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18+ / mdi

content: newrelationship!vernon, miscommunication, afab reader, smut, virgin reader, inexperienced reader, dry humping, fingering, etc.

wc: 3040

a/n: had a thought abt this so i decided to write it. hope u like <3

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vernon wasn't sure what he was doing wrong.

god, he was just so into you, but he didn't know what to do anymore.

you'd been dating for a bit over two months by now, and it had been perfect. you'd spent almost every day together, never spending a dull moment by each other's sides. and god, was be obsessed with you. he felt like a bit of a loser, with how horribly down bad he was for you, but he couldn't help himself, okay? you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. it didn't help that you were also the smartest, funniest, sexiest- okay he'll stop now. he still wasn't sure what exactly he had done to bag you, but he wasn't about to question his good fortune.

that was where his problem laid, actually.

despite two months of perfect love (was it too soon for him to say that?), the two of you had yet to have sex - or do anything remotely sexual in general. he'd had the privilege of holding you in his arms as you slept a few times now, and even the pleasure of feeling your lips against his as you endlessly sighed against his mouth when you'd kiss (something that got him going immediately - the feeling of your pliant form against him and your soft lips chasing after his), but he was yet to hit any other base with you.

the sheer desperation he felt for you made him feel terrible. vernon was nothing if not a respectful man. he wanted nothing more than to make you feel as comfortable as possible, never expressing any type of complaint whenever you pulled away or stopped him if things were getting too far for your liking. like last week.

you'd both been on his couch watching a movie together. it was all fine and dandy until you decided to pull his head towards you, suddenly planting a kiss against his lips. you did this quite often, actually. you seemed to really enjoy kissing vernon, something he would never say no to. like any reasonable person, he met you with equal enthusiasm, swallowing your soft moans while he shared a few groans right back into your mouth.

this went on for about fifteen minutes, making him lightheaded at your proximity. his hands were on your waist while yours played with his hair. he had moved you to sit on his lap about ten minutes ago, now having your weight atop his lap while he willed his boner away. it didn't take long for him to begin to get fidgety, deciding to begin a trail of kisses down your neck. your reaction had his breath catching in his throat. he had never heard such pretty moans in his life. it seemed like you were enjoying it as much as he was, tilting your head to the side to give him more room to kiss and suck at. it all went well, until his hands began to wander a bit.

you immediately placed them back on your waist, not giving any other reaction or indication as to why. about ten minutes later when you had finally grown too tired of making out, you separated from one another. you whispered a shy 'sorry' to him before cuddling back into him as you had been thirty minutes ago. he chose not to question it, simply pulling you even closer to his side.

~

next time it happened it was a bit more embarrassing. you'd woken up together after he had stayed over at your place. you had immediately jumped him, kissing him with intensity he hadn't met before. he wasn't an idiot, so he kissed back, taking anything you were willing to give him. it was filthy, really. just a mess of tongues and even some heavy petting over your clothes.

he was so sure this time you'd want more. that you'd finally at least let him have the unimaginable pleasure of some over-the-clothes action. he would give even with some dry humping. he was incredibly hard, which was already embarrassing on it's own. what made it even more embarrassing, however, was your squeak and the way you backed away the moment you felt his hardness against your leg. there were no words exchanged, just widened eyes starting at one another. the silence was only broken when vernon quickly grumbled out an apology along with a short 'i'll, uh, go take care of it. my bad' before leaving the room and locking himself in your bathroom.

after a less than gratifying session with his fist in your tiny bathroom, he came back to you, ears still burning red and eyes meeting the floor.

"vernon, fuck. i'm sorry, i just wasnt-"

"its fine!", he interrupted (very stupidly, by the way), "you dont have to explain anything. did you, uh, wanna get breakfast or something?"

you smiled back at him, seemingly thankful that he had given you an out, "yeah, sure nonnie."

~

next time had been the last one. the last instance that truly broke vernon. it had also been an accident, but a fortunate one at that.

vernon already had a key to your apartment. sure, you'd only been dating for a short time, but in both of your defenses, you'd been friends for a while before that, so this just seemed like a logical course of action. vernon had the tendency to drop by your apartment unannounced. he hated texting and was usually too lazy to call, so he had grown accustomed to just popping by. thus far, it had never been an issue. sometimes you'd be caught off guard, but for the most part it didnt go past you playfully slapping his chest and telling him to make some type of noise in order to not give you a heart attack; advice he seemingly did not take. not even today.

he was too quiet, even to a fault. he walked in, not making any type of noise and immediately seeking you out. you weren't in the living room, which meant you could only be in your room. he wished he could've checked the kitchen or the restroom first. maybe then you could've had more time to prepare, but that's not what happened. what happened, however, was that vernon unsuspectedly walked into your room only to find you pantless, with your hand up your cunt, groaning in frustration at yourself - something that had him tilting his head in confusion despite the sheer shock.

he couldn't really see anything too compromising due to the oversized shirt you were wearing covering your crotch itself, but he wasn't an idiot, he knew what having your hand down there meant. you were touching yourself. and it wasn't going well. you hadn't noticed him yet. his eyes were still wide, gasp trapped in his throat before unwillingly releasing it the moment you looked up, probably having felt his presence.

you jumped back in place, grabbing a pillow to cover between your legs before you started yelling at him.

"v-vernon?! what the fuck?! what are you doing here?"

he stayed frozen for a few seconds before finally snapping out of his trance, eyes still glued to your nether area despite the pillow playing the role of a barrier between his eyes and your cunt.

"uh, i, fuck. im sorry, i-"

"stop staring at me!", you put your arms over your face, covering yourself while also making yourself as small as possible due to embarrassment. fuck, vernon felt so terrible at making you feel ashamed that he'd caught you in the act. he hadn't meant to, truly!

"wait, no! don't- it's okay! i'm so sorry," against his better judgment, he walked over to you, sitting next to you on your bed. you hadnt asked him to leave, and you seemed vulnerable, so he assessed that the best move right now would be to try and comfort you.

you slowly looked up at him, hair a mess and obvious tears on your face. your face was also slightly flushed, indicating that you had been crying out of embarrassment. fuck, that was so adorable.

"you don't have to be embarrassed, it- it's fine. i'm sorry i didnt knock, i shouldve called beforehand like you told me. i know im probably overstepping a boundary here, but we've been dating for a while, i know you dont want to go there with me yet, but theres no need to be embarra-"

'it's not- vernon. i do want to have sex with you.'

"h- huh? you do?"

you did?! had he been reading you wrong this whole time? were you just playing hard to get or something? no, that didn't really sound like you.

you turned to face him, making sure your shirt still hid your naked bottom as you did so, "yes, vernon, i just ... fuck, its so embarrassing. ive just never had sex before ..." you looked anywhere but into his eyes as you said this, clearly ashamed of the revelation.

"i- that's it? you're a virgin? babe, you know i don't care about that, right?"

"it's not just that, nonnie. i ... i've never ...." the second half of your statement was too mumbled for him to understand.

"what was that?"

"dont make me say it again!"

"babe, i didnt hear you, i swear. just tell me, baby, cmon. id never judge you, you know that."

you sighed, now deciding to sit up fully and look straight into his eyes, "ive never had an orgasm."

oh. oh.

"r-really?"

"see! you think its weird! that's why i was so frustrated before you came in. it just- it just doesnt work. i dont know what it is. there's something clearly wrong with me," you were growing more and more exasperated by the minute, "ive never gone past second base with any boyfriend because of this. theyve all thought i was weird or broken or something, i'm just-"

"hey, hey. don't think like that. you're not broken. there's nothing wrong with it. if you dont like sex, that's-"

"but i do, vernon. i want to have sex with you!", you gasped at your own statement as soon as it left your mouth, showing clear embarrassment in your face, but you continued after collecting yourself, "i want to have sex. i just .. i dont know what to do. ive tried everything. there's something wrong with me. im sorry, vernon. i want to be with you so bad, - ive been wanting to go further with you - but i just didnt want to disappoint you like everyone else."

vernon was a bit devastated by your dejected demeanor. had every single ex of yours just given up on you? did they not even try to pull an orgasm out of you? the thought made him sad. then came the thought of you touching yourself night after night only to come out empty handed, with no orgasm nor pleasure to show for your efforts. that thought made him shudder. he thought about how well he could've taken care of you. how well he currently wanted to take care of you.

"baby ... you could never disappoint me. fuck, this whole time i thought you just didnt want to be with me. i- i'm sorry if i ever made you feel pressured. ill do things at whatever pace you want. just ... you're not weird. you're not broken, okay? im sorry anyone ever made you feel that way. im sorry no one ever took their time with you," he was genuinely apologetic over it. he had been thinking with his dick this whole time, not once stopping to consider that you had your reasons; very valid ones at that.

"thank you, vernon. i really appreciate it, really," you replied before pausing, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "you ... do you ... uh .."

"yeah, baby? what is it?"

