#Y'all cannot be this blind to the writing in the game

[wonuwrites]

are you still looking for MTL suggestions? how about MTL likely to have the rest of the group scheme to get them a date.

so like Most = the guy with zero rizz. he's shy or awkward or both but he needs all the help he can get. or he's the dummy who doesn't know he's in love. the members all "casually" DM you on the same day to see what you're doing on the day that he has open.

Least = this guy pulls. the members don't even know who he's out with, or if it's the same person every time, just that he's always out. the members trying to get him a date would actually backfire by throwing him off his game. their hijinks would be disastrous and he would be mortified but his blushing is so cute you still agree to a date. this man cannot be stopped.

Always looking MTL suggestions and sooo excited for this LOLOLOL. Thank you for asking for a MTL <3

Warnings: mostly fluffy but def some will be suggestive. *Cough Cough MINGYU Cough Cough*

A/N: I hope I did this the way you wanted if you wanted it to be written. also I'll be adding "songs" I was listening to while writing each of their parts to their name. For example:

Wonwoo (song linked is Message In A Bottle by Taylor Swift)

just doing so bc sharing music is a love language of mine and getting 13 chances to do that is awesome imo <3 LOL

before we begin I do want to say something: I do think all members have a bit of rizz to them. I think if they were presented with an opportunity they would kill it. I mean, they have MILLIONS of people who love them because they are them. The way I wrote this is based on my interpretations on how they've done things with Nana Tour and GoSe episodes. Please note this may differ from what others may see. Please let me know what y'all think after reading it. <3 ok let's start :D

M O S T

✫ Woozi *song note: this song has nothing to do with this one shot but ye*

Jihoon is one of those weird ones where he can charm people like nobody's business but idk I feel like he is really into his work so dating or anything like that is at the bottom of the barrel at the this point. I can see if he were to have a crush on someone, he would love them from afar because he doesn't want to ruin things with you but also not with his work. Due to this thought process is why I have him at first. He would NEED the members to step in because honestly, he could be okay with just loving you from afar. I could see members setting up blind dates for him actually. I could see all 12 of them trying so hard to be a wingman but honestly it was up to him whether or not he would want to have extra commitment at the time or not. Let's say a blind date did happen and you were the apple of his eye and all the members were in on it. I feel like it would be the most adorable yet most awkward date because of nerves and everything like that. He thought you were pretty and tbh, so did you. You thought he was cute as hell (which you are right.) If the date went well, he would def be the one to ask you for a second date and your number if he didn't already have it. <3

✫ Jun *song note: I'm obsessed with this song.*

I was debating on putting Jun and Jihoon at most for the longest time. Like I said in my Authors Note, I do think all of them have some type of rizz or whatever but Jun is one of the more quiet and shy members. The reasons I have him second is because I feel like he would like people that intimidate him at first meeting? haha. According to his K Profile he likes "someone who looks pure. He also likes sexy girls." So take that as you will. Anyways, I feel like he'd be a bit shy if he liked someone at first and would really be in his head about it. The members would literally drag him to your first date and if there was an outing with you they would always make sure you two were near each other. After a few awkward moments of adorable giggles and glances at each other, you both went on a double date with one of the other members (tbh probably Soonyoung or Minghao) and it was at that moment all the anxieties had went out the window. Over time, he became more confident and comfortable with your budding relationship. so sorry this is all jumbled, I had no inspo for this one :(

✫ Seungkwan *song note: the last NCT 127 I genuinely liked :(*

Seungkwan is pretty extroverted but he gets into his head a lot so out of all the members I can actually see him asking one of his hyungs to help him out. LOL. He just trusts his hyungs for the most part and he really wanted to be yours but he was afraid. He would try to act confident at all times but when it came to you he was a shy bean. He would probably have Seokmin or Jeonghan help him out if he were to personally ask for help. ngl, I can also see Mingyu trying to help him out as well but it would be more of a "I want Boo Seungkwan to be happy and I'm tired of him not making a move." After the guys planned a date for y'all, similarly to Jun his anxieties lightened up. He was enchanted for this moment and he was hoping you were also enchanted.

✫ S Coups *song name: this was high school and i miss hearing it on the bus*

Look, Seungcheol has got rizz, we all know this. HEAR ME OUT THO. There was a thing I saw a few weeks ago where he said he was sad because one day he would break million of carats hearts when he gets married which :') (PRECIOUS.) So because of this I feel like that's his mentality right now where he doesn't want to hurt anyone plus his main focus is Seventeen. I feel like he'd be the member where if he had a crush on you, he rather admire from a distant instead of hurting you because idol life and fear of what dating news would be like. I feel like Seventeen would hate seeing him hurt himself in process of trying not to hurt you but they could see his unintentional cold shoulder to you would be killing you inside. One day, Joshua couldn't handle it anymore and just texted both of you to meet at a restaurant to meet up and just see how things go. Which it did as everyone but you two assumed would. help this gives me a one shot idea. if someone wants it pls let me know xo

✫ Hoshi *song note: ngl I might make a oneshot with Soonyoung with this song in future*

Soonyoung is such a wild card so I put him in a category of "could go either way" along with Minghao and Wonwoo. With Soonyoung I feel like he is someone that would not have trouble in dating or getting numbers but I also know he is a bit more shy and reserved around others that he doesn't know so he wouldn't mind if other members got involved. I feel like he'd be more chill about their help then Wonwoo and Minghao. I think it wouldn't even matter which member or members were to help him out. He'd just be grateful for the support from them. If it was from members, it would mostly be a blind date where neither of you really knew each other but if you were friends with one of the members already he'd be a bit more comfortable. If your date was because of him, expect a very blushy Soonyoung who would be smiley the whole time because someone as special as you agreed to spend a few hours with someone like him.

✫ Minghao *song note: this is my fave song atm*

Minghao like I said in Soonyoung's part is part of my "it could go either way" line. I feel like unlike Soonyoung it would matter who helped him out because I feel like he'd ask for advice from the older members or the 97 line on what he should do. I feel like he would want to pursue you but he would be nervous about rejection which... who in their right mind would ever reject him?! Anyways, that would be why he would go seeking for help. I feel like once he got over that hurdle of self doubt and lands a date with you with the help of Jun he would be such a gentleman and you would wonder how in the world you were able to meet someone as amazing as Xu Minghao.

✫ Wonwoo

The final member of the "it could go either way" is the handsome as HELL member Jeon Wonwoo. (yes they are all handsome as hell but I am so whipped for him it's not okay.) With Wonwoo, I feel like he would admire from afar for a while and debate on if he would want to pursue someone or not. From what I've read online, it takes him awhile to get used to people which is why it would take him a month or so to see what he wants. Which is why his members would get involved. Some members, ie Hip Hop Unit (especially Seungcheol) might get impatient with is prolonged plan and would message you and invite you to an event with them. While at the event, they would try to subtly make sure that you both were near each other the whole time. I can see Seungcheol smirking if you both started to talk throughout the night and ignoring everyone else in the process. Mission accomplished.

me after i saw this gif

✫ Jeonghan *song note: I'm not even sorry about this song. it's a bop*

Now we are getting into the "members that don't need help" category. I feel like it is perfect to start it off with Yoon Jeonghan. Jeonghan has such a loving personality and has rizz that makes anyone blush. Don't believe me? Watch him with Hyungwon from Monsta X LMAOOOOO Anyways, I feel like if he likes you he would tease you like a school yard kid. Some might find it strange but it would win you over and have you tease him back as well. Bottom line you both would be leaving said conversations with new phone numbers in your phone afterwards.

✫ Joshua *song note: Help this song just gave me inspo for a Joshua one shot o.o*

Hong Jisoo is such a flirt, if you don't agree you can argue with the freaking wall. He would have you kicking your feet by just saying hello LMAO. He might act shy but we know homie is an extrovert and honestly I could see him pulling an Ariana Grande with you. "I see it, I want it, I got it." but of course make it *gentleman-y* He would come up to you first and would ask you questions and would just have you smiling and honestly as would you. Anyone looking would have thought y'all have known each other forever.

✫ Vernon *song note: this song is song of all songs*

Hansol doesn't need ANY help when it comes to dating but he's similar to Wonwoo where he is very selective to who he dates. He's the type of guy if he likes somebody, he will tell them or just pursue him. I can see him being one of the most casual members when it comes to asking you to go on a date or to be his. He'd ask you what you like to do and then would say something along the lines, "oh cool, would you like to do that sometime with me?" He would be all smiles if you said sure and honestly, it would surprise some of his members how good he was at getting dates. But then again, they all were obsessed with his charms as well so????

✫ Dokyeom *song note: hot people are swarats. (Swifite x Carats)*

For the final three we are in the "they def fuck" category LOL. I know Seokmin seems like a wild card pick but hear me out. I feel like even though he is introverted, he is also outgoing and not afraid to make connections. Plus he is part of the 97 group chat and idk to me the majority of that line just drip with rizz and able to get dates. I feel like Seokmin is similar to Jeonghan where his loving personality and just how he is makes people swoon. At first you were hesitant when you first became acquainted with him. You thought he was too good to be true. When you told him that, he would be taken aback and do everything in his power to show you that he was serious about you. idk how i feel about this one, I might come back and rewrite this or do a drabble later

✫ Dino *song note: this is my husband. yes he makes baby making music.*

pls don't tell him wait~~ sorry. anywhore. LEE CHAN fucks but also is a lover boy. I could end it there but that would be boring and Dinonara's deserve better. To be fair, if it wasn't for Wait he would not have been this low but Wait was just wow. Chan just has an aura where he would be such a tease to his significant other or his future partner. I can see him being a mashup of Mingyu, Jeonghan, and Joshua. He would be such an annoying flirt and would laugh or smirk if it made you flustered. Even if it came of cocky, it worked pretty well on his behalf. His members still would tease him regardless of the outcome too.

✫ Mingyu *Song Note: :) :) :) I love this song*

Kim Mingyu. This man fucks and it's delulu to think he does not. It's honestly weird when I think about Mingyu. I mean this respectfully when I say he gives such fuck boy x house husband vibes and sometimes it pisses me off. That's an aries for you tho. LMAO. Anyways, it's almost impossible to not fall in love with Mingyu. Not only is he super attractive but he also is just genuinely so nice which is why he would not struggle. Even if it is easy for him, if he was with you. He was with. you. He would be so down bad and would constantly compliment, flirt, and just love you. It would be as simple as basic math to him.

this took so much longer than I thought it would. I hope I did it the way you wanted me too <33

[bad268]

Hello my friend! I've recently discovered your work for the frog boys and also saw you have requests open (if this isn't true anymore I'm terribly sorry!) I was wondering if you could write something about Pezzy (and maybe the rest of the frog house included if you want) playing horror games with his s/o? Have a good day!

Scared in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (I decided to make this part of [Blank] in Love. I could be read alone though. Thank you my friend <3)

Warnings: Horror games

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1027 (about 250 each)

Summary: Horror games are scary, who knew?

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Technically can be read alone, but Part 4 <-

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Puffer (At Dead of Night)

“This is stupid! All we’re doing is running from a bald guy,” I laughed as I controlled the movements in the game as we ran between rooms. Puffer had been asked to play At Dead of Night. Despite knowing he did not like horror games, he agreed as long as I was there for it. Neither of us had heard much of this game, and so far it was pretty boring. “Am I supposed to lock this door?”

“Maybe? Isn’t the guy chasing you?” Puffer answered as he leaned closer to the screen. He broke his glasses recently, so he was blind for this stream, and that’s the main reason he asked me to join. “Wait, why is that light flickering?”

“Like I know,” I scoffed as I immediately moved toward it. Nothing happened. “See chat, y'all just be hyping up this game, and it's plain.” I turned around in the game and jumped in my seat as some random person showed up. “Holy shit!”

“Dr. Bose was accused of the worst crime possible,” Puffer joked with mock seriousness. “We need to go to the ground floor now to see the police lights!” He took over the controls, again leaning close to the screen to see.

“Maybe you shouldn’t speed run out of the room,” I advised.

“Nah, we’ll be fine,” And almost like Jimmy was listening, he jumped out from around the corner to kill us. Puffer jumped back in his chair, causing it to fall back.

“What did I fucking say!?”

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Pezzy (Doors)

“It’s Roblox. How scary can it possibly be?” were going to be my famous last words. I was sure of it.

“I swear to god if one more of these things pulls me out of the closet again, I will throw my controller at the screen!” I shouted as I died once again. 

“Welcome to the club,” Pezzy laughed, “It only gets worse.”

“I’m going to cry,” I joked as I respawned. “This is literally torture! I did not agree to do this!”

“Yes, you did!” Leave it to Pezzy to pull up the receipts in the form of a text you sent him a while ago. He briefly showed it to the camera before clearing his throat, and imitating my voice, “I doubt it’s even that hard. I bet that I could speed run it faster than you.”

“I don’t remember saying that sober,” I admitted as I ran through the doors, ignoring Pezzy’s laugh. “I really don’t. In fact, I think a certain someone stole my phone and texted someone while we were drunk. I wouldn’t put it past you honestly.”

“I cannot believe you would accuse me of such a thing,” Pezzy gasped as he put a hand to his chest. “I seem to remember you bragging about not being scared of anything. You’re eating your words now, huh?”

“Never,” I said definitively. It didn’t last long as, almost immediately, the red skull thing chased me through the rooms. “I swear! PLEASE!”

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Droid (FNAF Help Wanted)

“It’s not even that bad,” I laughed as I glanced at chat while Droid stood behind me playing Five Nights at Freddy’s: Help Wanted. I had played it before since I was practically a FNAF channel, so Droid made it his subgoal to play it when they hit 5,000 subs. Granted, he did not think it would happen that quickly. “Just wait until you get to the third game.”

“You’re kidding me!” He shouted as he frantically looked around the room. “There’s no way it gets worse than this! You’re capping!”

“Nah, you’re just a baby,” I laughed as a highlighted chat caught my eye.

“You should shove him.” it read. Thankfully, he could not read chat while in the game, so I took this as my opportunity. With a smirk, I stood up and walked around to stand behind Droid. Just as the music picked up in the game, I grabbed his shoulders and he was jumpscared. From me and the game as Bonnie jumped out at him. 

He flung his arms back to try and drab me, but I ducked and ran back to my chair. He pulled the headset off and immediately glared at me. He let go of the joycons as he pointed and slowly approached me. 

“I will murder you,” He joked as he leaned down to be at eye level with me. “I will threaten domestic violence live on Twitch.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I joked back as I raised my eyebrows.

“WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! Nah, don’t even!”

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Grizzy (GMod Horror Maps)

“I don’t like the squidward-looking thing or the witches,” I cried as I ran my character through the dark maze. “Why did you mod them in?”

“Because I knew you didn’t like them,” Grizzy laughed as his character followed mine around. “I can remove one of them if you want.”

“Please do,” I laughed as I purposely let myself get killed by Squidward, so I would respawn. Grizzy exited the game to fix the mod as I stayed on the call with him, entertaining his chat. Eventually, he got it changed but did not tell me what he put in. 

“Can I know what was spawned?” I asked as I reloaded the game. I had to update it since the mods changed, and I got stuck on the loading screen for a minute. I thought he would have told me at that point, but no. When I loaded into the game, I saw a hoard of witches immediately. I slowly looked over to Discord to see Grizzy’s face cam, and of course, he’s got that malicious smile. “I will murder you.”

“You always say you could outrun the witches,” Grizzy laughed as his character also loaded it. As soon as he spawned, he threw a bomb at the group. “I’m testing you.”

I screamed as I ran my character the opposite way through the maze, “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“See!? It’s not so easy, huh?” Grizzly laughed as he watched my character run. ”What are you mumbling?”

“California girls were unforgettable,” I said a little louder than before as my voice got higher. “Daisy dukes bikinis on top.”

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[filzmonster]

If you’re doing the ask game: Gilbert Nightray?

any excuse to talk about Gilbert Nightray tbh

First impression: I saw him being angsty in the rain during the intro for 0.2 seconds and I just knew he was going to be my fave.

Impression now: Honestly, it's been over ten years and I still can't really put into words how much this fictional character means to me.

