#With the way my thought process goes I'm assuming it's both

[sincerity--extreme]

Sometimes I forget how sneaky trauma can be, how little things can become huge in a blink of an eye, and even though I've been here many times for many reasons, I'm always left completely baffled over how much things, no matter how big or small, can affect people and completely change us, for example, right now I'm thinking of how much I underestimated the simple act of being able to close my bedroom door and just existing by myself with a little bit silence that simply does not exist in this house otherwise, I never really thought of it, I'd always just get up and close my door when I wanted or needed silence, and now I can't do that and it's so incredibly overwhelming I just want to cry and rip my ears out but I'm too exhausted to even make a sound whenever I actually reach that point

[sugurusfavemonkey]

say you'll be my darlin' - kento nanami (2/2)

*image: soshiu_pasu*

valentine's day special summary: kento just made you not only his valentine but also his girlfriend (this is where the pure and unadulterated smut comes in - minors do not interact) part 1/2

Kento's plan had only encompassed providing you with a memorable Valentine's day and, perhaps, building a foundation for a relationship with you in the near future. Yet, somehow, he had gone and gotten himself a girlfriend.

The term felt so juvenile, yet he couldn't care less because he felt young. The knowledge that you were just as enraptured created a bubble of blissful elation Nanami had no intention of bursting.

He had piled up the plates and was in the process of standing up, having just pushed his chair from underneath the table when you sprung up from your seat, startling the poor man.

"The restroom is-" he tried to direct you as you made your way around the table, assuming you wanted to use the toilette, but you hushed Nanami by wedging yourself between him and the table. "Sweetheart?" the way he looked up at you in question nearly had you losing your nerve.

You steeled yourself though, swallowing hard and placing your hands on his shoulders. Kento, for all his puzzlement, opened up his knees to make space for you in between his legs but remained otherwise neutral. The way his jaw clenched and hands flexed on his thighs wasn't lost on you, bless his heart.

"I want to show my appreciation to you. May I?" you spoke quietly into the otherwise silent room.

He wetted his dry lips with his tongue and your eyes immediately dropped to follow the brief gesture before mirroring it while he searched your face with a weighted gaze, "we haven't even had dessert yet."

"I have the dessert I want right here, Kento." You slapped yourself in the back for the quick comeback and the hitch it elicited in Kento's breath.

"I don't want to be disrespectful-"

"You've been a perfect gentleman all night. Hell! All your life, I'd bet," you stopped him before he took the blame for your forwardness. "Tell me I'm moving too fast and I'll stop."

"Isn't that supposed to be my line?" Kento smiled gently up at you. The position you put yourself in rendered both of you vulnerable in different ways and you cherished how he so easily entrusted you with seeing this side of him.

"Hmm…" you shook your head, "consent goes both ways."

"I adore how thoughtful you are, my love."

You're unsure if it's the pet name or the intensity behind his gaze, but a shiver ran down your spine.

"I don't want you to feel pressured into anything. This dinner, the flowers… they don't require any retribution," Kento assured you once more, insistent, but you knew he was merely making sure to give you an out in case that's what you wanted.

"I know that. But I want to," you assured him, hopefully conveying just how much you meant the words with your eyes as well. "Consider it my gift to you. I am your Valentine too after all, am I not?"

You didn't give him a chance to answer before you sat on his lap, each of your legs wrapping around his waist. At first, Kento hesitated, his hands hovering awkwardly until they found your hips and slowly glided up to settle on your waist.

You leaned closer until your breaths mingled together and your head spun dangerously with his aromatic fragrance taking over your senses. Nanami is the one who closed the space between you, eyes falling shut as your lips connected.

It's nothing more than a peck, full of unspoken feelings and repressed longing. The air feels charged with tension, your heart pulsing loudly in your ears, temperature running hot at the sheer brush of his warm lips to yours.

He nudged your nose with his before giving you another peck. And another. And then pressing for a bit longer, more intensely, tilting his head so his lips fit better with yours. You let your hands follow the natural curve of his shoulder, one sliding down his back and the other finding its way into the buzzed hair on the back of his head.

With the first brush of his tongue, you were ruined. You opened up to him like a blooming flower. Your entire body tingled pleasantly as he let himself consume you and you let yourself be consumed. Warm muscle exploring and mapping out your mouth sensually.

Nanami felt as if a dam was breaking as he poured the yearning from every moment he had spent craving you into the kiss, his hands tightening on your waist until you were sure he had left fingerprints on your skin. You pressed yourself even closer, moaning into the kiss when that did nothing to relieve the ache you felt, your teeth briskly clashing together in your haste.

You only separated when the need for air became too much to bear, a string of spit still connecting your lips.

"You have no idea what you do to me." Kento gasped.

"I think I do." You chirped teasingly as you ground yourself down on his lap, feeling a distinct hardness pressing into your covered center.

"Fuck." That night was full of firsts because you're absolutely certain you had never heard Kento cuss before. "Don't do that," he warned you, eyes glinting dangerously.

"Or what?" You challenged with a giggle as you did the exact opposite, pressing yourself down on him once more. Whimpering at the silver of pleasure it gave you, a teaser of what was to come.

Kento almost growled your name, his breath labored, red blossoming from his exposed upper chest and neck. He gave you no indication before he pushed the dirty dishes further up the table and picked you up with ease, laying you on the table in front of him and leaning over your sprawled form, his body slotted between your spread thighs ad he kissed you again with even more fervor.

Or that, you guessed.

His lips drifted down to your jaw and then to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin, all while rutting into you rhythmically. His ministration had you gasping for air, your head lolling back to the table. You whined pitifully when he abruptly detached himself from you.

"Sit up for me, love" He commanded. And you obeyed… How could you not when you had Kento Nanami in between your legs? His fingers held onto the hem of your top, giving it a few impish tugs, "may I?"

You nodded, wordlessly lifting your arms to aid him in removing the offending cloth. His eyes fell to your cleavage and his mouth fell open, pupils taking over until you could barely see his iris. You used his distraction to remove your bra, throwing it aside the same he had done to your top. Kento let out a guttural sound, something feral from deep within as his hands softly caressed your breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he huffed before he leaned down, pushing you back on the table surface with another kiss. You heard the crashing sound of some dish falling to the ground but neither of you paid it any mind, too absorbed in each other. His lips drifted down to your jaw and then to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin, all while rutting into you rhythmically. Kento's ministration had you gasping for air, your head lolling back to the table.

"K-Kento!"

"Yes, love?" you felt his chest vibrating with his low croon against your skin.

"Please," your fingers searched for purchase on the cotton of his shirt fruitlessly, you feared your nails could have even ripped the material in your desperate pursuit.

"What do you need? Tell me." Nanami had his hands on your chest, massaging the skin nimbly.

"Touch me," you were very close to just begging for it.

"Hmm, but I am touching you."

You rolled your eyes in both pleasure in exasperation, unsurprised his matter-of-fact manners came out even then.

"For f-fuck's sake. Don't- ah," he pinched one of your nipples. "Don't make me spell it out, Ken."

"Right here?" He questioned as he squeezed your tit. "Or maybe here?" The palm of one hand pressed to your covered mound as his middle and ring fingers found your clit even through your clothes and pressed down hard. You moaned.

"Yes! Yes, right there! Please!"

"How could I ever deny you when you beg so sweetly?"

His finger moved to your pants, teasing the button as he searched your face for permission. You huffed a breathy "yes", nodding wildly.

With your consent, Kento unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, pulling them down as he let himself fall to his knees in front of you. Right where he belonged, he thought to himself. He removed both of your shoes, hands stopping to massage your heels before your pants were off. Kento held your leg by your ankle, dropping a few kisses to your calf before setting it down and making space between your legs by pushing your thighs apart.

You lifted yourself on your elbows to peer down at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

"I thought I was the one showing my appreciation?"

"What if I want to show my appreciation as well?"

"You already," Kento kissed up the supple skin of your thighs making your voice tremble. "Hmm, you already did. It's my turn."

"Then let me have this. Worshipping you is the greatest pleasure you could bestow me, love."

"Kento! I-" He bit down on your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him the most, "Ah! Fuck! That's n-not fair."

He nuzzled at your pussy through the soaked lace of your flimsy panties, fingers wrapping around each of your legs to keep them open when the sudden touch had you trying to squeeze them together, "did you wear these for me?"

"Just for you, Kento. All for you," you sighed.

"Look at you. So pretty. So wet too," he murmured contently, his eyes locked on the wet patch on your underwear, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin with each word.

Your hand found its way into his hair, nails brushing his scalp when he finally dared to lick a stripe over the thong, a pointer finger sliding it to the side before doing it again.

Kento outwardly moaned when he tasted your slickness on his tongue, "you taste divine, my love. So much better than I imagined."

You wanted to tease him, question how many times he pictured that scenario, just how often he touched himself to the thought of you, but you could only cry out as he slid his tongue through your folds, the tip of his tongue flicking over your clit and your finger tangle in the strands of his hair.

You whimpered at the wet heat of his mouth on you. It felt like he was trying to devour you, pussy first. His tongue alternated between flicking over your clit playfully and running along your folds. It made you moan as you ground your hips upward. His tongue finally relented its attack on your clit., thrusting deeper into your heat. Nanami groaned, loving the feeling as you tugged on his hair to push his face deeper into your cunt. His cock twitched in his pants, precum probably staining through his briefs and pants.

"Fuck, Ken. Feels so good," you panted.

Nanami glanced up to meet your lidded eyes. The sight of your flushed cheeks had him moaning into your pussy, his hips thrusting helplessly in the air at the same time you jerked your hips. He stopped momentarily and snaked an arm up, pointer and middle fingers breaching through your parted lips and pressing down on your tongue, "wet them for me, love."

You clamped your lips around his fingers promptly, sucking in your cheeks as your tongue twirled around them until there was drool spilling from the corner of your mouth.

Kento pecked your lower lips without breaking the eye contact, "such a good girl."

His praise went straight to your cunt, creating even more slick. You could feel a puddle forming on the table underneath you with how wet you were.