"do you want to have sex? fuck, im sorry. i know that's such an unsexy way to ask. im sorry ive made this whole situation so uncomfortable. i should've just told you, or maybe just-"

he hummed against your lips as he interrupted your nervous rambling with a kiss, "hmm. baby. don't even worry about it. you didnt ruin anything. and you're the sexiest person alive, i ... i think about you all the time. ill take whatever you give me. anything is more than enough, okay?"

that seemed to make you get a little shy once again, "y-yeah. okay, thank you vernon."

vernon could tell what you wanted. i mean, you had literally told him you wanted to have sex with him. you just seemed to need some help getting there. he decided to save you any further embarrassment (even though in reality, he only found your shy demeanor adorable) and close the gap of your lips again.

he kissed you as softly and sensually as he could, pulling all stops to get you keening against him. within only some moments he was already hovering over you on your bed, your shirt ridden up to show your bare lower half. he began to sneak his hands over your shirt, slow enough to allow you to push him off if you wanted to. which you did. except it was only temporary, taking off your shirt altogether before pulling his lips back to yours, making the kiss grow even more intense.

vernon couldnt help moaning against your mouth the moment you moved his hands to play with your bare breasts, wrapping your legs around his waist and doing your best to incite him into humping against you. he didnt need any convincing, immediately digging his clothed crotch into yours. he fell in love with your soft moans, ones he had never heard before.

"nonnie ..." god, you were going to kill him. he wasnt even in you and he already felt like he was going to explode. but his priority right now was showing you that you weren't broken; that you were perfectly deserving of a mind-blowing orgasm.

"can i show you, baby? can i show you how to touch yourself?" he was completely serious too. he wanted not only to give you pleasure but also show you how to seek it on your own. he pictured you thinking about him when you were alone at night, fingers deep in your cunt as you-

"show me? what do you mean?"

"wanna teach you how to get there. can i?", he sat up, doing messy work of pulling off his pants and taking off his shirt, leaving himself in just his boxers before pulling you to sit up with him. he then guided you to sit on top of him as he sat against the headboard. your back was against his chest, with his arms now wrapped around you.

"nonnie ..."

"yeah, baby? whats wrong?", he was now allowing his hands to feel you up, loving how you arched against him the moment his fingers landed on your nipples, lightly pinching at them while he kissed your neck.

"im nervous ... im sorry, i know its dumb."

"its not dumb. is this okay? want me to slow down?"

"no! its fine. youre- you're perfect. i promise."

"okay. im gonna start now, then, okay?", he allowed one of his hands to sneak down, landing right where your cunt began, "im just gonna rub it for now, okay, baby? we'll go step by step."

"o-okay."

he rubbed at you, stopping by your clit every so often just to hear you mewl his name. he allowed his other hand to stay on your tits in the meantime, figuring that it was a sensitive spot for you that would also help you get there. you were extremely wet too, which gave him the idea that he was doing well so far. he had full confidence that he could make you cum. the thought of giving you your first orgasm did things to him.

"gonna put a finger in, okay? gon-"

"two! i can take it, nonnie, i swear. i ... i can already feel it."

"yeah? two? okay, baby. anything you want."

he had meant to start slow and build up his rhythm, but he was met with your desperate cunt chasing after his fingers every time he'd slow down. he figured you were ready for something more intense, so he began to give it his all.

"n-nonnie! fuck!" you grew limp against him, unable to control your moans of pleasure for him. you were beginning to tighten around him, which let him know all he needed to know.

"i- nonnie, i feel ... i feel weird. its so ... fuck ... its so good, nonnie! dont stop. fu- fuck! please!" you were getting progressively more desperate, specially as vernon began to play with your clit once more.

"cum, baby. wanna feel you, fuck. want my pretty girl to feel good," he pistoned his fingers in and out of you, making sure to curl them perfectly in order to hit that spot.

"n-nonnie! fuck!"

he let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your orgasm invade you, pulling his fingers out immediately to suck at them in a depraved manner he wasn't even aware he had in him. by the time he was done, your orgasm had worn down, leaving you panting against him.

"that ... shit, vernon."

"i told you. told you you weren't broken. fuck, can't believe none of those assholes never even fingered you properly."

"yeah .. i mean, i also never-"

"shh, baby. none of it was your fault. now you know, right? next time you need it, you know how to do it. or, you know, just call me," you bad turned around by now, still sitting on him but now facing him as he spoke.

"thank you, vernon. im sorry i made you feel like i didnt want you," you pouted at him, "god, i cant believe i missed out on that for so long."

"right? uh, anything else you want me to show you?"

you threw him a flirty smile, sensually running your hands up and down his torso, "i had a few ideas, actually."

his eyes widened, "shit, really?"

"yeah ... there's a few other things i need to learn. teach me?"

he had never been more ready (and horny) for anything else before.

[indras-curse]

Fox-demon-child Naruto

First || 2 || 3 || 4 ||

Sasuke doesn't understand a lot of the things happening around him, but he doesn't really have time to worry because he's starting the academy soon and since Kakashi and Itachi are really busy, they enlist the help of Boar who insists on being called Tenzo. Which brings its own share of problems.

At first, everything is fine and dandy, Tenzo is good at training them, he says he used to be a captain but failed to say where he was. Regardless, his skills speak for themselves.

Still, Tenzo made one huge mistake.

He had assured him and Naruto that both Kakashi and Itachi knew what he was going to attempt to do and both had given him a green light to try.

He said he wanted to see if it would take care of the fox.

That was the first red flag, Sasuke had only heard people refer to Naruto as the fox contemptuously. Nothing ever good came out of that mean nickname. Sure, Naruto had whiskers and ears but nobody called the Inuzuka the dogs.

Still, Naruto seemed interested in Tenzo and he assured Sasuke everything was going to be okay and he was fine with trying whatever Yamato wanted because Kakashi had said it was okay.

They went to a training ground that was far away from the others and Tenzo summoned some weird wooden pilars from the ground. They formed a circle and Tenzo sat down on the inside while he instructed Naruto to stay still and Sasuke to step away.

Sasuke reluctantly listened and Naruto simply stayed put.

Tenzo pointed the palm of one of his hands at Naruto and for several seconds, it seemed like nothing was going to happen at all, Tenzo was frowning and all, and Naruto shared a confused glance and a shrug with Sasuke.

It looked like whatever Tenzo was trying, didn't work.

Until the screams started.

Sasuke was startled and Tenzo faltered but ultimately held strong and focused. It didn't make sense. Two seconds ago Naruto was just fine and now he was doubling over in pain.

"Stop that" Sasuke whispered, out of breath.

Tenzo couldn't have possibly heard him, but he was certainly not blind and could see how much Naruto was hurting.

Yet he didn't stop.

"Stop!" Sasuke screamed when Naruto tugged on his own hair.

Tenzo didn't listen.

He was concentrating. He may be able to separate Naruto and the Kyuubi, make sure the beast was properly sealed deep inside Naruto, and give the kid a safer chance at life.

If people ever wanted to find out who the jinchuriki of Konoha was, they would just need a glance at Naruto, which would put him in danger.

He was, perhaps, too concentrated.

When he noticed a small body was kicking at his hands with unexpected strength and red eyes staring him down fiercely, he realized he may have gone too far.

The little Uchiha boy kept trying to kick and hit until Tenzo retreated into the trees, keeping the boys in sight.

As soon as Tenzo was far enough, Sasuke ran back to Naruto to check on him.

The other boy had passed out but he was breathing and his face wasn't scrunched in pain.

When Kakashi and Itachi arrived to pick them up, they didn't seem very thrilled about Tenzo going as far as he did and Kakashi told him a talk was needed.

"I'm so sorry... I thought he could take it" He stuttered.

"Not all kids are like us" Itachi chastized. Sasuke didn't know very well what that meant but Tenzo seemed to and looked properly ashamed.

"Anything else?" Kakashi raised a brow at Tenzo.

The man shook his head but then stopped and glanced quickly at Sasuke and then back at Kakashi. Which obviously didn't go unnoticed by IItachi.

"Did you do something to him?" His brother's flaming hot rage could be heard and felt even through his passive face.

"N-no!" Tenzo stumbled back. "He, uh, the sharingan"

Itachi snapped out of his threatening mode to look at Sasuke with wide eyes. "You awakened the sharingan because Naruto was hurt?"

Huh, well, Sasuke guesses he did.

[gabessquishytum]

no sex ed dream au, but omegaverse?

they start sleeping together and dream, of course, after being introduced to the wonder of orgasms, could only be pried apart from hob with heavy machinery. which is all fine and dandy (hob certainly has no complaints), until dream gets pregnant...but doesn't know about it. he feels different, sure, and his body is sore ,and he's tired, and he's thrown up a few times. if his pants don't quite fit the same he chalks it up to hob feeding him better (as good lovers are wont to do). but hob, as an alpha, has no difficulty sniffing out the source of dream's problem. and as soon as he makes the connection that dream's new pheromones are because he's pregnant, well...it's a good thing he can't fuck multiples into him.

I just love the idea of Hob trying to explain to Dream that he's pregnant, because Dream fully refuses to believe it 🤣

"I think you're pregnant, love" "no I think I'm just a bit chubbier now" "honey no" "but only married and mated people get pregnant" "......no, love that's not how it works" "but don't pregnant people throw up a lot?" "you were sick 4 times last week" "but didn't we use protection?" "it isn't 100% effective, love" "WHAT???? WHY NOT????"

Only when they actually go and see the doctor does it actually sink in for Dream that he's pregnant - and he takes it very well. He reads all the pamphlets about all the options diligently, and decides that he wants to keep the pregnancy. With or without Hob.

And of course Hob is like "you silly sausage of course we're doing it together. if youre sure." And Dream is sure. But he's also pretty sure that while theyre so young, they should probably stick with just one. They can always have more later. So: if Hob wants to knot him, he'd better do it as much as possible while Dream is still pregnant and they don't need to worry about additional happy accidents.

(Dream is dumb if he thinks he's going to live without Hob’s knot after this pregnancy. 10 weeks after the birth he's begging for Hob to breed him again. They'll use protection of course, but who knows what can happen!)