To me, he has one of the most interesting, most well crafted character journeys I've ever seen. The way his entire loyalty complex is depicted, established and developed is something that still touches me very deeply. How he struggles with but ultimately pushes through his issues is just ,,,,,,,,, hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ,,,,,,,,, dare I say inspiring? Also, he got a lot of cool moments throughout the series and I'm very thankful for that <3

Favourite moment: This was a tough one because there are so manyyyyyyyy. But I'm gonna go with the one that impressed me the most from a 'the way this story is written' pov and that's the one where he shows up and saves Break from Fang and Lilly. I don't even know. Just thinking about this scene and the way it was set up - with Gilbert running towards Oz, Vincent manipulating him into thinking Break can take care of himself, his flashbacks to when Break told him to get his priorities straight, with him realizing that Break is blind, with him still chosing to run towards Oz and Vincent's sinister 'good riddance Hatter' smile, and then Gilbert laughing in all of their faces by saying 'screw my priorities, I can chose both' - still gives me chills. I so very clearly remember sitting in my bed at like 3am, reading it for the first time and just losing my mind over Gilbert showing up and kicking him in the back when no one, least of all Break, expected him to do that.

Idea for a story: One day I will write down the 'The Tragedy of Sablier never happend and Gilbert and Vincent and Alice grow up as Baskervilles with Oswald and Jack as their gay parents' story set to Bastille songs I have been dreaming about for 5 years. Y'all just wait.

Unpopular opinion: There should have been a last meaningful conversation between Break and Gilbert before Break dies.

I know a lot of people absolutely love that Break got to spend his last impactful scenes with Oz and Vincent, guiding these two through their last character development steps, but ,,,,,,, but.

It just makes me so mad that up until the very climax of Gilbert's character development (him burning off his left arm and then showing up to stand in front of Glen and declare his loyalty to Oz no matter what) there were so many conversations between these two from the very beginning, the parallels between both of them serving Masters, Break being aware that he is the cautionary tale for Gilbert and trying to guide him, Gilbert showing up and saving him, Break even going all I don't have to worry about him anymore while being chained to a wall, so sure that Gilbert is going to help Oz because even though he saw him shoot Oz he also saw through the compulsion and realized that Gilbert picked his side, Oz' side, and that he would ultimately pull through.

And yet. AND YET. Their last real interaction is Gilbert being furious at Break and blaming him for Oscar's death and then just kind of ignoring him and not even really acknowledging him/his impending death when they part ways in the ruins of Sablier and Break stays behind to die alone in the arms of Reim and Sharon.

Instead the focus is on Vincent and Oz, as if the last 20something volumes of their friendship and connection suddenly didn't matter anymore. I'm still disappointed about this 10 years later apparently, because just like Gilbert I simply cannot let things go.

Favourite relationship: Breakbert Oz. Whatever the hell he has going on with Oz in every shape, form and colour throughout the entire manga. I live and breathe for that shit. The angst, the loyalty, the doubt, the jealousness, the dismissiveness, the fucked-up-ness at times. The way they both trigger their respective issues at the start but then become each other's guiding light to becoming better versions of themselves and then ending up with this beautiful, trusting friendship where they both understand the other better and see them for who the other really is and still chose each other, despite everything. Fuck.

Favourite headcanon: Uff. I fear I am so out of touch with the source material these days that I don't really remember what was actually hinted at in the manga and what was just my interpretation of certain things?

I distantly remember him angsting about doing dirty work for the Nightrays at some point, so I have this headcanon that he worked as some sort of assassin/spy for them for a while? No idea if that's a true headcanon or just my imagination running wild with a throwaway line, but I like the idea of him being actually way more ruthless than he seems and very willing to go to drastical measures for the people he cares about without hesitation.

[colorisbyshe]

Long time follower, and just wanted to say I always appreciated how committed you are to being a good ally to lesbians and genuinely understanding lesbophobia. Also love your longer original posts, you write so clearly and communicate what can’t be thorny or sticky topics really well. Your posts definitely make a difference on a site that can be wildly lesbophobic. Hope you have a lovely weekend.

Another ask from someone else but I figured I'd bundle them together:

As a lesbian, I wanna thank you for that post!! It's so well put and illustrates how it's harmful to Both sides and not Just the one x reader is caring less about... It also is so comforting to see more and more bi sapphics speak out about it lately! I really hope it knocks some sense into people and that the anons aren't too harsh on you,,, Bi and lesbian solidarity!! 🩷💙💜🤝❤️🧡🤍🩷💜

Yeah, I love lesbians with my whole heart and think it's important to really highlight every point of where our lives crossover, reforging our allyship and love for one another, while respecting where things might diverge. The entire point of sharing a community is respecting all our different needs and realizing that you can't help your own group while stomping on others. As a bisexual, I cannot turn a blind eye to lesbophobia when so much biphobia (especially biphobia aimed at women) comes from the same places.

Luckily, I've gotten minimal anons on this issue (just two anons from the same person calling me ignorant--I see you, I am ignoring you), and even if I did... I thrive off of other people's bitterness. It's just a good reminder of what's at stake.

As capitalism and political forces figure out more and more ways to exploit our community, it is more important than ever to a. affirm our allegiances with each other and b. take out any breach within the community--the watering down of language and purpose, the bullying down of barriers (ie what bisexual lesbian does), and any intracommunity bigotry. We don't remain a strong community if we allow ignorant people to play games with identities and movements we've fought hard for.

"Mean" refutation of dumb ideas is more essential than ever and I'm glad to have y'all on my side :3

[its-all-papaya]

WAIT I DIDNT LNOW YOU POSTED AN ASK GAME ive been at work all day and off Tumblr

for selfish reasons can I pleaseeeeee do 31. and ask show/movie recs or your faves because I need new recs !!

I swear the lack of asks was not malicious intent 🫶

get to know me

i knowwwww i was just overreacting bc i was cold and wet and waiting outside my polling place scared. y'all are fiiiiine.

31. free pass (show/movie recs)

i am so rlly sorry to let you know that i am the WORST person to ask this kind of question to bc (as my friends like to say) i am bad at consuming media. i have a really really hard time watching movies bc my brain is broken in a "this is not a productive use of two hours" way? and same thing for shows with plot. i also have the general fucked up attention span that a lot of people in my generation have, which makes it hard to sit through things. i'll give you what i've got but i cannot even pretend that this is high-quality stuff !! you were warned !!

i really love documentaries, so a lot of my favorite media is in that realm. i love learning things. my favorites are FYRE (Netflix fyre fest doc), Athlete A (USA Gymnastics abuse thing), and Shiny Happy People (the Duggars). I've also watched Blackfish about a thousand times and this one doc Pray Away that gave me a borderline panic attack the first time i watched it, but mostly bc it was just like... really A Lot for me (we're going full exvangelical trauma dump tonight in the answers to this ask game for some reason).

if you're looking for movies that are NOT documentaries i am so so sorry to report that my favorite movie is National Treasure and i haven't watched anything new other than hallmark christmas movies in probably years. i saw the Barbie movie in summer of 2023 and it was the first movie i'd paid for since Frozen 2 in 2019.

for TV shows, it's a lottttt of reality TV for me. I've seen every episode of Catfish: The TV Show as well as Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures. I watched three full seasons of Sister Wives while writing anybody, nowhere. I went through a big Project Runway and ANTM phase during early COVID. also binged Love Is Blind as most of us did in 2020 and beyond.

TV shows with plots!!! Bones. it's the only love plot in any media that has ever made me cry. i know it's like... not scientifically correct but idgaf, it's whatever. Glee? unironically, glee is THE THING that began my political conversion. it was the first genuine gay rep i'd ever seen. also i've not talked about this bc it's extremely off-brand but i WAS a theater kid in college. outside of that, i'll go weird fixation mode and watch the entire first season of something before giving up - victims of this phenomenon are One Tree Hill, Desperate Housewives, American Horror Story, Criminal Minds, 90210 and Vampire Diaries. none of which i rlly recommend.

sorry i am so extremely unhelpful. really the only thing i watch is sports (F1 obviously but also MLB, NFL, NBA, WNBA, about every college sport that exists including some you've probably never heard of) and those few reality TV shows that i loop.

i feel awful for this answer. like it will keep me up at night. i'm so so so so so sorry.

[regegade]

Clarification for future's sake

I realize looking at my fics I prolly need to clarify specific hc that will appear in writing/imagry in the future or from past writings about canon ocs (I'll reblog with more if i think of more as we go along)

Deacon - This one is gonna be a bit of a doozy for some to understand but i hattttte deacon's pathological liar arc basically ending in "oh he's honest to the sole bc he cares about them"

One of my parents was a pathological liar. I almost fell into the same trappings. It. is. ingrained. And honestly I find it more interesting to have a liar who literally cannot stop themselves trying to prove themselves a good person then "oh they care about you now so your in the good zone" The thing about these kinda liars is they do believe their lies to the point they can get emotional about it! I get it's a game but the dead wife trope was overused and i decided to add to this

Hense; Reagan. In my lil RPverse she was actually the wife Deacon tell the sole about, but he has to change his story to both make himself look good and to not get his ass beat when her name leaves his mouth.

Idc if you don't think he was intended to really be a pathological liar, most the time liar character like these are poorly written to kinda resemble pathological liars I'm just going with the truth: Pathological liars don't just tell you the truth because they love and care about you, and it's not even always intentional

Arthur Maxson - I actually feel a lot for Maxson while also hating him in game. This is a child soldier forced to take charge of an entire military and trying to rebuild it's glory. My take is the more outside influence he had the more accepting he could be to the outside world. the man is fucking 20 and has basically been running the brotherhood since a teen. The few aus where outside influences are more apart of his life when he's younger might change the outcome of how he treats others (and the outcasts are the worse for his strict viewpoints) I genuinely don't understand how more people hate a 20 year who has had the weight of the world thrown on him from a young age more then any other brotherhood who could eventually change their racist/cruel viewpoints. Genuinely think Maxson could have a redemption are if the circumstances were JUUUUUUUST right. This only happens in aus though. (Oh and he's like sexually attracted to synths bc i also have a sense of humor) No this is not to defend him. I still wanna throw him off the prydwen every time i see him. I see some of y'all call legion fucks your babygirl i get to have that maxson could have been better. 2 years ago i hated androids bc of dbh, now i love them bc synth babies and i'm older then him!

Paladin Danse - I'm sorry Danse only adjusts his tune towards synths after blind betrayal and even that was a struggle LMAOO he won't say as many slurs against ghouls but he still thinks their icky and he never will accept supermutants (which idt he could handle mentally bc of the very implication of his past actions if he did) And the sole giving him dirty look that threaten his very nonexistant soul keep me going

Again these are personal hcs but as their my interpretation of the characters any stories/art might depict them in these ways and as such if you don't like them i would like you to just opt out of my stuff! I'm not gonna change my mind bc of internet strangers and also these are just fun things for characters i otherwise would have zero interest in (I'm not a big fan of most of the brotherhood, hc like these is why i can do a brotherhood run through)

[ludiharambasha]

The amount of people coming to my post spouting nonsense in my comments and reblogs is getting tiring and I want to conclude this because y'all apparently never surpassed high-school sophomore levels of reading comprehension and critical thinking skills. I am sorry that my original post wasn't clear enough, though, and that I noticed it too late, so I'm going to make a few clarifications here, and end my replies to y'all's comments. Also, it won't hurt you to read before you comment, because everyone has incessantly been writing the exact same response to my post. If you have nothing new to add to the conversation, save yourself the energy to write a comment dozens have written already.

To everyone saying that I "misread" the point of the series, that is not true, and you would have realised that have you honestly engaged with what I wrote in the original post. Telling me in a very juvenile fashion, that Coin was actually a fascist and that "an eye for an eye is wrong principle" is the message and that I'm "missing the point of the book" is ironically, you missing the point of what I wrote. Being critical of a narrative, character or narrative thread (in this case, everything that Coin has come to embody) does not mean someone misunderstood said narrative. You can understand the ramifications of a certain narrative and not like it and think it's bad. Shocking, I know.

In fact, I wrote that post because I understood too well that Suzanne Collins was making this silly, empty narrative of "authoritariansm is bad and can come from everywhere, bruh", and wanted to criticise it, especially so because it is a narrative thread form a work that otherwise has good dissections of fascism, generarional trauma, poverty etc; a work I think was very poignant in some other regards. My post expressed my disdain for this type of narrative- a leader of an anti-capitalist revolution being worse than the capitalist. I expressed how this narrative is rooted in the red-scare line of thinking. Not only do I think it is a harmful narrative, but a painfully stale and unoriginal one as well.

First off, an isolated event of violence and a hypothetical violence from people coming from oppressed groups will not, and cannot ever compare to actual prolonged violence of their oppressor. Coin and Snow are not and could never be equally evil. Their actions do not have the same weight. Returning the violence with the same intensity is not the same as someone commiting violence unprovoked, and it is high time we stopped pretending they hold the same weight. Someone pointed out that her name was Coin to indicate that she's the other side of the same coin, and while that is a good interpretation of this work, it is an indication of the "depth" of that idea and that character- an empty platitude a 10-year-old could devise. "An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind" is the ideology of opressors, who want to guilt-trip those they oppress into not retaliating. Capitol has killed countless kids in the games for 70 years and destoryed District 13 to the ground, shoved them all into poverty and exploited them all. How exactly do you overthrow violent regimes without violence?

The thing is, characters like Coin and Gale make westerners (primarily Americans as they have the most military conquests and are the most dominant imperialists today) deeply uncomfortable, because they know that it is their complicity in tyranny that creates such people. They know that, if a revolution of that kind was to happen, it would be their heads on the gillotine, and Suzanne Collins, daughter of a military official, knows that very well. These narratives are the expression of a fear that, yes, the revolutionists are going to come for you as well.

The life and philosophy and background of an author greatly impact the meanings of the texts they create. The first two books were really good, but the third one, while it isn't outright bad, is ripe with neolib apologia. If you really thought that a white military-background rich American woman was going to write a truly class concious text, you are delusional.

I have read The Hunger Games a long time ago (eight or nine years ago?), so bear with me, but the ending (excluding the epilogue) never sat right with me. Katniss shooting president Coin instead of president Snow felt... really strange, and, frankly very American? Like, it felt like those US red-scare propagandistic pieces about "all authoritariansim being evil" for primary schoolers. I also don't understand the plotline of President Coin organising another Hunger Game, with Capitol children in it- it felt like a cheap attempt to make it seem that Snow and Coin are both "equally evil". I've always felt this thematic tread was the weak link in the series.

I cannot explain it, but it always felt like this was an expression of a fear, a uniquely American fear, that the people of the nations they opressed, along with those within their nation that they have opressed as well, will unite against them, burn thwm to the ground, destroy their values and return the "favors" they've been giving the global south, african americans and natives for quite a while. And while THG really did well on some of these fronts, it refused to go all. Why is revenge seen as this big bad?

It may also just be me misremembering things. I liked the books otherwise. Maybe it's time I revisit the series.

[tonberry-yoda]

Hii helloo can i get a matchup please??(ﾉ)・´ω・(ヾ) I would prefer someone from jjba who isn't Hazamada ( i love him but he's literally plastered all over my blogs already) and from parts 1-5! I'd prefer a romantic relationship btw!!

Stuff about me:

I go by she/they pronouns and I'm bisexual. I cry a lot and I'm generally weak for my age. Often people assume I'm younger than I actually am because of how small I am. I like the color pink a lot, I love cute things, horror movies, video games, sanrio, and acessories!! I love styling my hair diffrently every day and I absolutely hate it when people insult it because I work so hard to make it cute yk? I have curly fluffy black hair, dark brown almost black eyes, tan skin, and I'm 4'9 and a half. I prefer people who are smarter than me because I like hearing them explain stuff. I love phsyical affection and getting gifts because to me it's true love if they show how much appreciation and love they have for me. To me people who have soft hands are the greatest people in the world. I like ppl with soft hands because holding hands with them is nice. I like people who talk a whole lot because I'm awkward as hell and when I do talk I overshare a lot lol. Also height doesn't matter to me as long as they have nice hands and good personality. My favorite things to do is play animal crossing, write, collect cute things, and dress up! I literally dress up for anything because I don't care of what people think of me as long as I think I myself as cute. People desrcibe me as the mom friend because i keep almost everything in my bag and all that other motherly stuff yk? My fav animals are the frog, cat, bunny, and duck they're all so cute!! My music taste is a mix of hard rock, slow rock, metal, j-music, lofi, and videogame/movie osts. I like dressing in diffrent aesthetics but i mostly dress cute in pink and I love wearing skirts and earrings! My motto is that you can never go wrong with too many acessories! I love, LOVE over acessorising I personally find it really cute! In love i want someone who's willling to do anything for me (I'll obviously do the same), someone with soft hands, a great personality, someone smarter than me, has the same intrests as me, and someone who's nice and patient with me because I'm a bit slow in the head and have bad eyes to the point of me needing glasses. I often am blind to things in front of me so someone who can point these missing things to me would be nice. I spend money like it's nothing and usually I'm broke or close to being broke to fuel my crippling anime and sanrio addiction. I love going out and shopping which also makes me broke. :(

Anways I hope I didn't overshare and i thank you for matching me up w someone!

hi!!!! omg I LITERALLY HAVE THE PERFECT LITTLE GUY FOR YOU!!! you said no hazamada and i have delivered! so without further ado,

the character I chose for you is...