His hand slid from your mouth, down your jaw and followed the curve of your neck only to pause briefly to grope your tit and give your nipple a firm tug before continuing on his trajectory down your body, the heel of his palm pressing firmly to your lower stomach just as his lips attached themselves to your cunt again. You kept making small sounds through it all, breath hitching with each of the breaks he took in the path.

Nanami used his wet fingers to rub small circles on your clit, eating you out like a man starved, craving to have your release on his tongue. You started babbling incoherently, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes when the feeling became too much.

For a second you thought you felt him spelling his name on your clit with his digits, but that could also have been something your fuzzy brain came up with.

"I'm s-so close! Ah!" You moan loudly, "gonna cum-"

And then the coil snap, black spots taking over your vision as pleasure explodes inside your veins, thighs shaking and squeezing his head, Kento only groans as he eagerly lapped up your slick. He worked you through your high until you were pushing his head away.

You're a panting mess, laying there on his dinner table as you try to recover and all Kento could think as he stood up was that you looked like a dream.

"Are you alright?" Kento rubbed the outside of your thighs up and down, still slotted in between them.

"Yup. Just- Help me up?"

"Of course!"

He quickly stepped back holding both of your hands firmly so you could anchor yourself as you sat up and then slid to the ground on unsteady legs. You took a deep breath and mumbled a hoarse "thank you". Once you were certain your legs wouldn't fail you, you squeezed his hands, signaling it would be fine to let you go.

Your eyes drifted to the wet patch and the very clear tent on his pants. You couldn't help but feel a new wave of desire watching over you. You licked your lips and stepped until you were flush against him, fisting the lapels of his shirt and pulling him down. You didn't care that he tasted like you or that his lips were still stained with your juices as you eagerly kissed him. Kento hummed into the kiss, arms circling your waist.

He let you take the reins, felt your clumsy fingers struggle to open each of the buttons of his shirt, and helped when you pushed the open garment down his shoulders and arms. Nanami only stopped you when you tried to unbuckle his belt, his large hands circling your wrists and pulling them up. You whined into the kiss, biting his lower lip and pulling away.

"Let me return the favor. Please."

"Fuck. Tasting you got on the very edge of the precipice I wouldn't last if you went down on me, beautiful."

"That's fine, I-"

"It's not fine," he cut you off, placing a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. "It's not fine because right now I need to fuck you. Will you let me?"

You shivered, lips parting in wonder. The tension on his shoulders and blown pupils did little to hide his hunger and you weren't faring much better, "yes, please."

You were embarrassed by the shriek you let out as he easily picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and walked around as if you weighed less than a feather, "I promise I'll give you a tour of the apartment tomorrow morning," (which he does so after bringing you a lovely arranged tray with breakfast in bed and spoon feed you yogurt with chopped fruit before you finally have enough and push him down on the bed to suck him dry).

His strength became even more pronounced when he held you up with only one arm to open the door to his bedroom and before you knew it, he had you laid down and spread over the comforter on his mattress. You admired his shifting muscles as he toed off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and removed his pants until he was standing before you in only his briefs. Nanami was truly a sight for sore eyes, with his mussed-up hair (probably your fault), heaving chest, and deep v-line that gave way and pointed down to a badly concealed dick. 'Happy trail' never felt like a more fitting moniker, the meticulously trimmed blonde hair a path to paradise.

"You're beautiful," you had been so engrossed in gawking at him that you failed to notice he had been doing the exact same to you, soft hazel eyes then meeting yours. You knew that small compliment had you blushing, you started to sit up, legs going to fall close, but Kento stopped the movement by kneeling between them, "don't. Let me see you."

"Fine. But you gotta let me see you too," you bargained with a tip of your chin to his cock. You knew for a fact he was positively packing since the shape of it was so clearly apparent too.

"That can be easily arranged."

You watched in bated breath as he slid his briefs down, revealing his thick, veiny… perfect cock. The tip is red and angry, precum dripping down its sides. You caught yourself wondering if he would even fit.

Kento kneeled back on the bed and jerked you forward on the bed so your head rested on a pillow and climbed after you. He reached above you for his wallet on the bedside table and picked through it until he found a condom and dropped both back on the bed, his attention shifting back to you.

"We don't have to use it. I'm on the pill. And I trust."

He wasn't sure if his cock twitched over the prospect of feeling you whole, with no barriers or if it was your trust that turned him on so much.

"My last annual check-up came up clean, but I will do nothing you don't want to, love."

"I want to feel you, Kento. Every inch of you," you were trying to go for seducing, but you were pretty sure you just sounded desperate.

He pressed a finger to your entrance, thumb catching your clit in mean circles to test the waters, and then a second finger, thrusting them lightly. It's when he starts scissoring them to prepare you for what was to come that you let yourself melt.

"Ken, I'm ready, please," you cried wantonly, fingers digging into the comforter as your entire body quivered.

"Are you, love?"

"Hmhmm. So ready." You nodded maniacally, desperate for more. Famished for him.

He slotted his thighs to yours, opening you up for him, and coated himself in your slick as he rubbed his cockhead head up and down your folds, his lips falling apart, gaze locked on the tantalizing motion. When it caught on your entrance you whined, arms reaching to pull him in closer and ankles locking behind his back, miserably trying to pull him in. Kento smirked and finally pushed the first inch inside. Your mouth fell open and your head lolled back at the stretch, nails digging into his back.

He hissed, shifting to his forearms and he ducked his head down to kiss you, pushing further in, feeling your tightness envelop him until he's bottomed out. You gasped into the kiss. It felt like he was so far inside of you he reached your guts.

It was perfection. Pure, unadulterated perfection. Kento was certain he had just made it into heaven.

"Fuuuuuck," you whined pathetically, "you fill me up so good."

He held to your waist as if he was scared you were only a figment of his imagination as he gradually started to move his hips.

You were putty under his ministrations, holding on for dear life and he fucked you nice and slow.

"Kento," you panted, tilting your head back as he kissed down your throat. He ground deep into your cunt, grunting as you tightened around him.

"You're doing so good for me, my love."

The room was hot and sticky, your bodies moving in tandem. Your little sobs with each new thrust like music to his ears. More than heaven, Kento felt home and, given the chance, he would spend the rest of his life worshipping you. He was so fucking close, but he needed you to cum alongside him.

You cried when he adjusted the angle, "fuck, keep going. Right there!" You supplicated.

Nanami complied, hitting that same spot with hard thrusts and a precision that upheld his title as the 7:3 sorcerer. His hand found your clit again and your breath hitched. He sped up then, hitting your sweet spot again and again and again until you're nothing but a drooly mess.

"It's like you were made for me," he whispered reverently and the praise was all you needed as his next thrust shoved you over the edge. You clamped down around his cock crying out.

When you came, Kento groaned into your skin, working you through it until he felt you go lax. He slid He slides his hands under your ass, lifting you as he shuffled onto his haunches, and he sunk impossibly deeper into your pussy.

"Ah. you're so fucking deep," you panted, completely at his mercy as he began to rock you on top of his cock.

"You're talking me so well,” He promised, watching his cock disappear inside your dripping cunt, lost in the pleasure of being inside of you.

His eyes flickered to yours, an angel spread on his bed for him and moaned. Not even his sweetest dreams could've conjured such image… such feeling.

"I-I think I'm close again. Ken, I'm- Oh, fuck! Yes! Please, please, don't stop!"

Kento clenched his jaw and tightened his grip, bouncing you on his dick with such force you could do nothing but holding on for the ride. He groaned, pistoling his hips up, barely holding onto his own release.

"Think you can come again for me?"

You nodded feverishily.

"Then rub at your sweet little nub for me," he commanded in between grunts and shaky breaths. You did as you were told, rubbing at your clit using your mixed juices until you see stars.

Nanami thrusted a few more times before he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled you down hard, hitting your cervix and that was enough for you to come, mouth agape in a silent cry as your head fell back, body convulsing and walls fluttering around his cock. With a low groan of your name echoing in the room, Kento felt his cock pulsing, painting your walls with his hot cum. He rocked into you a few more time until you stopped shaking and let the both of you fall back to the bed, mindful not to crush you under his weight.

You sighed, caressing his back as he leaned forward to rest his forehead on your heaving chest, both of you basking in the luxurious bliss of an orgasm.

You didn't know it then, but at that moment Kento decided you would be the woman he would marry, no matter how long it took for you to see it as well.

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a/n: idc, consent is hot.

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[north-kieren]

What are some safety precautions you recommend scripting for mha drs? or anything you recommend scripting for mha/any dr in general

Us this was the first shifting question I've gotten on this account (I do not use Tumblr like I should.)

Anyway!!! Safety is sooo important for any Dr of yours! Mha specifically is a reality where you'll likely end up encountering some choppy waters more than often (cough villainy cough) or just be a part of/witness some gnarly shit.

Obviously, you probably know this which is why you're asking what are some things to script to make your shift a bit more comfortable in terms of safety. I think you all know that I'm definitely not the safestttt person in my Dr, getting into fights and leaving the country, doing shit that a kid still in first year highschool shouldn't. However! That just means I know PERSONALLY (oh no🙁) what things you should avoid and WHY.

1. I wanna say that whatever your Dr is like, vs. how YOU want to experience it? These safety precautions could differ. So, take these a sort through them as you think about your Dr with these in mind and take what you deem useful, and leave the rest.

2. If you're a pro hero/ teacher at UA. Mainly class 1A, but this goes for all classes. You absolutely will have to take responsibility when it's time to look after your kids. This goes for any situation, INCLUDING being an actual teacher you guys. Don't slack off when teaching these kids just because nothing life threatening and attention capturing is happening at that moment. What would happen if there were to be an emergency and your kids wouldn't know what to do because you lacked the sense to build a bond with those kids to know how they'd react to a situation like that? Or them not knowing how to proceed and possibly hurting themselves or others in the process, INCLUDING YOU!!! whatever class u teach or look after, please keep in mind that these are real children, there to learn from YOU.