Hob is, of course, more than happy to fuck his pregnant omega into ecstacy as many times as required. He's literally never smelt or felt anything better. Whatever Dream wants, he can have - he's made Hob the happiest, proudest alpha in the universe. And probably also the horniest too.

[desired-fantasy-writings]

Now That's How You Beat A Downa! - (Bobby X Female Reader)

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Murder and violence.. someeeewhat descriptive wording of the said violence.

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: ehh idk, after said violence gets fluffy after

Word Count: 2,117

"Lovely day for it miss!"

"You look lovely today miss!"

You felt yourself blush from the random compliments you got from citizens around town as you walked down the street. Everyone there loved telling each other compliments. You weren't one of those people, when really you hated them. Not because you were a downer, goodness no. You just got flustered easily and didn't know how to take compliments too well.

You see, you has always been a shy women since you were a small pea, and that got some people suspicious because of it. Even the bobbies thought something was up. Of course you explained to the best of your ability that you were definitely not a downer, and never will be.

You were quite a gentle woman and never yelled at anyone, even if you were defending anyone. You thought discussing the problem is better then yelling at each other. Your parents taught you that from a young age.

You worked at a retirement home in Maiden Home. You always got along with older folk anyway, so why not get a job involved around it? Even if the job didn't pay well you still enjoyed the job very much. The con of it all was some of the old ladies would tease you from time to time, making you flustered and you would start stuttering like mad. They didn't mean no harm and you knew that too well. They were just having their fun.

Speaking of Maiden Home you were currently heading to Maiden Home to work. You lived in Wellington Wells, so you needed to walk to work which you didn't mind at all. Exercise is important after all! You hummed as you walked through the streets, smiling and saying "lovely day for it!" to people that walked past you. You were all fine and dandy until you felt someone sneak behind you and grab your arm harshly, putting something sharp against your neck. You screamed in fear and people around you gasped at the scene.

"Nobody move!" The stranger announced to the small crowd- "Or else this youngling gets to be beheaded!" The stranger shouted out, gripping your arm with his mostly likely disgusting nails. Whilst you hiss in pain you could see the crowd frantically panicking like any other citizen would do.

"Downa! Someone get the police!"

"HELP! HELP! THAT POOR DEARY IS IN GRAVE DANGA! SOME ONE CALL THE CONSTABLES!"

Most of the panicked citizens ran away in fear, leaving you with mostly no help whatsoever. Seeing this didn't make you reassured you wouldn't survive this situation. God you wished you could take more joy right about now... No dammit there's no time to worry about that. You just couldn't stand here and do nothing you'd be dead in the next matter of seconds!

In the moment you thought over what you could do to escape the downers grasp. Your best bet right now was to kick him right in the baby maker. All you needed was a distraction to make this work. To your luck though you heard blown whistles come from the right of you. You sigh in relief seeing the bobbies arrive.

"Ya downa bastard let the lass go or else!" One of the shorter bobbies threatened the downer with his baton in hand.

The older downer rolled his eyes not really caring for the bobbies threat, cackling mentally. "Not until you let the gates open for the rest of us. We want our freedom back!"

The group of bobbies didn't give two fucks about what the downer had to say and ignored his "deal". It didn't mean fuck all to the blokes. All they cared about was how to help get the filthy downer off of you without him hurting you in anyway. They thought over their options carefully, but they had to be fast. Luckily for you they helped your plan into action.

Bingo. A distraction.

With the newfound bravery you smirk ever wider

lifting your leg to kick the man's baby maker, making him cry out in pain and drop the knife he held you hostage with. You go to pick it up while he gasp in pain, running toward the man to kick him down while he's weak, aimed the knife into his forehead without thinking with all your strength. The man scream in agony trying to push you off but you only continued to stab his head that was gushing of blood and brain tissue

The bobbies lowered their batons and stared in shock of what you just did seeing the massacre that just occurred. You stop after a bit breathing heavily throwing the knife to the side standing up kicking the dead bastard that laid before you.

You took a moment to pause to look at the scene below you. You felt... almost thrilled? You thought anyone would after killing a downer, but it wasn't even for that reason. A new sense of blood thirst it felt like. Whatever it was you felt wrong in every way possible, and now your whole dress and mask were ruined by blood and brain matter.

You forgot the bobbies were even with you in the first place til you hear this coming toward you. You had this feeling in your mind that you were in trouble, but how could you be when this was how things were here? Turning around you quickly tried to come up with an explanation to what you just done.

"A-Alright Constables I-I'm-" You stuttered out in fear, lifting your hands up. "I'm never like this- I don't know-"

"Blimey! Now that's how you beat a downa lady!" One of the bobbies exclaimed approaching you. It was the shorter Bobby. He seemed too thrilled to see the blood massacre to your liking. Noticing the downers body he crouched down to look at the downers now destroyed forehead. "Whoa you'd need a lot of strength to do that... impressive." He points out like he was complementing you.

You didn't know how to take it to be honest.

"That was brilliant! Roight in the head there good job we can take it from here!" Another bobby complemented on your "fine" work patting your shoulder with a wild grin. All you do is laugh sheepishly, stepping away from the bobbies.

"Thank you thank you my good sir's, but I must head home now take care!" You tried laughing it off and walk off but you bump into one of the taller bobbies chest by accidental.

"Sorry there missy you alroight?" The kind Constable asked.

You turn around quickly and all you see was the uniform of the Constable. Backing up you could already tell he was half your height just by looking at the attractive Constable, a somewhat familiar Constable that had such an lovely voice too. You swore you met this Constable before, but you couldn't remember his name.

The Constable notices the remaining blood on your clothes. He knew he couldn't do much to clean it expect your mask, so he bent down on his knee.

"Sorry if this seems off putting, but you got some... blood on ya mask still. Ya mind if I wipe it at least some of it off?" He asks kindly pulling out a cloth.

What a kind gesture from a man such as himself. He probably had better things to do then this but here he was being ever so kind so how could you deny the gesture from one of the men that technically help you save your life? With hesitancy you allow him;

"O-Of course Constable! I have a few hours left till I got to go to work anyways." You explain, reassuring the officer of the law. "And it's... kind of hard for me to see anyway, so thank you."

The Constable chuckles from your response,  starting to wipe your mask. "Of course."

He tried as hard as he could to clean it, but a simple rag wouldn't do much. As long as you could see that'd be enough for you to get home safely in his mind. Whilst wiping down the blood off your mask he looked past you to see the downers body being carried by one of his colleague. You saw him cringe a bit from this.

"Jesus, you... really killed him real good aye?" The Constable joked with you to ease your nerves, but you decide not to respond. He could tell him joking about it wasn't going to help so he moved onto something else.

"So tell me miss."

You turn your gaze into his blu- wait. They were brown. Interesting. His eyes were bloody brown. How rare to see something like that on a Constable. Brown was a much gentle kinder colour then the regular piercing blue eyes of the majority of the Constables had.

"I'm surprised you pulled that off. From afar it looked like the downa had a tight grip on ya."

You rubbed your arm shyly with a chuckle "Well Constable, I saw an opportunity to strick when he got distracted by you and your lads. Simple enough."

He hummed at your answer, nodding. "That makes sense. You're one tough cookie when ya can be shy bee."

You feel your cheeks start to flush from the silly nickname brushing it off like you didn't hear it.

"What is your name anyways? You seem familiar to me. I just can't quite remember..." The Constable asks curiously tilting his head. He sounded genuine.

"It's Y/N, my good sir, and thank you." You introduce yourself with a smile.

The Constable seemed to perk up hearing your name. He smiled before removing the rag off your mask. It seemed like in no time at all at least half the blood was cleaned off to his surprise. "Y/N... oh that's right now I remember. You work at Maiden Home yea?"

"That's indeed right Constable, but I'm curious as to how you guessed?" You ask him teasingly, and he seems to get a little defensive.

"I ain't no stalker miss I promise. I just overhead the old ladies talking about ya, is all, and from some of the lads too. They all say you're really kind and of course they're right about that." He says quickly in his defensive, feeling flustered, but all you do is roll your eyes at him.

"You really think my first thought was that you were a stalker? Oh please." Your attitude turned sarcastic seeing his reaction. It was almost too cute not to mess with him- "Word can get around sometimes, but I didn't know such good things were being said about me how charming!"

The Constable sighs in relief now standing up, nodding. "You're a real cheeky one Y/N, but due to my line of work I must continue from here; but not without returning you home safe and sound first with the news of downas running about today." He presents his arm to you leaning forward. "I don't think I can handle seeing you in harms way again ma'am, and I really don't want you to go to work looking like bloody marry all day. Since I know people will freak out seeing your clothes all drenched I know a safer route to get ya back home."

You were shocked at such an offer. It was an offer you didn't want to refuse as you felt safe and comfortable with this particular Constable. You reach an arm out to wrap your hand around his arm with a chuckle.

"I'll gladly take your offer Constable thank you so much, but you really don't have to do this."

"Oh but I want to ma'am. It's my job to protect the citizens of this fine city after all." The Constable states as you two began to walk toward the back of the city. It would be a bit before this egging question got the best of you, but you just had to ask.

"This might sound a bit intruding, but you also look familiar to me as well, and I'd like to know the Constable that helped with my mask. What's ya name Constable?" You ask in a genuine way, you didn't want to seem rude after all.

The Constable then stopped to look down at you with a cheeky smile. "It's Constable Tommy ma'am."

You couldn't help but smile wider from his smile. It was ever so charming as you two began walking again. "Constable Tommy... a lovely name for a man in service."

