#YES THIS IS BECAUSE I STILL HAVEN'T PULLED HIS CARD YET

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Ok, so another fic blurb! (loosely inspired by the recent banner hehe) | press here for filth

What if...... Sylus, the beast tamer, the liberator of the caged and broken, has a pet of his own? 

What if, in this scenario, you are the beast in question—his wild, fickle, untamed little plaything?

He doesn’t mean for it to happen. He caught wind of a trafficking ring auctioning hybrids of varying types; a setup he knows all too well, having freed countless creatures from similar fates on planets far away. And it's only supposed to go about one way, bringing along the kind of chaos he excels at: quick, efficient, brutal.

He will play the instigator, the matchstick to the pyre, and watch as the oppressed tear their captors apart. Blood will spill, chains will break, and he will revel amidst the pandemonium, a spectator to the glorious enactment of rightful vengeance.

But then—he sees you.

The runt of the pack, small and unsure, trembling in the eye of the storm he unleashes. Hackles raised, little fangs bared – not in defiance, but in fright.

You don’t fight. You don’t flee. You only flinch at the sound of slaughter, shoulders drawn tight, tail coiled around yourself like you can somehow disappear from it all. There’s something about the way you cower at the roar of violence, how you huddle in on yourself even as freedom crashes down around you, that makes something in him snap. Something visceral ignites in him.

An unfamiliar, wretched need to protect curls inside his ribs.

He can’t leave you here. He won’t.

And before he can even think to stop himself, his body moves on instinct, eviscerating anything in his way, cutting a clean path to where you stand frozen in fear. His hands find you, steady. Certain. 

He doesn't let you look – doesn’t let you see the finale of the insurrection that has made you shake in fear. The next thing you know, you’re in his arms, pressed against the unyielding heat of him as he makes a swift exit.

And the next thing he knows, you’ve already claimed him as yours.

It’s different this time, you think. You barely know this man, your unforeseen savior, but something about him calms the noise in your head, stills the frantic pulse in your throat. An inexplicable sense of security settles deep in you, and you swish your tail in contentment, loop it possessively around his leg. Pressing your face into his neck, just breathing him in. Marking him in your own way. 

Warmth. Steel. Something sharp beneath it all.

Something dangerous. 

Powerful. 

Safe.  

And when you burrow deeper, seeking, instinctive, Sylus exhales like you’ve punched the air from his lungs.

He knows he can’t let you go.

His pretty beastie. His precious, skittish thing.

He doesn’t call you a pet. That word is foreign on his tongue, wrong, too close to what he stands against. And the last thing Sylus wants is for you to feel like you’ve simply exchanged one owner for another. No, never that. 

But then you look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes—innocent and somehow sly at the same time—pressing your body against him like you want to nestle under his skin.

You, his restless little distraction, his playfully insistent creature; always demanding his time, expecting the infamous leader of Onychinus (not that the title means a thing to you) to indulge you.

And he does.

Because he never gives you a reason to think otherwise, never denies you anything. Always so willing, so devoted to your happiness.

____

It starts small.

Or maybe that’s what he tells himself.

Maybe it starts when he catches you preening in front of the mirror, grooming yourself with little licks, arching your back, testing the stretch of your limbs... and something about the way you move makes him clench his jaw and avert his gaze. 

Maybe it starts the first time you crawl into his lap without a second thought, tail curling idly around his wrist as you press close, heedless of the tension thrumming beneath his skin.

Or maybe it starts when you purr for him, soft and endearing and so achingly sweet, whenever his hands find themselves mapping the smooth expanse of your back. 

He shouldn’t touch you the way he does.

It’s indulgent, the way his fingers trace your spine, stroke the soft patch of fur at the base of your tail.

It’s indulgent, the way you stretch beneath his touch, arching, sighing, rubbing yourself against his palm like you need more.

It’s indulgent, the way he lets you.

And it only gets worse.

Because now, you’ve started seeking him out.

It’s innocuous at first. Always pressing against him whenever (and wherever) he’s seated, stealing his warmth, basking in his protective embrace. Curling around him like you belong there, lazy and spoiled, like you already know he won’t push you away.

And he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. 

Because when you tuck yourself against his side and let out that soft, pleased little “mrrr,” it does something terrible to him.

(It snaps his unraveling restraint, thread by thread.)

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His adorable, darling kitten. His. The moment he laid eyes on you, he knew. And oh, there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

His sweet little thing….. who’s getting bolder with each passing day. Pushing. Teasing. Learning exactly what makes him falter.

His baby, who goes into heat at certain times of the month and expects him to help, because he always helps, doesn’t he?

So it’s not your fault when you arch your back so shamelessly beneath his touch, when you shudder as his fingers find that sensitive spot on your tailbone.

It’s not your fault when you grind needily into his lap, rubbing yourself against his hardening cock in slow, lazy motions, feeling the change in his breathing, the sharp exhale through his nose (something that excites you to no end).

It’s not your fault when you whimper so prettily, let your tongue flick over his pulse, nip at his skin in playful challenge.

And it’s certainly not your fault when you feel it—massive, hot, and unmistakable beneath where you’re situated on top of him. 

The air between you shifts. Thickens.

His fingers tighten, grip bruising as he stills you.

His breath is slow, painstakingly measured, and he knows he’s fighting a losing battle.

Sylus, torn between the animalistic desire to give you everything you ask for, and the absolute immorality of wanting to render you useless, to force you down on all fours and thoroughly fuck you, breed you on every surface in this damned house, and the last, fraying threads of his restraint wavers.

Then his precious little pet mewls for him.

And it’s like a switch flips inside him.

A breaking. A liberation.

That’s all it takes.

Because when you whimper his name, voice desperate and pleading, hips pressing forward so insistently—when you beg him, hiccuping, to do something, please, please–

Sylus gives in.

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Silver is finally here...he just took the title for the most beautiful card in TWST's history...

me five years ago: wow I really hope we get to see dragon Malleus someday! that'll be so nice and wonderful. I bet he's a big silly! :)

twst: :)

GOD. it occurred to me literally three hours before the anniversary stream that they might've been saving the reveal for then to just explode us all at once. this timing was EXTREMELY deliberate. thank you Twst. I can't even focus on all the Blazing Jewel stuff because Silver wielding the physical manifestation of his Complicated Dad Issues is busy eating my entire brain. and -- oh what's that? he duos with Lilia? I'M RUINED THANK YOU ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

this is your warning that I'm going to be the most annoying person on the planet come Monday morning, thank you everybody and goodniiiiiiight

[notashadowbutawave]

finally talked my wife into watching 8x06 "confessions" with me and WOW there's quite a lot going on in this breakup scene in buck's apartment (and the infamous glee scene for that matter) that I haven't seen discussed much on this website (though maybe I'm just not finding it?) like this show is always yelling the themes in your face but...

first of all I think it's somewhat intentional that Buck is being written as kind of regressing. So far in the show, he's gotten his confidence in romantic relationships by fulfilling the role with the person that he thinks he should fulfill. with Abby, Buck had just learned about serious adult romantic relationships and how they work and was trying to Be A Partner in a complete speed run. But he learned that no amount of devotion is a substitute for functionality. with Taylor, he was trying to Be A Functional Partner - and he learned that being a partner Has To involve trust, and that trust comes from somewhere else other than just our actions - it has to come from our hearts.