KOICHI HIROSE!!

LIKE IT'S PERFECT

Y'ALL ARE AT KISSING LEVEL

and you cannot change my mind this man would have THE SOFTEST HANDS

and he's got a great personality frfr

he would think you're adorable

would hold your hand LITERALLY ALL THE TIME

would let you accessorize him

would help you study too

like mans is smart frfr

like this is perfect look at me go

y'all would go on picnics and cute walks

he can and will braid your hair (like he has to be good at it because of his sister and mom)

would definitely go shopping with you and hold your bags for you

would do ANYTHING FOR YOU

like he is head over heels in love

calls you adorable all the time

he definitely has a secret love for hello kitty so there you are

plays animal crossing with you 100%

he would be so patient and kind with you and would never be rude

like he is a perfect guy and would 100000% let you put makeup on him and you find he actually looks really hot with eyeliner

such a sweetheart and will love you for your entire life

~~~

matchup rules --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

[heyimboredtalktome]

I need only Will Solace HCs

If you can like write a bajilion here cause we do not appreciate Will enough and I love him so much

As I've said before, love Will Solace or be obliterated:

A bajilion huh;)

Fighting in two wars as a medic has certainly given him some PTSD, he had to see some pretty gruesome things, so sometimes he struggles with that.

Will is the type of person who will do anything to make you feel comfortable. Even if he's hurting or struggling he'll hide all of it because he never wants to burden anybody else with his problems. He's such a good listener, if you're ever worrying about anything just talk to him and boom he'll make you feel so much better.

Literally everybody in camp asks Will for his advice, even for the most trivial things, it's just feels really good to talk to him, and everybody at camp adores him.

Chiron particularly is very fond of this sunflower boi and like never tells him no, EVER, but mostly because Will never does anything that'll create problems.

He's got a jawline that could cut you in half, he's also got an amazing dimpled smile that could blind you if you're not careful.

Abs. That's it.

Also I remember that there's this scene in The Last Hero in which Piper faints so Annabeth was calling the medic who was playing basketball with the Apollo cabin so I'm assuming that was Will so Will's also a pro at basketball.

Find him with some small flowers in his hair almost always.

The sass.

He's a Texan so like he's so good at riding horses and he also gets along great with the pegasi.

He's a blanket hog, if you're sleeping with him bring an extra blanket or two.

He's the king of pickup lines, so smooooooooth.

He can pick up heavy things, no problem,(for example, idkkkkk his fucking boyfriend) he's like this weighs nothing y'all are just weak.

He's rather touchy with Nico, like gentle and sweet kisses and all that (I've got a post about him randomly kissing Nico's hand which can be found I don't know where) and Nico's like "you're smothering me" and Will's like "good"

You mess with his siblings you're enemy number one be prepare to be destroyed, if you get sick he'll probably let you die or something.

He's got a very strong moral core but he's also very rational and doesn't let his morals hinder his quick-thinking and doesn't waste any of his time in time sensitive issues that's something that comes with him being a medic where every second counts.

He tries to sing, only to make people laugh.

He's a good dancer tho.

Nico basically treats him like his own portable chair, and Will doesn't mind it at all.

He wakes up so fucking early, everybody's like it's still night and he's like "look there is a strip of light along the horizon so it's morning, I'm not early, y'all are just lazy"

He's really good at games like Dobble and Uno.

He loves spicy food.

Whenever he's free and bored he naps beneath a tree or something, he loves being outside.

He loves wearing crop tops and since most of Nico's clothes fit him like crop tops so he does wear Nico's clothes on occasion.

He loves making flower crowns and other flowery stuff and he decorates the Apollo Cabin with them.

Apollo's like really proud of Will, be literally starts sobbing whenever he sees Will (that is kinda canon but like)

He's got a good relationship with his mom, like since he's been at camp for so long and he lives everybody there so much, he doesn't really think of her a lot, but he is a really good son and Naomi loves him a lot.

Cliche but he loves sunflowers he finds them really pretty, and also dark colored roses and snapdragons.

The little kids in camp love him so much and sometimes he and Nico sit with them and tell them stories like myths and their own adventures.

He's so bad at maths like he just sucks.

You cannot differentiate between his handwriting and a dying man's vital stats they're the same thing.

He loves the Italian food that Nico cooks for him.

He will DESTROY the kitchen, do not let him enter if you want your house safe and sound and unburned.

Flannel gay in winters.

He gets really pale during winter, as if someone has leeched all the color from his skin. He's fine but he just doesn't glow like he normally does.

He'll curse you with whatever sickness he wants, do not underestimate this glowy pretty boi.

He's a pretty boi ;)

Will's just an angel who deserves nothing but love and I love him so much.

HEY Y'ALL ITS LOVING AND APPRECIATING WILL SOLACE HOURS AGAIN.

Anyway that's it and I hoped you liked it!✨✨

[planetkiimchi]

study log

21 / 1 / 2022

today i sat at my table and contemplated the meaning of life. transcribing notes is actually really fun because i can see the progress i'm making, and flip through neat notes because my handwriting changes when i put in effort <3

it's the third week of school (if you start in january like you should, but if you're a heathen then it's just for the year), but i can already feel the work piling up.

sitting there and just sort of admiring the spirit of doing homework is so fun. (also, the science definition of 'work' is really funny).

summary: today was less studying, more homework and clearing up my table so i have a conducive environment to work in

playlist: ( my time capsule ) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1EuOsGcbHYMI8y?si=7Xjl1UQxRw6c73G0afkQ3A

check in

so... it has come to my attention that i don't have the time nor the creativity to write daily drabbles so they may become daily ~vibes~ and i'll try to expand them as much as i can. send suggestions if you have any!!! anyway how are you all? have you drank water? eaten (preferably healthily)? slept at least 8 hours? (no bc i only sleep 7.5 but it's okay for me not for y'all). self care tip: bring around a small pouch of essentials (e.g. tissue, wet wipes, phone, wallet, i usually put earphones and sweets) and it'll be so much easier to pack, trust me.

drabble

she was like a storm, tenacious and as fierce as a wolf. the ferocity that came only from knowing pain, from knowing struggles. and her persistence, the way she put her foot down and demanded that life obey her, lest it fall to its knees and do her bidding as a servant. she was strong, courageous, but most of all, she was whole. she had been split apart time and time again and she still stood there, fully whole and scarred from the fractures. and she smiled the glorious smile that made kingdoms crumble and cities tremble, that led countries to their downfall. it was intoxicating, her aura, and if it could have been hidden away like a secret, a cave full of treasures and wonder, they would have done her in. but her spirit roamed free, never crushed underfoot by conquerors. their attitude had no effect on her, only a source of amusement which she enjoyed greatly. partake in the games, her eyes twinkled. flail and flounder and seek help, but receive none. for she fed on their helplessness, feasted on their fear. though she was kind and graceful and honest, she was also a ruler, and there were some times that mercy was not an option; those times, her heart hardened as it had been made to do, and her eyes turned blind to the suffering, her ears deaf to the screams of murderers and criminals. what could have been said but that she was a hurricane? in her own right, she was everything and nothing at once. she built walls that fell when she wanted them to, everyone grovelled at her feet. she answered to no one, and they pleaded for her to listen. yet listen she did, and she did everything she should have and more. a monarch in her own right, blessed not by blood nor inheritance but rather the words of her people, fair and just. let not her appearances deceive you, nor her silence or honeyed words lure you in, let not her promises entice you. speak with caution, hear the wind rustle. and you will have everything or nothing, you cannot have both when faced with a choice. everything is taken from you like the world crashes onto you, bleeding out and the dry desert cries out for help. listen to the cries, heed their advice. only the dead speak the truth.

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Songs that make me think of the Marauders (PART TWO)

(part one)

Everything Happens For A Reason (Madison Beer)

Remus, after the Prank, completely heartbroken and completely confused… when did Sirius stop loving him in that sweet, gentle way he’d always promised to?

When did Sirius start seeing him as the monster he's always sworn Remus isn't?

I used to believe That everything happens for a reason But I just can't find a reason You'd wanna hurt me so bad

Can't get no relief Time moves on with the seasons But I still can't find a reason You'd wanna hurt me so bad

And what in the world did I do to deserve such a pain in my heart? Guess it's true I'm never getting over you

I still love you I still want you I still love you

If You Love Her (Forest Blakk)

This is the song Sirius and Remus play during their first dance. Fight me.

She always has trouble falling asleep And she likes to cuddle while under the sheets She loves pop songs and dancing, and bad trash TV There's still a few other things She loves love notes and babies and likes giving gifts Has a hard time accepting a good compliment She loves her whole family and all of her friends So if you're the one she lets in

Kiss her with passion as much as you can Run your hands through her hair whenever she's sad And when she doesn't notice how pretty she is Tell her over and over, so she never forgets

Take it If she gives you her heart, don't you break it Let your arms be a place she feels safe in She's the best thing that you'll ever have On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in Stand side by side and you'll make it She'll love you if you love her like that

cowboy like me (Taylor Swift)

Sirius and Remus go on the run together after James’ death. Not at first - they meet up in a bar about three months after. But after that three months they’re inseparable again - desperately in love, playing Robin Hood, driving a blue Mustang into the sunset - they’re miserable, sure, but they’re also very good at pretending they’re not.

And you asked me to dance But I said, "dancing is a dangerous game" Oh, I thought, this is gonna be one of those things I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me Never wanted love, just a fancy car Now I'm waiting by the phone

Perched in the dark Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear Like it could be love I could be the way forward, only if they pay for it You're a bandit like me, eyes full of stars Hustling for the good life Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love We could be the way forward, and I know I'll pay for it

And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to mess this up And the old men that I've swindled really did believe I was the one And the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town But that was all before I locked it down Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon With your boots beneath my bed Forever is the sweetest con

And I'm never gonna love again I'm never gonna love again

no body, no crime (Taylor Swift)

Sirius Black’s soulmate, James Potter, is dead. And Sirius knows who did it.

He just can’t prove it.

(I rewrote it for y'all. You're welcome.)

Cell Block Tango (from "Chicago")

The Dark Marauders. James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Lily, Severus, and Regulus - performing uselessly sensual dance routines in Azkaban because why the fuck not? Their Dark Lord is dead, and all they have left of him is their loyalty and a bout of snakes and skulls on their arms.

(Wrote this one too. Again, you're welcome.)

Broken Bones (KALEO)

Remus Lupin is a werewolf, and every full moon, this song runs through his mind as James and Sirius envelop his naked body in their arms and tell him he’s beautiful, and so so good, and they’ll love him forever and ever and ever, they promise. And for a single, measley second every time, Remus believes them.

Hoping things might go my way Some might say I talk loud, see if I care Unlike them, don't walk away from my fear I've busted bones, broken stones, looked the devil in the eye I hope he's going to break these chains

Another hard day, no water, no rest I saw my chance, so I got him at last I took his six shooter, put two in his chest He'll never say a word no more The devil got him good for sure

Ain't got no place to call a home Only chains and broken bones Ain't got no place to call a home So come on lord, won't you take me now? So come on lord, what you waiting for?

Oh, the devil's going to make me a free man The devil's going to set me free The devil's going to make me a free man The devil's going to set me free...

traitor (Olivia Rodrigo)

Sirius is innocent. Remus believes that. Remus knows that. He knows it. Because he doesn’t know how he’ll live if he’s wrong. Well, okay, he knows -

He won’t.

Brown guilty eyes and little white lies Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew That you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse I kept quiet so I could keep you

And ain't it funny how you ran And ain't it funny how you said you were friends? Now it sure as hell don't look like it

Ain't it funny all the twisted games All the questions you used to avoid?

Ain't it funny? Remember I brought her up, and you told me I was paranoid

You betrayed me And I know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter

God, I wish that you had thought this through Before I went and fell in love with you When she's sleeping in the bed we made Don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me

Never Not (Lauv)

The Marauders, slowly breaking apart over the years. James and Lily settle in London, and Sirius and Remus run off to travel the world. They split off somewhere in Asia and forget to call. Peter cleans dishes in Hogwarts’ kitchens and Severus spends his time in those dungeons, teaching potions and writing letters he never sends. Regulus holes up in Grimmauld Place, never marrying, never moving. James and Lily divorce when Harry is ten, and go their separate ways. They always move forward, but -

They also always look back.

I lost myself, seventeen Then you came, found me There's a room in my heart with the memories we made Took them down but they're still in their frames There's no way I could ever forget

For as long as I live, and as long as I love I will never not think about you From the moment I loved I knew you were the one And no matter whatever I do I will never not think about you

What we had only comes once in a lifetime For the rest of mine, I'll always compare To the room in my heart with the memories we made Nights on fifth, in between B and A

Didn't we have fun? Didn't we have fun, looking back?

We were so beautiful We were so tragic No other magic could ever compare...

Scared To Live (The Weeknd)

Sirius and Remus after twelve years apart, having no idea what to do with each other. They were in love once - are in love? - but those days are long gone. Sirius sees how Remus looks at Tonks, but knows Remus can’t ever really love her, much as he likes her, because his heart has forgotten every word but Sirius' name. And Sirius is happier than he thought he’d ever get to be without James, really, though he’s far from happy or even content - is this all there is? Is this how they die? Is this their ending?

No. No. No, after everything, this can’t be it - this cannot be it.

(But if he dies, well... he hopes Remus lives on without him. Happier.

I guess.)

When I saw the signs, I should've let you go But I kept you beside me And if I held you back, at least I held you close Should have known you were lonely

I know things will never be the same Time we lost will never be replaced I'm the reason you forgot to love So don't be scared to live again Be scared to live again No, don't be scared to live again

You always miss the chance to fall for someone else Cause your heart only knows me They try to win your love, but there was nothing left They just made you feel lonely

I am not the man I used to be Did some things I couldn't let you see Refused to be the one who taints your heart

I hope you know that I've been praying that you find yourself We fell apart, right from the start I should have made you my only

So don't be scared to live again I said, "don't be scared to live again"

I Know Where I've Been (from "Hairspray! Live")

Remus and Sirius, sad and happy together, alone in Grimmauld Place and dancing deep into the night as this song plays on the record player and they sway. Their whole lives have been war, but in these moments, there is peace.

Fleeting, hopeless peace, but peace nonetheless.

There's a light in the darkness Though the night is black There's a light burning bright Showing me the way But I know where I've been

There's a cry in the distance It's a voice that comes from deep within There's a cry asking why I pray the answer's up ahead Cause I know where I've been

There's a road we've been travelling Lost so many on the way But the riches will be plenty Worth the price we had to pay

There's a dream in the future There's a struggle we have yet to win And there's pride in my heart Cause I know where I'm going And I know where I've been

Brooklyn Baby (Lana Del Rey)

Sirius Black being himself, and James Potter and Remus Lupin being in love with him.

They say I'm too young to love you I don't know what I need They think I don't understand The freedom land of the seventies

I think I'm too cool to know ya You say I'm like the ice, I freeze I'm churning out novels like Beat poetry on Amphetamines

Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair I get down to beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything I'm a Brooklyn baby

They say I'm too young to love you They say I'm too dumb to see They judge me like a picture book By the colors, like they forgot to read I think we're like fire and water I think we're like the wind and sea You're burning up, I'm cooling down You're up, I'm down You're blind, I see

But I'm free I'm free

I'm talking about my generation Talking about that newer nation And if you don't like it, you can beat it Beat it, baby You never liked the way I said it If you don't get it, then forget it Cause I don't have to fucking explain

Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool But he's not as cool as me Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby

I Can't Go On Without You (KALEO)

Sirius and Remus are lost to each other, for twelve years and then two more, Sirius locked behind bars and then a Veil and Remus on the run alone and then with a woman he’s somehow fooled himself into thinking he loves.

They’ll be together again. One day. But for now, there’s nothing to do but wait.

Alone.

Well, they thought they were made for each other Only thinking of one another Never thinking just for one second She would take a different attraction