3. Student at UA! You're probably well aware about your activity with quirks during the school days and with each other throughout the years. Class 1A,1B, General Studies, no matter. You'll probably end up doing SOMETHING that revolves around quirk usage or something of the sort. This is dangerous how? Itself isn't dangerous no, but sometimes (especially since all of y'all's Drs are so personal and unique = unpredictable) you will likely know personally that the metahuman society is

I N T E N S E. UA does an OUTSTANDING job at giving the students (and teachers. Rip aizawa's elbow.) a taste of that intensity. And get this!!! That's only a small bit of the ONE category (hero life) OUT OF HUNDREDS!!! ISN'T THAT HILARIOUS 😂😂🥲🥲. When I say intense, I don't mean like fighting for ur life everyday (except for the times that u do, indeed fight for ur life 🌚) I mean it in a sense that you'll face certain things in your Dr that you would've never given thought towards before. You'll experience life there and deal with society's mess just like you do in your Cr. SO ! The safety precaution I think you should keep in mind is to just be prepared. Script that before anything super big/impactful happens - you're given time and resources to properly address the upcoming issues that way you have everything you might need to make it out as unscathed as possible. Whatever form that may take, both physical and mental.

4. Be prepared to have a life outside of your class (assuming again that you're a student at UA). Take me for example, 99% of my content/storytime and main shifting experiences shared are almost ALWAYS outside of UA workings and my relationship with my friends and family. If you're not a student, STILL. Specifically for people who intend to be independent or even a part of something big like a villain organization for example. Anything really, you will need to understand that you have your own life to pay attention to-take care of.

5. Your actions/decisions hold value. They WILL have consequences you guys. This is the reality pretty much everywhere, you make a choice and things happen because of that choice. This isn't bad, nor is it good - it's just the way things work. You script that your body doesn't react to poisonous quirks? Cool. Expect some kind of condition or something SPECIFIC that allows this to happen. You choose to become a teacher? Amazing! Now you have the responsibility of teaching and guiding your children. You're a villain? Fine! You will learn fairly quickly what a villain's life would look like and learn to accept it (or decide it's not for you, of course that's always a possibility). This could go on forever, the point is that you will always find that there are things that you probably didn't account for while shifting to a place such as MHA, and that's OK! just keep it in mind is all, this helps with keeping your Dr on a realistic and very real place in your mind.

This is wayyyyy too long whoops. Anyway!!! I'll be posting my Tik Toks on here starting today, probably later so sorry for the incoming spam🥲.

[misc-obeyme]

Hilarious Request: Brothers (Mammon and Belphie specifically, I love my boys, but any others that you’d find funny) goes to bed, and because of ~magic~ wakes up in their Makeshift plushie that MC had gotten and displayed on their bed. And their plushie was the Chosen One to be cuddled in MC’s sleep. They can’t move, due to being a) plushies and b) are pinned in MC’s arms.

How do you think they’d react?

Hello there friend, here I am to answer this ask eight months after you sent it al;skdfj.

It only occurred to me when I sat down to write this that perhaps it was meant to be headcanons or just general thoughts? I'm not sure, but I read "request" and filed it away under the requests in my brain lol. So here's a drabble. It's mostly from Mammon's perspective, but I included Belphie, too.

Sorry it's so late~!

Warnings: none and there's no pairing really this is pure silliness, though you could say Mammon has an implied crush on MC... but that's just canon so.

Mammon was hanging from the ceiling again. The ropes felt especially tight this time, but he was surprise that he was right side up rather than upside down. Was Lucifer getting soft? But no, he still had trouble breathing due to what seemed like an abundance of ropes around his chest. When did these ropes get so thick?

Mammon squirmed a little, trying to see if there was any give at all. Maybe if he wiggled enough, he could get loose! He knew this was impossible, but he was going to try anyway.

And then Mammon opened his eyes and realized that he was not, in fact, hanging from the ceiling. It had been a dream, sparked by something that was actually happening to him in real life. It took him several moments to process what it was, though.

Were those… arms squeezing him? Why were they so big?

He was already starting to panic, but then he got a glimpse of his body and immediately fell into crisis mode.

Mammon's body was a plushie. He could only assume his head was, too. He opened his mouth to yell, but found that he couldn't speak. He couldn't move at all.

What kind of crazy spell was this? Which brother decided it'd be fun to turn him into a plushie? Oh this was going to start a prank war the likes of which the Devildom had never seen!

But first he had to figure out how to get out of this plushie. Could he even do that? Maybe he just had to wait until the spell wore off?

Mammon tried to figure out where he was. Who was this crushing his soft little plush body? And why did they have a plushie of him?

The person squeezing him shifted and he found himself able to see their face.

Wait. Was that… YOU?!?!?!

You had a plushie of him? AND you were cuddling it all night?

If Mammon wasn't a plushie in that moment he would be blushing and stuttering. He was both grateful and annoyed that he couldn't do anything at all.

Hours passed this way and Mammon was counting imaginary Grimm in his head when the spell finally began to wear off. He could tell because your sleeping face, which he had been watching all night, was getting fuzzy.

And then suddenly Mammon was back in his own body. He sat up straight in his own bed, feeling himself frantically to make sure he was in tact and no longer made of plush and fabric.

"The Great Mammon is back!" he exclaimed to the empty room. "Now I gotta figure out who was behind it!"

He didn't actually mind if he was being honest. Cuddling in your arms all night was like heaven for him, but he preferred to do so in his own body.

Mammon left his room in a huff, getting ready to question every brother until he got down to the truth.

Except that he tripped over Belphie who was unexpectedly asleep in the middle of the hallway.

Belphie sat up, rubbing at his eyes. "Watch where you're going."

Mammon, who had fallen to the floor, rubbed his head. "Why don't ya watch where you're sleepin'?"

Belphie blinked at him. "I had a weird dream that I was a plushie."

Mammon stared at him. "That ain't no dream, Belphie! I was a plushie, too! Were you with MC?"

"Yeah," he said with a yawn. "They were sleeping. Actually, your plushie was there, too. MC was clutching it."

"Who would prank you and me like this?" Mammon asked.

Belphie looked thoughtful. "How much do you wanna bet it was Satan trying to prank Lucifer, but somehow getting it wrong?"

Mammon shook his head. "Yeah, I'll take that bet. Satan getting a spell wrong? He's too smart for that."

"Five hundred Grimm says it was him," Belphie said.

"You're on," Mammon said.

They would later find out that it wasn't exactly that Satan had gotten the spell wrong. In fact, Satan was about to get the spell spectacularly right except that Asmo was too busy looking at his DDD and bumped right into Satan at the worst moment possible. Satan dropped the book he was using, which caused him to mix up some of the spell's words and… well it went a little off course.

You woke up the next day feeling perfectly refreshed and blissfully unaware of any brotherly shenanigans that happened to be going on that morning. That is until you walked into an argument about who won some kind of bet. Deciding you didn't want to know, you tuned them out and enjoyed your breakfast.

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[anxiousapplepie]

Worldbuilding and lore are always important; they bring a world to life and allow room for other stories later on.

Regardless, onto my next question! We've established that eye colour depends on the family's colour / identity. But like, how exactly does that get chosen with a Bud made by multiple partners, be it two or five or maybe even ten if we wanted to go crazy? Does it depend on who exactly 'initiates' the thing or something else?

There's also two things to bring up that are relevant to this. There's multicolour shenanigans like Jim, even though his eyes are yellow. Wonder why yellow? I assume he's not the only multicolour in his family, but I could be wrong. THERE'S ALSO THE FACT BRISTLY HAS RED AND YELLOW IN HIS EYES. MULTICOLOUR IRIS. What exactly is the parentage that led to those eyes being what they are?

Also, you're awesome, and I'm glad you enjoyed the thought process behind answering my prior ask. Making the mind work out a bit is always fun! ☆

Okay! Time to put on my teacher hat again and share some more info about eye colors in RK!!

As you figure, a Bud's eye color depends on what color magic their parent had when they were created! For those created asexually by a Rose without questionable heritage, there is no doubt the kid's eyes will be the same as the parent's magic/hair.

For the Buds created sexually by two or a dozen Roses, what eye color they will get is entirely random. Though Roses do believe that the one who gave the "strongest" magic to a Bud will determine the eye color, but that is not backed up by science. Believe me, all the illegitimate children the late Rose King Henry helped create can attest to that.

And let's not forget what happens when Dragon genetics get involved! If a Rose has any Dragon ancestry, there's a chance the Bud will get either their parent's hair color OR green eyes. Lot's of Roses who want to hide their Dragon roots will often try to hook up with as many Roses as possible when creating a child- as a way to make it harder to trace the "wildness" back to them. There are obviously outliers to this rule (and wearing contacts to hide your true eye color doesn't make it any easier) but if a Bud was created sexually, anything goes and good luck to any outsider trying to figure out who the 'true' parent is!

And you'd be very correct! Jim is FAR from the only Multicolored Rose in his family. But unlike most of his extended family, Jim's mother married into the family and her color was yellow. Both Jim and his sister's eyes reflect her color instead of their father's. As for Bristly's eye colors? I think you guys can make some educated guesses. >:3

[thr0wnawayy]

Rei-Demption: A problem and my solution (ft. Rei's trauma and Hori's bullshit)

Might as well give my shot at it.

My take on Rei's personality has always been based in suppression.

Rei's whole life has been a balancing act of doing enough to protect her family, while still staying within the lines to not get disposed of.

She's everything Enji isn't. An iron will, a golden heart and a strong sense of empathy.

So with that in mind, hopefully it she'd light on it thought process with this post

A theory I have is that Rei was aware of the hospital's corruption

These panels always felt off too me, it always made me wonder: "does she know?"

The wording is very specific.

"I told him I liked it, around the first time we met. But only once"

It always struck me as odd, We're talking about the man who looked at his eldest death and kept going, man who destroyed multiple lives for a redundant pipedream.

It's not even why would he remember such a small detail, but rather how?