Tommy is the first person he's ever dated where he doesn't know what the next steps are and that's because this isn't something he has a blueprint for - being a Partner and a Functional Partner for somebody who sees right through him and sees exactly what he's trying to do, to make Tommy never leave. Abby was completely clueless (sorry I really dislike Abby) and Taylor didn't realize that an adult man could behave so badly without utter malice in his heart. Both of them kind of make the mistake of being vulnerable to Buck's charms.

Tommy is of course vulnerable to Buck's charms but Buck is more transparently himself with Tommy as well - and what Tommy sees, then, is a person who is deeply insecure and may be trending in the right direction but ultimately still thinks there's a lever he can pull to make Tommy stay and never leave him. He doesn't know that he's not done cooking yet because every new thing he learns about the world or others makes him feel brand fucking new.

So yes, the glee scene:

Josh was absolutely gagged that Tommy was Abby's ex fiance

Buck's first instinct is to see the situation from Abby's side and go into protective mode which is adorably loyal to be fair but also like ; get a grip

I actually love Josh's framing of "you care about this person and if you want a future in a queer relationship you need to learn that we don't all come to this the same way"

Did they need a cultural reference? No. Were they going to self referentially congratulate Ryan Murphy for inflicting it on the world? Yes.

And regarding the breakup itself:

What is wrong with this fandom's sense of humor that I haven't seen a gif of "I'm the himbo" ??? Like yes babe u sure are come here

Buck is really working so hard in this scene to make sure Tommy knows that he's serious. He's like... this freaked me out but I've decided I'm cool with it. She changed my life but not like you !!!

Like bless his heart, Buck thought he was really doing the right thing by telling Tommy about Abby BEFORE ASKING HIM TO MOVE IN WITH HIM. like MY CARDS ARE ON THE TABLE??? SEE??? LOVE ME FOREVER !! it's adorable and it's also cringe as fuck.

I think the real sin of the writing here is making Buck so completely clueless that this is the wrong move. Like he's kind of an idiot (Eddie Diaz's words not mine) but moving in with someone after dating them for six months in your 30s is WILD behavior and I don't think even Evan Buckley would fail to realize that this is a bit much in this moment.

But idk being in love makes one do stupid things? I did all of my messy bitch relationship shit before I turned 30 but I guess it is buck we are talking about

I completely understand why Tommy reacts the way he does in this scene and bless Lou Ferrigno Jr for acting it with such nuance, much more depth than the scene frankly deserves. What a heartbreaker. Like you see him tense up at Buck's request

"I'm not saying let's get married or engaged, even though we would have the right, thanks to the brave people who came before, including you." such an insane thing to say to your boyfriend. Whoever approved this script was trying to take me out like with a gun.

You then see the absolute grief in Tommy's eyes like oh god this kid is killing me. He's so sweet. He's so cute. He doesn't get it. I love him. He doesn't get it.

As an aside, Eddie being stalked in the juice bar by the hot priest was absolutely incredible.

I didn't hate this episode but wow the writing does suck shit, however I fully believe it makes sense for them to break up here and get back together in the future ??? because Buck DOES have some shit to figure out. Like moving in with someone is a lot of fucking intimacy REALLY fast and baby boy sometimes you NEED to pump the brakes a little ESPECIALLY when you think someone might be THE ONE and you just figured out you like guys six months ago.

I get it and yeah the writing is tragic and the inclusion of Abby in general is just unhinged and unnecessary but like I don't hate the broad strokes here. how else does the blorbo learn if not by ritual torture by the writers. Lou is too good to not have back though. My god what a treasure.

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A Day in a Life—Dating Nanami Kento: A Love Story in Financial Planning Pt.3 | Nanami x Reader

Remember, Bestie Dating Nanami is not for the weak. 

This is a man who believes romance is a logical decision, not an emotional one.

Love? Affection? Pillow talk? 

No, bestie. 

This man schedules quality time like it's a board meeting.

You text him "I miss you ❤️"and he responds, 

"Understood. I can be available for dinner at 7:30 PM. Does that work for you?"

SIR.

It drives you crazy, but some part of you melts when you imagine him setting his alarm to make you his priority. It just...makes sense, you know?

You enjoy getting lost in the crowd around the farmer's market when his arm slips over your shoulders and steadies you. The soft squeeze he gives you brings a little smile to your face and his warm murmur reminds you, "We still have time."

Because Nanami wants you to find the freshest vegetables and fruits and buy the prettiest bouquet without having to worry about finding him at the end. You turn and his eyes are already fixed on you, and they sweep down your figure before rising again. His lips quirk a bit when they meet yours and it makes you melt every damn time.

However, Dates with Nanami: A Budgeting Nightmare

Oh, you think you're going on cute, spontaneous dates with Nanami? 

No, bestie. 

You're going on economically responsible outings.

You want to grab brunch? Nanami is already shaking his head at the overpriced avocado toast. 

You order a cocktail? This man is squinting at the menu like he's reading the fine print on a lease.

"Eighteen dollars for a cocktail? Ridiculous."

SIR. IF YOU DON'T RELAX AND DRINK YOUR OVERPRICED SCOTCH. 

And don't even think  about pulling out your wallet—because Nanami refuses to let you pay. 

"It would be against the ethics of our relationship," he says, all business-like, while handing his card to the waitress. You open your mouth, because your parents didn't raise a freeloader, when his finger taps against your lips. "Not a word. Consider it an investment," he says as his finger turns up at the edge of his glasses.

Nanami's Texting Game: Corporate and Cold

Nanami does not do good morning texts.

✔You : "Good morning, babe! ☀️ I hope you have a great day! ❤️"

✔ Nanami (seen at 8:02 AM, responds at 4:52 PM): "Hello."

✔ You: "HELLO? THAT'S IT?!"

✔ Nanami: "What else is there to say?"

You try to flirt? 

You send "I miss you 🥺"and he responds with: 

Nanami (seen at 10:12 AM, no reply.)

Nanami (10:15 AM, Zelle: $30).

Message: "Get your favorite coffee. I'll see you later."

SIR. I AM FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE. 

And FaceTiming him is a battle.

He answers immediately—but he is NOT happy about it.

You're sitting there all cute, twirling your hair, and he's just staring at you like a disappointed father.

"What is it?" he asks.

SIR. CAN YOU PRETEND TO BE HAPPY TO SEE ME?! 

You speak first. "Just wanted to see you. We haven't FaceTimed all day. And since it's you're lunch hour I thought it's be ok. Sorry, um.. were you in a meeting?"

"Yes." He deadpans.

OMG.

Just then, an elderly woman starts cussing someone out in a different language, then talking about a refund, and Nanami frowns, adjusting his tie. "...Where are you?"

"Uh..." You quickly exit the Ulta and try to give a convincing grin. "Just on my way home."

You're lying trying to keep yourself in the center of the camera he doesn't see the display behind you and decide to have your ass financially excommunicated.

Meanwhile, he's trying to make sense of your surroundings while simultaneously responding to multiple emails and messages.

Nanami narrows his eyes.

"...Is that Ulta?"

"Uh, no?"

"I see a makeup display behind you."

FUCK.

"You just spent $200 on skincare last week."

"Skincare is an investment."

Another pause. His lips part slightly—like he's hesitating before speaking.

"So is your savings account and Roth IRA. And yet."

SIR. SIR. CAN YOU JUST PRETEND TO LOVE ME FIRST BEFORE DRAGGING ME???