We don't want that We don't want that, oh no I can't go on without you

Oh, so what's the point of breaking my sweet heart? She wanted me to let down my guard Well, you know what they say It's better that way So, you better hush and walk away

Well, was I supposed to wait for you sweetheart? And hide away the shame, yes I keep it all inside Though the thought had crossed my mind! To do all the things I'll regret, we don't want that

I can't, I can't, I can't go on without you I can't go on without you, oh, lord I can't go on without you, babe

Oh, she loves me She loves me not She loves me My love don't love me...

Oh, so what is left but a broken man? Cause nothing hurts like a woman can I can't go on without you...

happier (Olivia Rodrigo)

Sirius as he watches Remus fall in love with Tonks right in front of him, unable to love Sirius the same way after everything. Sirius loves his cousin - he does. He just kind of hates her, too.

There’s been a lot of things in this life he’s been afraid of, but Remus leaving him never even crossed his mind.

That was his mistake, I guess…

Fuck.

You've moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you And I thought my heart was attached For all the sunlight of our past But she's so sweet, she's so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me?

And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me? And now I'm picking her apart Like cutting her down make you miss my wretched heart But she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.

That's The Kind Of Woman (Julia Michaels)

James left Sirius for Lily, and that was okay. Sirius loved Lily, and he loved James, so it was okay. At least he still had Remus.

Well, he did. Until Tonks came along.

It’s okay. Really. Sirius has gone his whole life feeling unloved.

He can die that way too.

OR

James, Sirius, and Remus fell in love in fourth year, and it was wonderful. And then Sirius started to notice things - small things, little things. Like the gentle way James and Remus are with each other, the way they wake each other up with kisses in the morning and dance the night before the full moon, the way their hands fit together the way everyone expected Sirius’ to fit with them, but better.

The way they love each other more than him.

And that’s okay. That’s fine. He wants them to be happy, and they make each other happy. So he lets them go the last day of seventh year, and disappears into the wind never to be seen again, just like their love for him.

Childhood picket fence, smells like confidence Raised with a little more common sense Isn't always on defense Sits up straight and knows how to take a compliment Jealous but the right amount Isn't scared of missing out, missing out's scared of missing her Doesn't buy things to fill voids Doesn't hate the sound of her own voice

Doesn't cry when someone leaves Isn't contradictory Mind takes a break when she falls asleep Always takes her own advice Crosses T's and cuts her ties Figured out sympathize from empathize Doesn't keep those letters in a drawer Doesn't keep a closet full of things she bought and never wore Gives all her attention to the people that are with her She still loves to dance She still loves her sister

If the me I am Walked out that door Would I miss her?

Maybe, a little bit, sure Oh, I love myself, but I'd love her more Yeah, that's the kind of woman I'd leave me for

Quarter Past Midnight (Bastille)

The Marauders steal a Muggle’s pick-up truck and fly down the highway, literally. The lights are bright and the music is loud, and they’re screaming with laughter, dancing and kissing under the stars. It’s that one perfect moment, the one poets write about seeking their whole lives. This is that moment, this is their moment.

They’ll never be this happy again.

It's a quarter past midnight as we cut through the city The streets are getting restless Good times, bad decisions And the sirens are mending some hearts But we're the losers on our back seats Singing love will tear us apart

It's a quarter past midnight, still avoiding tomorrow It's a quarter past midnight, but we're just getting going We keep on running through a red light Like we're trying to burn the night away This is my favorite part Help me piece it all together, darling Before it falls apart

And the speakers are blowing We want the bodies on the billboards Not the lives underneath them And now we're crawling up the walls again And it's a quarter past twelve And you said we'd leave this place in dust And fall from heaven straight through hell We never know what we have We never knew what we had

We keep on running Why are we always chasing after something Like we're trying to throw our lives away?

And the secrets are flowing Our lips are getting looser I don't know what I'm saying We never knew what we had I never know what I've had

Home (Edith Whiskers)

The Marauders remember each other in a haze - well. The ones that are still alive do, that is.

Regulus, falling.

James, fighting.

Lily, screaming.

Sirius, smiling.

Peter, choking.

Remus, crying.

Severus, bleeding.

They all went, and not one peacefully.

If I close my eyes, I can still see them. Laughing.

I do love my ma and pa Not the way that I do love you Well, holy moly, me oh my, you're the apple of my eye Girl, I've never loved one like you Man, oh, man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness There ain't nothing that I need Well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ Ain't nothing please me more than you

I'll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark Moats and boats and waterfalls, alleyways and pay phone calls I've been everywhere with you We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night Nothing new is sweeter than with you And in the streets, we run afree, like it's only you and me Geez, you're something to see

Oh, home, let me come home Home is whenever I'm with you Oh, home, let me come home Home is wherever I'm with you

I Hate That You're Happy (Tiny Little Houses)

Severus is alone, alone again. Lily’s gone. She’s run off to marry James Potter, the prat, and Severus - Severus doesn’t hope for much in this life, but he holds out hope for her. Because everyone knows she loves James now, but she loved Severus once too… and she still keeps his green ribbon tied around her ring finger, almost like they’re still married in mind.

So Severus keeps his vows to her. He promised her forever - it’s okay, honestly. That forever can be spent apart. He’ll love her anyway.

He'll love her always.

I'm sorry if I ever hurt you And I never kissed you enough And I just have trouble unravelling sometimes The feelings that I kept locked up

And I know it's my own misfortune And I didn't hold tight enough But I found it hard to keep myself whole While drowning in my bitter blood

I'll stay awake again and start feeling The spot where you used to reside And I'll lay beneath these cold empty sheets Huddled and clutching my sides

And I know it's my own misfortune And darling, believe me, I do And you've got your problems, and hell I've got mine But I find it hard that we're through

And I hate when you're with him And I hate when you smile And I hate that for once you don't seem like you've cried And I hate that you've kissed him And I hate that I'm sore But most of all I hate that you're happier than before

And I hate when you're with him And at night you're entwined And I hate that I have to pretend that I'm fine And I hate that I miss you but you miss him more But most of all I hate that you're happier than before Most of all I hate that you're happier than before

Call Your Girlfriend (Clara Mae)

James knows Lily isn’t happy with him. It’s been months, she’s had plenty of time to come around, but she just - she doesn’t love him. She never has. He should’ve seen that, but he was too busy hating the greasy-haired git to realize that Lily has always loved him more than anything else.

Gently, he lets her go. He presses the green ribbon he found in her drawer around her hand, and he kisses her goodbye, and he tells her to go after her happiness, whoever that is. And she smiles at him, the tears in her eyes happy, and she runs away, crashing into Severus’ arms. And they look… they look so perfect together. Like they make so much sense.

It’s okay. James can take it.

Regulus is staring at him. James winks at him, and smiles.

Call your girlfriend It's time you had the talk Give your reasons Say it's not her fault Tell her not to get upset Second guessing everything you've said and done

And when she get upset Tell her that you never meant to hurt no one You just tell her that the only way her heart will mend Is when she learns to love again And it won't make sense right now But you're still her friend

Cloud 9 (Beach Bunny)

James, Sirius, and Remus. It’s an unconventional love story, but not one they feel the need to explain.

They can and will dance together forever, butterbeers in their hands and magic in their eyes, hearts colliding in a messy, three-way kiss.

I don't wanna seem the way I do But I'm confident when I'm with you Lately all I feel is bad and bruised Tired of tripping on my shoes

When I start to tumble from the sky You remind me how to fly Lately, I've been feeling unalive But you bring me back to life

But when he loves me, I feel like I'm floating When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody Even when we fade eventually to nothing You will always be my favorite form of loving

the last great american dynasty (Taylor Swift)

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, and its last heir, Sirius Potter Lupin.

Fuck those assholes. He’ll be as mad as he likes.

Was the heir to the name, and money And the town said "how did a middle class divorcée do it?" The wedding was charming, if a little gauche There's only so far new money goes They picked out a home and called it Holiday House Their parties were tasteful, if a little loud The doctor had told him to settle down It must have been her fault his heart gave out

And they said, "there goes the last great american dynasty" Who knows, if she never showed up what could've been There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen She had a marvelous time ruining everything

Rebekah gave up on the Rhode Island set forever Flew in all the Bitch Pack friends from the city Filled the pool with champagne and swam with the big names And blew through the money on the boys and the ballet And losing on card game bets with Dalí

There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen She had a marvelous time ruining everything

They say she was seen on occasion Pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea And in a feud with her neighbor She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green Fifty years is a long time Holiday House sat quietly on that beach Free of women with madness Their men and bad habits, and then it was bought by me

Who knows, if I never showed up what could've been There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen I had a marvelous time ruining everything

I Don't Believe You (P!nk)

Regulus, alone after Sirius runs away. All alone in a giant house, all alone with his wretched mother and her Death Eater friends, all alone without the only person he’s ever loved.

Sirius never comes back, but Regulus waits at the door for him every day anyway.

(Sirius writes Regulus a million letters. He wonders why he never answers. Not even with a cursive fuck you. Maybe he should go back… maybe - no.

No, best not.

It’s not like Regulus misses him.)

I don't mind it, I don't mind at all It's like you're the swing set and I'm the kid that falls It's like the way we fight, the times I've cried We come too close, and every night The passion's there, so it's gotta be right Right?

I don't mind it, I still don't mind at all It's like one of those bad dreams when you can't wake up It looks like you've given up, you've had enough But I want more, no, I won't stop Because I just know you'll come around Right?

Just don't stand there and watch me fall Cause I still don't mind at all

No I don't believe you When you say, "don't come around here no more" I won't remind you You said we wouldn't be apart No I don't believe you When you say you don't need me anymore So don't pretend to not love me at all

Cause I don't believe you.

Little Miss Perfect (Annapantsu cover)

Regulus Black, the perfect child.

He and his brother are nothing alike. Sirius is rebellious, Regulus is obedient. Sirius is brash, Regulus is controlled. Sirius is bravery, Regulus is misery. They have nothing in common.

Well -

Except their hearts, bothing beating for a boy named James Potter with twinkling eyes. A boy only one of them will get to kiss.

Regulus is happy to be the one who’s lost out. At least, that’s what he tells himself as he stares up at the white light, the surface too far above to reach.

Straight hair, straight A's, straightforward Straight path, I don't cut corners I make a point to be on time Head of the student council I don't black out at parties I jam to Paul McCartney If you ask me how I'm doing I'll say...

Well, hmm Often I ask myself, "what did I do?" To get as far as I've gotten A pretty girl walks by my locker My heart gives a flutter But I don't dare utter a word Cause that would be absurd behavior For little miss perfect

No, I can't risk falling off my throne Love is something I don't even know Straight hair, straight A's, straightforward Straight girl Little miss perfect That's me You don't even know Rewind, induce amnesia Deny the truth, that's easier You're just confused, believe her When she says there's nothing there It's never worth it When you're little miss perfect

Achilles Come Down (Gang Of Youths)

Sirius, running from his family and his predetermined madness, his wildness carrying him so far he makes a circle.

Remus, hiding from love and freedom, his happiness stitched from his skin in ugly, painful scars.

James, watching his best friends tear each other apart, too blind with love to see the monsters they’ve made of each other.

Children, come down.

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles come down Won't you get up off, get up off the roof? You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you Achilles, it's not much but there's proof You crazy assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue Redemption lies plainly in truth Just humour us, Achilles Achilles, come down Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken Remember the pact of our youth? Where you go, I'm going So jump and I'm jumping Since there is no me without you Soldier on, Achilles Achilles, come down Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

Hurt and grieve, but don't suffer alone Engage with the pain as a motive Today of all days, see How the most dangerous thing is to love How you will heal and you'll rise above

Achilles, jump now You are absent of cause or excuse So self-indulgent and self-referential No audience could ever want you You crave the applause, yet hate the attention Then miss it, your act is a ruse It is empty, Achilles, so end it all now It's a pointless resistance for you

Achilles, just put down the bottle Don't listen to what you've consumed It's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy Of feeding and it's wholly untrue You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing It's all just conjecture and gloom And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it Do not waste your self on this roof

Feel your breath course frankly below And see life as a worthy opponent Crowned by an overture bold and beyond Ah, it's more courageous to overcome You want the acclaim, it's not worth it, Achilles More poignant than fame or the taste of another

Don't listen, Achilles, but be real and just jump You dense motherfucker (you're worth more, Achilles) You will not be more than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat)

You want my opinion (no one asked your opinion) My opinion you've got You asked for my counsel (no one asked for your thoughts)

I gave you my thoughts Be done with this now, and jump off the roof Can you hear me Achilles? I'm talking to you

Throw yourself into the unknown with pace and a fury defiant Clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph

Achilles, come down.

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (Taylor Swift)

Remus gets super drunk after the Prank and gives a fucking performance on top of the coffee table in front of the entirety of Gryffindor. Sirius is bright red. James is on the verge of tears. Severus is gaping. And Remus is seething.

You woke the wolf. Now watch it bite.

And there are no rules when you show up here Bass beat rattling the chandelier Feeling so Gatsby for that whole year So why'd you have to rain on my parade? I'm shaking my head, I'm locking the gates

It was so nice being friends again There I was giving you a second chance But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand And therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you And so I took an axe to a mended fence But I'm not the only friend you've lost lately If only you weren't so shady

Here's a toast to my real friends They don't care about the HE SAID, SHE SAID And here's to my baby He ain't reading what they call me lately And here's to my mama Had to listen to all this drama And here's to you... Cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do

Hahaha, I can't even say it with a straight face!

This is why we can't have nice things, darling Because you break them, I had to take them away This is why we can't have nice things, honey Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me? This is why we can't have nice things

right where you left me (Taylor Swift)

Remus is pretty sure he died on October 31, 1981. He’s not sure why his body’s still moving.

Friends break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried Trends change, rumors fly through new skies But I'm right where you left me Matches burn after the other Pages turn and stick to each other Wages earned and lessons learned But I'm right where you left me

Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "what a sad sight" I swear you could hear a hair pin drop Right when I felt the moment stop Glass shattered on the white cloth Everybody moved on I stayed there Dust collecting on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it She's still 23 inside her fantasy How it was supposed to be Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it She's still 23 inside her fantasy And you're sitting in front of me

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right

I'm sure that you got a wife out there Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware Cause I'm right where I cause no harm, mind my business If our love died young, I can't bear witness And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong

I'm right where you left me You left me no choice but to stay here forever...

Every Day a Little Death (from “The Count of Monte Cristo”)

Remus Lupin, waiting.

Waiting, waiting, waiting…

For what, he’s not sure. Maybe death. Maybe madness.

Right now all he’s got is lonely.

Lonely, lonely, lonely; la, la, la…

Come out, come out, wherever you are, Peter. Come out and kill me, you coward.

Another day, another week Another month, another year Another day, another night Until it’s day again The sun has fled, I go to bed And scratch a line on the wall Another day, where nothing changes at all

And everyday shuffles by like the day before! On its way to the blackest of skies And everyday a little death comes and paces the floor! And a little bit more of me dies... Another day, another week Another month, another year Another night I spend alone Until it’s day again Our little star has moved away And all the world is a blur I only see I am not me Without her

Everyday a little death for everyday I die Everyday a little death and still I know not why...

He will come back! Perhaps but still… He will return to me! Another prayer You’ve got to live for today I will live when we’re together again Everyday I will pray until then