You couldn't tell, but the Constable began to flush under his mask from your lovely complement, looking away from this unannounced feeling in his heart.

"Righto ma'am, righto..."

[dipperdesperado]

The Problem with Rugged Individualism

We have an “individualism” issue. From CEOs to the heroes that populate our screens, to the very methods we use for storytelling (looking at you, Hero’s Journey), the individual is venerated. This is fine and dandy until you realize that it’s directly opposed to more socially focused, cooperative, and collective mindsets, and leads to toxic competition between us. The way we see individualism is a core aspect of neoliberalism. Neoliberalism is an ideology that calls for free markets, free trade, and minimal government intervention in the economy. If you’ve ever heard about “trickle-down” economics, neoliberalism is the house in which that ideology lives. Neoliberalism also makes the blanket assumption that people act rationally, are motivated by self-interest, and make decisions based on what they can get or gain out of the situation. Surprising no one, I think that these individualistic assumptions made under neoliberalism stifle social progress and liberation.

Neoliberalism can lead to social atomization and loneliness. If the focus is on an extreme sense of individual responsibility and self-reliance, there is less room for people to build the capacity to have strong and long-lasting relationships. This lack of capacity also can make it where people put their own needs over the needs of the community. Acting in this way can strain the social bonds that do exist and can leave people feeling like they don’t belong or have meaningful connections.

Economic inequality is also made much worse by individualism under neoliberalism. With a smaller government and lower regulations, there is less money available for social democratic programs. For people who are disenfranchised or fall on hard times, this only widens the gap between the haves and the have-nots. It creates a feedback loop where those with money are able to use that money to further their own interests, through lobbying, investing and more. This mobility is not available for lower classes of people. People who own the means of production have a lot of power over those who have to work.

Oh, by the way, this stuff also affects the environment. As neoliberal profit incentives extract and pollute more than they can return and sequester, people, acting in their (or their venture’s) individual self-interest in the short-term screws over our beautiful planet in the long term. This is how we get into overconsumption (I mean, why does EVERYONE need to own a car??).

Neoliberalism’s encouragement of hierarchy also ties strongly into individualism. In order to uphold the type of society that it proposes, there has to be a rigid pyramidal system. The competitive nature of this brand of individualism will lead to winners and losers, which brings with it a hierarchy around what people believe they deserve. This type of thing perpetrates social hierarchies based on things like race, gender, class, ability, and other identities. When small minorities hold lots of control over industry, different social hierarchies intersect and make extremely difficult living situations for those at or near the bottom.

All of these things orbit around one idea: privatization. By making certain functions of society private, even those which should be available to everyone, like healthcare and education, even our services become individualized. Profit-driven companies for public good services mix about as well as oil and water. This profit focus leads to worse outcomes for the communities, customers, and clients being served. This also reinforces hierarchy; people who can afford more things get a better experience.

Honestly, I’m not sure who thought building an entire society on this individualistic, hierarchical model was a good idea. It leads to a small group of people having ridiculous amounts of power over others and resources. As those people consolidate power, the greater populace is left with fewer and fewer scraps. The only thing this can do is exacerbate socioeconomic problems.

[emcandon]

the ballad of fancy uncle chucklefuck pt. 6

(previously on fancy uncle chucklefuck: 1, 2, 3 (look at the reblog for the update), 4, 5)

a long one! so this time, a cut!

GUESS WHO HAD A BAD TIME THIS WEEK HAHAHAHAHA

my plans to have fancy uncle chucklefuck idly making breakfast for the recently re-traumatized (BY HIS GOD) party were thwarted bc he instead woke up to being physically threatened by another, different god

bc lol the party weren't the only ones his god had pissed off -- an old god of the land itself had come to menace this sad old dandy and make its complaints Known

old god was understandably pretty upset that yet another power was throwing its weight around in barovia -- and even worse, possibly making itself available to strahd?? you idiot!! you asshole!! what's wrong with you!!

sidebar: feral hagdaughter tried to wallop the old god MULTIPLE TIMES bc it was the sensible thing to do! something seem dangerous? whack it until it goes away! DUH.

anyway btwn the old god's ire + the rest of the party's comments about "worst night of our lives" and "truly fucked nightmare" and the like, fancy uncle chucklefuck started to piece together that his god had maybe FUCKED AROUND only to leave him to be the one to find out! come on!! ¯\_(ಠ_ಠ)_/¯

anyway he went from protesting that he didn't really know anything to, well, protesting that he didn't really know anything, but with more detail.

you know, like admitting this power is something he recognizes but could never have expected to wield bc he doesn't even go here. (in terms of both being not of the royal bloodline, also not even technically from the kingdom, so like ¯\_(ಠ_ಠ)_/¯ !!!)

but also in terms of how, well, the power doesn't look like he remembers it looking. he's used it to make light and to heal -- and he only ever saw it used for violence, or to change the course of a mind.

which, to be fair, it has very obviously been fucking around in everyone's brains so ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

tl;dr it's new, he doesn't like it, he's never seen the god -- or whatever it is -- do anything for anyone that wasn't directly harmful, and the only time it ever saw fit to talk to him! it gave him a migraine! so like! ¯\_(ಠ_ಠ)_/¯

but the worst part was arguably when the old god made some comment about how this god loves him.

uh oh

oh no

why

tangentially, uncle chucklefuck asked Seasonal Affective Disorder: the Warlock a thing he'd been meaning to ask her ever since she said something about how there are "different kinds of dead"

namely whether it's possible for the soul--the self--to be carved out of a body, only for the body to still be breathing

(which was probably the most intense rush of emotion i'd felt at the table thus far bc holy shit not the time he wanted to ask that, if he ever even actually wanted to)

turns out this question hit HER in a terrible and unexpected way, but tl;dr the horrible answer is "YUP"

anyway that was around the point the old god decided it was satisfied -- which it articulated by suggesting they all go walk into a lake so as to not bring any more problems down upon its people or its land. buh-bye!

to which the dragonborn herbo was like "actually that sounds great, byyyyeeeee" and promptly exited stage left

the dour divine bard and SAD: the Warlock went to go talk her through her stress/ongoing powerful aversion to God Shit

which was DARLING esp bc the dour divine bard proved far more emotionally deft and gentle than they had yet dared to be!

but THEN the dragonborn herbo was like "THAT. CHUCKLEFUCK. TOLD ME NOT TO BE VULNERABLE. AND THEN WENT AND EXPOSED HIS ENTIRE FUCKING RIBCAGE TO US." (see 3)

here pictured: me, offscreen, wailing with laughter

SAD: the Warlock's answer to this was along the lines of "to be fair, uncle chucklefuck's probably going through it, and i suspect that awful god is too -- but ALSO, if they touch our brains again, i will kill him :)"

which made the dragonborn herbo feel better so we're all good now! we're fine! we're great! it's chill!

meanwhile fancy uncle chucklefuck had offered to make food for the group before answering any questions they wanted answered and feral hagdaughter was Extremely Interested in breakfast.

which was the most sensible thing that happened all morning and made him finally confess she's his favorite.

while they tended to that, a very distressed farmer's wife politely asked the utena butch bard whether the party planned.....to stay....any longer..... and desperately pretended the farmhouse was SO haunted by the most OBNOXIOUS ghosts so they would probably be MUCH happier if they just CONTINUED ON DOWN THE ROAD...

breakfast ended up remarkably chill all things given. dragonborn herbo (NEEDLESSLY!!!) apologizing for her "outburst" and committing to sticking with the group -- and making clear she keeps her fucking promises.

followed by fancy uncle chucklefuck cautiously offering to part ways with the group bc lol! didn't expect to be contagious! sorry! haha! fuck!

tho he was also talked out of this by the double-punch salvo of 1) we've already caught the contagion and distance probably won't help, 2) strahd has already proved Interested in your god and none of us really want him to get it, so!

ultimately we hit the road again with fancy uncle chucklefuck having changed into the farmer's spare clothes bc 1) god he's tired of putting on fancy face, 2) when he runs out of money, the fancy clothes will also be good for bartering.

and we left off on debating how best to deal with hags who have the bones that we want, with the conclusion that we definitely should not bargain with them, probably could not kill them, and therefore ought to steal from them -- so uncle chucklefuck has a new mission! which is teaching these whippersnappers how to do CRIME.

relatedly, two of the party members who are decidedly not actually whippersnappers due to various circumstances (dour divine bard + SAD: the Warlock) had a sidebar where they were like "hey i maybe Get you in a weird way. anyway are you also feeling 'i just met this dragonborn herbo but if anything happened to her i would kill everyone in this room and then myself?' yes? awesome. good talk."

great and functional party with tremendously admirable coping mechanisms you got there. would be a shame if they were to trauma-bond or something.

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 10

Happy post-holidays, everyone! Here's another chapter of these two gays and their daughter to celebrate the new year! Full chapter under the cut as always :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Jack had finished placing the last dirty dish in the sink for dealing with later.

“We should probably head out soon,” he declared to the drawing aubergines at the cleared table.

“Ugh, fine,” Dave sighed, putting his pencil down in dismay. Pruny didn’t take the hint as she continued doodling unbothered.

“So, what’s our grand plan for today, then?”

“Huh? I dunno, show up?”

“I meant your ‘Aubergine’s handy dandy three-step plan’ or whatever you called it?”

“Oh that!” he finally recalled. “...Yeah I don’t remember.”

“What do you mean you ‘don’t remember’?”

“I dunno, with Pruny showin’ up and all, things kinda got sidetracked. We can probably save the plan for next time, eh?”

“What, so we just show up and… do our job then?”