Nanami glances offscreen.

"Actually, I'm about to run into a meeting with some important clients. Let me know when you make it back."

"I will, b—" And he hangs up.

WHAAAAAT?!

-

When you FaceTime again an hour later, he doesn't answer. He sends you a message 20 minutes later:

"This isn't the best time to talk, sorry."

BABE.

ARE WE FACETIMING, OR TEXTING, IT CAN GO EITHER WAY.

He doesn't call back for another eight hours. You fall asleep staring at your phone. When you wake up, the green icon says he read your messages, but not a word. No apology, no explanation—nothing. You're halfway through an angry rant in your head, before you hear his keys jangle outside your apartment door. He leans against the doorway and studies you with his brow raised. He knows. Of course, he knows.

And when Nanami finally meets you half way, it makes everything worth it.

Being Romanced by a Spreadsheet in Human Form 

Nanami does not plan dates.

He optimizes them. 

This man has an Excel sheet for everything.

A list of restaurants with the best price-to-quality ratio.

A personal budget report for how much money you've saved since dating him.

A shared Google Calendar invite for your next date night 

The Relationship Dynamic

Nanami is the type of man to tell you he likes you in the most passive, emotionally unavailable way possible.

He's not gonna say "I love you."

No, he's gonna refill your gas tank and hope you figure it out.

He remembers your favorite coffee order. 

You casually mention your favorite perfume—BOOM, a new bottle appears.

He keeps cough drops in his pocket just in case you get sick.

Or fix something in your apartment without saying a word.

You never have to ask, because he's already three steps ahead of you.

And if you ever ask him why he doesn't communicate his emotions,he's just sighing, taking a slow sip of whiskey, mumbling:

"Words are meaningless without action."

SIR. PLEASE JUST SAY YOU LOVE ME

But say something sweet to him? 

You: "I feel so safe with you." 

Nanami: "That's an efficient use of my presence." 

SIR. 

HAVE YOU EVER SINCERELY EXPRESSED A FEELING, LET ALONE CRUSHED ON SOMEONE, IN YOUR LIFE?

PDA? Not in This Economy.

Nanami does NOT do unnecessary affection. 

Hand-holding? Limited to crossing the street.

Kissing in public? Absolutely not. 

Cuddling? Only if it's cold, and even then, it's purely for efficiency.

But if you ever lean into him while you two are out? 

This man will freeze up like he just got drafted into war.

Meanwhile, his hand is already in his pocket, Zelle-ing you $50 because he does not know how to handle emotions.

SIR. I JUST WANTED A HUG. 

OHHHHH but The Sex: Silent But Deadly

Oh, and let's talk about sex with Nanami.

Because this man does NOT do casual hookups.

If Nanami is fucking you, he wants to own your soul.

This is a man who fucks like he's closing a business deal.

Does this man use a condom?

Hell, yeah, he does.Everything is controlled, calculated, efficient—until you make one sound, and now he's lost in the sauce.

You think Nanami is quiet in bed? 

NO, BESTIE. 

This man is repressed.

The moment you reach in to your nightstand and there's no condoms.

His gaze on you sharpens.

You let out a soft giggle, shifting onto your knees beside him.

"I mean, we wouldn't be in such an, uh," you said with a light giggle. "Well we wouldn't be having this type of accident then."

UGH. Y/N. GET IT TOGETHER, HAHA

It takes him a second.

The pensive expression as he cocks his head and quirks an eyebrow.

Then, his brows shoot up at the realization.

"Condom, Y/n. Did you run out?" he asks.

Y-Yes."

"Hmm. Why didn't you buy more?"

WHAT?!

"B-Bu—u-uh, I forgot?!" You reply, feeling his hand sliding up your bare thigh.

His voice is deep, rich and commanding, a calm timbre as always.

"Would you like me to go purchase more? It won't take long."

WHAT KIND OF LOGISTICS-BASED SEDUCTION IS THIS?

W-why is your heart racing?

"NO—uh—wait—just—pull out?! We don't have to—uh—waste time with—uh—logistics?! We can—um—improvise??"

And then, suddenly, he's had enough.

His lips slam into yours—hot, demanding, final—swallowing every weak excuse before you can even breathe.

OH.

Fuck logistics I guess.

His strong arm wraps around your waist and guides you beneath him as his hot mouth hungrily kisses you.

F-Fuck.

Suddenly, his weight is against you, pushing you deeper into the mattress, his thick thigh parting your legs further.

He will be completely in control at first, moving at a steady pace, whispering, "Tell me if it's too much." 

But the moment you whimper? Moan? Scratch his back? 

It's over. 

Now he's gripping your wrists, pulling your hair, and hitting it from the back like there's no tomorrow.

SIR, DON'T FORCE MY ARM BACK LIKE THAT.

His hips stutter, like he's fighting himself—like he's holding back something he doesn't want to name.

"Shit," he grits out, his fingers flexing involuntarily.

And then?

He snaps.

His thrusts turn punishing, primal, unforgiving. His head tips back, lips parted, panting, as he twists your hair got a better grip.

"You're fucking ruining me," he growls, voice wrecked, raw, and almost... frustrated.

And then? He bites down.

Hard.

All business is gone.

Nanami loses himself.

But you already knew you did this to him.

So, you grab him, press him into the mattress, and you ride him so hard that he is rendered speechless.

You roll your hips slow, deliberate. Just to watch him break.

His hands slide down your thighs, gripping tight, like he needs to hold onto something before he falls apart.

"Shit," he hisses, his head tipping back.

His neck is tense, the vein at his throat pronounced.

You grind down harder.

"F-fuck," he exhales, his breath hitching, his control slipping.

And then? He does something he never does.

His fingers dig into your hips, and his voice drops into something desperate.

"Please," he breathes, the word gritted, forced, unintentional.

You freeze. Because this man does not beg.

Your lips curl. "Please what?"

His jaw clenches, but his grip tightens.

"Don't stop."

The most you can get out of him are primal grunts.

When you lean over him, moving slow so you don't fall on top of him, and trace the outlines of his lips with a finger, you see him visibly shudder. His jaw clenches as you brush back the strands of blond hair that stick to his sweat-drenched forehead.

His eyes are shut, the pulse in his neck visible, the veins in his biceps defined and strained. You run a finger up his arm and can see his skin react, tiny hairs standing on end. It almost tickles.

Your other hand moves lower, cupping his balls, and he exhales loudly, biting his bottom lip to keep from being louder. With another slow bounce, his body tenses—shaking for just a few seconds—before he grips the sheets, holding himself back. You smirk, giving him two long, torturously slow rolls of your hips before settling into a steady rhythm.

He thrusts with you, his hand clutching the bed sheet at his hip as the other gripping the headboard behind his head. Watching your breasts bounce with every roll of your hips, his jaw tightening each time your tight entrance sucked him in.

In one swift motion, he sits up, grips your waist, and flips you onto your back. As he starts to pound into you, his groans grow louder and deeper.

He stops to move your legs over his shoulders. In the shadows cast by the dim bedside table light, his cheekbones and eyebrows are exaggerated, his chest and arms more muscled and veined than usual. He opens his eyes, and for a second you wish you hadn't seen that dangerous glint. His hand slides along your ankle, gently squeezing.

You relax in the bed sheets, sinking into his strong grip and his steady movement. He keeps his eyes on you.

The usual restraint in his expression?

Gone.