And everyday another prayer will bring him close to me And every night out little star we will share The one day when I open my eyes He will be standing right over there, one day

There’s something I must say I wanted to protect you

I wish there was a way I could make it untrue I heard the news today I fear the worst has happened An accident occurred He is dead! Dead and gone Rest in peace may flights of angels sing him to his rest Let me hold and help to heal you!

Everyday a little death...

tolerate it (Taylor Swift)

Remus Lupin. Abandoned, alone, aimless. Unwanted, unseen, unloved. Mad, morbid, monster.

He wonders if in the next life, he’ll be dealt some better cards.

Best not hope. Best not be greedy. He could be dead -

Isn’t sadness better?

I sit and watch you reading with your head low I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed I sit and watch you I notice everything you do or don't do You're so much older and wiser and I

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait Lay the table with the fancy shit And watch you tolerate it

I greet you with a battle hero's welcome I take your indiscretions all in good fun I sit and listen I polish plates until they gleam and glisten You're so much older and wiser and I While you were out building other worlds, where was I? Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire? I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life Drawing hearts in the byline Always taking up too much space or time You assume I'm fine But what would you do if I

Break free and leave us in ruins Took this dagger in me and removed it Gain the weight of you then lose it Believe me, I could do it! If it's all in my head tell me now Tell me I've got it wrong somehow I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it

Téir Abhaile Riu (Celtic Woman)

Sirius being Sirius and Remus and James trying to reign him in. I don’t know. Just vibes, I guess - three soft little gays living out a domestic half-insane life on a little farm in Wales, not a mile from the ashen sea.

Stay here and never you mind The lights of the town are blinding you The sailors they come and they go But listen to what's reminding you Handsome men surrounding you Dancing a reel around you

Listen to the music flow I'm falling for the flow of home I'm home to dance till dawning

Stay awhile and we'll dance together now As the light is falling We'll reel away till the break of day And dance together till morning

No One Knows Us (BANNERS, Carly Paige)

James, Sirius, and Remus are queerplatonic partners. Well, James is theirs - Sirius and Remus are dating. In love. But they and James, they’re not. Not that it matters - every assumes, from their atypical affection, that they are.

James wishes he could be with them, sometimes. The way he wants. Like it’s normal. Without all the prying eyes.

He wonders if he stole a pirate ship and sailed them somewhere else, if it would be any different. Any easier.

Loving the right people shouldn’t be a burden.

Wish I could kiss you when I wanna Without all the fear and all the drama Kill to hold your hand in public I could try to fight the feeling Dull it down like sleeping without dreaming

I wanna push you up against the wall Want them all to hear me call you baby I know it's never gonna happen And I've learned to accept that I accept that

I need you closer Can we go somewhere? No one knows us Leave our world behind We can hole up in a motel room Where no one knows us

See You Again (Carrie Underwood)

The Marauders as they die, one by one. James too early, Sirius too soon, Remus too late. Reunited wherever wizards go when they die, after a long, hard road of what felt like a whole lot of goddamn nothing.

But here they are, at last: alone no longer.

Said goodbye, turned around And you were gone, gone, gone Faded into the setting sun, slipped away But I won't cry cause I know I'll never be lonely For you are the stars to me You are the light I follow

I can hear those echoes in the wind at night Calling me back in time, back to you In a place far away where the water meets the sky The thought of it makes me smile You are my tomorrow

Sometimes I feel my heart is breaking But I stay strong and I hold on cause I know...

I will see you again This is not where it ends I will carry you with me Til I see you again I will see you again...

Bloom (The Paper Kites)

James and Sirius and Remus, loving each other. And not knowing what queerplatonic partners are until Severus and Lily shove a Muggle book into their hands with sweet, manic grins.

“Oh,” James says, with wonder. Sirius kisses him. Remus takes his hand. James looks at them, his eyes wide and twinkling. “Oh, that’s us.”

In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, And you fill my head with you

Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song I can't get out

Can I take it to a morning Where the fields are painted gold And the trees are filled with memories Of the feelings never told?

When the evening pulls the sun down, And the day is almost through, Oh, the whole world it is sleeping, But my world is you

Can I be close to you?

Me and My Husband (Mitski)

Sirius and James. Fight me.

(Oh, and Remus - hopelessly in love with them and chasing after their shenanigans as the world stretches out before them, endless.)

I steal a few breaths from the world for a minute And then I'll be nothing forever And all of my memories And all of the things I have seen will be gone With my eyes, with my body, with me

But me and my husband, we're doing better It's always been just him and me together So I bet all I have on that furrowed brow

And I'm the idiot with the painted face In the corner, taking up space But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved And at least in this lifetime, we're sticking together Me and my husband, we're sticking together

You & Jennifer (bülow)

Regulus, angry and bitter, left alone in his big black bed wondering what’s so fucking amazing about Lily Evans that could make James want her more than him.

OR

Remus, so fucking in love with his two best friends… his two best friends, who are so fucking in love with each other, who look at each other like they’re the world, who fuck Remus when the world is ending. His two best friends… assholes.

Listen, no, we don't need to be enemies Ain't got a vision of us in the future with a white picket fence and eternal decisions Now I'm sitting here wondering, when did this all start?

Would rather be the girl that got away than be under your thumb Don't need to spend no more time on you, not like I was in love Not that I'm having a nervous breakdown, I'm just let down You don't know what that's like though to wait up all night So I thank you for teaching me how I could live without you Never needed me, I don't need you

Fuck you and Jennifer, I know that you're out with her Go pretend that you're just friends I'll pretend that I'm not hurt I know all the shit I heard, you can take these bitter words Fuck you and Jennifer Go fucking make love to her

Soon You’ll Get Better (Taylor Swift, The Chicks)

James, surrounded by people he can’t fix.

James, holding a screaming Sirius against his chest as he sobs and shakes from the fifth nightmare that week.

James, brushing salve across the scars of a terrified and bruised Remus after yet another full moon.

James, trying to lure a quiet and cold Peter back to them with candy as he recedes even further away into Slytherin robes.

James, fucking Lily; James, kissing Severus; James, touching Regulus -

James, doomed to love people he can’t help.

The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair I didn't tell you I was scared That was the first time we were there Holy orange bottles, each night I pray to you Desperate people find faith, so now I pray too And I say to you

I know delusion when I see it in the mirror You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal I just pretend it isn't real I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try And I'll say to you

And I hate to make this all about me But who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do if there's no you? This won't go back to normal, if it ever was It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because cause I have to

Soon you'll get better Soon you'll get better You'll get better soon Cause you have to.

Dance Alone (Blanks)

James Potter being his usual idiotic adorable self. (It’s just the vibes, man.)

Been staring at the wall today, to find some hidden meaning My momma called to ask me how I'm feeling I've been running out of things to think So what's the point of dreaming? Called all my friends cause I cant get along with all my demons And I've been watching from a distance how the seasons change

Been staring at the wall today, still looking for some meaning I tried talking to myself for a change to ask me how I'm feeling I've been running out of room to think I need a higher ceiling

I've been lost, lost in the rhythm lately I don't know, know how to dance alone

Strawberry Blond (Mitski)

James falls in love with Sirius first - make no mistake, it was absolutely Sirius first. Because Sirius was just so bright, and so lovely, and so daring, and he made James laugh as they ran and drove and flew for miles without a direction. Anything for a touch.

And then there came Remus - beautiful, sweet, kind Remus, his eyes so gentle and his smiles so pure, and James wanted to hold him forever, wanted to take his hand and dive right into the sun, wanted to burst into flames. Anything for a taste.

And then Sirius and Remus fell in love with each other, and now James watches them from the outside, grinning behind tears and thinking, Oh god. I’m happy.

I love everybody because I love you When you stood up, walked away, barefoot And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape I looked over it and I ached

I love everybody because I love you I don't need the city, and I don't need proof All I need, darling, is a life in your shape I picture it soft and I ache

Reach out the car window, trying to hold the wind You tell me you love her, I give you a grin Oh, all I ever wanted was a life in your shape So I follow the white lines, keep my eyes on the road as I ache

Look at you, strawberry blond Fields rolling on, I love it when you call my name Can you hear the bumblebees swarm? Watching your arm, I love it when you look my way

FML (Arizona Zervas)

James has a habit of falling for people so fierce he can never refuse them. Regulus is just the last one - the one he keeps, even if he dies still trying to figure out how.

(This is the James and Regulus theme song, I’m calling it.)

I might let you drive me crazy Usually I ain't the type to stay Cause you could fall in, and go psycho Ain't no telling where this might go But I take my chances either way

You look like somebody that could really hold it down You look like somebody that would always stick around I know you probably crazy All my friends said stay away but that shit just don't faze me Got a little bit of sass, I like that You don't take no shit, yeah you fight back Never let a dude hit it on the first night I can't even sleep over til I wife that All these bitches in my phone, hit the boy But I've been curving everyone for you Girl I would give you every single password All you gotta do is let me through

Imma keep it honest, I know that you got a plan I know you ain't perfect, but basic bitches never last I don't usually do this type of shit So baby trust me when I tell you that I'm all about it Yeah, I might fall in love and let you fuck my life up Just so I could go and write a song about it

Last man left you brokenhearted, let me treat you right If you need me I could pull up any night You just say the words, girl, I don't need a reason Give me something more than just a lover on the weekend

Come and fuck my life up.

Lay Me Down (Sam Smith)

If James married Regulus instead, but the war still tore them apart and to shreds.

They still fall, they still die, they still lose… but James is captivated by grey eyes rather than green ones, at least in this lifetime. At least for now.

Yes, I do, I believe that one day I will be where I was Right there, right next to you And it's hard, the days just seem so dark The moon, and the stars are nothing without you Your touch, your skin, where do I begin? No words can explain the way I'm missing you Deny this emptiness, this hole that I'm inside These tears, they tell their own story Told me not to cry when you were gone But the feeling's overwhelming, it's much too strong

Can I lay by your side, next to you? You And make sure you're alright I'll take care of you I don't want to be here if I can't be with you

Forever (... is a long time) (Halsey)

Remus didn’t know anyone could love him, the way he is. You can’t blame him for letting James and Sirius slip through his fingers when he didn’t know they would’ve stayed forever.

He wonders if happiness still sounds like his name on their lips.

I spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic And I cursed the ground for growing green

I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic And I cursed my tongue for being mean

Weightless, breathless, destitute Motionless and absolute He cut me open, sucked the poison from an aging wound Now fifty thousand walking deads would cower at this small brunette It's a nice surprise knowing six feet high Would reach and grab the moon if I should ask

Or just imply that I want you to be more light So I could look inside his eyes And get the colors just right

But love built provinces, callouses, break promises Cause I could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it What am I thinking? What does this mean? How could somebody ever love me?

"Tell him he's got bad news coming..."

Used To This (Camila Cabello)

James and Sirius, crazy kids in mad love in a big Muggle city, dancing and kissing under the lights every night… and then meeting Remus, and wondering if all these years they’ve been mistaking magic for something else, because this, love, this is what magic is.

No, I never liked San Francisco Never thought it was nothing special Til you kissed me there No, I never liked windy cities But I think maybe when you're with me I like everywhere

It's the strangest feeling Midnight, I'm not leaving No, for once, I think I'll stay I say your name, just listen Doesn't it sound different? Never whispered it this way

It's gonna take me a minute But I could get used to this The feeling of your fingertips The feeling of another kiss Like every tattoo on your skin I'm memorizing every inch

The callouses on your fingers I admired them from a distance Now they're on my cheek

Oh, I've known you forever Now I know you better Let's just get carried away And it bears repeating Now my heart's bleeding When you tell me that you'll stay

It's gonna take me a minute But I could get used to this I could get used to this...

Love Me Like You (Little Mix)

You cannot tell me James and Sirius did not stand on top of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and serenade Remus with this while he covered his bright red face with his hands and damn near cried with embarrassment and laughter, because they did. I promise you, they did.

I solemnly swear.

Darling, he can't buy my love It's you I'm dreaming of

so baby, baby Come and save me

Last night I lay in bed so blue Cause I realized the truth They can't love me like you I've tried to find somebody new Baby, they ain't got a clue Can't love me like you

Come Home With Me (from “Hadestown”)

Sirius and James tripping over themselves trying to say hi the first time they meet Remus, his nose buried in a book in a small cafe, at a table by the window in a dress covered in sunflowers, his cheeks pink and his smile blinding.

OR

James, tripping over himself to win Severus over, who just isn’t having it. (Fuck off, Potter.) (Please?) (No.)

You wanna talk to her?

Yes!

Go on. Don't come on too strong.

Come home with me.

Who are you?

The man who's gonna marry you

Is he always like this?

Yes

Your name is like a melody

A singer, is that what you are?

I also play the lyre...

Oh, a liar, AND a player too! I've met too many men like you.

Oh, no. I'm not like that.

He's not like any man you've met.

That's what I'm working on - A song to fix what's wrong. Take what's broken, make it whole; A song so beautiful, it brings the world back into tune, back into time. And all the flowers will bloom... When you become my wife.

Oh, he's crazy. Why would I become his wife?

Maybe because he'll make you feel alive.

Alive? That's worth a lot... What else ya got?

You Belong With Me (Taylor Swift)

Sirius and James, unable to figure out why they're so bothered by the amount of people who have suddenly started flirting with Remus after the summer of fifth year.

He's just... he's theirs. Their werewolf. Their scrawny motherfucker. Their Moony.

Just.

Theirs.

Oh.

She doesn't get your humor like I do She'll never know your story like I do

Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be And you've got a smile that can light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while You say you're fine, I know you better than that

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry And I know your favorite songs, and you tell me about your dreams Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me...

Have you ever thought, just maybe, you belong with me? You belong with me.

Scrawny (Wallows)

I just really love Remus Lupin, okay?

Used to be level with all my friends Still wear the same shoes I did back then I don't think they've ever been untied I can't regret the things I don't try I'd switch it up but I don't like change Only content if things stay the same Don't care to watch the story unfold Hate feeling like I'm not in control I've been sleeping with the light on I tend to freak myself out Will you come a little closer?

I say the wrong shit at the right times If I'm offending them, I don't mind Maybe they all should listen to me It isn't all about what you see Question though, how do I look to you? Am I so thin that you can see through? I've been sleeping with the light off I wanted to remember Will you come a little closer now?

I'll be one of those people you remember They'll be looking at us when were together I'll be a mannequin you can dismember You don't like my clothes but you still like my smile Take me home to mom but it'll take awhile They might think they're cooler than me by a mile I can still have wisdom and look like a child

I'm a scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle

Hate You (Seann Bowe)

Severus and Lily after the Incident. Still loving each other, but not knowing why or how. Having a million things to say, but never the words.

I'm sorry. What a tragic fucking joke.

Look at me now, such a pitiful place You found someone I thought that'd help erase These crazy thoughts that we were never broken You can't see red flags through rose colored glasses!

I killed you in my head now If I see you out with friends I'll just tell myself that it's a phantom or illusion Guess I haven't chosen which

I hate that I miss you, I hate that I'm lost I hate those dead flowers you taped to your wall I hate that you're okay and I can't move on I hate that somehow this is all my fault! I hate that I'm wide awake watching the door I hate these long showers sitting on the floor I hate in the end it was me who was wrong I hate that I don't really hate you at all

But I kind of wish I did...

I don't really hate you at all.

Bitter And The Sweetness (The Ready Set)

James and Sirius and Remus, dancing in the rain. Sirius is screaming up at the sky, and James is pulling Remus against him, quelling his shivering in an instant.

“I love you,” he whispers, and Remus beams, throwing his arms around his neck and kissing him as Sirius screams, “ELECTRIFY ME MOTHERFUCKER!” at the clouds.

That’s love, bitch.