“...I guess?”

“Well that’s unexpectedly anticlimactic…” Jack quietly admitted to himself. Though he couldn’t decide if he was relieved or disappointed. Honestly, it was probably both. Still, this was quite out of character for the Dave he’d come to know up to this point.

“C’mon, Prune, time to go.” Dave lightly nudged her arm, finally getting her attention as she quickly gathered that the time for drawing was sadly over.

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The colorful cast exited the car, stepping foot onto the Fazbender’s parking lot as they headed for another accursed day shift at Freddy’s.

“Well hey! Look Pruny!” Dave exclaimed, suddenly kneeling down to her level and pointing.

“There’s the dumpster where we first met! Now ain’t that just nostalgic! …Gosh, it feels like so long ago with how much’s happened, but it hasn’t even been a whole day yet!”

*sigh*

Pruny didn’t quite read much of what Dave had rambled about, so she hoped they weren’t expecting any sort of special reaction about the dumpster Dave had just pointed to for… some reason? Jack seemed to ignore the matter altogether, so it was probably not important.

Weird as this Fazbender's place was, though, she was content to be back. She often hung around this building but never had the nerve to actually go inside and see it for herself until they’d (forcefully) taken her in. It didn’t live up to her every dream, but it was still exciting to her nonetheless. She’d never really been inside any fun place for kids like most kids had been, so it was nice to finally have her turn.

Jack and Dave pushed open the heavy doors into the pocket dimension of hell at which they worked. To where its phone-headed arbiter “happened” to be waiting for them.

“Yo, Scott. How’s ev—”

“I may just be stressed to the point of paranoia,” Scott harshly interrupted, “but I really don’t find it a good sign that you’re arriving with Dave now considering his… reputation.”

“Love ya too, Phoney—”

“—Yeah, well, that’s only because someone left his kid behind with me—”

“And you brought her BACK here!? Why would you do that!?”

“It’s… bring-your-child-to-work day again…?” Dave weakly attempted.

“Yeah no, uhm… there’s a whole… situation.” Jack resisted the urge to rub his temples while recalling all of last night’s and this morning’s headaches.

“C’mon, Phoney, just admit it! This place is a glorified daycare and you know it!”

“—Okay, whatever! I don’t care!” he finally snapped out of sheer resigned stress. “I have much more concerning problems than your ‘parenting style’ to worry about right now! If you don’t somehow already know, four children have gone missing yesterday, and so far things are looking to shape up into yet another Freddy’s threatening scandal that I have to deal with!”

“Oh, well, that’s not so bad! It coulda been five kiddins!”

“No, no, it’s very bad actually! And if I don’t… no no, I’m not gonna think about that right now…”

Scott wandered away, hands practically attached to where his temples would be.

...but then heel-turned back around to add:

“Now go make yourselves useful for once, before I make this your problem too! Go on, get! Saferoom! Now! And don’t you even dare mention a word of this to anyone!”

He then promptly marched off toward a group of children who were all encouraging each other to climb on top of the animatronics on stage.

“Sheesh Louise, he sure woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“No kidding. I suppose that’s what happens to a guy who has to single-handedly save a sinking ship from a child murder scandal. Must suck to be him right now,” Jack shallowly sympathized as if they didn’t have a direct hand in Phoney’s current situation.

“Alright kid, you’re free to do whatever the hell you want while— …Prune?”

But she was already long gone from sight.

“Oh. Well, she really takes after me, huh?” said Dave rather proudly.

“...Sure.”

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The three men had been talking for a while with no sign of wrapping up anytime soon, so Pruny took it upon herself to wander around like kids are supposed to do here… right? Those guys worked here, so they’d be too busy to watch her all day anyway.

As she continued wading through the large, crowded dining space to the other side, she recalled that there was that gigantic present box next to the Prize Corner that had her curious from yesterday. Of course, that creepy guy was still there smiling blankly behind the counter, but she figured that she could easily sneak from the other side without him noticing pretty easily for closer inspection.

Approaching the box, Pruny hugged up against it to get a sense for how big it truly was. And in doing so, she felt some sort of plucking vibrations reverberating through it, kinda similar to clock ticking, but definitely different; this thing apparently seems to play some sort of music or sound, she gathered. That only piqued her curiosity even further.

So she naturally opened up its giant lid.

And then it slowly, grandly emerged from the box, rising to its feet as it began to tower over her.

And it then looked down at her with its rather haunting clownish mask face.

She naturally stepped back, partially out of natural fear but also to behold it better at a distance, but her fascinated stare at it remained unbroken.

The puppet’s head tilted.

And then the question crossed her mind, whether this thing also had a robotic voice or not, because to her frustration, it seemed like all the robots here had some sort of voice, even the strange Phone Guy, but obviously no moving lips to read. Although, she could sometimes detect the faintest sound of muffled voices from them, yet she heard nothing of the sort from this ominous… thing.

She didn’t know if she preferred its eerie silence or not.

And then it stepped out of the box. And then it extended a creepy hand out to her.

She carefully considered her options. Was this safe? What did it want with her?

…

She decided to take its hand.

(Chapter 11)->

[that-darn-clown]

thought about Claire in the Rewrite...haunts the fucking narrative if you think about it (she was effectively the first domino of William's downward mental spiral, and while Elizabeth's death was the death that started the chain of events in the Rewrite, you could technically count Claire's death as being the catalyst for all of this).

like. she and William met in college, just a week after William realized he was bi. Claire herself, though she didn't know it, was aro, but wanted a relationship because A) she wants kids (like genuinely), and B), she believes it's what's expected of her. she's also, unknowingly, transmasc. which technically makes her a gay aro trans guy, but she never got a chance to really...realize that. she always felt this odd envy of Henry. she was one of the first few people to find out, after all. but she never understood why.

(insert the "gee, Rewrite!Will, why does Dandy let you have two (technical) transmasc love interests?" meme here)

(also, isn't it interesting how the animatronic William made to represent her was an ambiguously gendered, but more masc-leaning, fox that was a comedian? a dream of hers? a career that she was practically barred from chasing?)

this isn't to say she didn't love William, not at all. just not...romantically. she viewed it as just being legally bound to a friend (as well as a way to be a mother. because William was also very interested in having children).

she also eventually believed that, in a sense, they were in a Lavender Marriage. mostly because Will was not at all being subtle that he was still in love with Henry. like not even remotely. (fun fact for you: neither Claire nor Annabeth were mad about this, surprisingly! Claire due to the fact that, as mentioned before, she viewed Will as a friend more than anything else, so she didn't really feel like she was being cheated on or anything. Annabeth was more because A) she's a lesbian and so she was never attracted to Henry like that in the first place, even if she didn't realize it until later, and B) she was more upset that Henry was that oblivious. like. Henry. he's asking y'all to discreetly ship your fursonas together, and his fursona's just basically him...just to name one of the biggest things here)

and so things are going well. business is booming at Fredbear's, and Claire gives birth to four beautiful children: Alexander, Michael (named Michel at the time), Evan, and Elizabeth. it looks like things are only looking up for the Aftons.

then Claire gets pregnant with Cassidy.

at first, everything seems fine. she gets morning sickness, they find out they're having a fifth child...why wouldn't they get excited?

but then she starts getting weaker. something that hasn't happened since she got pregnant with Alex. but even then...it had turned out to be nothing. she had gotten over it after Alex was born. so, that's what she and William assume it is. when doctors express concern over it, she brushes them off. she was fine last time, why wouldn't she be fine now?

then it starts getting worse over the next few months. the doctors deliver the bad news: it's not good. they've pretty much passed the point where they can help her in a way that would allow both Claire and her son to live. there's a high likelihood that if she carries Cassidy til the end of the pregnancy...she likely won't live to watch him grow up.

but there's...a small problem. Claire had been raised to believe that if a woman got pregnant, she had to carry that baby until it either died naturally or was born. and even though she knows, logically, that Will likely wouldn't judge her or anything if they had to terminate the pregnancy to save her life, that belief that she'd be fucking horrible for even so much as considering this is deeply ingrained in her. so she decides that she'll see this through. if she makes it through, then she'll make it. if she dies, she dies.

she doesn't say a word to William about what the doctor said. she keeps getting weaker and weaker, enough so that William's family points it out on (what would become) their last visit.

and then Cassidy is born. the next day and a half is rough.

then it happens. William takes Mike to see his baby brother. Evan and Liz are staying with Henry and his family, waiting for their family to get home from the hospital. Alex stays by his mother's side the whole time. he was always a Mama's Boy.

his mother, dying, tells him that she loves him and that she's proud of him, and to look after his siblings. William is alerted of the fact that his wife is dying, and he rushes back to the room. he gives her a kiss on the head, and she tells him, too that she loves him.

Claire takes his hand and kisses it, telling him one final thing:

"Look after the kids for me, will you?"

and that was it. she passed on.

(and William took her final request a tad bit too seriously)

Bonus Scene for you, bestie:

Claire, in the afterlife: Oh, Charlie! Everyone's been telling me about Cassidy and Will...where are they? I'm a bit surprised I haven't seen them yet...are they lagging behind a bit?

Charlie:

Charlie: Dad, I think I'll let you handle this one-

Screaming crying and throwing up in the club at this. Rip Claire you would've loved hrt

[msfbgraves]

Knights and Pawns…this world the story takes place in comes off as highly…”sexualized” for lack of better word. There’s something very primal/a barely restrained primal nature with regards to the social dynamics. Especially, or mainly, between Alphas and Omegas.