His hand drags down your stomach, down your hip, gripping tight.

"Look at me," he orders, his breath shaky.

You do. And that's when you realize—

His jaw is clenched. His brow furrowed. His pupils, completely blown.

He is holding back something devastating.

"Keep looking at me," he warns. "Don't you dare fucking close your eyes."

You are not some object to him—a mere transaction.

You are an investment. A personal project.

Something he can pour hours of time and labor into,to reap its value when you bloom.

But finally after this man cums deep in you, you watch as the tension that never leaves his shoulders melt.

Now he's breathing heavy, cursing under his breath, and suddenly he's on his third round like, "I didn't realize how much I needed this."

SIR. YOU ARE AN ANIMAL.

And after he's completely ruined your life?

He's just sitting on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair, whispering:

"This was irresponsible."

He's referring to his little accident.

YOU MEAN THE FACT THAT YOUR CUM IS CURRENTLY MARINATING MY INSIDES?!

You pause.

Okay, yeah. This man needs to chill the fuck out, for real.

Nanami goes quiet again. You wrap your arms around him, holding his tight shoulders and hard muscles.

You see his jaw tighten again as he stares straight ahead. You press your chest against his back and hug him close. When you put your chin on his shoulder he exhales long, relaxing his shoulders again. He turns and your noses nudges his cheek, and his eyes seem sleepy, tired, but very satisfied. You move your lips to his and take his soft lower lip, dragging it slightly. You move your mouth against his. When he finally kisses back he groans, you're not sure what is going on in his head but he kisses you desperately.

"K-Kento, i-its okay! I was just as involved in not purchasing enough protection! I'll take care of everything in the morning. Plan B. No biggie."

Nanami just stares at you.

His fingers brush your thigh, slow, careful.

"...I'll go get it," he murmurs, eyes flickering across your face like he's memorizing you.

You shake your head. "I can—"

"No," he interrupts, his voice impossibly soft.

His lips brush your forehead.

"Stay here. I'll be back soon."

He sees your trembling expression, and just knows you aren't saying no big deal because you think it is no big deal.

He tries to comfort you, and runs a soothing hand on your back.

It's his way of showing you he's grateful, that this wasn't some messy affair.

"I apologize, I really shouldn't have put you in that position." He sighs. "In the future, I'll be sure to—"

SIR. YOU JUST GAVE ME THE BEST SEX OF MY LIFE, AND NOW YOU'RE HAVING A MORAL CRISIS?!

"It's ok...I really liked what just happened. That was, um...It was actually amazing. Can we maybe do it again, but with I'll get on the pill next time, though?" You ask hesitantly, and quietly, chuckling and blushing a tad, and when his arms encase your naked frame. He places a kiss against the side of your neck before his breath warms your earlobe and his rich baritone rumble hits your core, saying:

"Absolutely."

HE NEARLY DEAFENED YOU WITH THAT VOICE WHILE THE REASSURING KISS BURNS INTO YOUR MIND.

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Sorry didn't mean to send that so fast. :P

To add more context to my comment (because I was writing it in my car at the laundromat and basically furiously typing), it's not just the narrative that was against Blitzø in Mastermind but against Stolas, too. Andrealphus paints him as a weak figure unable to defend himself against a 'brutish' imp, and so emotionally frail that he could be manipulated by a much lesser being. Yes, the court wanted to rush through the trial, but those are heavy implications to put on a prince who outranks him. This was while Stolas was in the middle of (or coming out of) divorcing Stella, cutting ties with both of them - yet Andrealphus still managed to look like a concerned brother-in-law to the court. Stella and Andre have stripped Stolas' autonomy so bad that an in-law can hold an entire court case about him, and only one Goetia even questions why Stolas isn't there.

(And no need to reply to this if you don't want to. This is just one of the HB plots i have heavy personal investment in so I can go off.)

Stolas and a Lack of Autonomy

Shout out to Caldella yet again. I do apologize for managing to butcher your point. I am like- half tired and realizing where I got a bit mixed up.

The autonomy argument has been one I haven't had time to articulate due to other drama and such being brought to me.

However, Stolas's autonomy is such an important conversation that gets glossed over and is a conversation I started in my reblog of Stolas Functioning as Pink Diamond, where I discuss how wealth does not shield Stolas from abuse

"I have argued this in both the SU fandom and in Helluva Boss, but wealth does not shield you from abuse. Wealth cannot shield you from becoming a victim. Wealth aids the abusers, not the abused. Stolas is stuck in an endless cycle of pain due to a system that strips him of his humanity and choice. He has no autonomy to do much else and if he tries? Beaten and silenced into submission by his wife who continues to perpetuate and reinforce that system in their home, same as Blue and Yellow Diamond to Pink."

Stolas is stuck in an endless cycle due to his place in society and the social ostracization he deals with. As I have stated before, there is a reason Stella treats him the way she does. It is her control over Stolas that keeps him in his place. This system they both are victims of enables Stella's behavior as nothing more than a "correction" for Stolas's behaviors or "mistakes"

When it comes to Stolas he is an oppressed group. While many may not like that observation, he is a gay man being abused by a system that purposely works against him. A world that only praises and upholds straightness. Yes, Stolas has privilege and such, but he is still a gay, repressed man who is a victim of domestic violence. He is in this position because the system he is under allows and enables Stella's behavior.

As I stated in my Blitz Post, a lot of Stolas's behaviors are explained by abuse, but many people give Blitz the "trauma card" but go hard on Stolas for lesser offences;

"Yet everyone excuses ALL of his behaviors and problems on his trauma and the pain he has been through, but those same people will call Stolas a deadbeat and terrible person just because he is an awful flirt and a literal DV victim recovering from being COMPLETELY repressed due to the fact that the system that gives him his wealth has worked against him to the point he has no autonomy."

When we talk about autonomy, we're talking about the basic ability to make choices and Stolas has been utterly stripped of that since day one.

As a child, Stolas was even hit by Paimon so it seems abuse or physical reactions to bad behavior are common and normalized amongst the Goetia.

Not only this, but as a child Stolas is given an arranged marriage and told what is expected of him from this point onward;

Paimon: *leans toward Stolas* Wonderful! *speaks fast* Also, son, you are destined to sire *pulls a picture of a young Stella from his cloak* a precautionary addition to the Goetia family. So, you are now engaged. *shows Stolas the picture* Congratulations. Isn't she charming?

Stolas's entire purpose and life is this family. This daughter he has is supposed to be this big important thing to help the Goetia Family, but Stolas is utterly petrified at the idea. He is just a child, but expected to understand that his entire life is for this family now. His life results in lifelong servitude to this family, to Stella, to a girl he doesn't even know.

This is where the seed is planted, that Stolas in a sense doesn't matter. That everything he does is for his family and his position.

Stolas's entire life has been in debt to a family that does not care about him.

Stolas: I know��what I did. I would feel bad if I hurt you, but we both know I didn't do that. You and I were arranged for one reason; to birth a precautionary heir to the Goetia family, nothing more. I tried so many years to make it comfortable for us; to have this family, but it was never enough. The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty was for that girl to have a normal life. ...I cannot do this anymore. I want you out. Now.

He fulfilled his duties and in a sense this gives him an out. He can justify leaving and running from Stella now because he fulfilled his duties to their family. That was all that mattered.

Stolas's entire conditioning was to be subservient to those who "needed" him.