Unless... the doctors are feeding him information.

Think about it, who pays for all this. Surely it's not Fuyumi, on account of this being a massive money sink.

You really expect her to pay for all that on a teachers salary?

It can't be Natsuo because Enji has likely cut him off from everything to his name.

And that's assuming Enji even bothered to save up a college fund for any of them. Plus Natsuo is a full time student of medicine.

If the doctors are watching her every move, looking for any sign of deviation from the narrative then it makes sense for her to disguise her words.

Of course there's still more

Having PTSD isn't something you can keep someone institutionalized for. Especially when Rei's is very proportionate, given what she's gone through. (No, Japan's stigma of mental health wouldn't justify this)

I mean what are Rei's triggers?: Enji and that's about it.

"But we still... haven't met face to face, I'm still too afraid"

That's a standard reaction to have to your abuser (especially when he raped you multiple times)

('Just stop' gets a whole lot darker when you consider it's context)

Not to mention she's no longer fearful of anything resembling Enji, just Enji himself. So there is no real reason to keep her there unless they are afraid she might speak out.

This whole thing makes me think she's trying to tell Natsuo and Fuyumi what's really going on, in a way.

Subtly and under the calm, complacent mask she's expected to wear, in case anyone else is listening. Anyone who could report back to him.

It might also be she doesn't trust them. Fuyumi or Natsuo could blab or say something within earshot that could set Rei back months.

And she can't have that, not with how close she is to finally breaking free. She loves her children, all of them but the trust just isn't there, how can it be when when they don't have all the pieces.

So here's my theory: The hospital staff are in Enji's pockets. Either taking bribes (as recent as Dabi's Dance) or they were given a large sum of hush money when Rei was first hospitalized, with the goal of keeping her there as long as possible and possibly molding her to either keep her mouth shut or (sickeningly) gaslight her into returning to Enji.

(Note how she was only released when they could no longer keep a lid on things, the moment Dabi frops the bomb. She's out, no struggle)

This paints a picture of grotesque corruption, sloth and apathy (the very same cocktail that created Shigaraki) even by Hori's narrative standards. Shedding light on just how deep MHA's despotic nature goes.

The anime makes this even more apparent. Rei's fake smiles make the whole thing that much more viable. She seems so dead, it's like she smothered her soul or something.

I've seen both the sub and dub of this scene. The sub is the correct translation, the same as the Manga panel above.

The Dub however, while severly off mark, adds it's own flavour of dread. Rei sound so hollow, it was jarring the first time I heard it.

It sounded like she was reading a script (in-universe). Like she'd rehearsed this in her mind a million times, staring at the same 3 white walls + the window and waiting for an opening to finally speak.

That was supposed to be Shoto, until the dorms ruined that. Suddenly Rei's lifeline is gone, reduced to letters that don't even tell half the story.

10 years, 10 fucking years reduced to lines on a page.

Can you imagine the despair, dear reader?

The frustration. The sheer vitriol coursing thorough her veins, far hotter than Touya could ever manage.

Having to do the same thing she's been doing even before she was locked away. As the the skeleton in the closet of a criminal with a license.

Wearing masks for so long you can hardly breath and in the brief moments you can take them off. You can hardly recognize yourself, how you once were.

It must be the truest form of hell.

The Rei-demption Arc

Rei's redemption arc takes the attention of our theoretical arc without overtaking it.

The arc would mostly focus on the more domestic aspects of our trio being: Midoriya, Shoto and Uraraka.

A few minor changes would occur. The dorms never happen, allowing the characters to exist outside of UA.

There is solid confirmation that Fujiya is corrupt and is keeping Rei institutionalized on illegal grounds (ie: not meeting the criteria set up to ensure her silence)

The dinner scene would still happen only it would bd framed for what it really was. A pathetic attempt at creating a moment that never existed.

There's no family with Enji.

Just a family held hostage and a tyrant. I have my own grievances with Fuyumi, but I'll leave that for the future.

The only difference besides Natsuo being properly portrayed as a victim acting well within his right, the reasons for our trio going would be for Shoto's emotional wellbeing, because he asked them to.

Uraraka could have a moment where she realizes that money is as much as good as it is bad. An actually decent shift into her change of goals.

Here Enji motivates her to "watch the watchmen". Her need for money is still a crucial part of her reasons for becoming a hero, but she also has a more front and center goal.

I'd imagine she has a moment parallel to Midoriya's during the Sports Festival.

Where (alone in front of the Dojo after the failed dinner) she rightfully calls out Enji for being a self pitying piece of shit and that "sorry" doesn't cut it.

"You've hurt them in ways you can't imagine." Would probably be the last thing she says before walking away.

She may not know the whole story but she knows it hurt them and that's enough.

Rei's ascent

Rei's biggest hurdle is accepting that she was also an abuse victim. She's furious but she's only furious on her children's behalf and what they lost.

Her unintentionally harmful actions weigh on her, be it her neglect or the night she scalded Shoto, these events have impacted her deeply.

She learns to reconcile with her past, improve her relationship with Shoto and even meets Shoto's friends at one point.

Eventually she finds closure but that's later on.

She also acts as an advisor at times, having given Shoto the idea of using Ice projectiles (as seen in the Licensing Exam)

The second half comes from the Hospitals corruption, as Rei learns that she is long overdue for release (by about 8 years) among other horrific practices. This would play out as the arc's B plot, building up to what I call "The Summit"

The Summit

Eventually Rei fights Hood.

After gathering the evidence, she escapes the hospital. Planning to go to Natsuo for protection. As she's walking across a crosswalk however, she hears what sounds like an explosion.

Eventually she hears screaming and is forced to use her quirk as a bus is suddenly sent hurdling in her general direction.

As of her body moved on its own, she envelops it in her ice. Stopping the bus and saving those behind her in the process.

Only to see Hood land on top. They lock eyes and Rei can't help but see Touya in Hoods ambition.

In response to Rei holding her ground, Hood dashes. Rei counters this by manipulating her ice to send him crashing into an empty building, impaling him on the glaciers end.

Hood is impressed by Rei's proficiency and chooses to fight her.

Rei having no experience, fights for her life. Where as Rei avoids Civilians, Hood has no care for them which forces Rei to play the role of hero.

Rei uses every weapon in her arsenal in order to stave off Hood, who only gets more relentless as the battle stretches on. The upside is Hood's regeneration struggles in the cold, which Rei is constantly producing.

Each side gets blows in, with Rei taking them surprisingly well but still being worse for wear. Hood notes this saying "as if y-you've done t-t-this before" (close, Hood very close)

Eventually Hood gets the upper hand, towering over Rei in a manner that triggers her PTSD and leaves her stunned.

One of the civilians (Horoshi Tameda) emboldened by Rei's efforts, picks up a loose chunk of pavement and chucks it at Hood's back. It hits, causing Hood to look back.

Civilians begin making loud noise, others begin picking up anything they can find and throw it at Hood. Further catching him off guard long enough for Rei to snap out of her episode and strike back.

From here the fight kicks into high gear, with Rescue heroes & paramedics arriving on the scene and a camera crew recording the fight from above. Overall I imagine the scene to be very uplifting, with the Orchestra swelling as Rei prepares a final attack.

The move rivals that of Shoto's, arguably even surpassing it. Hoof is incased in a prison of Ice, covering an entire city block worth of destroyed buildings. And the fight finishes with Rei collapsing to her knees.

From here on out things change. Rei's newfound fame leads to the hospital being forced to do their job. Because of this Rei gets out early (around the time the Internship arc would started had I not scrapped it)

As for what this could lead to I'll let you decide. I'd love to read some suggestions.

Bonuses:

Theories:

The reason they kicked Fuyumi from her job is because she covered an abuser's ass for years. While Fuyumi is a victim, it doesn't excuse her complacency in regards to Enji's treatment of Shoto before and after his "self pity" arc.

Natsuo didnt go to someone because he wouldn't likely be believed, being seen as bitter and untrustworthy (his time away from home wouldn't help with pinning evidence).

Extra:

Hood survived the fight, Rei opted to capture him as opposed to kill him. That doesn't mean he didn't get frost bite. Police found out it is very difficult to question a Nomu.

Out of all her trauma. Rei accepting she was never given a choice will be the hardest to accept.

Rei's family is not inbred, rather her parents ran away so her father wouldn't be forced into a marriage with his cousin. Only to ironically do the very same to their daughter.

Hiroshi still becomes a meme, his 'Can't you see speech' leads to him becoming a motivational speaker.

The reason Hood appeared is because Dabi lost track of him. He nearly had a heart attack when he discovered his mom was holding the Nomu off.

[luveline]

if you felt comfortable would you write the KBU au with steve and reader during/just after the birth of avery? 🥺

kisses before dinner —you and steve have a baby. mom!reader, 1.1k

Just like that, Steve's a dad. 

He wonders if he's supposed to feel different, and he does in little ways. Exhausted, worried, and unbearably happy —the kind of happiness to make your ribs hurt— Steve is feeling a hundred layers of emotion right now, but it isn't his emotion that takes centre stage, it's yours. 

You've been stiff with panic since your contractions started, and while that panic turned to happy tears the moment they laid her on your chest, you're looking at the baby like you're terrified of her, stiffness returned. Genuine fear. 

"Come on," he says softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "She's not half as ugly as we worried."

She's beautiful. Steve's legs hurt after all these hours of standing by your side, and he can't bear to look away from the baby's face, her face, and it doesn't matter. You're his priority. He juggles these two things as he assumes he'll be juggling them for the rest of his life, happily if clumsily. 

"Please smile, honey," he says. 

You relax almost imperceptibly with his murmuring. "I am smiling." 

"You're grimacing. Ten dollar word." He crouches and steps back enough for you to see his face clearly. "Are you happy? Like, truthfully?" he asks, knowing 'truthfully' isn't a word he says. Accusing the new mother of his child of lying feels a bit dick-ish, though.

"Of course I'm happy." 