Alphas seem to just restrain themselves from jumping an Omega’s bones. There’s a sense of sensual danger and dominance and submission in many an interaction. A feel of ownership and claiming—those bite marks themselves come off as the physical sign of this sexy ambiance. A social and acceptable and very public hierarchy of Doms and subs.

Omegas themselves are like hypersexulized beautiful little nymphs from a Nabakov wet dream who turn Alphas from horny functioning people into rapist salivating wolves with their mere presence, a glance of their eyes. Their scent. Sex seems to be lurking (simmering?) just under the surface of ever interaction between Alpha and Omega, and perhaps Alpha and others, if the mood is right.

This society loves babies, and children, and perhaps the making of them even more. Alphas like Terry seem obsessed with breeding their mates back to back. Show them off, yes, this is what I did to my pretty Danny. Alphas in general seem to have this possessive and obsessive nature towards their mates—especially Omegas—while Omegas themselves are so coy and flirtatious without even trying. The definition of “she said no, that really means she wants it”.

No matter how brazen or brave an Omega is, even Daniel, they appear to turn into jelly once an Alpha gets their hands on them. It’s like a 1950s housewife pennynovel fantasy brought to life. It’s dangerously hot, but also a little dark. Or a lot, depending. But yeah. The whole setting is very sensual and passionate. Sultry even in suburbia.

I really enjoyed this analysis and I thank you for it. I have no problem with sultry suburbia at all, I'm just curious, Nonnie - are you perhaps a little annoyed by this fantasy I built? Goodness knows, I am often foaming at the mouth at The Karate Kid III and Cobra Kai, so I know that this feeling doesn't keep people from enjoying something and thinking about it and sharing those thoughts. And maybe I'm not even right in how interpret what you've written.

I can only say it's not a manifesto. I'm not advocating for how people ought to live. I simply like Putting Them In Situations and writing about all kinds of gender and sexism and fear issues and thinking that it might feel very safe having a Big and Strong person around until that person and you do not see eye to eye, and I also like writing about manipulating in relationships, which, and that's what patriarchy always omits, usually comes from not being able to say no to such a person. But you know, flirting with machos is also quite funny at times. And I wanted a world in which Daniel LaRusso is allowed to get pegged and spend his time hugging people and making food and maybe dance or play a bit of music because that is all that character really wants, leave him alone! And power dynamics, if they float your boat, are very sexy but you can't tell people that in our world, because you might as well say you support global warming. And yet it's something more people enjoy but don't ever admit, so they put it in all kinds of places in media they would never put convential romantic storylines and that just irks me. Teenage me did not put on Buffy the Vampire Slayer to contemplate two forty something men being somehow very kinky in a high school library in broad daylight. I did not watch the karate kid III expecting to ship Daniel LaRusso with Terry Silver. So if these things are a bit opener in omegaverse - and I know I'm certainly not the only one writing these things, going by Ao3 - that's a relief to me. Because sometimes I do put on Jane Eyre or Miss Julie to watch people playing sexy power games and that's all fine and dandy when you're in the mood, but most of the time you're like, watching, say, X Men Apocalypse and thinking: "Why is this in there. Why is a purple monster making bedroom eyes at Charles Xavier. I mean, I'll take it, but honestly, this hardly seems the place!"

[essayofthoughts]

👀

So like. I don't know if I'd ever write the Syldor Isn't A Dick AU even though I've got several pages of notes at this point but I think it would be really interesting? A world where the twins were raised by a father who loved them and who may well have remained in contact with their mother, who stayed longer in Syngorn because even if their classmates were awful they had support and care. A world where they were told when their mother died, and mourned her, and had support in mourning her.

It'd drastically change who the twins are as people, not in a "whole new person" way, but very much a "Turning a stone in the light" way. Without the negative pressures of Syldor they'd still be affected by Syngorn, but it likely wouldn't be as severe. They'd have a solid grounding in themselves and be more confident. Hells, Syldor might have told them that Syngorn could go to the Feywild!

I do still see them leaving - after all, Syldor isn't a dick, but that doesn't mean that Syngorn is all fine and dandy. I imagine there's still a lot of social pressure, it's just that Syldor's home, and perhaps even travelling with Syldor for work (which might enable Vex to still get Trinket) become a haven from that. But, say, when Syldor is considering marriage to Devana, there would absolutely be elves commenting on him finally making a good marriage and perhaps producing some proper children - and I think that might prompt the twins to leave. Sick of dealing with that, sick of their father having to shield them and support them despite that, knowing that it hurts their father to see those things said about them - so they remove themselves from it all.

But they'd be much better prepared - better trained, better established, better connected. I think it'd drastically change how they meet the others, and things like interactions with Percy - Vax would probably still hate Percy for his posh airs, at least until Percy proves trustworthy, but also like... Vex wouldn't need his affirmation so much? As I've said before I think Percy and Vex's friendship would end up much more rooted in shared interests and personal connection and jokes, because Percy's support wouldn't be as overwhelmingly significant as in canon - it'd still mean plenty and mark him as good and trustworthy to Vex, but when she's had support and affirmation as she didn't in canon, I think it'd be less of a huge deal to her.

But anyway. Yeah. I think a world where Syldor isn't a dick has a lot of potential.

The problem is that

1. I have no idea what I'd write for it and,

2. Uh... a huge quantity of fandom is set very firmly on "Syldor is only and completely a dick"?

And I get it, he's a shitty dad, but it is also a case of ideas he had ingrained in him from his culture, of having to face consequences he wasn't expecting - and he canonically does get better! He and Vex do reconcile! (Probably as a result of other consequences he wasn't expecting - he knew he'd outlive the twins, but I imagine he thought he'd have more time to perhaps reconcile with Vax.)

But a huge amount of fandom would probably, if anything, backlash to this idea, because they want Syldor to be awful. They want that clear delineation. They don't want the idea that he could even reconcile with Vex and try to redeem himself as he does in canon, so I struggle to think they'd be happy with an AU where Syldor is Doing His Best. Not always succeeding - but trying. Probably still a bit stiff and awkward and elvish, but who loves the twins nonetheless and wants them to be and do well.

That's messy. And for all the many good things fandom is, it is often very childish when it comes to dealing with genuinely complicated, messy relationships.

Send me a “👀” and I’ll ramble about an au I have but don’t know if I’ll ever get to writing it

[sangriaking]

WAY TOO MUCH BULLSHIT HAS BEEN HAPPENING LATELY, and frankly, Joseph is sick of it.

There was that strange run in with Straizo a few months back, there was saving uncle Speedwagon from that weird, shady organization -- there was trying to shake off that annoying reporter who kept trailing him everywhere ( SERIOUSLY, HOW DOES SHE PULL THAT OFF? ), maintaining a facade that everything was fine and dandy around Erina and now Smokey's been pulled into the mess too -- man, it was just so much! And this wasn't even accounting for all the trauma he's been forced to bear witness to.

He saw.. SO. MANY. DEAD. BODIES. In such a short span. He even had to chop the leg of a person off! Nightmares have been regularly plaguing him since, and with less sleep comes a more cranky and on edge JoJo. With how far down he tried to shove everything, though, it was clear that he was gonna set the negative emotions as far as he could aside, and try to not think about them. If he didn't think, then he wouldn't blow up about it -- but it's certainly a flawed way of going about things.

Why?

Well. You see. The Thing™ about Joseph Joestar is that when he decides to shove his emotions away, and not address them -- well, he always, always inevitably ends up exploding. If not in the moment, then certainly later on-- when the little things keep mounting pressure and building up, until everything in him EXPLODES with a burning ( but VERY short-lived ) rage.

Unfortunately for the young Joestar ... Today, he's about to reach his current limit. After being shunted off to Italy to learn more about the Pillarmen, because Speedwagon 'knew a chap that could help' or something, but when they'd gotten to the hotel in the heart of Rome, well.. Speedwagon had some matters to attend to, and Joseph had been left alone for much of the day. He hadn't initially done much -- reading comics, mostly, until around noon hit. Though he was jet-lagged to hell and back, he'd decided it'd probably be good to get some breakfast or lunch or whatever a meal would be considered by this hour.

There's... a really, really big problem though.

Joseph is alone, in an Italian hotel, where little if any staff speak English. The menus are all in a language he can't even read, so he doesn't even know most of what he's looking at. The waiter seems to be trying to ask him what he'd like to start with, but because he understands nothing, well -- there's an ever-growing tense expression on his face. An overwhelming sensation starts to take over his mind, barely able to think with how frustrated he feels. The only thing he can think to do is try to ask for a moment to decide, since he can't make out most of the menu...

❝Uhhhhh...... Un....... uuh, how's it -- Un momento?❞ he asks, pronunciation very off. The waiter raises his eyebrow in a judging manner before nodding, saying another something he can't understand -- and right back he goes to fussing over what the hell he could possibly order from the menu that he can't read. The only option that looks like it might be safe is one that has spaghetti in the name, which -- yeah, ok, THAT he at least recognizes. But he isn't sure what the rest of it means ( al nero di seppia??? ), and he isn't so sure he's ready to try something new today.

.. Still, as he reads over the menu, reading and rereading and desperately trying to make sense of what he's looking at, it's pretty clear to any onlookers with eyes that he's getting increasingly frustrated. He has a pretty scrunched up, agitated look to him, only barely hidden by the hand that grips his hair -- which itself is beginning to stand on it's end, and even spark with Hamon just as his teeth do, soft hair going rigid in the process.

Someone should probably help soon, or he's bound to explode..

@caestusvulpes // PLOTTED

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #55

I have been working on something all day today. Because the thing I ordered yesterday arrived today! Behold!!