Troublemaker look on your face Followed by a smile and I melt away It ain't always been this lovely We turn the ice and start a fire, melt away

It don't happen overnight It's laughing after fights Knowing which song I should sing to make you smile again Your favorite flowers How I know before you say, "It's gonna be okay"

Love, I think we got time to make mistakes Bitter and the sweetness, I just love the taste

You give me trouble in the best way When you let your hair down I can't look away You've just always been that lovely We turn the dark into light You'll be staying close

Like the time we got stuck out in the rain When you took my hand said, "Baby, we should stay."

Serenade (BANNERS)

James Potter's ghost, watching over Sirius Black forevermore. You don't just leave your soulmate behind. Never.

Stolen, some people stay a life, some for a moment Some hearts they set a light just to be frozen And so we're out of time, broken But now you've got the chance to travel oceans I hope the world's as wide as you were hoping Don't let heartache cloud your mind

If the days go darker, darling And you lose your way Go on, go on, I'm not beside you But I'll be the song there in the silence Let go, let go, darling, it's over now You're on your own, but I'm on your shoulder I'll always be your serenade, serenade, I I'll always be your serenade

They told you It's not the being drunk, it's being sober That's when it really hits you that it's over It's hard to say goodbye So you can keep me Somewhere out of reach but if you need me Just hum these memories and you can feel me I'm always standing by Go and write your story, darling You will find your place

You can always remember that I'm here to ease your mind I'm on your side and You can call me and just like that I'll sing a song to bring you home, babe

It's Quiet Uptown (from "Hamilton")

Remus, alone. His husband gone, his friends dead, his family murdered. Nothing left for him, until...

"Padfoot."

A sheepish smile.

"Hi, Moony."

Remus takes a deep breath. Sirius reaches for his hand.

They'll figure it out.

There are moments that the words don't reach There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can And push away the unimaginable The moments when you're in so deep It feels easier to just swim down And so they move uptown And learn to live with the unimaginable

I spend hours in the garden, I walk alone to the store And it's quiet uptown, I never liked the quiet before And I pray, that never used to happen before

If you see him in the street Walking by himself, talking to himself, have pity You would like it uptown, it's quiet uptown He is working through the unimaginable His hair has gone grey He passes every day They say he walks the length of the city You knock me out, I fall apart Can you imagine?

Look at where we are Look at where we started I know I don't deserve you But hear me out That would be enough If I could spare his life If I could trade his life for mine He'd be standing here right now And you would smile and that would be enough

I don't pretend to know The challenges we're facing I know there's no replacing what we've lost And you need time But I'm not afraid I know who I married Just let me stay here by your side That would be enough

There are moments that the words don't reach There's a grace too powerful to name We push away what we can never understand We push away the unimaginable They are standing in the garden Standing there side by side She takes his hand It's quiet uptown

Forgiveness, can you imagine? Forgiveness, can you imagine? If you see him in the street Walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity They are going through the unimaginable

Dynasty (MIIA)

The Marauders are dead and gone, did you know?

But they were great once. Unstoppable. Invincible, young, in love.

Can you tell? Can you...

Remember?

Some days, it's hard to see if I was a fool or you a thief Made it through the maze to find my one in a million And now you're just a page torn from the story I'm living The scar I can't reverse And the more it heals, the worse it hurts Gave you every piece of me, no wonder it's missing Don't know how to be so close to someone so distant

And all I gave you is gone Tumbled like it was stone It all fell down, it all fell down

Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up.

Dancing After Death (Matt Maeson)

Oh. It's you. You're here.

I never thought I'd see you again.

Do I know better than this? You're a word that I can't forget Though the thought rattles my brain Will you fold or will you remain?

If I don't get better than this man in my skin If I let go, would you hold on? Would we fly? Is it safer if we just say that we tried? Are we laughing at the danger?

As the sun waits to eclipse And the taste teases my lips I'm too tired to wrestle with it Will we burn, or will we repent?

Are we dancing after death, you and I?

[nightofnyx8]

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Thank you for the tag @musing-and-music, @roseofbattles, and @fullmetalscullyy! (Anything to distract me from my final project that's due today haha)

1. Roy Mustang Father's Day Piece (companion fic to In My Tender Embrace) I'm hoping to have this one out by Sunday, but we'll see what happens.

2. All the Things We Cannot Say (or Roy gives Riza way too many flowers)

3. Blood on My Name-Roy Mustang/Scar character comparison piece

4. All the Light We Cannot See-6 times Roy Mustang went blind

5. [Insert Dramatic Fic Name Here]-When Roy goes missing, Riza steps up as the Fuhrer just as Amestris is on the brink of a full-scale war.

6. I really, really like writing outside POVs for Royai, so I have a couple of ideas (a bartender, the rest of the homunculi, Maes Hughes, Kimblee, and a few others)

Stealing this idea from others, but if you'd like to know more about any of them just drop me an ask! ❤ I'd love to hear from y'all!

I also don't know who hasn't yet been tagged in this fun little tag game 😅 So I'll take a page from @firewoodfigs and say whoever hasn't been tagged yet, go ahead and do it! I'd LOVE to see what you're working on!

[binkysteebnpewter]

Grace’s 200 Celebration

I didn’t expect to get this far when I started but I love every single one of you lovelies 🥺💗 thank you so much

To celebrate getting to 200, I’ve collected 200 questions for you guys to send in to me: with a limit of 15 questions per ask (I’m looking at you @nightunite )

200 Celebration Questions

1. What is your middle name?

2. Do you have any nicknames that aren’t derived from your actual name?

2. Do you have any allergies?

4. What is the longest your hair has ever been?

5. How well can you write in cursive?

6. Name one item on your bucket list.

7. Have you ever been on a blind date?

8. do you have a porch?

9. How often do you eat out at a fancy restaurant?

10. How grammatically correct are you when you text?

11. Can you drive stick?

12. What foreign country would you most like to visit and why?

13. Nutella or peanut butter?

14. what do you order at mcdonalds?

15. tell me about you favourite primary school/elementary school teacher

16. Have you ever hosted a wild party?

17. what is your aesthetic?

18. have you ever been on a road trip?

19. Have you ever donated blood?

20. From 1-10, how much do you like decorating for holidays?

21. Coffee or tea?

22. What is your go-to Starbucks drink?

23. Last show you binge watched?

24. Dogs or cats?

25. Favorite animated Disney character?

26. Have you ever cooked a big family meal by yourself?

27. Favorite winter activity?

28. are you violent when you’re angry?

29. Can you blow a bubble gum bubble?

30. How early in the year do you start celebrating Christmas?

31. What emoji best describes your life right now?

32. Are you fluent in more than one language?

33. What is the longest you’ve ever kept a New Year’s resolution?

34. can you remember your last dream?

35. Are any of your grandparents still alive?

36. How good are you at communicating through facial expressions?

37. Have you ever gotten a commercial jingle stuck in your head?

38. Have you ever left a movie theater before the movie was over?

39. who was your first ever best friend?

40. Does your home have a fireplace?

41. Favorite non-chocolate candy?

42. do you get on with old people?

43. Have you ever locked your keys in your car?

44. Do you listen to any religious music?

45. Do you drink soda? If so, which one is your favorite?

46. do you cry when you’re angry?

47. Rice or quinoa?

48. From 1-10, how good of a driver do you consider yourself?

49. Do you like horror movies?

50. How easily do you cry?

51. how many months until your birthday?

52. You are hanging with your closest friends. What are you most likely doing?

53. does it ever snow where you live?

54. Can you play any musical instruments? If so, which ones?

55. Are you more introverted or extroverted?

56. what is your least favourite colour?

57. Do you like roller coasters?

58. What day of the week is laundry day for you?

59. Have you ever played spin the bottle?

60. How long have you known your best friend?

61. Can you eat using chopsticks?

62. Do you have any stickers on your laptop computer? If so, what are they of?

63. How often do you say y'all?

64. Favorite flavor of ice cream?

65. How long was your longest relationship? Are you still with that person?

66. Star Trek or Star Wars?

67. are you still friends with your first best friend?

68. Have you ever acted in a play or a musical?

69. How often do you read/pay attention to your horoscope?

70. What is the shortest your hair has ever been?

71. Have you ever broken any bones?

72. Do you like to go fishing?

73. do you have/are you the gay cousin?

74. Favorite costume you wore for Hallowen? How old were you?

75. Real or fake Christmas trees?

76. How many pillows do you sleep with?

77. Do you live in an apartment or a house?

78. How many of your friends are of the opposite gender?

79. Have you ever had a near-death experience?

80. what is your mum’s name?

81. who did you last talk to on the phone?

82. How flexible are you?

83. Have you ever ended a romantic relationship?

84. Phrase you say the most?

85. Have you ever kissed anyone of the same gender? If so, did you like it?

86. Do you own any homemade clothing?

87. Do you like fast food?

88. Have you ever given anyone CPR?

89. Have you ever learned to do anything from a how-to video on YouTube?

90. have you ever had a hickey?

92. Favorite cereal?

93. Have you ever auditioned for a reality competition show?

94. Have you ever gotten a TV theme song stuck in your head?

95. Do you believe in ghosts?

96. what does the last text you sent say?

97. Have you ever given money to a street performer?

98. Your deepest fear?

99. Pancakes or waffles?

100. Are you still friends with anyone from high school?

101. From 1-10, how good of a dancer do you consider yourself?

102. How much of a patient person are you?

103. Do you know your IQ?

104. Do you eat meat at all?

105. Do you own any clothes from a garage sale or a thrift store?

106. Have you ever bought anything from a flea market?

107. What do you think about the most?

108. Have you ever gotten a song you dislike stuck in your head?

109. Any movie(s) you can watch over and over and over again and enjoy just as much each time?

110. Do you or have you ever worn glasses?

111. Have you ever skinny dipped?

112. Are your birth parents still together?

113. Have you ever been in the audience for the taping of a TV show?

114. Favorite type of cookie?

115. Have you ever been broken up with?

116. How often do you smile when getting your picture taken?

117. Have you ever accidentally dialed 911?

118. Oldest memory?

119. Have you ever been the victim of a nasty prank?

120. How often do you snort when you laugh?

121. From 1-10, how good of a singer do you consider yourself?

122. Favorite Disney song?

123. Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?

124. What is your Myers-Briggs personality type?

125. Have you ever had a fortune cookie fortune come true?

126. Do you like to show affection?

127. Last musical artist you saw live?

128. Credit cards or cash?

129. Favorite fandom?

130. What is your astrological sign?

131. Complete the phrase: You cannot buy happiness, but you can buy____.

132. Any hidden talents?

133. Can you surf?

134. What motivates you to do well in life?

135. Your worst physical feature?

136. From 1-10, how much are you like your father?

137. How lucky do you consider yourself?

138. Name a moment in your life when you were pleasently surprised.

139. do you love yourself?

140. What type of shoes do you wear the most?

141. Favorite summer activity?

142. Favorite song to sing in the shower?

143. Have you ever lived with a roommate you did not get along with?

144. Have you ever lived on a farm?

145. Have you ever kept a diary or a journal?

146. TV show or movie you quote/reference the most?

147. How often do you get mad at yourself?

148. Have you ever gotten any stitches?

149. Have you ever been hunting?

150. Favorite YouTube channel?

151. Have you ever had a pet besides a dog or a cat?

152. From 1-10, how well do you work with others?

153. Are you friends with any of your exes?

154. Apple or PC?

155. Do you collect anything?

156. Have you ever seen any Broadway plays or musicals?

157. Any missed opporunites you wish you had taken?

158. what was the last reason you really cried?

159. Do you have a pool at your house?

160. What is the longest you’ve gone without sleep?

161. Last thing that made you laugh?

162. Disney or Nickelodeon?

163. Name one celebrity you wish was still alive.

164. From 1-10, how much are you like your mother?

165. Your best physical feature?

166. Earbud or earmuff headphones?

167. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender?

168. Do you have any piercings anywhere besides your ear lobes?

169. How often do you wash your hair?

170. Showers or baths?

171. Have you ever been a bridesmaid or a groomsman?

172. Bottled or tap water?

173. What was your favorite TV show when you were a kid?

174. Any guilty pleasures you’re willing to discuss?

175. Favorite video game?

176. Have you ever gotten a New Year’s kiss exactly at midnight?

177. How many of the United States have you visited?

178. Have you ever given money to a homeless person?

179. Have you ever gotten a surgery?

180. Your least favorite food?

181. From 1-10, how competitive are you?

182. Do you like wearing hats?

183. How much of a jealous peron are you?

184. are you an optimist? why or why not?

185. what’s a random history fact you know?

186. Does anyone in your family currently serve in your country’s military?

187. Snowboarding or skiing?

188. are you good at lying? what’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told?

189. Have you ever been a Boy or Girl Scout?

190. Have you ever dyed your hair?

191. From 1-10, how good of a cook do you consider yourself?

192. Do you have a significant other?

193. How many things can you do with your weaker hand?

194. Were you involved in any academic clubs in high school?

195. Have you ever played hooky from school?

196. Are you comfortable with watching rated R movies?

197. Do you root for any sports teams?

198. First thing you do when you wake up in the morning?

199. Tell something about yourself most people don’t know.

200. Your own question that you want me to answer

[imagine-loki]

Wedded Bliss

TITLE: Wedded Bliss CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 44 AUTHOR: MaliceManaged ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Odin determined to find Loki a wife in a misguided, though somewhat well-intentioned attempt to ‘mellow him’. … RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: I don’t wanna be that person, but it’d be nice to get a comment or two on this? Because I’m wondering if I should keep submitting this here or if y'all have lost interest. Which is fine! I know I don’t write stuff that’ll interest most people. I just wanna know, y'know?

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    Edith stood outside Loki’s room late that night, waiting for him to open the door, though with every passing moment she doubted more and more that he would. She knocked again and stood back, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep until they at least tried to deal with this. After a few minutes she sighed.

    “Come on, Loki; is this really how you want to handle this?” When there was no response she huffed and threw her hands up. “Fine! Have it your way!” She turned and began walking away, grumbling half under her breath, “Just proves you really don’t respect me after all.”

    Not a moment later, Loki pulled the door open and stepped out. “Do not be ridiculous; of course I respect you,” he snapped.

    “Oh, look; he’s alive!” she said sarcastically, whirling around to face him. “And I’m ridiculous? You put me in a bubble! A literal bubble! All over one shooter. What, you trust me to fight aliens, but not one solitary sniper?”

    “We had no way of knowing there were not more.”

    “And if there had been; how the hell does leaving me out in the open like that make sense?”

    “You were perfectly safe within that shield. I know what I am doing.”

    “And yet, you keep missing the point here!”

    “Oh? Enlighten me, then; what is ‘the point’?” he asked almost mockingly.

    “The point is you left me!” she yelled, losing her patience at his tone, startling him. “You left me behind without a second thought. How is that respect?”

    “I was trying to protect you!”

    “I don’t need you to protect me; I need you to trust me!”

    “I do trust you! Have I not proven that by now?”

    “I don’t know, have you? Because it sure doesn’t look like that from my end!”

    Loki tried to ignore how much that stung. He’d been trying so hard, and here she was, ignoring it. “Well, what do you want me to do, then? You complain about my actions, but you cannot be bothered to tell me what in Hel it is that you want?”

    “I did! You’re not listening to me!”

    “I have done nothing but listen to you!”

    “Bullshit! You ran off and left me behind! Do you have any idea what it would have done to me if you’d run into a trap you couldn’t get out of and I couldn’t help you? We go. Together. Always! For a reason! How would you feel if I pulled something like that on you?” she asked, squaring her shoulders and eyeing him challengingly.

    The argument died on his tongue the moment the words sunk in, and he deflated. He hadn’t thought about that. At all. And once that got through, he pondered her question. “… Betrayed,” he admitted quietly at length, “I would feel betrayed.” He walked up to her, hesitating before slowly placing his hands on her hips then moving closer when she didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry.”

    She slid her hands up his chest and sighed, feeling very tired all of a sudden. “I’m… grateful that you were there, though; I don’t want you to think I’m not, just… There are lines.”

    “No, you are… I will try to do better.”

    “Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her face up to kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

    “And I you.” He rested his forehead against hers for a moment, closing his eyes, then stepped back and took her hands in his. “I don’t suppose there is any way I can convince you to stay the night?” That got him a raised eyebrow. “To sleep, I swear.”

    She eyed him suspiciously for a moment but allowed him to lead her into his room in the end, guessing (correctly) that he just wanted to be reassured she really was alright. He gave her a blanket of her own then they climbed into bed facing each other, and he turned the light off with a flick of his wrist.

    “Are you very angry with me?” he asked quietly after a while.

    “I’m not very pleased with you,” she replied. “Back with the bandits you said you wanted me to be respected as a fighter, and then you go and do that. That hurt.”