"It's okay if you're not happy. I'm not happy if you're not happy, I'm–" 

"Steve." Your smile is sad in a way, but your eyes aren't half as scared as they were. "I am happy, I'm just worried. No more trial run… I'm a mom." 

"You're a mom." He doesn't mean to say it with the world's cheesiest smile. "I didn't know they made 'em like you, I would've started chasing moms years ago." 

You laugh. He's always loved your laugh because it's yours, and it couldn't come at a better time, not even when you were pushing. None of them sounded as happy as this one. "I'm a mom," you say, still laughing. 

"I know." He leans in to dash a kiss against your cheek. You perk up at the attention, so he does it twice more. 

“This is gonna be so fun,” you say. 

His heart rears to explode. Steve puts one hand on yours under the weight of the baby and the other behind your shoulder. “Just don't let me drop her,” you say.

“My hand’s already there.” 

“Okay. I love you. Are you sure?” 

“Don't freak out.” He thinks so many things in that moment but the loudest is, aw, my girl. “You're good, babe, I love you. This is gonna be fun, just like you said. We're gonna love it.” 

Steve sits on the side of the bed and holds you like that for a while. You relax at the support and watch the baby's little face in sleep. She has the most dainty face Steve has ever seen in person. She's so, so small. He kinda thought she'd be bigger considering the whole nine month gestation period and all your aches and pains, but she's perfect. He could fit her in two hands. 

“Avery,” you say. 

You picked it out together ages ago. Seeing her now cements it. “Avery,” he repeats happily, failing to resist the urge to touch her face again. 

You need time to recover and thankfully, the nurses and doctors haven't rushed the process. You're clean but in pain, and Steve gets to hold the baby by himself while you change. 

“Can I help?” he asks, watching you wince. You barely want to stand. 

“No, just hold her.” 

“She won't break if we put her down. She's safer in the bassinet anyways,” he says. 

Your eyes spark with panic as he goes to stand, so he sits, and he chews his cheek raw while you struggle into fresh clothes. 

A knock on the door startles you both. “Hello? Y/N? Steve?” Robin's scratchy voice echoes through the door. Her excitement is unmissable. 

“Yeah, Rob!” 

She opens the door carefully but enters the room less so. There's so much stuff hanging from the crooks of her elbows she can hardly carry it. “Hey! Oh my god, hey! Is that her? Of course it's her. Is she okay? She's okay, are you okay?” She turns her gaze on you. “Holy shit, do you need help?” 

You've only got a couple of buttons to do and the waistband of your pants to cinch, but Robin immediately drops all of her things to help you finish. 

Steve shares his first private smile with his very first daughter. “She's not always like this,” he murmurs. 

“How are you feeling?” Robin asks. She sounds treacherously concerned and overwhelmingly happy. 

“Maybe she is,” he adds. 

“I'm okay, Robin,” you say, reaching for her hand. “It hurts worse than people say. But it's over now.” 

“Thank Jesus!” Robin finishes her buttoning and ties a deft bow with your drawstrings. “Come on, mom, let's get you back to bed. Jesus, Steve, you couldn't have helped her?” She's mostly kidding. 

Steve lifts Avery. “She put me on baby duty.” 

Robin almost trips over her bags trying to get to him. “Steve,” she says, as though this one word should be enough for him, planting herself by his side. It's been a long time since he bothered trying to put boundaries between them, he doesn't even want them, he's proud as he can be as he lowers the baby to give his best friend ample view of her. While she looks, he lifts his gaze to you where you limp back to the bed. 

“Oh,” he says, “Rob, are you ready to hold her? Meet your niece. Arms out.” 

Robin stammers but holds her arms out. Steve transfers Avery in her swaddle carefully as careful can be. “Hold her head, okay? Lean back.” 

“Wait, you made this look easy. Steve–” 

Your eyes are wide as he stands and turns away from the bed. “Steve,” you say. 

“No more saying my name in this room, it's banned,” he says, putting his hands under your arms to make sure you're steady where you stand. You stop walking, pain in the line of your mouth. “Come on, honey. Let's get you back to bed.” 

Your eyes shine with tears, but you don't cry. You use his arms to push back up onto the bed and shuffle slowly into position before you put your arms out. He leans in for a hug. 

“Oh, Steve,” you say with a laugh, all soft and warm, having found the only exception to his new rule, “I wanted the baby back, honey.” 

“I know,” he sighs. 

[reddraven]

Hi hi! So my post about pain processing has gained some traction and I just thought I'd share my tips on how to get the most out of your freaky masochistic shenanigans.

(Disclaimer that I am not an educator of any kind. Literally I'm just some guy who likes pain)

1. Dispersion

This is my favorite pain processing method. The point here is to visualize the pain spreading throughout your body, decreasing in intensity as it travels further from the point of origin.

The easiest way to do this (for me) is to visualize the pain as a color that loses saturation as it flows through my body

So lets say its a spanking scene... with each strike, I might imagine a bright blue flash of light that starts at my ass and then becomes duller and duller as I visualize that light moving into my torso, through my limbs, and eventually fading away entirely

If you struggle with visualizations, you can also focus on things like heat or texture... Your skin will naturally warm up and become more sensitive while you're being (consensually) roughed up, so think about that heat... think about how intense it is at the point of impact, and then think about it spreading throughout your body, becoming cooler and cooler as it travels

2. Breathing

This is something I picked up from my marching band days and I've found that it puts me in an almost meditative state during scenes.

This is a simple one... just focus on breathing in for four counts, holding your breath for 2 counts, and then exhaling for another 4 counts and repeat

Any time you start to feel yourself panicking or struggling to process pain, just return to that breath

3. Allow yourself to feel

This is probably the most important tip, but if you're like me, then outwardly expressing pain might not come naturally to you

Just... feel... react... allow your body to release. Whether that's screaming or whining or crying or wiggling, do it

I promise you that sitting and toughing out the pain in silence is only going to detract from the experience... and that (usually) goes for both you and your partner. Sadists often like to see your reactions... that's part of the fun... so (assuming your Dom(me) allows it) feel free to react.

I've had breakdowns in the middle of scenes before because I was holding my reactions in, and as soon as my Dom increased the intensity, alllll of that pain bubbled out of me all at once... It wasn't fun... don't do that to yourself

Masochists love pain! But remember that pain tolerance and masochism are not the same thing! Its okay if you enjoy pain scenes, but still struggle to process all that intense sensation

If you love pain like I do, feel free to share your tips and experiences! I love you, my masochistic friends 💕

[vicsbasement]

From what we’ve seen so far it almost looks like Carlos has been trying to make it easier for Charles? Take the chili plushie clip, Carlos is clearly teary eyed but he still tries to make Charles laugh. He is the one who’s hurting but he puts his own hurt aside because he notices that Charles is sad too and he has to make him laugh, because if there’s something else I’ve noticed in the past years is that Carlos loves seeing Charles happy

Anon! Firstly, are you the same anon from the other day? Let me kiss your brain, because I love talking about these boys so so so much and for some reason people really enjoyed the conversation we had. Anyway!!!! Let's talk about this for a second. Carlos is definitely having a hard time. If we're going blindly on the timeline, we have to assume Carlos knows about his exit from Ferrari ever since before the Dakar finale, (this is just especulation, though, because we don't know for certain) and he sort of, kind of, blew off Ferrari and the Maranello trials to go celebrate with his dad. Pretty sure he wouldn't have done this if he didn't have enough leverage on Ferrari because the trials at Maranello are SUPER important, but first, his dad just won Dakar at his age, and then he's like: well, I mean, I'm getting kicked out of the team anyway and I won't be active during the development of the next car, so, whatever, let's just do this,-- and he went and did it. That's my idea. He needed to be with his father because they all knew. I'm pretty sure they even knew during the training camp at Madrid / Portugal because he's surrounded by friends and already doing the absolute most to get in an amazing shape because he needs to be his best version this year. But-- then when he meets up with Charles again, Charles even feels blindsided. Because like I said previously, Lewis is Lewis. And he comes with sponsors and 7 world titles and his experience and all of a sudden Charles isn't really Ferrari's most important figure inside the team. So they're both trying to soothe each other. Because for the first time ever, Charles doesn't feel like the golden boy, he probably even feels like Ferrari did him dirty (that's what I would've thought, anyway) because who pays two or three times your salary to your second driver? Not any team, that's for certain. Carlos was stability for Charles and it's like his world was thrown off its axis. They were equals, similar in status, genuinely a good team. Charles feels bad and Carlos sees it, because he's lost his teammate, they were supposed to beat Ferrari's record of the teammates that lasted longer and now, well.

And Carlos knows this, and sees Charles handling it just as bad as himself and goes: well. If I don't have to think about this, and make him laugh, then neither of us need to focus on this, right? And the first challenge rolls around and he's tired but Charles is doing his best so why not sing until Charles' annoyed so he doesn't have to see how bone-tired Carlos is? He's sort of protecting Charles' heart by protecting his own. And then there's the little chili and I can simply see Carlos' thought process: this is the last first race of the year with Ferrari, and someone gifted him a chili. And he's chili and he's smooth operator and he's supposed to be fine, but his throat closes up and his eyes fill with tears and he doesn't want Charles to see him like this but it's so much. So he tries to laugh it off. And when he sees that Charles is also thinking the same thing he says, well. At least we're in this together. So he makes Charles laugh by saying he was a chili, too. We don't know what he means, but Charles is so fond and so filled with nostalgia that he laughs, anyway, even though his throat is dry and his eyes are filled with tears. And he gets to keep the chili plushie after Carlos reminded him they're supposed to part ways.