Everything in his life was for him to be a perfect husband and a decent father, but Stolas despite his position, conditioning, and abuse managed to go beyond that. Being an amazing father, taking abuse, and still coming out of it on top.

However, he still never had a choice in his life. He didn't get to choose himself. This idea of submissiveness lives in his character to keep people around him happy, even when it does not benefit him.

There is even a point that makes it seem like Stolas should be scared of Andrelphus for some reason which brings up interesting narrative points as to why Stella believes Andrelphus being involved would deter Stolas;

[She steps forwards as Stolas shrinks backwards looking slightly frightened of her.]

Stella: What do you think the rest of the Goetia family will think?

[Her hand moves towards Stolas to backhand his face.]

Stella: Andrealphus-!

Clearly, Stella has used Andrelphus in someway to placate and control Stolas's behavior. My assumption would be gossip, but that is speculation.

Stolas's entire life is dictated by the people around him due to the abuse and system he lives under.

Now that I have spoken about that at lengths, Caldella still raises the point about how Stolas is painted in the trial as some weak, sad victim who couldn't even defend himself against an imp, a being lesser and weaker than them.

Stolas is a Goetian Prince being painted as some sad, helpless being and that narrative was backed by years of conditioning, abuse, and pain. Not one person in the room questioned Andrelphus's narrative. They all believed it due to how everyone sees Stolas.

Stolas gets into that court room and not one person expected him to show up due to them believing he was home alone and sad about the breakup or injustice done against him.

Andrelphus was able to spin a narrative and nearly held a court hearing by himself due to how pathetic Stolas had been made to be thanks to all of Stella's gossip and such.

Socially, Stella holds power so she cut Stolas short so he couldn't build connections or friends.

The only person to even question his absence was Vassago (my Puerto Rican King ofc), and he knew something was up if Andrelphus was purposely leaving it out.

As Caldella points out, no one questions Andrelphus's narrative. Everyone goes along with it! Stella and Andrelphus have socially ostracized Stolas to the point they have in a metaphorical sense "dethroned him" to utilize his authority to speak for him to get what they want.

The whole point of them doing this is to give Stella a sense of power in a world that she is utterly powerless in. It probably is why Andrelphus was brought up during The Circus. More than likely if Stolas did pushback, Andrelphus would go on about how awful Stolas was until Stella got what she wanted, power.

There is a reason Stolas is stripped down to what he is now. There is a reason Blitz is so exciting and it is because he feels he has a choice. A person who in some sense values his decisions and asks him questions.

While yes Blitz did semi-pressure Stolas or try to entice him into sex, at the end of the night Stolas wanted it and Blitz went along with it. The carnal need for pleasure and to be satisfied in some way was there due to a chronic lack of any positive reinforcement outside of Octavia. Stolas craved love and had a need for it.

Blitz was Stolas's only out. The only thing Stolas clung to for years as a out of his situation. Stella could tear apart his body, set fire to his clothes, belittle him, ostracize him, or even speak bad on his name, but she couldn't take Blitz away. She couldn't stop Stolas from dreaming. This is a concept I explain in my Stolas + Yuno Gasai character analysis, that the delusional attachment Stolas has to Blitz allowed him to maintain some essence of control over his life but also hope for a brighter future.

Stolas's life had been stripped of any actual choice, but Blitz? That was his choice. That was his and no one could take it from him. Loving Blitz and defending him, regardless of the consequences, was his choice and that is what mattered.

Stella and Andrelphus stripped Stolas of everything but they could not take Blitz.

The conversation on Stolas's autonomy can be depressing, but remembering that he never gave up that fundamental part of him, that Blitz in some way helped him maintain a semblance of- choice and autonomy is truly fascinating.

Thank you again, Caldella.

[that-one-xachster]

Megumi x Childhood Bestie!Reader Hcs

I've seen too many of these and needed to write a few heh ive actually never written hcs before so this is my first time 😅 kinda a slow burn?

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so first of all you were tsumiki's bestie because I haven't seen a hc like that yet (PLEASE I NEEDA SEE ONE OF THESE-)

and we'll also make fushi's mom besties with your mom

so now you two are besties since you were in diapers

and you were a very grabby baby and Fushiguro's hair is as wild as carpaccios from mashle-

(sorry not sorry)

so you'd just grab at his hair and pull it all the time which would annoy the hell out of him

which would then somehow end up in you two fighting

AS BABIES

and then your mother's would have to calm you down

and after the whole toji and mother fushiguro went bye bye your mom took in megumi and tsumiki

so now timeskip you're both 6 years old and just walking together from who knows where

and if you thought you grew out of these grabby tendencies no you're either grabbing his hair or his sleeve

yes it still annoys the hell out of him but you do it for shits and giggles

and then on this fine day you just happen to run into the gojo satoru

LMAO MY AUTOCORRECT ALMOST CAPITALIZED HIS NAME

anyway this guy is making his ever so iconic face like 'bro reminds me of his dad-'

anyway gojo doesn't know who you are so you're just standing there awkwardly behind megumi while you're now gripping his backpack

and you're just glaring at gojo for no reason at all for sure just thinking 'who the hell is this weird ahh man with hair like he's in his 70s tryna kidnap megumi 🤨🤨'

and ofc megumi pulls the 'what about my sister' card

and after the whole negotiation with megumi he turns to you and is like 'you can come along too ig'

and ofc you watch megumi so you pull the 'what about my parents' card

gojo's like 😀

anyway you somehow end up going to school with megumi and tsumiki and first day kindergarten no surprise you guys are the new kids

everyone I mean EVERYONE loves tsumiki ofc

a partial reason is because of you and megumi glaring at the people who you think are looking at her a lil funny

like sir ma'am CHILD how dare you

anyway you have a pretty peaceful elementary school

you do pick fights with megumi though

...and a whole lotta other people

you stopped in middle school but looks like megumi picked it up instead because yk he beat up a hefty amount of people

you stanned him for that

also hyping him up from the back

"YEAHH MEGUMI BEAT THEIR ASS"

"shut up."

"no."

".."

"anyway YOU GO MEGUMI BEAT EM UP-"

"sHUT-"

so that was pretty eventful but tsumiki did not approve which caused you to sulk next to megumi

but then yk she went to the cliff and shit went down real fast

tsumiki got cursed, you entered your depressed angsty teenager era, and megumi became emo. more so than he was before

"oh my god its worse than they thought- they made him EMO-"

^ thats megumi now but we all like pretty emo bois so

wItH tHeIr bLaCk hAiR aNd gReEn oRbS-

too bad megumi has blue eyes

>>>>>>

see this is why asians don't have blue eyes we'd be too powerful

anyway back to this you two finish middle school all swandy dandy but a lil depressed

oh and I don't think I mentioned you two got into a fight bc of tsumiki's sickness

like-

megumi: you're closer to tsumiki bc you two are girls why didn't you stop her from pulling random crap whatever she did to make her sick

you: BITCH you blaming ME? you wanna go?

yeah basically you two got into a stupid argument but oh well its fine bc gojo forced you two to talk again and yay you're talking again

and now first year into jujutsu tech you and megumi are the only students so you're still poking and grabbing him all the time

you did it less in middle school

I think we know why

like you're in the car going to a mission- his hairs being tugged

got off the car and walking his sleeve being tugged

everthing

literally everthing

my bros grown immune to it though so he doesn't really mind

he kinda likes it now but will never admit it

so let's say before you got ranked up and all your arm almost got blown off by a curse

needless to say tsumiki's accident really hit him hard so this hit him harder and when I say he got angry he got ANGRY ASF DUDE

like he freakin obliterated the damn curse

he also made it pretty painful

if you even can

and let his demon dogs casually eat it up

and you're just there like 👏👁️👄👁️

"it's not that deep bro-"

