give and more. As the moments went by, you knew what was coming. Knew his hands soon would be on you, his blood-soaked clothes thrown in a pile with yours. Entangling his crime with you.

Waiting was the worst, in the beginning, you loved the delay. Hoping it meant that he wouldn’t bother you that night, but no. You were never that lucky. This time was no different. Uvogin hadn't stopped talking, but now his hand was on your thigh. Squeezing and rubbing your skin. You ignored it, instead letting your mind wander. Letting you drift anywhere, anywhere was better than being present. Thinking of what it was like outside right now, did the flowers bloom yet? Did your mom plant that garden she always talked about? How was your family, did that cousin of yours get into that college they wanted? What about your dad, did he- 

“You’re not listening again.” 

Uvogin’s grip on your thigh had changed, he wasn't gentle anymore, his grip was becoming painful. Pulling you from your thoughts and forcing your attention on him. His grip stayed strong on you while your hands tried to ease his hold on your leg. Create any kind of relief you could. You apologized, stating you didn’t mean to. That you were happy to hear about his day.  

“What were you thinking about?” You stayed silent. He knew when you were lying, it was better to stay quiet than let him know the truth. Let him know your mind was not on him, but rather on people he had barred you from bringing up again.

“I said” Uvogin was now fully on you, you were laying under him as his arms held him up. “What were you thinking about? Huh? What was so important that you were so willing to ignore me?” 

You couldn't tell him, you couldn’t tell him what and who you were thinking about. According to him, you were his now and not theirs. Therefore, they had no right anymore to your time. If you told him the truth, he’d only take it out on you, or worse, them. You couldn’t let that happen, you were stuck with him, but you didn’t need to make it their problem any more than it was. All you did was let out a hushed apology then looked away. Hoping if you appealed to his softer side by looking pitiful, he'd just give you another warning.

“What was it?” 

“Nothing.”  

“I think” Now one of his hands was tangled in your hair, pulling at your roots. “You’re lying. I don’t like that.” 

Uvogin pulled harder when you still didn't reply. The pain was excruciating, snapping strands off of your head. Your hands rushed to his, trying to get them off. To free your hair from his hold. It was useless, he was stronger than you. Able to hold you down with just one hand. You should have stopped, given up and told him some believable lie, even if only to buy you some time. Your fight was only proving that there was something, that he was right. 

“Fine, how about I guess since you want to play this little game?” Ignoring him, you kept fighting. “Was it that boyfriend you had?" You kept fighting "No, how about your career?" You only struggled more. "Hmm, no.” He was smiling down at you, enjoying this guessing game of his. “Perhaps it’s your family?” You froze for a second before continuing your fight, but that was enough to tell him he was right. “So, it is them. Are they really that significant that they are distracting you from me? What, you miss mommy and daddy?”  

“Go to hell!” 

Suddenly Uvogin was off of you. His hand still in your hair, leading you up behind him. He didn’t say a word as he dragged you away from the sorry excuse for a bed. His steps were wide, forcing you to jog behind him to relive the tension on your hair. It got harder when he took you up the stairs leading to the door. Step by step you tried to stay right behind him. The stairs were harder than you thought, causing you to trip as he was going too fast and they were uneven. Uvogin didn’t bother stopping to let you get up. Pulling you up by your hair, forcing you to get back up despite your balance and the pain. You looked up at him, trying to find any mercy you could in his eyes. Pleading with him for help, for forgiveness, but there was none. He just stared down at you, looking at you as if you were some kind of pathetic creature. Turning back around, he continued up the stairs until he reached the door. Allowing you to get a bit of a break while he undid the locks. Giving your roots some much-needed relief, which unfortunately was short-lived. He continued through the door ignoring your cries and pleas. You didn’t get a chance to look around at the place you were being kept under. He was moving too fast and you were focused on trying to retain as much hair as you could. Finally, he let go of your hair, only to shove you onto a tile floor. The floor was cold and hard against your body. Certainly to leave bruises on your torso.  

“Go to hell huh?”  