So you remember that bowl that my klutzy ass shattered yesterday? Well guess what:

The pictures do NOT do it any justice. This thing is SPARKLY!! 🤩

It's not quite finished yet. Again, I am dyspraxic; this is going to take me a while. My hands are clumsy as hell because the idea of my body moving exactly in the way I intend is a distant fantasy for me; being dyspraxic fucking SUCKS. And I'm REALLY SUPER MEGA GLAD that you don't gotta deal with it. Clinical clumsiness is really not a fun time. For ANYONE involved. But whatever! I make it work!!

So the kit comes with this stuff:

You've got paper dishes with black gloves crunched up inside. You're supposed to use gloves because uncured epoxy is supposedly poisonous, but I didn't use the gloves because I can't afford to lose any more points in DEX, and when my fingertips are covered, my DEX score (which is already very low) gets set to -50.

Underneath are two containers of "gold dust" (it's really just extremely fine sparkly gold glitter, but still!). Then you've got the tube of food-grade epoxy (it's made of cashews, I guess? but it smells vaguely like shrimp).

I wasn't able to get you too terribly many pictures of the process, because this stuff sets FAST, holy cow! But I can give you a rundown of the steps:

First, you squirt an amount of the epoxy into one of the paper dishes. Then you add "an appropriate amount" (verbatim from the instructions) of the gold dust to the epoxy and stir it around with the wooden sticks provided. Then you use the stick to glorp the epoxy onto the edges of one of the pieces you're joining. Then you press the pieces together, and wait for a short time, and be VERY careful not to touch the epoxy until it stops being tacky, because the stuff has the stickiness and consistency of partially-melted caramel, and it WILL prioritize sticking to your skin over sticking to the ceramic (go on, ask me how I know! haha!). Keep doing that until all the pieces are joined together. Then you use the handy-dandy... chisel... knife... thing...??? to scrape off any excess epoxy. It looks like this:

...Or uh. That's what it looked like towards the end of doing this, anyway. I've been at this for... 6 or 7 hours now? But still, it's VERY sharp (again, ask me how I know!), and very good at scraping excess epoxy off of ceramic.

Though I didn't get many pictures of mixing the epoxy, or of the pieces after the epoxy was applied to the edges, I did snag a few images while taking quick breaks:

Anyway. Ideally, for a non-dyspraxic person, this process is simple enough. But that is not my lot in life, so... 6 or 7 hours, several sliced-open fingers, epoxy spills and glitter spills on my hands (and in my fresh cuts, fun fun... knowing my luck, I'm gonna have gold-colored scabs until those mend, good grief...), too many instances of accidentally touching still-tacky epoxy while trying to put another piece on, and needing to thus reapply the previous piece, and various spills all over my pants and all over the table I was working on later, I'm....!!!! ...still not finished. 😖

It's together, but I gotta go over each crack one more time with the epoxy goop; Not all of the cracks are thoroughly covered, so I'm still seeing spots where water can get in between things and cause problems. It's not because the kit is bad; the kit is very good! But rather, it's because this is my first time doing something like this, and my hands are clumsy even for things that I do well.

I'm maybe a little cranky about it at the moment because throughout this I mostly forgot to eat and drink (although we did get pork soup dumplings and some other stuff, which prompted me to eat, and that was good!); hyperfocus is a thing, and the time zooms by and I have no idea what happened (what even IS time, anyway? why do we have it? why does it gotta be linear? who decided that this was a good idea? seriously, what the fuck).

But I still had a lot of fun with it, even though my fingers are now ouchy from many accidents with the sharp implement and I've probably accidentally inhaled enough gold dust that my snots are probably gonna be gold-colored every time I blow my nose for the next week. You can bet your bottom that I'm gonna be back at it tomorrow. And then after that, it'll need 48 hours for the epoxy to fully cure and set. After that, though, the bowl will be better and more beautiful than before! It will be a wonderful vessel for that pumpkin soup! Just you wait!

Hey, Sephiroth!!! You go around acting like you're some kinda weird abomination and thinking that a normal life is out of reach for you because of it. And I don't agree with that!!! Not even a teeny tiny little bit!!! You are a "monster" in the same way that I am "furniture"! Which is to say, NOT AT ALL. And I know that this probably seems unrelated to the bowl right now, but I promise you it's not! Just listen:

Even if you were a monster, you can still do normal human things if you want to!! You can do them just because you decided it!! Sure some people might look down on you because of how you were born, but that's because they're insecure and judgmental, and you don't have to listen to those ones! There aren't gonna be any "monster police" coming to get you just because you're deciding to grow a garden at your house, or just because you decide to cook yourself a meal, or just because you're sitting on a sofa on a rainy day with a warm, fuzzy blanket, enjoying a hot mug of tea! And even if there were "monster police" who would be foolish enough to try to disturb your peace, you can just summon up some of that "I'd like to see them try" type of attitude you showed us before and send them a-runnin' with their tails between their legs! You are allowed to not give any fucks towards any arbitrary social rule that says you're unlovable or that you're not allowed to enjoy your life because of how you were born, the way you were raised, the horrors you've endured, the mistakes you've made, or whatever challenges you live with as a result of it all! You are not a lost cause! You are not broken beyond repair!

Sephiroth, I was a viciously abused autistic/ADHD child that absolutely no one wanted to have around. I know what it is to feel subhuman! I know what it is to feel out of place! I know what it means to be raised with the idea that, "if I'm not perfect or if I don't do what they want, I'm going to be considered unlovable and everyone is going to hurt me." And I have hurt people in the past who did not deserve it, too.

But you know what? Here I sit in my silly little house with my silly little things, awkwardly putting back together a pretty bowl that my clumsiness destroyed. I am putting it back together despite the difficulties that being AuDHD/dyspraxic presents. I am putting it back together even though my traumatized brain absolutely refuses to give me even a moment's peace, as all my instincts scream at me that the end result is gonna suck because I'm the one doing it, that the bowl is a lost cause, that I should be doing something "more productive" with my time, and that I'm a bad person for the fact that I'm making a mess in the process, and a bad person for the fact that I struggle with things like these to begin with.

But, my limitations and old conditioning that I'm trying to overcome aside, one fact remains: this bowl is going to be BEAUTIFUL when it's done, regardless of how loudly my brain tries to tell me that it's gonna be ugly because it was shattered in the first place, or that it's gonna be ugly simply because it's MY hands trying to fix it.

I've been told my whole life that no one's gonna love me because I don't think or act like most other people. But I'm sitting here with people who absolutely adore me, not despite the fact that I'm weird and abnormal as hell, but BECAUSE I'm weird and abnormal as hell! I'm considered "other" and "monstrous" and "socially unacceptable" by many, just for freaking existing. And here the fuck I am, DOING NORMAL HUMAN THINGS ANYWAY.

Because here's the thing, Sephiroth: only I get to decide whether or not I am allowed to have a normal. Other people are gonna try to tell me that the nature of my existence means that I don't deserve a normal, or that I'll never have a normal, no matter how hard I try. But I don't gotta listen to those people! Because a clumsy, awkward normal is STILL a normal! Just like the bowl, it doesn't have to be perfect to be worthwhile! There is strength in imperfection! There is beauty in imperfection!

All of this can be true for you as well! You are a human being! And even if you weren't a human being, SO FREAKING WHAT? You're still a person! And as a person, you don't gotta listen if broader society tells you that you're not allowed to have a normal for whatever stupid fucking reason. So just be you. Be the you who laughs and cries and reaches for your locket when you're troubled. Be the you who says what you're thinking and feeling. Be the you who does not stifle his emotions. Be the you who asks for help when those emotions threaten to consume you. People who benefit from keeping your self-esteem low and from encouraging you to dehumanize yourself will tell you that things such as those are weaknesses, but they're not; rather, they're the source of any human being's natural strength.

So, like any human, be like a glorious stained glass window. Be like a beautiful bowl that was pieced back together with intentionality and love. Be like any shattered thing that was put back together. And then go on to put other shattered things back together, even if you do it clumsily. Because shattered things that were repaired are some of the most beautiful things in this world you'll ever find.

If you only knew just how much courage it takes me every day to write to you. If only you knew how much resolve it takes to do the work of putting the shattered pieces of my own voice back together, after years of being silenced and being told who I'm supposed to be by people who didn't have my best interests at heart. If only you knew how much strength it takes, after decades of abuse and decades of being taught that my "stupid, weak-ass thoughts and feelings don't fucking matter to anyone", and decades of being taught that nothing I say or do makes any difference anywhere, to put my still-awkward voice in spaces where I know I'm gonna get hurt or ignored.

If you knew, then maybe you'd understand why I write about repairing broken things as though it is the most important thing there is. If you knew, then maybe you'd understand why I hold out my hand to you and call you so fervently to get up off your knees and do this work upon yourself; the darkness doesn't suit you, and there are plenty of people around who would help you. I'm such a one.

I don't know if it's hard for you to understand. So instead I'll show you that shattered bowls can still hold soup. Just you watch. Please stay safe until I get to show you. Please remember that you are loved; otherwise I wouldn't be trying so hard every day to reach you.

I'm going to write to you again tomorrow, with the same shaky, awkward voice with which I've been writing to you so far. Because it doesn't have to be perfect to be worthwhile; shattered minds, hearts, and voices can still hold goodwill, compassion, and love.