Remember Monza 2022? When Carlos completely ignored the woman who was guiding him to the back of the track so he could follow protocol? And he broke protocol to ask Charles if he was okay? Yeah, that's Carlos, to me. And I no longer feel like he's the only one capable of doing that for Charles, I really have seen Charles fight british and italian press and tell them to respect Carlos' last year in Ferrari, and I see Charles perfectly capable to soothe Carlos as much as Carlos has tried to soothe him. Because he's mourning in front of all of us, basically. And Carlos did go to Jeddah not only to help Ollie, but for Charles' sake, too. Did you see the smile Charles had on his face when they asked him about Carlos and he said that he'd called Senior and he'd told him that it was all okay and that he might've been going to the track later that day? He's doing that in front of all of us, showing us how much Carlos means to him. This is the best and worst time for Charlos fans right now and we have to deal with these two behaving like that for the rest of the year. I don't know how we're going to cope. Again, thank you for sending me these, because I just love to type until I don't make any sense.

[genericpuff]

I was kind of curious: What do you think of Persephone's therapy scenes in episodes 160-161?

I personally liked them, but you and many other LO critics always seem to see things that totally flew over my head (I mean that in a positive way).

I think the idea behind them was fine, just the execution that felt really half-baked. Rachel doesn't like scenes to sit too long so the therapy scene, of course, wound up being rushed in the course of 2-3 episodes (meaning she had to have Persephone dump everything all at once) and while Persephone's dialogue is handled relatively well, the direction of the scene itself feels entirely mismanaged (which is both a side effect of Rachel's directionless writing and the fact that she clearly doesn't want to do more than one of these kinds of episodes so she needs to speedrun it).

TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion concerning sexual assault ahead!

Like, let's start with Persephone's intent in going to therapy. Wanting to pursue therapy doesn't just happen suddenly, there's usually a "trigger event" to make someone realize "I need help", whether it be hitting rock bottom or even just going "I feel like I don't have the skills or tools necessary to deal with what I'm dealing with, I need a professional opinion".

Despite Eros advising her to go to therapy all the way back in S1 to address her assault-

-she actually finally goes to therapy in S2 not to address the assault, but to address... how she feels insecure in comparison to Hera who she just found out Hades had a long-term affair with??? At least that's definitely the implication.

And then of course the therapy session itself segues immediately into "Persephone is a high achiever and it's because of her mom being overbearing" which Rachel doesn't connect at all to either the SA or her feeling insecure compared to Hera (which, by the way, barely even has anything to do with her, but she didn't - and still doesn't - have the emotional maturity or self-respect to realize that Hades is a serial cheater-)

That's where the first therapy episode cuts off, and then the next episode immediately opens with Persephone writing her entire backstory on a whiteboard, so we can assume time has passed and she's talked about everything from her childhood up until this point.

Then we get Chiron asking Persephone... what could go wrong if she leaves TGOEM??

Even though we never saw any of the actual sequence so it just feels like a question that's coming out of nowhere? Like did Persephone say during that schpeel that she wanted to leave TGOEM? Isn't that something we should have seen to connect these two trains of thought?

Ah, right, because we have to get into Hades. Because this comic fails the Bechdel test so hard it can't even have a character talk about their trauma or childhood without it seguing into "well there's this one specific main character guy I just really wanna sleep with-"

Don't get me wrong, if Rachel is trying to "deconstruct purity culture" here, I can get her angle with this, if Persephone has been "groomed her entire life" to be an eternal maiden then there's clearly some thought processes about sexual attraction there that are being challenged by her attraction to Hades. But it just feels so rushed purely for the sake of getting her through her trauma and childhood problems and everything that Rachel tacked onto her backstory (in an attempt to make her seem more than just a self-insert) so that Rachel can get her back on track to sleeping with Hades, the one and only man she's clearly ever felt sexual attraction to enough to want to leave TGOEM and question her entire childhood.

And then we get this and I just-

Like first of all, again, Persephone being a complete airhead and not realizing that it has less to do with her possibly being an inadequate partner and more to do with Hades being a serial cheater who also used her as an emotional affair partner;

but ALSO the fact that the conclusion is some "eureka" moment of "you're a bad decision maker" ??? I was a fan of the comic still when this scene happened and even I went "huh?"

Like she doesn't bother to try and connect it to everything she just learned and said about her childhood and how she wants to be the "perfect daughter" who will make everyone happy, Chiron just reduces it to "oh you just suck at making decisions". As if "sucking at making decisions" isn't like, a reactionary extension of deeper problems. She's treating it as if Persephone is some "puzzle" to be solved and her being a "bad decision maker" was the answer when it's undoubtedly just one of many side effects of her upbringing. It feels like she's addressing the cough and not the virus.

Also a little off topic but-

Gotta love how we've never seen Persephone actually employ this homework from her therapist because she's constantly stapled to Hades and the only thing she cares about is his happiness. Literally, I don't think Persephone could possibly answer that question because she's never been independent enough to even learn what makes her happy - she's jumped from wanting to make her mother happy to wanting to make Hades happy but we're supposed to condemn the former and celebrate the latter.

Buuut of course we don't get her answering that question because again, Rachel can't spend more than 30 seconds on a single scene because that would demand too much writing and thought from her. So we cut to Hera having a discussion with Asclepius regarding her scars re-opening, yadda yadda.

By the time we cut back to the therapy session at the start of the next episode (that's three episodes that have been spent basically accomplishing nothing because none of the thought threads tie together in a meaningful way beyond what the audience has to assume) Chiron is conveniently wrapping things up and it's then and only then does Rachel try to actually incorporate the SA plotline that was Persephone's ORIGINAL MOTIVATION in going to therapy.

Now, the scene for the most part is fine, I don't really like how the therapy session was written leading up to it, but her describing her freeze response and how she feels guilty she couldn't "fight back" is a very real feeling that I can definitely say was well written.

My one gripe with it though - and sure, this might be nitpicky, but here me out - is this:

I don't particularly like that Chiron the therapist just found out about her patient being a rape victim - someone who's also said she doesn't like people grabbing her / touching her without her consent - and then decides the best course of action is to comfort her... while touching her.

Now I want to make it perfectly clear, it's not against the law or even the code of ethics to make physical contact between a therapist and their patient. Loads of patients have made breakthroughs with their therapists that have called for hugs and while some therapists may not be okay with it, there are definitely therapists who are who fully understand that hugs in those moments are the best thing for a person. But it's still a general boundary that is there and even with patients who aren't victims of SA, consent needs to be asked for / given.

So Chiron just... coming over and touching Persephone on the knee, while undoubtedly seen as a "warm and comforting act" by those who have had similar sessions with their own therapists or even just those who have no clue and see it on the surface level as being "sweet", really irks me, because it just seems so tone deaf to do with a character like Persephone who is supposed to be a victim of having her bodily autonomy taken away from her.

Again, it's a small criticism, and undoubtedly a nitpick in the eyes of some, but a simple "can I give you a hug?" from either Chiron or Persephone would have gone a long way in accomplishing Persephone's need for consent and bodily autonomy a lot more than just having Chiron come up and touch her leg without her consent. Please, for the love of god, let Persephone have some autonomy, asking for consent doesn't ruin the moment.

And that's pretty much it, Persephone talks about how she feels like she's tethered to Apollo, and Chiron assures her that's not the case, session over, Persephone goes outside to Hades aaaand notice how we never actually tackled that "I feel insecure because of my partner having former partners?" thing? Notice how the best we got was her talking about her fears of being an "inadequate partner" which focused entirely on her not being "enough" for Hades and being a "bad decision maker" rather than pointing out 1.) Hades' own faults in being a serial cheater that would undoubtedly contribute to her insecurities and 2.) what Persephone could do for Hades rather than what Hades could do for Persephone? It's always "I don't know if I'm good enough for him" and never "I don't know if he's good enough for me."

Yet another F-- on Lore Olympus' Bechdel test. Every single thing tacked onto Persephone's backstory is meant purely to get her with Hades - TGOEM is just an obstacle preventing her from having sex with Hades, the assault is just a framing device to show how much "better" Hades is for Persephone than Apollo, her overbearing childhood is just to show how much more "free" she is now that she's not living with her mother and is living with Hades instead, etc.

No agency, no autonomy, no character, even when it tries.

[emo-trash101]

Waiting for the next part of "Home is Where the Heart is"😞

ITS HERE IM SORRY I LOWKEY FORGOT ABOUT IT 🙏🙏

Home is Where the Heart is

Pt 7

Daisuke x Male! Reader

Word count: 1k+

Pronouns: Second person, Implied male

TW: People going insane, Jimmy, murder/death, general mouthwashing stuff, internalized homophobia (this is just generally for the whole series)

1 day after the crash

You assumed that this was the end.

You had bashed your head off of the stupid metal floors and bled out in your boyfriend's arms and died. It sounds like it would've sucked but considering where you are now, it would've been better.

Because despite your lack of consciousness before, you had been rudely awoken half an hour ago by Anya crudely trying to stitch up and wrap your wound with what you had left.

Had left.

And now, you're holding Captain Curly down as he writhes in pain. You can feel his burnt flesh against your fingers, and the smell is still wafting through the air. It might be because you are probably concussed, or because the smell is making you sick, but all you can see is your dad. What was left of him, and what is still there.

You're so wrapped up in your thoughts you don't hear when Anya tells you you can move away, or to let go of Captain Curly because she's done.

"(Name)!" Anya almost shouts, catching your attention immediately. You let go of his arm, stepping back and looking at what is left of him. There's bandages wrapped around him, barely able to cover much of anything, and his arms and legs are gone. There's not much left of him in general.

You turn to look at Anya, and she looks more disturbed than you, or anyone. She has this dull look of fear in her eyes, not like that of a desperate animal, but of one who has already accepted their fate.

"Sorry..." You mumble, grabbing a nearby cloth to wipe the blood and mucus from your hands. You don't know how to process anything that's happened, or if you even can. So the first thing your brain goes to, well your doctoring of course.

"His uh...his Epithelial tissue is exposed all over his body...it's secreting mucus....his skin...it can cause hypotension, hypothermia, dehydration...", "I know." Anya says, interrupting your almost mindless rambling about his medical situation. "I know and there's, there's nothing we can do." She says, and you can almost hear the tears in her eyes.

You both just stare at each other for a minute, before you decide to walk out. Maybe it was to give her some time alone, or to give you some time alone. You don't really know, but you did it.