"yes it is"

gojo was very proud though

and now you're with him stalking itadori and you're like

woah

*1 braincell working*

itadori = fast

fast = speed

I am speed

ITADORI = LIGHTNING MCQUEEN

kachow

and when you finally confront your stalkee with megumi and itadori's like

"uh I'm mourning rn"

you're just

"thats great and all dude I totally feel you but you're gonna be mourning even more if we don't get our asses to your school"

you did not want to host multiple funerals

so you all speed ran to his school

and whoopsie doosies you're with megumi and itadori makes an entrance like the main character he is

and when my bro eats that finger

and gojo pops up

he throws the kikufuku at megumi

but its okay hope you have a good day imma send you bout 850-

LMAO SORRY

you steal the kikufuku from megumi and eat one as if its popcorn

well you're watching gojo and sukuna fight rn

and you accidentally admit out loud that sukuna's hot

and then megumi low-key side eyes you

BUT THEN HE STARTS FULL ON GLARING AT SUKUNA

bc how dare he some random goofy ahh old mf misongnyistic tatooed dude just steal your attention so casually

he's full on disgusted when he's face to face with sukuna

yes you notice this

you're like

"ooh did somebody get a crush on a thousand year old curse-"

"wtf no get some help"

its the opposite lmao but you don't know that

so then itadori turns back to normal gojo goes boop and he goes to sleep

and now you're here sitting next to megumi, eating Gojo's kikufuku and having the time of your life

holy this is so long imma do a part 2

fun fact my autocorrect always changes sukuna into skunk 🦨

smelly sukuna

[jj-5656]

I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm With; Anthony Lockwood

A/N: HEYYYYY. Well if it isn't another six-month hiatus...I fear I've done this too many times to keep apologizing. There are some long-overdue requests in my inbox, and for that I truly am sorry. With college, work, family, I'm not sure how you guys keep up with finding the time or motivation to write. Nonetheless, I just recently re-watched this amazing show, and I'm yet again horrified Netflix canceled it. I put a holiday spin on this and I hope you all like it!

CW: Characters are aged up. I wouldn't be comfortable w/ this if they were played by minors but that's not the case. Let's also pretend ppl don't typically lose their gift til their mid-20s

You're getting ready on the floor of 35 Portland Row's master bedroom. Makeup is littered all around you as you add the finishing touches. The smell of cookies flows from the kitchen all throughout your home, ones you'll decorate later upon Lucy's request. Christmas music sounds from the record player in the living room, crackling every now and again with its age.

Lockwood's leant up against the door frame, moving silently to the worn armchair across you. You can feel his eyes on you, quietly admiring, yet still brooding from a recent look at the newspaper. Kipps and his team were beaming brightly across the front page, having just solved yet another notary case on behalf of Fittes.

"I've told you not to read the papers on our day off, haven't I?" He's pulled out of his trance then, adjusting his slouched shoulders as though he's been caught.

"A bunch of posh showoffs, think their ridiculous uniforms and bureaucratic nonsense makes them superior. I swear-"

"Anthony."

"Yes, darling?" It's through clenched teeth, blinking hard to regain his composure. You brush on your mascara, still chastising when you face the mirror once more.

"It's our day off, isn't it?"

"Because we have yet to find another case-" He stops himself under your look of warning through the glass, fiddling with his rings and straightening. "I suppose it is our day off, yes."

"We don't have much of those, do we?" You approach him, then. Voice soft and sweet, unknowingly easing his tense stature with each syllable. He only hums, forehead pressing into your stomach as you run gentle fingers through his hair, careful not to disrupt the intricately combed strands. "We need this. You need this. So let's make it a good one, yeah?"

"Tell that to George. Why must we do the holiday card today?"

"We're all available, Scrooge. And if I'm not mistaken, this was your idea. Something along the lines of 'it's good for business, people are seeking a company with a personable image, clients need people to relate to-" You only stop your mimicking when he pinches at your side. The overly-posh, deep reenactment enough to bring a reluctant smirk to Anthony's lips.

"I do not sound like that." He tugs at your hips so you'll sit on the arm of the chair he's rested in, keeping an arm wrapped over your stomach and knees to settle you against him.

"Bunch of bureaucratic-" Your own yelp ceases your teasing, the arm that's snaked around you tugging hard enough to have you fall into his lap and victim to his incessant poking at your stomach and sides. Your squirming is no use, both of your laughter echoing throughout the room as you hopelessly swat at his hands.

He stops his torture eventually, avoiding an oncoming lecture on how he's ruined your neatly done hair with his tickling. You're breathless under him, stretching out over him to glance at the other mirror just above the dresser. Even with the reflection upside down, you're able to tell you'll have to redo multiple curls. He's grabbing at you before you can scold him, hand under your head to pull your faces just inches apart.

"Stop it. You look lovely." He's pulling out the charm, of course. Voice low and hoarse, the tone that he knows damn well well sets your skin on fire. He's smug then, knowing smirk playing over his dark features as his eyes dart to your lips and then to yours.

"Looked lovely." You correct, breathless all over again. His eyes narrow, incredulous.

"Can I prove it to you?" He moves only slightly closer, swallowing thickly as his thumb traces your bottom lip. You almost let him, nearly succumbing to his enchantments. Only when his lips are nearly on yours do you turn your head, keen on revenge for his sabotage.

"You've already toyed with my hair, I'll send George spiraling if I had to redo my makeup."

Lockwood, genuine betrayal littered across his face, can't even plead his case before your roommate takes his cue.

"Oi!" His shout rings from downstairs, tinged with impatience and growing irritation. "You two better be fully clothed and picture-perfect in five minutes. The camera's ready!"

Anthony can only bury his face in your neck, sore attitude overcoming him all over again.

****

"Wait!" Lucy exclaims just as the flash of the camera ensues, voice strained with exasperation. "I wasn't ready!" There's a collective groan from the lot of you, George shuffling past the redhead to reset the camera. You take the time to fix Lockwood's collar, dodging his swatting, grumpy hands.

"I assume ghost touch is a more amenable torture than this," he mutters pointedly.

"You wanted the bloody holiday card, Lockwood. And I'm the only one with enough creative vision to make the lot of you look remotely presentable." There's a collective sneer toward him, though he doesn't notice with all his tinkering with the outdated lense. Of course, George had insisted using film would make the photos hold a 'certain sense of novelty' that couldn't possibly be reproduced with less difficult equipment. "Take five, this might take a while." He waves you all off, adjusting his glasses and muttering a string of unintelligible curses as he works.

Lucy turns to you then, biting back a smile as Lockwood flushes under your doting hands, trying desperately to maintain his grouchy disposition. "Where's your chapstick, the strawberry one-"

"You always steal?" You cease grooming your boyfriend, to his relief, in order to tease her. Smiling when she only sticks out her tongue in mock disdain, already headed for the stairs and presumably your bedroom. "Right side of the bureau, just above Anthony's sock drawer." Your tone grows into a shout to accommodate her distance, grabbing onto Lockwood's wrist so he can't escape away to the study.