You couldn’t make out Uvogin’s face clear, the room was dark and he was blocking the only light coming from outside the door frame. Both of you looked at each other, him waiting for you to say something. To dig yourself into a deeper hole, to anger him more. You couldn’t risk any more of his irritation towards you or worse towards them. Your silence once again was enraging him. It seemed like it didn’t matter what you did, speak or not, he was looking for a fight. Still high from his previous one. Lurching forward, he grabbed the collar of your shirt before you could dodge him. Pulling you further into the room, until your body made contact with something porcelain. His one hand let you go for a moment, giving you a fraction of a second to attempt to get away. Apart of you wanted to move, to try to get away from him, or even reason with him. But before you could, his hand was back on you, back to holding a fist full of your hair. He had done something, fiddled with something to get water running. Your arms braced yourself on a ledge when he pulled you further. Leaning your head over the edge, bringing you closer to the water. You realized where you were. This was a bathroom, but not the one you used downstairs. He had brought you to a bathroom, why? As the bathtub filled and your head was pushed under the water you realised why. He was going to drown you. The one downstairs only had a shower. He finally had enough. Uvogin pushed your head down again, watching as the bubbles escaped your mouth, your screams silenced by the water. You felt like you were going to die, every time he brought you back under felt like it was going to be the last. Yet, he would only bring you back up and lecture you. Calling you a brat, a bitch, an ungrateful little shit. Then back under you went, repeating the torment over and over again until finally, he threw you to the ground. Watching as you coughed up water and gasped for air. You must have looked pathetic, wet and grovelling at his feet. Begging him to stop, for forgiveness. That you were sorry, they meant nothing to you now, he was the only thing you wanted. Uvogin didn’t bother stopping you. Enjoying how you looked at his feet, trying to appease him. 

“That’s a little better. Now” He bent down, cupping your face in his hands. “How about you behave and wait here. Be good while I go get rid of those distractions.” 

He let you go, standing up at his full height. His words rang in your ears, repeating them over and over. He was going to get rid of the distractions? 

He was going to kill them, your family. 

“No, n-no please. Uvo I-I'm sorry. Please just don’t, don’t hurt them.” 

Your hands grabbed at his clothing, getting blood on your wet hands. It didn't matter, you needed to get him to stay and listen. He couldn’t kill them, they did nothing wrong. This was all your fault. You had to let your mind wander with him, talk about how you missed home all those other times. Telling him you wanted to leave, go back to your family. This was your fault, it was your doing and there was nothing you could do to get him to back down. His eyes were dead, he didn’t care, he had killed hundreds. Probably thousands before, why would your family be any different? Even when he stated he had loved you, had taken you because he wanted you. He was always going to be a monster, even towards you. 

Uvogin listened to your begging, pouting at your words, mocking your emotions. He got off on this, got off on how you were depending on him. Giving him your all, your time and energy. Even if it was because of others. He didn’t care, this was how he liked you. 

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a baby. After all, this is all your fault. If only you had forgotten about them like I told you to. They are no one to you now, maybe now you'll learn.”  

With that, he nudged you off of him with his foot. As if you were an annoying stray. Nothing more to him than some animal begging for something so trivial. Shutting and locking the door quickly as he left. You were too late by the time you got up and behind him. He was already out of the bathroom, getting ready to leave. Ignoring your cries behind the door, the banging you made as an attempt to get his attention back. You could hear him walking around, laughing at you. Laughing at your suffering. Uvogin didn’t really care about your wellbeing. You were just a plaything for him, something to enjoy when he didn’t have work. Something that was supposed to be solely for him, not attached to anyone else. 

Your yelling and pleading carried on until you heard a door open and then swiftly close. After that, there were no heavy footsteps. No moving outside of the bathroom, you were alone now. He had left, gone to kill your family like he promised. Relish in their agony as he had done so many times before. They were nothing to him, but an annoyance. You were alone now, alone with your thoughts of what he was going to do, of what you did. 

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

[somethingsupwithdrac]

Ahh, 16 May, wherein our good friend Jonathan meets the Sisters and encounters terrifying heterosexual urges ....Okay, I joke but really, this is where the real horror shit starts to kick in and things get harder to laugh about. Nebulously weird vibes, a bit of casual wall-crawling, yeeting a mirror out a window because foul bauble of man’s vanity? That’s all kid stuff. Now we’re getting into some real unsettling horror shit.

It’s morning and Our Good Friend Jonathan is still Going Through Some Shit. ‘I’m going mad here, everything is terrible, this place is full of nightmares, oh god I’m going to die. Somehow the Count is the least terrible thing here and I hate that, and I know I’m only safe as long as I’m useful to him and I AM NOT OKAY OH GOD HELP ME’ My poor guy is having a breakdown in real time here, just trying desperately to calm down and taking a moment to say ‘Okay, yes, I am losing it, I need to take some time here and write this down so I can focus on something besides how terrified I am and retain a shred of sanity.’