You start just walking through the halls, without much of a destination in mind, you just need to get away from here.

It's really hard to walk around on hallways that are made almost completely of foam, so you're more so limited in where you can go. However you end up in the lounge, where it seems everyone is, including Daisuke. There's your destination.

"(Name)!" He yelps, rushing towards you. You flinch, almost completely sure he's going to consume you in a hug, but he stops right in front of you, instead placing one hand on the nape of your neck, and the other on your shoulder.

You recall Anya telling you how he was crying after he had found you, and that he carried you the entire way to the med room. She also told how she had to kick him out of the med room afterwards. He hadn't seen you since.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, his thumb rubbing against the nape of your neck. "Yeah...yeah I'm good." You respond, looking up at him. You're sure you can see Swansea and Jimmy staring at you two from the distance, but right now that doesn't really matter. What matters is that he cares, and he cared, and he's here.

ERM so sorry this took so long to come out I was in the hospital and now my mum is in the hospital so uh, yeah skibidi ik. But I hope you all enjoy this one lol

Make sure you drink water and eat food

Last and Next

[sketchehm]

the idea of humans taking care of a baby vampire is so fascinating. usually it's an older vampire taking care of the new ones, or the new one being on their own with no one to guide them from what ive seen. And how it switches the roles in dteam, making sap and george have to take care of most things instead of dream. also gives me the thought of Dream trying his best to keep them alive once he's more settled into being a vampire. Trying to prevent them from being like him. risking himself to ensure that they are gonna be fine, much to both of their concerns. because what if dream gets killed. what if he dies again. would he just come back again? can he even die anymore? they dont wanna find out

(also thinking of this AU mixed with the mafia mafia AU. once more with Dream dying, potentially during the exchange. Team gets to keep the body and they prepare a funeral and all but before it can happen, dream is awake.)

You have no idea how much mindless world building has been going through my head...

Playing on the notion of the different ways people can be turned from folklore, how I'm having this play out in this world, there are multiple ways to be turned, Vampires are a known Monster. But most of the other methods are thought to be just ways to get children to behave, how to be a model citizen, myths really. Mostly because...no one really notices when someone goes through these transformations unbit. It's always assumed that a rogue vampire was bit and abandoned by its sire, left to cause havoc in their town.

Yet...I'm thinking most "rogue" vampires, ones who lose their sense of rationality, are these unbit vampires. Going rogue because they have no Sire. No one to help them through this vampiric process. Unable to obtain most vampire features without a Sire's blood. No sharpen fangs to help them hunt and no supernatural powers to aid them in survival. Going after mainly livestock and unknowning passerbys...

Like I stated before, it's thought in folklore that vampires just crave to be dead and killing them is a mercy and I wanna say that's true for these rogue vampires. While they do lose their sense of rationality and rely on their hunger instinct, they're also bombarded with dreadful longing of someone they don't and will never have. Constantly hit with utter despair and sorrow and loneliness. In truth, they rather die again then having to be undead and full of this dreadful void inside of them. Getting more and more reckless so the hunters can finally give them peace....

Which leads us to Dream's unique circumstance!

Technically he is considered a rogue vampire with the lack of a Sire, but!!! He isn't alone.

Like there's a lot of things that come into Dream's favor besides having such two loving people by his side. The main one is their town being highly old fashion and always believing in the superstition. There just happens to be a lot more information about these unbitten vampires because the townsfolk are so highly keen with their ancestors warnings and stories.

It's why Sapnap believes more in the "curse" than George. Perhaps George was abandoned at this town and was able find Sapnap and Dream and the three of them have been together ever since. But Sapnap grew up there. He believes in it as much as any other townsfolk. Dream was always skeptical but that was more the underlying fear of being turned himself...he knew what he was doing and just wanted it to not be true...

But thankfully, a superstitious town can provide solutions other than killing said vampire. Such as luring the vampire into a forest for one.

Dream is still faced with the instinct of a baby vampire craving for a Sire, but what ends up happening are these instincts basically imprinting on George and Sapnap. It's like....a baby duckling in the fullest. A freshly turned vampire will usually see their Sire and immediately imprint on them, forming that mental connection, they know they're a vampire off the bat and know what to do as a fledgling, the Sire's blood reinforcing that and helping them develop further.

But Dream's instincts imprints on two humans.

And after the stare off they all had with each other(all the time his instincts need to imprint), these two humans are hugging him so tight and are so warm and they're crying oh no! Why are they so sad :(!! He wants to make them happy!!

His instinct go kinda crazy in loving Sapnap and George, something Dream already fundamently feels. It's Dream's rational brain that is...weary of such intense feelings. Loving George and Sapnap felt like breathing air, needed but always subconsciously happening, didn't even have to think about it. But now it's this little voice constantly begging and yearning and missing them!! Being so happy when they bring him blood, basically to the point of tears from the gratitude he feels. They take so good care of him!!!

And it's a George and Sapnap...not feeling too bothered by this new-ish Dream. They /like/ Dream relying on them. It feels good to provide for him. After all this time of Dream taking care of them...which lead to his death...well! They're gonna take responsibility and make sure hiss...unliving life is the best as they can make it!! If they can...get him to stop crying and whining when they have to go back to the town before daybreak...Dream...Dream please we'll be back, just go to sleep, look how cozy we made this cave for you....OK ok we'll stay until you fall asleep of course...yes you can hold our hands.....

The two of them need to go get their own food (unable to share their catches with Dream, his bite poisoning any meat he bites into....at least that's what they were told...) and do more research on how to help Dream (and protect themselves). Trying to find ways to prepare for winter. Already building up stock of winter clothes and supplies to build a more suitable shelter for Dream.

I want to say their initial weariness of Dream doesn't last too long. But it's always this excuse they have on what Dream isn't allowed to have or do certain things. They use Dream's vampirism as a way to keep him just for themselves, for as long as they can...Dream isn't allowed to hunt because what if it triggers something in him and then he turns on them! Dream needs to kneel and be patient and have the catch put in his mouth, he can't be food aggressive! He can't let his hunger take hold of his mind, he needs to practice being good and patient now!! It's turns...very possessive very fast lmao

Which is like. On par with Sires. Something else I can mess with really...(fledglings just innately having whoever they imprinted on Want to take care of them...it's subtle and not noticeable really to the person, but a real difference is noticeable to anyone else)

But Dream wants to give back. After a while of being taken care of and finally getting his wits about him, instincts settling enough to see how George and Sapnap are wearing themselves thin....His constant worries of them turning out like him scares him too. The more pressing of his instincts flaring and upset at the thoughts of Sapnap and George potentially dying. Dream can't take care of them as a rogue vampire if they're also rogue vampires!! What if they die and he never finds out!!! What if the town gets to their bodies before he can...they'll burn them to a crisp before they can even have a chance of waking up again...he can't let that happen.

It's a mess in his mind too and comes to the conclusion he needs to make it easier on them. Building his own makeshift traps to catch rabbits and other small prey. Growing confident that if he can provide for himself he can provide for them too :)!! Trying to help further build the shelter into something Sapnap and George can stay in forever with him!! With him...forever...where they can all be safe and happy...

And he's proudly showing Sapnap and George everything he's done. Showing his Sires how good of a fledgling he is :)!!

Sapnap and George....are basically horrified. Interrogating where Dream got certain supplies ("In...the town...but I wasn't seen I swear!! I know you guys were talking about needing this and and...") and where he got food like chickens and obviously domesticated ducks and rabbits ("well it...you know that farm...but it was really easy and they'll think it was a fox really! I...wasn't seen! I made sure!!")

And Dream can already feel his inner fledgling cowering. He made them mad and worried and sad and disappointed...he's a bad fledgling....

But George and Sapnap will shower him in affection but not approval, holding him so close between the two. He can't leave the forest, you never know what might happen, you can never be too sure!! We already did the research, you need to trust us, you don't have a regular vampire's powers, but we'll take care of you, please Dream...what if we lose You.../again/...we can't get you back another time. Please Dream. We'll be safe we promise

"Promise...?"

"Just for you. We won't leave you alone." George's voice is so reassuring and Dream knows he can trust it...

"Forever together?"

"Forever." Sapnaps voice has no hesitation and is so earnest and genuine. Something that Dream knows he can trust it...

But Dream's instincts knows his Sires aren't immortal. Dream knows himself they're just humans. Even if Dream is just as vulnerable as them, he can't bear the thought of something happening to them. They need to stay here with him....and he'll figure it out somehow...

Anyways! Mafia au side track :3

Funny enough, suicide was also another folklore reasoning for turning into a vampire :^) (along with being a criminal, or being super depressed and alone. Or a premature/sudden death)

Q who just shot Dream after seeing all the commotion happening, before being shot himself.

Sapnap screaming and running towards Dream and begging he stays awake. The other mafia members rushing towards them. Sapnap screaming at all of them to go away, they cause this, this is their fault any of this happened.

George being able to drag Sapnap away from Dream's body screaming and crying to let him go. Having to knock him out to take him back home...if he will even consider it home after this...

I imagine the guys preparing Dream's body and trying to have it bless so he doesn't come back undead. They super believe in all of it and are wanting to take every precaution. But Sapnap refusing for any of them to do anything. He doesn't want them near Dream. They can fuck right off. He'll bury Dream himself if he has to.

It's Dream groggily sitting up asking why they're all screaming....(and then they all start truly screaming)

[erinwantstowrite]

It's so amazing how your fanfiction has consumed my mind every waking hour LMAO I'm just that one TikTok audio that goes: ERINNNN DROP ANOTHER LoF CHAPTER AND MY LIFE IS YOURRSSS 👹👹👹👹

Jokes aside. Here goes my question! I saw you said somewhere that LoF would have three parts (if I'm not mistaken). How long do you think they'll be? (Chapter wise) will we see other characters in those stories that we haven't seen yet in this one? Or we are going to keep the same cast. I'm just so curious about what is the thought process behind!

(sorry if this is not so good, I don't really speak English but I really like your story!)

(Your English is great, don't worry about it!)