"Love you lots!" She calls from upstairs, most definitely making more of a mess of the bedroom in her search.

"Would you unhand me, dove? Pretty sure you're cutting circulation." He's got your attention again, face pulled with irritation. The bags under his eyes look particularly apparent this close, a dull ache in your heart at the sight. It's apparent the attitude is only due to all the stress he puts himself under. The pet name a clear sign the animosity is by no means directed at you. You smirk despite him, digging into your back pocket and ignoring his then curious expression.

Only when you get closer does he catch on. Socked feet clumsily stepping on his boot-covered ones to attempt to gain height, your arm reaches up above both your heads. Letting his eyes follow yours, Anthony can't help but let a dazzling smile spread across his features. Stubborn nature no match against the warmth and adoration overcoming him at the slightly crumpled branch above him.

"Is that-"

"Yep." You mutter, straining under the effort to reach above his head. His gaze is on your face then, arm snaking around the smalll of your back to keep you steady. "You're supposed to-"

"Oh, I know. But I'm having so much fun watching this." A small pout puckers your lip at his teasing, tone filled with the familiar mirth and smugness you hadn't known you missed so much with his solemn mood.

"Forget it then, Grinch." Your reaching arm falls to your side, attempting to push at his chest to force distance between you.

The camera flashes just as Anthony pulls you in for a kiss. Soft and sweet, each of you eventually smiling into it.

"I'm not developing that one." George frowns, adjusting the lens before shooting a pointed look to Lockwood, who loosens his hold only slightly on you. "You've got shade 205 right here, mate." The curly-haired boy draws an imaginary circle around the entirety of his mouth. Anthony scrubs his sleeve across his face at George's comments. Flushing as you laugh into his chest.

Taglist: @sunshineangel-reads

[reyreadersblog]

EMERALD NECKLESS

Averyjameson x angst

Pairs: Avery Kylie Grambs x Jameson Winchester Hawthorne, the imheritance games.

Synopsis: Avery was worried because Jamie dissapeared for a while and he wasn't picking up his phone or answering her masseges, then he comes back home bruised and injuried and they have an argument.

A/n: this is based on my Averyjameson headcanons, i asked if y'all wanted fic about one of the hc and you guy said yes, so here you go.

Taglist: @jkriordanverse @reminiscentreader @sophiesonlinediary @lxvebelle @mariamluv @s-rosie @lyrakanefanatic @f4iry-bell @tornqdowarnings

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AVERY'S POV:

Enidburgh, 8 p.m.

I was used to Jameson Hawthorne dissapearing for hours and not returning home on time. That's what he's been doing ever since we started traveling together. But i have never been this worried, he would never even try to make me this worried for him. And yet here i was calling him for the 15th time, and he still wasn't answering.i have left him 20 massages, asking where he was, what was he doing, when would he be home...he didn't answer any of them.

Now, i wouldn't say i am a paranoid person. In fact, i'm a complete opposite, but Jameson Hawthorne would bring even a devil out of a person. We haven't even talked about what happened in Prague, he doesn't want to tell me, and i don't want to force him.

But this is different. I tried to remember everything that happened before he left.

...he didn't even kiss me before he left. He always does that, always kisses me on the lips. But this time he forgot...

And now he's gone for 8 hours. I don't want to panic, but all i can do is panic.

I even called officer Dezz, who, thanks to Jameson for ending up in jail quite a few times, i know great. He said he wasn't aware of anything.

I put my phone down on the table. Sit on the couch, and put my face in my hands.

Then suddenly i heard a knock on the door.

Jameson, i thought and rushed to the door to open

"Jame-" i stopped after i saw Oren's face.

"Avery, he still hasn't returned?" He asked. In the most emotionless way possible.

I shook my head as a sign og no.

"I could call his brothers or search-"

"No need for that, yet, Oren" i inturrupted him

Oren was quiet for a second.

"It's Jameson, he's probably out there messing with someone or betting his whole fortune on something" he said.

"I know, i know he loves taking risks...and that's what i'm afriad of" i said. "I just hope he is careful"

Oren left, gave me some privacy.

"What could he possibly be doing right now in Edinburgh?" I mumble to myself.

It was getting, i decided to go to bed, but i felt..incomplete, like i was lacking something..or someone, Jameson beside me.

Where are you mystery boy?

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JAMESON'S POV:

Edinburgh, 4 a.m.

Blood.

Shit.

There is blood everywhere, on my hands, on my, recently, broken nose, on my suit.

I've escaped papparazzis. escaping security guard to get into my apartment shouldn't be that hard either. I could easly just walked down and entered the hotel...but my apparence now, would cause a lot of questions? And answering questions, is the last thing i'm in the mood for.

I pulled out my, freshly broken, phone and dialed the main security service. Some phone near by was ringing.

Go on answer you wanker.

He turns back and enters the security office.

And this my chance.

I take my card out, and rush to the hotel door.

Everything hurts, jesus.

That damn neckless, i really hope it's worth it.

I really shouldn't have messed with the last guy.

I hold on to the door handle, and then all of a sudden i remember something, rather someone. Avery.

How could i forgot about her? The whole day...

I pull out my phone and check the contacts.

17 missed calls and 27 massages.

I felt a sudden guilt, and i was mad. Mad at myself for forgetting about her. I am such a fucking idiot. She must've been so worried, and i was there competing with those jerks.

I enter the room, light were turned off.

Avery must be sleeping.

i go into the kitchen and drink a glass of water.

And then i felt someone behind me, the lights switched on, i turned around and Avery was standing there. I could never exacly describe her face the moment she saw me.

Fear, worry, anger and joy.

All of the emotions at the same time.

I didn't say a single word, neither did she.

She just came closer to me and then suddenly her arms were around my neck, and my hand were on her back.

I kissed her forhead and she looked me in the eye.

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AVERY'S POV:

Edinburgh, 4:25 a.m.

His face was bruised, mostly his left eye, his nose was broken, his lips were swollen, and his kunckles were injured.

I was so mad at him. I was so realived that he was here, in front of me, that he didn't left me like my mom.

I looked at his hands. This needed to be treated immediatly.

"Heiress, i-"

"Shut up" i cut him off and rush him to the bathroom.

I found first aid, and first i tried cleaning the injury with water.

Fifteen minutes passed. His hands were bandaged. Now i needed to take care of his eye.

In the span of this 15 minutes, he hasn't said anything, he didn't even made a sound. He was wierdly silent for his own self.

I put ice on his eye, and i tired so hard to get rid of the worried face, but i couldn't.

"It's not that serious, it's just a cut" Jameson said.

I felt rush of anger growing inside me. I put the ice cube down.

"It's not that serious?" I said mockingly

"You come back home, bruised, injured, hurt, after almost a whole day, without answering my calls and returning my massages, and you're saying it's not that serious?" I say, with a hard strict tone.

"Heiress, i never meant to worry you, that's the last thing i want to do." He says, looking worried.

"You know what Jameson, you might be careless and negligent, but some people are not. I am not. I care about the people i love deeply, i always look out for them, and when they dissapear without contacting me the whole day, i do think is serious." I say, as much as i try to control myself, i can't.

"Are you impling that i don't care about the people i love?" He asked me. His green eyes staring into mine, oh, it was cruelty..to make me feel this type of way for him when i was mad at him.

"Coming from the way you behaved today, yeah, you do not care" i say.