Your friend, Lumine

[marvelobsessed134]

A rant about a horrible movie I just watched I stopped midway cause I couldn’t finish it it was so bad😍

So literally like 20 minutes ago I wanted to see this movie I saw on HBO Max called Rock Of Ages. The description read that it was a story about a girl falling in love with an aspiring 80s rockstar. Literally up my alley right?

Well anyways I play the movie getting excited. Paradise City plays in the intro so I’m getting hyped. The first scene is where the main character is on a bus on her way to Los Angeles. She’s flipping through her records in her small suitcase. I think everything’s fine and dandy until she starts to sing.

Now I don’t think the actress is a bad singer but I didn’t know it was gonna be a musical. I didn’t want it to be a musical as I’m not a big fan of them. Well anyways I decide to keep going because I think that maybe it will actually be good and will only have a small amount of musical sequences. Nope. She gets out the bus and starts singing AGAIN. Then it cuts to inside this rock club where these rocker boys are dancing around (not on stage btw so another musical sequence) singing Nothin’ But A Good Time by Poison and I will admit I did jam out to it.

There’s this one character who looked like a mix of Douglas Booth’s Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. And clearly they were trying to make him look like Nikki it was so embarrassingly obvious. Anyways I’m like “ok he’s kind of cute” then he speaks with a British accent. I have nothing against British people but it’s so random. And even if the actor is British he could’ve just faked and American accent like how every other British actor does.

So that was disappointing. Anyways the plot goes that the main character is outside the club and this rocker guy talks to her as a way to mug her. Which he gets away with. The love interest-who’s hair is way too short for a ‘rockstar’ of the 80s-takes his sweet ol time trying to help her get her suitcase but it’s too late.

He reveals he’s a bar back and wants to be a rockstar like his (fictional) idol, Stacee Jaxx (played by Tom Cruise funnily enough). Anyways she complains that all her records are gone. He manages to get her a job as a waitress at the club. It then cuts to a scene where they’re both at a record store and it’s kind of sweet how they’re bonding over records and such. Until he starts to sing. Que another musical sequence.

It then cuts to the British Nikki Sixx looking guy I mentioned earlier and the owner of the club who’s this older guy singing and dancing to a completely different song. It then cuts back to the two in the record store singing their song and so on and so forth. Then once the singing and dancing ends (by the way the main love interest picked up a guitar and doesn’t play it the whole musical scene) it cuts to the British Nikki Sixx and the club owner and they’re literally about to kiss. And of course I have no problem with gay relationships I’m literally bisexual that would be hypocritical of me. But it was just so random and weird? Like we knew nothing about these people and now they’re almost about to kiss. I don’t know.

There’s also a scene before all this about a mayor election that has nothing to do with the characters and it’s so random. Like am I supposed to care?

Anyways the almost kiss scene is when I died of cringe and turned it off. Maybe I’ll go back and watch it but I don’t know.

The movie is called Rock Of Ages btw. Came out in 2012 so I guess that might explain some things?

[jcbveteran]

Homeless, I Think Not!

You all need to stop and think, I mean think for yourselves not what you hear or read! Are the homeless veterans a issue, no they are not they are living in a true reality, definitely not societies idea of reality. I will attempt to explain using my own self. I served a combat veteran, came out of the service and went through 157 different positions, fully or better qualified than the majority of people in my field. Finally, I realized that the situation was not me, yes not me, it was society the so called majority of people. They were and still are the problem, they cannot handle the truth, the facts, honesty and candid responses to various issues of everyday life and work situations as such they being the so called majority the combat veteran was the issue not them. So their answer was as always throughout time get rid of the soldier. Put labels on the combat veteran, he has PTSD, they have no idea what that is, means or involves, or label them as difficult, impossible, disruptive or aggressive, whatever they can come up with to justify their ignorance.

Soldiers are always hated, desired and prayed for when the shit hits the fan and they the ignorant majority need someone to help, defend or protect them. After that the hell with the veteran, especially the combat ones that lived, saw and watch the hell they went through day in and day out, but that afterwards has no place in society. So to make these majority incompetents feel good, what do they do, they place yellow ribbons on trees, or on their vehicles, or worse yet they say, “Thank You for your Service” that which they have zero understanding of the hell, the torment, the agony, the memories of all the veteran did, heard or seen. Its really a direct insult to all veterans not a tribute. These are the politically correct responses these folks make only to make themselves feel good definitely not for the benefit of the veteran. So my decision was that society and I were like oil and water, so I went back into the service, feeling that hey what the hell, they created me, ruined my previous life and so they were stuck with me, so they had to deal with what they created. Well, that proved a error as time went by, because the military was no longer the military but turned into a girl scout camp of absurdness, no discipline, no soldiers, worthless training, no respect for authority, fully race driven.

That was all fine and dandy until the useless moron majority of society came up with the idea that women should be in combat, a place they as a whole do not belong period. Or that the Gays. Lesbians etc all belonged in the military. Basically that the military was to accept all these type of folk that could not deal with combat or the issues that involves or least of all military life.

God forbid we should ever go into a war again, we do not have a military entity that could handle a combat situation without running away and crying themselves off the battlefield, basically we are doomed. Our military today has no values, Morales ethics, or capability to handle combat. This is the result of the ill liberal morons in our current government, a government of by and for the politicians, the hell with the People!

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[angstfactory]

Under normal circumstances, Jesse would like to believe he wasn't someone that would run scared. In fact, he often tried to put forward a tough countenance, like he could handle whatever and anything thrown at him, and often ran head-first into problems that he even saw coming. Foolish, reckless, absolutely stupid sometimes... But cowardly? Well, this wasn't a typical situation. This wasn't a typical town. These weren't just typical people. The circumstances were different and now, for the first time, the man experienced a healthy dose of real fear over what he had gotten himself into. Maybe if he had a way to truly do anything about this, to protect himself? Had some kind of control? Jesse would have been able to weather the alarm better and set up some plan of action.

But this? This shit was unprecedented, unchartered waters. And he was just some fucking bug on these people's radars. Jesse was many things, but he didn't have a fucking death wish.

But, this wasn't the first time the man encountered something he shied away from because it was unknown waters. A fact to which he was reminded of when Cassidy's voice cut in between the strikes against metal. Jesse's last swing lost most of its heart halfway through, the tire iron then slipping away to clamor against the engine as he then braced on edges, for a moment to catch his breath. There was no hope to calm the erratic pace of his heart at this point, though-- Cassidy's arrival saw to that alone.

Why the fuck was he even here? And who the fuck did that asshole think he was, showing up on his property? They hadn't spoken in months. Last he heard, Cassidy was too good to even hang around him because he had shit to take care of, right? And Jesse would only get in the way of cleaning up his act, wasn't that what'd been said? That was fine and dandy -- whatever. Think he cared? He didn't care. Cassidy was a prick and a bastard and deserved to get chucked in the bin, too. And yet... It had bothered. It still bothered him. Six months later, and just hearing that asshole's voice galled the hell out of him. That wasn't the problem, though. There was another problem entirely that generated most of that pins and needles kind of feeling, anytime the guy came too close.

Before, this could be hidden behind several drinks and crude humor. Mere jokes and teasing. Innocent enough, until Cassidy would call the bluff. Was he attracted? Like a moth to the flame, for some reason. He didn't need drinks to know that, either. In fact, Jesse had long since confronted the fact that yeah, he was attracted to other men and this prick over here, somehow, happened to be one. That he was bisexual wasn't an issue-- it was the whole how to.. handle it.. that got mucked up in the works. Because there were things he wanted to do and say, but to another guy? How did one go about even doing that? Women were so easy, he knew what to expect there (for the most part) and how to proceed. Most of the wooing and pursuit would be on his shoulders, he would be expected to lead, and he was comfortable with that. But men? Weren't they all like that, too? So how in the hell did they decide who would do what and where and when and how? Jesse wasn't sure he was ready to just -- feet first jump into being someone's prison wallet, alright?

In that moment, though... All their bullshit back and forth came flooding back. Jesse reached to use a greasy rag to try and wipe the blood and grease from dirty fingers and palms. He didn't plan to be here much longer. And who's to say Cassidy hadn't just been fucking with him that whole time, anyway? Jesse had never followed through. For all he knew, the guy could be full of shit. He was in everything else. Jesse's stance shifted anxiously as he peered over at Cassidy, idly rubbing that grimy cloth between individual fingers despite the fact this wasn't any help to make them clean -- there were so many things he could say or do in that moment, each of them just as valid as the next.

"Fuck it." Jesse abandoned the rag in much the same manner he had the tire iron. He strode forth, in a moment of full consciousness and zero inebriation to fall back on, and gripped Cassidy's face none-too-gently so Jesse could smash his lips on his. He was done fucking around.

“Fuck this,” Cassidy murmured to himself about to turn around. Last time they spoke, the witch may have insinuated Jesse was someone holding him down and a piece of shit.  Not exactly words he regretted, the problem with Cassidy was that he often would unleash brutal truths upon people in a frenzy, things he deep down thought about the person.  But, the aftermath tended to be scorched Earth.

After the festivities in Raven’s Peak, there was this tugging on the witch.  Something that kept bothering him, but he kept trying to push down.  Yet, the thought of Jesse kept coming to mind.  And tell you what, it was the most annoying thing in the world.  Why did he even care?  It had been over six months since the two spoke.  Things have changed, Cassidy was finally getting his act together and been clean.

Just as he was about to turn around, there was this nudge.  A drawing towards Jesse’s property that felt out of his control.  Before he knew it, he was standing just outside the place watching Jesse absolutely lose his shit over the truck.

“Wow, have you always been this much of a pussy?”  He questioned as he lifted a brow at the disaster in front of him.