    “You are right. You are exactly right,” he sighed, “I should have seen that, I just… I did not think. You were in danger and it blinded me to all else. Truth is, sometimes I still do not know with to do with you. It surprises me how much I have come to care in such a relatively short amount of time, but I care, and that makes me want to hold onto you, and that…” he huffed a humourless laugh, “Well, clearly I have not figured out yet how tightly is too tight.”

    “Well, we definitely need to work on that, for both our sakes,” she frowned, “And don’t get me wrong; I know I need to work on how stubborn I am, too. We both have work to do there.” She turned onto her back and let out an amused huff. “That’s two assassination attempts in as many months; I’m a popular gal.”

    He laughed despite himself. “That is one way to look at it, I suppose.”

    “Oh, hey, I wonder if they’ve gotten anywhere in Asgard with those prisoners you sent,” she remembered suddenly.

    “I suppose we will find out when we return,” he replied after a moment. He hadn’t really thought about that attack with everything that happened since, but now that she brought it up, his concerns began to resurface. “Unless of course something significant occurs that requires my involvement before that.”

    “Makes sense.” She turned onto her side again and freed a hand from the covers, searching until she found his jaw, earning an amused huff before he took her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss her palm. “You okay about that?”

    “Why would I not be?”

    “Something about that attack bothered you. I’ve been waiting for you to bring it up yourself, but at this point I’m guessing you won’t.” He didn’t respond but she could feel his frown beneath her fingers. “You don’t have to tell me what it is if you don’t want to; I’m just asking if you’re okay.”

    He considered for a long moment, torn between his instinct to keep things himself and the desire to be more open with her like he’d promised to try. “During the interrogation I conducted, the prisoner said… something odd. It left me with questions. I tried to investigate while we were home, but the answers I managed to find were… unsatisfactory, to say the least.”

    “‘Unsatisfactory’ as in ‘they didn’t know’, or…?”

    “I am being lied to,” he replied with a hint of anger.

    “Well, there must be a reason,” she felt him inhale to retort and covered his mouth with her hand, “I’m not saying it’s a good one and you should let it go. I’m saying there has to be a reason, and figuring out what it is might help find the truth. I’m on your side, Loki. At least give me that much credit.”

    He let out a somewhat self-conscious laugh. “Sorry, dýrr minn; habit.”

    “You’re lucky I like you,” she huffed.

    “Only ‘like’?”

    “Don’t push your luck, mister.”

****

    Three days before Frigga’s Nameday found Edith and Loki stuck in moderate traffic on their way to an event that Edith had drawn the short straw to attend, playing an asgardian board game that he’d conjured to float between them and she was losing miserably at.

    She swore viciously as she lost again, to the amusement of their driver, and crossed her arms at her chest. “You’re cheating,” she accused petulantly.

    “I am not; you are simply terrible at this,” he chuckled, “Though I must say, that pout is terribly endearing.”

    “Fuck you,” she grumbled.

    “Promises, promises.”

    At that the driver couldn’t hold back a laugh, and she glared at him, trying to fight a smile until it peeked out despite her efforts. After that they switched to playing Battleship, which she had much better luck in. Some forty minutes later, traffic finally loosened enough for the driver to find an alternate route to their destination and Edith cheered, to their amusement.

    When they arrived to the fundraiser, Loki exited the car first as Edith took a moment to don her public face then took his offered hand and climbed out, smiling at the cameras for a bit before heading inside the building proper. Loki stood back as she spoke with potential donors, frankly impressed with her skill at schmoozing. He’d known that she could be very charming when she wanted to be, of course, but convincing people to part with their money was another thing altogether. He garnered some attention himself, though he could certainly have done with fewer people flirting with him, particularly right in front of Edith.

    Once the event wound to a close (successfully, Edith smugly informed Tony via text), Edith was leaning heavily on him while their driver brought the car around back, teasing him about the amount of people that had attempted to give him their number. “Lucky you I’m not the jealous type.”

    “Yes; lucky me,” he deadpanned, then scoffed distastefully, “Those people are utterly shameless. Granted, the court is not much better, but they at least tend to keep their attempts out of your sight.”

    “To be fair, some of them probably didn’t think we’re actually dating; we haven’t exactly been all that public about it.”

    “We go out in public together all the time!”

    “I go out with the guys all the time, too, and it’s pretty well known I’m not dating any of them. Since you’re not all that fond of PDA, it wouldn’t be much of a reach to assume it’s like that.”

    “So, you are saying I should be more overt with my affection? That is ridiculous,” he scoffed.

    “Wow, thanks.”

    The car pulled up before them, and he opened the door for her before getting in behind her. She wasted no time removing her heels, sighing in relief. He glanced at the driver then threw up a silencing spell around them to keep their conversation private.

    “I meant that it is none of their business. Such things are not necessary in Asgard for others to know of and respect another’s courtship.”

    “This ain’t Asgard, Loki.”

    “I am well aware of that.” That got a raised eyebrow and he crossed his arms at his chest. “What do you suggest, then?”

    “Nothing you’d be too uncomfortable with. A picture or two of us together on my Instagram should be enough to get the point across. We make it known, and you don’t have to touch me in public; it’s a win-win.”

    “I… I do not mind touching you in public,” he balked.

    “Yes, that must be why we’ve never even held hands,” she teased. He stammered for a moment and she laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Relax, dude; you’re a private person, I get it. If it bothered me, we wouldn’t have lasted this long.”

    He made to reply, but just then the driver let out a confused ‘what the fuck’ and they looked over to see a lone figure standing in the middle of the otherwise empty street. More importantly, said figure was holding a rocket launcher that was aimed right at them. Loki lunged forward to grab the driver’s shoulder as he took hold of Edith with his other hand, encasing them in his seidr just as the projectile reached them and teleporting them a short distance away.

    “Get to safety!” he told the driver, who looked about ready to throw up. He looked at Edith and hesitated for a moment before conjuring her uniform belt and holding it out to her. “There is no point in telling you to go, is there?”

    “No,” she replied simply, taking her belt and buckling it on over her dress, “Let’s go get this prick.”

[seelestia]

IT DID SOBSOB literally it hates me because i wrote 90% of it and realized a typo, so i pressed ctrl + z and THE WHOLE FIC JUST DISAPPEARED. no trace whatsoever. redo does nothing. i was so devastated ;;;;;

i tried milo with hot milk and never went back ever since. it's super rich and indulgent and probably has more calories than one proper meal but man. it's so good....

i shall treasure his littol meteor 𒆙𒆙𒆙

it was great!!! act 3 was like watching an anime instead of playing the game bc of the number of cutscenes lol and act 4 really built it up for act 5. also loads of al haitham content so i am happy hehehe i like cyno, candace, and dehya a lot more after going through all that!!

lol you were starved and now you're fulfilled huh... i will let you know once i get to finish act 5 for sure!! and yes. that physics book scene was so slkdjflsjdf he's such a jerk. i love him. XD

yep that's an approach that i wouldn't have minded! just.. idk, add on another currency in-game and let us enjoy the lore-heavy event content in peace hyv >:|

pls it's the same for everyone else like i see people who can write AND draw at the same time and i am just. in awe. how are people so talented lskdjflksjdf

"you're the first person that came up when someone asks me for writer reccs"

anything that relates to zhongli will make me malfunction i love him too much and he's too blinding for words sdjflsjdfljsd your husband really needs to watch his sugar intake and use a darn tumblr ayato come on think of the turtles /j

dw he's fine i gave him lots of kisses we're good 👌🏻 i think our family is just attracted to e/intjs lmao-

I HAVE MISSED WRITING THESE MINI LETTERS INTO YOUR ASKBOX AAAA <3

now, isn't that just one way to dampen a writer's spirits <//3 if not writer's block, then it's definitely the 'your progress has not been saved' or when it just disappears 😭😮‍💨

HELP milo with hot milk is the embodiment of "too good, must resist" temptation. i think it's good to have for breakfast with some sandwiches?? or would that be too much calories hehhejfke speaking of, i drank some latte today and i finally remembered my long time vendetta with caffeine. i CANNOT drink it for some reason, the milk in the latte was the only thing persuading me to finish the drink 😭 coffee people, is this how y'all survive (/j)

act 3 was the one where we met dottore and first went to the desert, iirc?? i still remember when cyno swooped in to fight alhaitham as soon as we arrived at aaru village. i was just watching the scene like "what happened to hi? hello?" but it's still super cool LOLLL. it also reminds me of when cyno told us not to trust alhaitham and my suspicion on him grew a bit after that... but after playing thru act 5, all i can say that is you'll get to see alhaitham go "feral" ;D

my quest screen is so empty rn 😭 i even maxed the geoculus and anemoculus out of boredom, so i'm planning on maxing the electroculus soon (pray for me, inazuma is large large). the only thing i have left rn is the hangout quests! but i might start farming artifacts for all my five-stars and not just my main team too. the five-stars i have built who have their own artifacts are: heizou, kazuha, eula, ayaka, klee, zhongli, keqing, tighnari, and kokomi... which leaves about 6 other five-stars unbuilt. wish me luck <//3 (btw, i got so excited for ayato that i already have his build ready on xingqiu LOLLL anything for him! i think it has a 50/208 crit ratio?? fjwjkskd)

true, i also find it fascinating how everyone has their own writing styles like that is just so <3 to me. i'm writing my vaporize fic for your collab rn and i am super determined to finish it, hhhhhh. but hopefully, it'll come out well because this is gonna be the first time i write like a somewhat full-fledged fic 😭

too blinding, you say?? i agree, this is also me when ayato jfjejdjkjd. being in love makes them shine brighter in your eyes and all of a sudden, you need sunglasses (/j) AND THE POOR TURTLES. ayato, my dear, think abt those poor turtles in the sea making puppy eyes at you. i'm joining the turtles because i also happen to love resorting to puppy eyes, hehe. yeah, ayato is definitely pinching my cheek for this. (/lh)

[kylorengarbagedump]

Do It Again (NSFW)

Read on AO3.

Summary:  You recall this much: a man’s face--arrestingly handsome. A voice, dark and smooth, ebony rivers in your ears. Heat. Desperation. Need. Your hands on firm muscle. Your fingers tangled in silken hair.

The last thing you remember is a name, tumbling from your lips, seeking mercy. A pacifier. A plea. A prayer.

Rire.

Words: 5000

Warnings: Literally all of them. Rape. Death. Violence. Blood. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Characters: RirexReader

A/N: This is written as a gift to my very dear friend and fellow perverted trash heap, @tonictransistor. I love you so much, and I hope that this was disgusting enough for you. Could it have been more disgusting? Yes, but then I would have worked on it for another year, or something. I am so fucking sorry this took me a bajillion years to write.

For those of you who have never played Boyfriend to Death and liked this fic, you should absolutely play it. You can find it by googling it, because I don't know how to use HTML. Credit, of course, goes to its creators, @gatobob, @darqx, and @electricpuke, who I cannot tag for some reason..

Thanks so much! I love y'all. <3

To be honest, you couldn’t remember much of anything.

Time was lost, like sand through skeletons. You recall this much: a man’s face--arrestingly handsome. A voice, dark and smooth, ebony rivers in your ears. Heat. Desperation. Need. Your hands on firm muscle. Your fingers tangled in silken hair. And then darkness. A palm’s pressure on your pulse. Eyes, sickly yellow--a cat’s eyes, slitted pupils blown wide in the night. The eyes of a predator, you remember thinking, and then a whirlwind of white razors where teeth should be, black blackness exploding in a writhing mass above you, emptiness filling you faster than air.

“Not a predator, little human,” the voice says. “A demon.”

The last thing you remember is a name, tumbling from your lips, seeking mercy. A pacifier. A plea. A prayer.  

Rire.

---

You woke up in a haze. Your wrists were bound to the bed. You were alone.

Snarling, you yanked on your restraints--your tights from the previous night, wound in a figure-eight and secured to the bedpost--but only managed to cut into your circulation. Heart skipping, you screamed, kicking as you jerked on the bindings. Even with adrenaline-strength, they didn’t tear.

“Fuck.” You strained, managing only to pinch your skin. You were trapped on your bed, in your underwear. “Fuck!”

Then a chuckle. It was that voice again, low and rolling, thunder in the air. “I’d almost forgotten how weak you humans are.”

He appeared--the specter of your nightmares--tall and beautiful, like he’d been in your muddled memories. A strong jaw, a bit of facial hair, and long, black locks gathered behind his head. You remembered this, now, too, how he’d been dressed. Formal. Tailored. You hated to reminisce on how perfect his body had looked outside of those clothes, now. Hated that the flicker of recollection brought a shiver up your spine--a shiver that evolved into a shudder when he flashed those fucking teeth.

It hadn’t been a nightmare, then. He was a demon. It’d been real.

“Rire.” You kept your voice even, even while your heart slammed against your sternum. “You did this.”

“Very astute,” Rire replied, a smirk curling on his lips. “What gave it away?”

“Let me go.” You narrowed your eyes. “Now.”

He raised a brow, lowering his sunglasses and revealing his golden eyes. “You’re in an interesting position to be making demands.”

“Fuck you,” you spat. Every revelation made the room spin faster around you--you needed to focus on him.  “What do you want?”

“You say that as if you have a choice.” Like lightning, a thick, black appendage burst from his back, its slimy tip cradling your chin. “I want to play with you, little human.”

Grimacing, you squirmed away from the tentacle, only to have it follow you and turn your gaze back toward him. A demon. He was a really a demon. The blood in your ears drowned out any thought attempting to form--you needed to calm down. You could not let him win. Steeling your jaw, you drew in a long breath through your nostrils, oxygen relieving some of the panic.

“I’m not interested,” you said.

Rire grinned. “You’re not?” The tentacle slid from your chin, brushing over your neck, staying above your bra as it trailed down between your breasts and over your stomach. Unwanted shudders shook you, your thighs pressing together out of instinct and fear. “You seemed so eager last night.”  

“Fuck you.” You hoped he couldn’t see the trembling of your fingers. “Last night was a mistake.”

“A mistake,” he echoed. “Yet, I seem to remember hearing you scream my name.”

“Shut up.”

“I rather liked it.” Rire stepped forward, another tentacle coiling around your neck. “Do it again.”

Before you could shout, it squeezed, strangling all noise and air in your lungs, and you flailed, kicking into the air and thrashing at your restraints. Rire snickered, the appendage at your stomach hitching onto your bra and shredding it like wet paper. You squealed, blood beating at your lips and cheeks--you could feel your face going purple, could feel your brain starting to cry out for air. The neck tentacle tightened while the other pushed and caressed your exposed tits, the competing sensations forcing your mouth to drop in a silent whine.

“Hm,” he said. “I guess that is a problem.”

With that, your throat was granted a sliver of respite, breath crashing into you, and you swallowed a chestful, words forming faster than thoughts.

“Fuck!” you gasped. “Let me go, dammit!”

Your insistence made him pause--and then he released you, his sunglasses falling low on his nose. From beyond them, you saw his eyes, his slitted pupils expanding as he stared. The hair on your nape stood straight. Somewhere in your stomach, acid ate into you.

“You want to be let go, little human?” Rire’s voice was a purr. One of the inky appendages, now scythe-like, sliced into the tights digging into your wrists, and you crumpled onto your bed, skull smacking the headboard as you fell. “Then go.”

Blinking, you scrambled up, tugging your shirt closed over your chest. Your gaze flitted between him and the door. He gestured to it, as if to release you, as if to give you permission to move in your own home. Bastard. There was no way you were going to keep playing this game. Fumbling behind you, your fingers sought the knife you kept underneath your pillow--fuck, you couldn’t do this for more than ten seconds without him catching on. Your nails grazed something hard and cold, and your heart soared.

Jaw tight, you tucked it into your fist and, holding your breath, vaulted from the bed like a spring. Your elbow locked and you drove your arm down, burying the blade straight into the tender meat of his shoulder. For the slightest of seconds, you smiled, convinced you’d just incapacitated him--until he failed to collapse in agony. Or even flinch. Face falling, your fingers started to tremble, releasing the handle of the knife while your gaze crawled up Rire’s body to meet his own.

His brow raised. He tsked. “Rude.”

Before you could say a word, his face split into a wicked smile, and he wrenched the blade from his body with a tentacle, his hand shooting out around your sore neck as he slammed the knife into your shoulder. Pain tore through you, and you screamed, twisting and grappling with the slick appendage as it turned the weapon like a screw inside your muscle. Your fingers shook, grip weak, and another tentacle coiled around your waist, raising you in the air as you pleaded with him to stop.

“This is fun.” He teased your neck with a squeeze, his other hand patting your cheek. “I’m still waiting on what I asked for.”

Too blinded by pain to speak, you only glared, your hands moving to try and pry his fingers from your throat instead. The inferiority of your strength had never been more depressingly apparent. Rivers of wet warmth trickled down your back and over your tits, and you whimpered, unwilling to look and acknowledge the blood.

“Not broken yet?” asked Rire, a lilt of amusement in his voice. “Well then…”

The knife ripped from your shoulder, a stream of blood gushing out of the wound, and before you could identify or process anything between relief and terror, Rire rammed it into your other shoulder, wresting another curdled shriek from your lungs. Your nerves exploded, your limbs quaking while your brain ground all processing to a halt, overloaded with fear and pain. You needed this to stop. Anything to make it stop.

“Fuck!” you screeched. “Rire!”