LoF is going to have three parts, yeah!

Leap of Faith (Catch Me, if You Can)

In This Continuum (Everything Comes Back)

The Only Way (That I Can Be)

The chapter count is always changing because my outline loves to change on me, which is why I don't have it set on ao3 yet and it's currently got the "10/?" But!! Right now, LoF might be 17 chapters. As for the other 2, I don't quite know yet. There's a lot that I want to include, and it would take me writing the outlines to know for sure, but I'd assume they'd be around the same length as LoF. I won't know until LoF is finished and I start on ITC and then TOW

And we do get to see new characters that we haven't seen yet! In a couple upcoming chapters, we'll see some other DC characters show up. ITC will have MJ and Harry make an appearance, and both ITC and TOW will have some classic villains show up from both worlds :3 And while we do have new characters coming in, we keep the same cast. The world just gets a little bigger!

[bl-bracket]

Anyways I was going to make a post about the process of picking bracket topics and whatnot and was trying to come up with some examples of types of topics that would or wouldn't work and for whatever reason I thought of the concept of a "best murderer bracket" and I can't stop thinking about it lmao

it's just like such a funny concept? the idea of fictional murderers battling it out, especially ones from bls (which like I don't think is most people who are not super familiar with the genre as having a lot of characters who have killed people) is just funny in like an absurd way. like abstracting yourself from tumblr and tournament blogs, the idea of telling someone else that there's a tournament going for fictional murderers from east asian mlm tv shows, a genre that for several years was primarily shows about high school and uni students.

anyways that devolved into thinking about it more seriously, and then deciding a more practical way of doing it would to make some kind of directory of bl murderers. which would then lead to a lot of interesting statistical analysis, like characters with highest on screen kill counts, which countries have the highest proportion of fictional killers, etc. you can then make a separate category for characters with implied kills that aren't explicitly shown on screen or vague. and you could track how the number increases over time, which I assume exponentially goes up as more bls are exploring darker and more serious genres.

anyways back to the country stats, I started thinking about what the breakdown would look like so here's my guess based on zero research and just my general knowledge of shows

China. While having very few bls (censored or otherwise), they have a very unfair advantage and that is genre conventions. The 3 biggest Chinese bls I can think of are: The Untamed, Word of Honor, and Guardian. With The Untamed and Word of Honor, the conventions of xianxia and wuxia genres means that there are a lot of characters and almost all of them have killed before (usually nameless canon fodder but still). And then with Guardian, it's a supernatural detective mystery show with murder plots in it and a lot of characters, which again leads to a pretty high kill count. So even only counting these 3 shows, China will probably have the most killers in bl, or at the very least most kills done.

Thailand. It's a numbers game on this one. There's just so many Thai bls and an increasing number of like detective or mafia ones. A show like Kinnporsche has a lot of killers and deaths. Then there's other shows that include a few murderers (but less than Kinnporsche) like The Sign, Manner of Death, 4 Minutes, 3 Will Be Free, Never Let Me Go (Palm did shoot a couple guys dead elt's nto forget), Dead Friend Forever, etc. However the numbers also hurt Thailand in terms of proportions, since there's a lot more Thai bls that don't have murder, so it actually might be 3rd.

Japan. You're not getting much murder from your Cherry Magics and Old Fashion Cupcakes, which is what a significant portion of bl fan's primary exposure to Japanese bl is, but let's not forget that there's a lot of dark Japanese bls where murder is definitely on the table. Now I don't actually have a good gauge of what the numbers on this is, cause I haven't really delved that deep into this corner of the bl market, so I can't make a good estimation but I bet there's more than I'm aware of.

Taiwan. They've got a couple of mafia shows like HIStory 3: Trapped and Kiseki: Dear to Me, both of which have some implied and explicit murder (though less then you would expect if we're honest). That'll give them a few kills and they also have a relatively smaller pool of shows to pull from, meaning percentage wise it's a bit higher.

South Korea. Ok I am far from an expert of bls from South Korea, but unless there's like obscure short films I'm not aware of, the only drama I can think of from here with kills is Long Time No See? or I guess The Director Who Buys Me Dinner has like 1.5 murders? anyways Korea also has a not insignificant amount of bls to their name so proportionally it will be quite low.

The Philippines. Out of all the countries on this list, I am least familiar with the bls from here, but from what I've gathered during my routine mdl searches, basically all of them seem to be murder-free (unless of course there's some shocking plot twists in them)

anyways I'll probably never do this project just cause it would require a lot of time and collaborative effort and I've got a lot irl going on right now (hence why the submission period for most whipped is so long lol) and also have some other projects I'm already planning on doing so I don't really have time to do it. but I wanted to tell y'all about my thoughts on the matter.

also sorry if this is the weirdest thing I've ever posted. kinda had a major stress breakdown today but then resolved it relatively quickly cause I realized I could just reschedule the life altering appointment that was causing the breakdown lmao so I'm in a strange frame of mind lol

[lillypad-monopoly]

Wild Life Episode 4 Thoughts

once again horrendously late but this time I have no excuse

Hey they won't have to worry about lag this session since that's the gimmick for the first half. (also yay for a non-lethal wildcard!)

Joel responding pog in the chat for Etho dying and then correcting himself when he'd fully processed it was Etho had me in stitches. The number of emotions I went through about that in three seconds flat are unbelievable.

WHAT IS GEM AND JOEL'S RELATIONSHIP?! I was assuming siblings but Grian just called them husband and wife so at this point idk. Pick a canon guys.

The BigB content in other people's episodes this session was fantastic! He plotted with Grian and Ren and Martyn, and the Double Life feels are strong! I was never particularly invested in that DL plotline but I'm happy for the people who are getting so much good content b/c of this.

I can't belive Grian showed Jimmy how to use the trap and was surprised when he took the oppertunuty smh. You had that one coming

Grian destroying Scar's reputation board and then sleeping in his bed is the mixed signals desert duo I LIVE FOR

As someone who watches EVERYTHING on 2x speed I have to disagree with Martyn that it's completely disorienting

Ren's American accent attempt just makes him sound like Goofy actually

I watched the Martyn accidentally kills Jimmy bit like 3 times and I still have no idea what's going on

Bdubs calling out Etho on joining the family is everything.

Etho spending one hour of a three hour recording session mining is hilarious. He committed so hard he chose preparedness over content and I respect that.

Joel is such a wifeguy oh my gosh. Giving Lizzie 11 diamonds, spending half the episode trying to do the romance movie thing with her, agreeing to defend Etho without hesitation twice

Scott and Cleo both offering up a life for Pearl! Scott and Cleo are both so sacrificial that I'm not surprised but it's still such a good relationship moment for them.

Also Scott implicitly saying all is forgiven from previous seasons and they're back together as a group I love him sooo much. Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss is healing guys <3

I think Lizzie getting obsessed with eating a weird food item is just part of her character now (also love her actually being the first person ever to be saved by a suspicious stew)

The way Lizzie unknowingly had the idea for the Green Lives Club and then decided not to do it. I would have killed to see her try and then have Cleo, Scott or Pearl be like "I know how this goes."

Lizzie being the most competent of her allies was not what I expected from the Bamboozlers, but I am living for it. They're such a good teamup.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

omg??? Why am I already tearing up over this fic???

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IDK but I'm glad!!!

78 for 🪞:

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A very new, very much still getting to know each other couple. That hardly seems to factor into a decision like this. 

“You’re serious,” Buck says. 

“As serious as you were when you suggested it to us,” Bobby replies.

“You think I could do it?” Buck asks. 

Bobby smiles. “I do. But it’s a big decision. Huge. Don’t jump in either direction without thinking it through.”

Buck feels a little frozen. He did not come here thinking this was an option he’d live with. He’d counted himself out. Assumed he wasn’t a plausible choice. But something wriggles around in his brain at the thought of being the person to do this. Something positive. He’s always wanted to be a father. He hadn’t exactly considered this pathway. But why not? This is pretty much the age he met Christopher, and Christopher isn’t biologically his, and he couldn’t love that kid any more. He knows he could feel the same way about another kid, the right kid. And this does seem sort of… Serendipitous? 

“And you know...” Bobby continues. “Whatever you decide, you have a whole family of people here who support you and who would help you.”

Buck’s shoulders sag a little. 

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

He has a lot to think about now. 

▪️▪️▪️

Wrestling with a big question about his life, Buck goes to the next most important person he has to factor into his decision-making. Eddie. 

“Do you think I could adopt a kid?” Buck asks when he shows up to Eddie’s, unannounced, directly after leaving Bobby and Athena’s apartment.

Eddie blinks, clearly thrown. He’s sitting in his living room folding laundry in front of the television. 

“Is this about Pipe Baby?” He asks.

“Her name is Dove,” Buck reminds him. “And yes.”

“Dove,” Eddie amends. “I’m not sure what you’re asking, Buck.”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you asking if you are actually able to adopt a child or if I think you’d be good at it?” Eddie asks. 

“Both?” Buck asks, walking into the living room to flop down on the couch beside Eddie.

“Well, I don’t know anything about the process,” Eddie says. “So to the first point, I have no clue. To the second point, you already know what I think.”

“I do?” Buck asks.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I didn’t make you Christopher’s guardian in the case of my death because I think you’d be a shitty parent.”

Right. Eddie has a lot of faith in him. 

“But that’s Christopher,” Buck points out. “I already know him.”

Buck has already thought about this, of course. He just wants Eddie’s opinion.

“But you didn’t always,” Eddie says. “And you always treated him like he was important and capable and worth getting to know, anyway.”

“Because he is,” Buck replies.

“You don’t think she is, too?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah. I do think she probably is,” Buck admits.

“Then there you go.”

“That easy, huh?” Buck asks.

“That easy,” Eddie answers.

“You’re not going to try and talk me out of it? Tell me how hard it’ll be?”

Eddie shrugs, focusing back on his laundry. “You can ask Hen how hard it’ll be. She knows better than anyone. As for talking you out of it? I know how you are when you get your head fixated on a problem.”