Jon still frightened of the Count’s warning (as he should be) and ending up worrying and writing himself into exhaustion. :( YES GOOD JON YOU HOLE THE FUCK UP IN THE NICE SAFE DUSTY ROOMS AWAY FROM THE TERRIFYING OLD MAN. Just stare out the window at the pretty landscape and don’t think about anything right now except the much less creepy vibes and the long-ago ladies pining for their men who went off to war, Just get some sleep because my friend, you are going to need it if you intend to live through all of this.

“I was not alone.” CHILLS. God, that line is horrifying no matter how many times I read it. Going to sleep thinking you’re safe and hidden because obviously there isn’t anybody else around, and then suddenly discovering that actually someone was there the whole time and now they’re here for you is such a great horror trope when it’s used well, and I love it here. Jon, baby, remember that warning that frightened you so? THIS IS WHAT IT WAS ABOUT.

GOD THIS IS SO CREEPY. Three ladies appearing out of nowhere, casting no shadows, being all otherworldly and predatory, beautiful and terrifying to our poor Jon. (They’re going to eat him, and not in a fun sexy way.)

‘I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips. It is not good to note this down, lest some day it should meet Mina’s eyes and cause her pain; but it is the truth.’ Oh, Jon. :( Still thinking of Mina and how you love her and don’t want to hurt her even when in imminent danger of being eaten. My sweet, sweet cinnamon roll. I could make more jokes here but tbh I love this whole section so much that I don’t want to. There’s such a surreal, languid, dream-fading-into-nightmare-sleep-paralysis quality to all of it-the beautiful ladies, both strange and familiar to Jon; the simultaneous fear and desire for them, the latter of which might well be something imposed as much by their obviously inhuman influence as his own mind and which he can do nothing about and feels incredible guilty for; the whole sequence where he can only lie there frozen with fear and anticipation while they discuss how there are enough “kisses” to go around, and then as one of them actually moves to bite him and-

the surreal bubble he’s trapped in is quite abruptly burst by the Count. This whole scene is incredibly effective, because there the Sisters are, about to kill Jonathan and there’s absolutely nothing he can do, utterly trapped in the moment and experiencing all of these conflicting feelings, and then in comes the Count, who he’s also terrified of, just to make everything that much more nightmarish.

I'm going to leave other reactions to “This man is mine" to the rest of tumblr and just say that holy shit that is terrifying from the lens of ‘mine' as in “my prey to kill/do with as I please", and that this entire paragraph where we really see the Count lose control and display his inhuman nature in front of Jonathan rather than make any attempt to pretend to be a human is great.  

That whole argument between Dracula and the Sisters, about love and whether he is capable of it, all while nearly hissing at each other over Jon like he’s a prime cut of steak is very. Eugh. Repulsive in the best way because it makes it super clear that they are not human and they do not care about Jonathan for any reason other than when he can do for them: for Dracula he’s a useful tool to get to England and settle amongst a whole new population of unsuspecting, unprepared prey, and for the Sisters he’s fresh meat to feed on, and the only quibble here, really, is who gets him first.

“Well, now I promise you that when I am done with him you shall kiss him at your will. Now go! go! I must awaken him, for there is work to be done.” I like that this line makes it well and truly clear that Jonathan is disposable and he’s only safe as long as the Count finds him useful, and once he’s outlived that usefulness, he’s gone. He actually twigged pretty quickly in the beginning of all of this to the fact that something was off about his client, that feeling only grew, and now he’s just pretty much heard outright that he’s going to die. 

And then the Count feeds the Sisters a goddamn baby because this is Dracula and they’re all literal monsters.

And poor, sweet Jonathan has finally hit his limit and passes out, waking up back in his room and realizing that, if the entire experience wasn’t some horrible nightmare, the Count must have carried him back to it. Annnd there he goes again, straight back into the land of coping mechanisms, because okay, I don’t have proof this happened, I need to approach this calmly and rationally and look for evidence, and dealing with the new knowledge that as bad as it is to be here in his room where’d he previously been so terrified of being trapped with the Count, it’s comparatively safe and secure, and really not so bad because what’s out there in the rest of the castle is worse.

Also, the thing I couldn’t mention until now because spoilers: I like the contrast between Jonathan’s thoughts yesterday about this room as having once been a soft, comfortable place where sweet, presumably chaste noblewomen lived and dreamed about their beloved beaus, and the current day reality where it’s occupied by this dangerous corrupting force in the form of the Sisters, who are noblewomen in physical appearance only and in reality are decidedly not chaste, delicate, or innocent in any way. 

Jon, please write again soon, hopefully saying that you’ve found a way out of that terrible place. We are all very worried about you.

[hotwings0203]

Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.