Rire chuckled. “Very good, little human.” The knife slid from your shoulder, and a hot spurt of crimson followed, erupting from your flesh and spattering him scarlet. He paused, examining it. “Hm. That might be an issue.”

“What?” you asked, but found your voice already trembling. It was a lot of blood. Rire’s clothes were soaked in it. The longer you watched, the fuzzier your vision became, the lighter you felt. Fuck. “No…”

Sighing, Rire tossed the knife behind him. He looked almost--disappointed. As if your blood was an offense. As if your death, smothering you like sheets, was an inconvenience. You wanted to reach out, dig your digits into his neck, curse him back to the hell he came from--but your limbs wouldn’t respond. Nothing would. Your vision was black, red, black. You were empty.

“What a shame,” you heard him say, only seconds before you bled out.

---

You woke up in a haze. Your wrists were bound to the bed. You were alone.

Air rushed you in waves, your flesh hot, sweat beading at your back as your head spun from shoulder to shoulder, scrutinizing the skin. It was whole. Unscathed. You exhaled, relief flooding you. It had been a dream, then. Swallowing, you strained to look at your wrists. Well. Parts of it had. You were still captive. And Rire was still here--but was he still…

You needed to know. “Rire!” you called, jostling against your restraints.

Seconds later, he appeared, almost floating into the room, a smirk plastered on his face, looking exactly as he had in your dream. It was unnerving how handsome he was. How, after everything that had happened, he had still managed to ignite something inside of you. He was staring at you, his sunglasses resting at the edge of his nose. Yellow eyes. Fuck. He was still a demon. That hadn’t been a dream, either.

“You summoned me, little human?” He cradled his face in his hand. Like he was excited.

You wanted to vomit--you tugged on your wrists. Perhaps, if you appeased him, he’d let you go. Perhaps.You needed to try something. Aggression hadn’t quite worked out for you in your dream.

Gathering courage, you provided him with the most pleasant look you could mangle your face into. “What do you want, Rire?” you asked, attempting to inject a bit of husk into your voice.

He raised an eyebrow, head tilting. “What’s this, now...” he said. “Is the human attempting to trick me?”

The next words wilted on your tongue. He’d seen right through you. Already, your heart leapt into panic, bounding inside of your chest. You were going to die--for real, this time--and your rage charged forward in place of your fear.

“Let me go, asshole!” you spat.

He grinned. “No, no,” he said. “I almost liked you acting like a slut. Go on. You were going to offer me something?”

“Forget it.”

“Oh, come on.” Rire came closer. The swagger in his step made a sick part of you ache. “It’ll be fun.”

You swallowed. “Don’t come any closer.”

His grin grew wider. “Or you’ll what?”

One of those disgusting black tentacles shot from his back and through your binding, and you gasped when you tumbled onto the bed. Your first instinct was to reach for the knife, just like you’d done in your dream. But the memory of how that had ended made you hesitate. Your eyes narrowed, fingers scrunching the sheets into your palms.

“Hm.” The tentacle stroked your cheek, its slick, firm skin sending a shiver to traitorous parts of your body. “We could do this the easy way, or the hard way.” The appendage gripped your chin. “I’ll let you choose which one.”

Your eyes darted across the room, from his face--twisted with a cruel, anticipatory grin--to the door, swung wide open, mocking you with the hope of escape. “Can I know what they entail?”

Rire laughed--a deep, velvet sound. “Of course not,” he purred. “That takes all the fun out of it.” The tentacle grew sharper against your jaw. “Don’t waste too much of my time, little human. Choose.”

Either you were nervous, or the air in the room was losing oxygen. There was no way you’d admit to him making you nervous, though. It must have been the latter. “Fuck you. The hard way.”

You’d thought his smile couldn’t look any wilder. You’d been wrong.

“Beg to suck my cock.”

You recoiled, fighting the hold the tentacle had on you. “Fuck no! Suck your own cock, you sick fuck!”

“You humans are amusing.” Another tentacle smacked you hard across the cheek. “Beg.”

Growling, you squeezed the appendage still stuck to your chin, trying to yank yourself free. Your hands slipped like you’d tried to grab an oiled banister. Even as you strained your muscles, it didn’t budge. For your efforts, Rire rewarded you by weaving a tentacle through your hair and winding it tight, tugging at your scalp. You winced, the sharp bite of pain inspiring goosebumps down your shoulders. When you reached to tear it away, he bound your wrists with an appendage, too.

“One more chance,” he said. “Beg for my cock, little human.”

You glared. “Never.”

Rire’s eyebrows rose--and to your terror, he chuckled. “Are you certain?”

The first thing you felt was tranquility--like a warm wave had washed over you, smothered all of the panic in your body, like water to fire. Your brain emptied, your thoughts spiraling into a disposal of nothingness, a sparkling fog passing over you. And then your mouth was moving, a voice that was your voice forming words not borne from your mind. They were trespassers to your body, escaping in an organic disguise.

“Please, Rire,” you whimpered. “Let me suck your cock…”

Your stomach churned at the sound. But Rire grinned.

“Of course, little human. Since you’ve been so polite.”

He stepped forward, bringing you eye-level with the growing tent between his legs. Silent, he unbuckled and unzipped his trousers, pulling his dick free and stroking it to its full length. A sigh left him as the tentacle in your hair wound tighter, guiding you toward his erection. You tried to wrench away, jerking your head to the side, but the tentacle on your chin held you firm. His cock, hot and smooth, grazed your lips, smearing them with pre-cum. You shuddered, swallowing the bile that rose in your throat, and resenting the distant squirm in your belly.

“Open,” he ordered. When you leered at him, he smirked. “Oh, good. I was worried you’d forgotten.”

A tentacle gripping your chin, one in your hair, one around your wrists, and now one, like a knife, slipping between your lips and wiggling its way between your teeth. You squealed, jaw clamping shut, but Rire’s grip was cement. The appendage inched its way into your mouth, and then turned, prying it open centimeter by centimeter. You thought to fight it, but you could feel its sides cutting into you now--biting down would only make it worse. The moment your mouth had been forced wide enough, the one at your chin snaked past your lips, the two working together like a gag to make your mouth a welcoming hole for his dick. Your tongue writhed helplessly, as if it alone could fight his advances.

“Very nice,” he growled, and slid his cock into your mouth.

You gagged, and your nose crinkled in a sneer as one of his hands joined the appendage in your hair, rocking you back and forth along the length of his dick. He groaned, pushing himself deeper and deeper into your throat, allowing the wet heat to engulf him. The squirm in your belly wriggled its way between your legs, your thighs clamping together. It was becoming harder to ignore--and you hated it. Rire took a step closer, thrusting into your mouth, his dick stroking over your tongue, slick with your spit. He moaned again, hand nestling deeper into your hair, and you heaved, eyes lining with tears.

“You don’t like it?” He was mocking you. “I think we can fix that.” The appendage around your wrists moved, keeping your hands bound as the tip moved toward the hem of your panties.

Eyes widening, you growled, your legs flailing out in his direction, hope alone driving you to try and knock him over. Or, at least, you thought it was hope. It could just as easily have been stupidity. It was like you were drowning in air, fighting something that consumed and surrounded you. And even with all of your fighting, Rire was unfazed. He laughed.

The tentacle slithered under your panties, the slick, smooth tip teasing over your regrettably swollen clit. Sparks danced over your skin, and you groaned onto his cock, drool spilling from the corner of your full mouth. Rire chuckled again, pushing you further onto his dick, his hips bucking in rhythm with the toying of your clit. Whining, you squeezed your thighs together, trying to pinch the tentacle from its owner, but that only increased the pressure it applied to your nub.

You wanted to say no.  Instead, “Hhnn,” came your pathetic protest.

The energy in your body whittled to nil, and even as you gargled on the length of his cock, reigning in the urge to vomit, your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Pleasure was winning the war on your senses, overriding the hatred you had for Rire, and even the most primal, physical rejection of his dick. You hated that you could feel the wetness spilling from your inner thighs as your brain screamed in disgust, hated that your clit and walls throbbed in bliss. You were getting close. Against your will, you were going to fucking cum.

“There we go,” he murmured. “Normally, I like to hear you beg to cum, but I suppose you’re a bit preoccupied.” His length hit a soft spot in your throat, and you wretched. “You want to cum for me, little human?”

You groaned, shaking your head, even as saliva coated your chin and dripped to your breasts, even while your lids fluttered, even as the coil of tension in your belly threatened to snap. The appendage at your clit swirled and rubbed, coating the nub in your own juices, slicking it in tight, hot circles. Words were wisps, your brain only able to catch the tail ends before they dissipated into the tempest of reluctant ecstasy.

“Too bad,” he said. “Cum for me.”

It started with the jolting of muscles--thighs, arms, stomach--contracting and jerking as the unwanted orgasm erupted inside of you. You squealed, gagging on his dick as you came, your clit twitching against the assault while your fingers and toes went numb with pleasure. Your climax stole what energy remained from your limbs, and you went limp in Rire’s grip. He snuffed a moan, fucking deep into your throat and spilling his cum inside you, sparing you the trial of attempting to swallow it.

His cock pulsed and twitched on your tongue, and he pulled out, stringing spit and semen across your lips. The tentacles around your mouth released you, and you gasped, heaving and choking while you tried to gulp down as much air as you could, your eyelids still struggling to remain open, your body still bereft of energy.

“Is… is that… all you wanted?”

Rire smirked. “Oh,” he said. “Don’t think you’re getting off that easily.”

Before you could speak, a tentacle shoved itself into your open mouth, winding down your throat. It was thick and heavy and almost wet--your stomach flipped in revulsion.

“Suck it.” His smile was wider than ever.

Even if you’d wanted to, you couldn’t. The tentacle swelled inside of you, growing fat and wide, filling every millimeter of your throat, cutting off air to your lungs. The hair on your arms shot straight, and you screeched, a sound that was dampened to a muted whine. You thrashed against his hold, squirming in his grip, your heart pounding in your chest and temples, your body writhing with strength dug from the deepest reaches of your mind.

But even this was not enough. The revolt used up the oxygen in your blood faster than you’d wanted. And you still couldn’t fucking breathe. The tentacle had worked its way so deep that you were certain it had wormed its way into your stomach. Stomach. That was a word, right? You couldn’t remember. You couldn’t feel your hands. Your arms. Your face. A last minute struggle--you twisted back and forth, flung out your legs toward him. But you couldn’t see him anymore. You couldn’t see anything.

Rire said something, but it was lost in the ocean of your mind. Then, it was lost forever.

---

You woke up in a haze. Your wrists were bound to the bed. You were alone.

This time, you shot up, almost popping your shoulders from their sockets. Your heart was already in your throat, your body already drenched in sweat. But you could breathe. And for now, you were alive.

“What the fuck?” you shouted into the air. “Rire! What the fuck? What is this!”

Like an apparition, he appeared at the edge of your sight, sitting at the end of your bed, yellow eyes boring into you. He was still grinning. “You’re not having fun?”

“Fuck no. What the fuck is this?”

“I had hoped you’d come to enjoy my game,” Rire said.

You scowled. “I hate you.”

His smile grew. You wished it hadn’t. “Really?” He stood, walking over to the head of the bed. The glow of his gaze made you sick with fury. Reaching over, he tugged at the edge of your bindings and pulled them loose. “Then show me how much you hate me.”

Whether it was a part of his game or not didn’t matter. Free to attack him, you slung your fist toward his face, but he was faster, catching the punch in his palm. Your other fist came next, but he caught this one, too, so you leapt up, launching toward him like a tiger, trying to pounce him into the floor. He stepped back, dodging you with the grace of a ballet dancer. You wanted to see him panic, wanted to see the flash of fear in his eyes, but every one of your movements was futile and flaccid, dying in the air before you could blink. The mass of your body felt heavy, as if by having limbs and flesh you were slowing yourself down, like the mere fact of your existence was an encumbrance. Growling, you rushed him, and he stepped to the side, leaving you to hit the far wall of your bedroom. You spun--heaving, furious, desperate.

Rire frowned. “Come on, little human. Fight me.”

He stepped toward you, snatching your wrist and throwing you onto the bed. You bounced on the mattress, the air knocked from your lungs, but before you could scramble onto the floor, he swept forward, pinning you, his hands on your shoulders, his hips spearing yours apart. Thrashing, you howled, trying to turn your head to bite his wrists. His fingers dug into the muscle, and he laughed. You were a writhing worm underneath his body, just as weak, just as helpless.

“Fight me.”

Rire reached down, and you heard the jingle of a belt buckle, the zzrp of his zipper. Then his fingers, rough and large, pulled your panties to the side, and he pierced you with his cock, rough and dry. You screamed.

“Fight me.”

Plunging deep and hard, his dick tore you open, pain shooting up your thighs. You couldn’t cry in front of him. You wouldn’t. Tears welled, and you bit your lip, wanting to fight them off, but it was no use. He growled in pleasure, and they spilled over your cheeks, hot and wet. Your legs and arms were limp at your sides, as if they’d lost all strength. Rire pumped into you, his breath short, watching you, daring you to move. Speak. Anything. But you didn’t want to. You wanted to accept this. You wanted it to be fucking over.

“Fight me,” he said again.

Your face cracked in a sob. “I can’t!”

He stopped, brow drawn low. “That’s disappointing.”

A flame lit in your chest, and you pointlessly flailed underneath him. “God! Just tell me what the fuck you want from me!”

Pursing his lips, Rire gripped your face, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. “I already told you.”

Before you could say a word, his hand flew across your cheek with a stark smack, your skin exploding with pain. Your face hardened when you tried to resist--and he slapped you again, whipping your head to the side. You tried to turn back, and he slapped you again, and again, and again, your skull tossing from side to side, your vision fizzing, your ears ringing in protest. Your chin quivered as you focused, and you drew the two images together in front of you--Rire, smiling, his teeth white and sharp and taunting. Seething, you spit in his face--but you weren’t even given a chance to see the spit land before his hand latched onto your neck and he flung you from the bed, a tentacle around your waist tossing you like a sack into the wall of your bedroom.

You slammed the drywall and collapsed in a heap, pain still radiating from between your legs. Shivering, you attempting to stand, commanding your joints to pull it the fuck together and do work for once. But the appendage was around your waist again, and this time, he launched you through the door, down the hall, and you tumbled like a mass of confused bones into the ground, limbs wild. You gasped, screaming, hoping someone would hear you, struggling to your feet, determined now to reach your front door and dart into the street, find someone, anyone who wasn’t a demon.

You turned to your escape and met him, chest to chest, his head in a playful tilt. “Where are you going, little human?”

A tentacle slapped you with such force that you stumbled, falling backward, but another one caught you, curling around you, holding you still, a vise against your feeble attempts to wrench it from your body with your fingers, to dig your heels into the floor and push it away.

“Now this is fun.” He held you up, sauntering over, and tugged your panties down your hips. You whinged, choking back a sob. Why wouldn’t it end?

A question that would not receive an answer. Rire pulled you close, your body suspended by his tentacle, and pried your legs apart, pulling out his hard cock once more and shoving it into your cunt. You shrieked when he ripped through your resistance, one hand bolted to your hips, the other around your neck, toying with your breath as he fucked into you.

Your body shuddered when you broke into sobs. It would have been better to choke them down, but you didn’t care. Everything hurt--and your mind hurt the most. It seemed like you had spent days in an endless machine of torture, and you wanted out. Rire drove his dick deep into your pussy, panting, moaning when your body squeezed him out of instinct. Hating him wasn’t enough to stop the slick from coating your walls, wasn’t enough to stall the arousal when he tested the tip of a tentacle across your aching clit.

“No!” you sputtered. “Please! No!”

“You don’t want to cum again?” he purred, thumb pushing on your pulse.

“Fuck no!” You wanted release. Something. A break from this hell. “Please, Rire. Please just fucking kill me.”

He groaned, tightening his grip around your neck. “Oh, little human…” You hated how flooded with ecstasy he sounded. “You’ll have to beg better than that.”

Before you could speak, he moaned again, pounding you with his cock and nuzzling into your shoulder. He sucked at your skin, drawing lines across your flesh with his tongue, shivers of bliss echoing through you. Your brain short-circuited--the over-stimulation of everything only made you wilder. Rire flicked your clit a second time, making you clench around his dick, and he gasped, rolling his hips into yours. You snapped.

“Please, Rire! Please! Please just fucking kill me. Please kill me, Rire, please!  No more nightmares! No more games! I want to die! I need to fucking die!”

A deep moan left his chest, as if your words brought him pleasure. “Of course.”

He growled and bit down on your neck, teeth slicing into your carotid, blood spraying his face in torrents. You gasped, flooded with immediate relief, endorphins rushing your body as they attempted to soothe the screaming pain at your throat. Rire fucked you, still, moaning, gasping, murmuring something in your ear, something that was murky and watery and numb in your mind. You felt it through the last bits of consciousness--his hips hitting you, once, twice, his fingers pinching your skin.

But it didn’t matter, you figured. Free. Free. Free. You were finally free.

--

It’s unclear how much time has passed when your brain clicks on again, how long it has taken for your soul to be shuffled into the afterworld. A consciousness is unexpected. Death feels strange, though. Like life. Your heart is beating. You turn your head.

You wake up in a haze. Your wrists are bound to the bed. You are alone.