Suddenly i feel everything stopping.

He looke..hurt.

For a few moments he is silent, looking up and down.

Then, he pulls out a neckless from his pocket.

It can't be...

Sun shaped emerald neckless.

"Do you remember this?" He asks me.

"That's...my mothers neckless.." i couldn't finish the sentence, i was confused and shocked.

"She gave this to you, on your 15th birthday, your last birthday with her, but you lost it, and you couldn't find it"

I didn't say anything, i just waited for him to continue.

"I read your diary, or your leather book..whatever you call it. But you must forgive me it was for a good reason...i..your birthday is coming up, actually it's next week, and i thought Jameson this girl is special, she deserves more than..hidden picnics..or races..or hot air ballons..you really do Avery, and i read the book beacuse you'd never tell me what you wanted, even if i said tahiti. I read all about this neckless and how special it was for you.."

For a moment he stopped and then continued

"I decided to get it for you, heiress, i looked for it, and just so you know it's not just some random neckless, it is one of the rarest, and it may have been stolen from you sometime you didn't realised..."

He stopped and asked me

"Why do you this i wanted to come here so badly in the first place? Because the neckless was here, kept in a museum, illegaly, and u tried so hard to get it back, sure i went through some..painful stuff and some assholes to get it, but i did it, and i would've done it billion times for you Avery. "

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AVERY'S POV:

Edinburgh, 4:53

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.

My heart was pounding.

My eyes were watering.

He did this, all for me.

I hurt him.

I told him he was careless and negligent.

I told him he didn't care about others.

"...i wanted this to be your birthday surprise..but it oka-" he stopped talking and looked at me.

I was crying, hot tears were steaming down my cheeks.

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.

He rushed to me and put my face in his hands.

"Hey, hey, hey..heiress look at me, it's me, your mystery boy, and everything is alright" he tried to calm me down.

He hugged me and whispered shhh, shhh, shhh

We were like this for a while.

I pulled away and he washed tears out of my face.

"I'm sorry" i whispered.

He kissed my forhead.

"I should be the one to say sorry for making you worry." He said.

"Jameson?"

"Yes heiress?"

"Can you help me clasp the neckless?"

He gave me his usual devilish grin that was worth to die for.

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"What's this mom?" Asked a 15 years old girl..who has just turend 15.

"This is a special neckless, for a special girl, like you, Ave"

The girl smiled and laughed.

"Mom can you help me clasp it?"

"Of course i can my little girl.

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Jameson clasped the neckless, it was just as beautiful as the day i first wore it.

He came and hugged me from behined.

"You are the most beautiful human i've ever seen" he whispered in my ear.

I turned my head to him, he turned his to mine.

"I love you, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne"

"I love you too, Avery Kylie Grambs".

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OHH boy this took forever.

Btw not read proofed, so sorry for the mistakes.

Hope you enjoyed.

[emeraldthelynx]

Do you see my vision? Not just chosen children, but chosen Navis too!

I don't have too much of a plot yet, but, in typical Digimon fashion, a group of kids (Lan, Maylu, Dex, Yai and Chaud) get pulled into the Digital World against their will to save it. The difference this time is that they already have digital companions who get some major reformatting when entering the Digital World! The PETs get turned into Digi-PETs, but still have the ability to upload Battle Chips to give the Navis-turned-mons special attacks, kinda like the cards in Tamers. I haven't designed Digi-fakes before, but I do know I want the Navi-mons to get unique new evolutions despite their rookie forms being pretty normal.

I do have some reason when choosing the Digimon forms, (despite my Ghost Game bias...)

Megaman is a Gammamon because it has multiple evolution branches, including a dark form, much like Megman. Very simple explanation.

Roll is a Cutemon because it is a bunny, and is pink, and is cute. End of story. (I didn't want to use Lopmon because it wouldn't make sense without Terriermon.)

Gutsman is a Sunarizamon because I liked how bulky and ground-based it is. It also wasn't a partner Digimon, to the best of my knowledge, and I was trying for a bit of variety.

Glide is an Agoramon because I think it would be funny to have instead of a fluffy bunny knight, to have a fluffy bunny butler. Angoramon can also fly, and is big enough to carry people, which I think Yai would use to her advantage.

Protoman is a Gaomon because Saver's Gaomon won me over with his 'sir yes, sir!/yes, master!'s. (I had to doodle my point which is why ProtoGaomon gets a whole page to himself.)

If you want to talk to me about this idea, please do! Use the ask button or if you really want to, DM me. I really don't mind.

[typewritingyip]

Ok, I think this will be a large reply. Sorry (⸝⸝ᴗ_ᴗ⸝⸝)

"We need to figure this out Percy, we've not heard actual news from Arcturus One in ages and don't play the crap company card with me, it's the same footage replaying over and over."

Oh Ratch, only if you knew, they are doing a lot better than you think and than they should.

"Every night that went by the more often Celia's name passed their lips. But then Deadlock would growl and it was dropped again."

I insist, that's a cat with possessiveness issues. Just, that that cat is big, don't look like a cat, is made of metal and transforms into a car, Ratchet's boyfriend car-

"Pausing, Rusty put down his tools, "Alright, alright. We're taking a break." Removing his headphones, he rubs at his neck."

Jaja, they fight like an old bitter marriage

"It was late, just shy of two in the morning when Cecilia called it a day."

They exploit one and don't let the pilots have decent sleep on the regular basis? The humans in cybertron are sleeping somewhat better than this.

"Last thing she wanted to do was hear about home, when she'd probably never see it again."

Oh girl, you are so right in so many aspects, you gonna join the depressed "I miss earth" gang when you get there.

If she gets there.

"All because the original quote-unquote captain was unwell... Felix, it was obvious whatever happened that day with his suit had been intense. The poor guy was still in the hospital and suit eleven was in the back of the hanger."

Cybertron/Quintesons are lucky that they don't get to meet the freaks yet. The chaos it would be if they discovered the humans secret bc of them.

"her mentor"

Now I'm hyper conscious on everything you write.

"Defending the innocent, not exploring the void of space."

She can do both things, just that, in space 🤷‍♀️.

"Rusty"

Oh god if have Deadlock actually stopped and think about Ratchet's name? Like "why is my boyfriend named after rust? Didn't his creators love him?" And what would the others cybertronians think.

However, the moment Ratchet got out and the thing changed, she stood frozen and staring....It's eyes were bright and terrifying.

, "Welcome to the Arcturus secret headquarters capitan." Jesse's smile was too bright and Rusty's hold nearly painfully tight."

Ratchet and Rody trying to soft the revelation, but Deadlock ain't helping.

"Who even knew what happened to the previous crews, what had happened to Jazz all those years ago."

If they knew they're quite alive, just, they're all now into situationships, and Jazz got a boyfriend.

"How were they going to pull this off?"

Faith, and a lot of luck.

And boy fuck Shockwave, love how you write him to be such an asshole even if we haven't meet him yet.

Ty for the new chapter! Take care of yourself, and see you next chapter!

<3

I love long ones like this, don’t worry.

Ratchet might not know, but idk if he’d be thrilled with their current state either.

Big cat, big metal cat, big metal murder cat, big metal murder cat with guns!

He’s old and tried. But yes.

They let them have decent sleep, but these guys are on “off duty” so they just have to pull their weight in a different way.

Oh yeah, the depressed “I miss home” group is going to get BAD.

The freaks are going to go nuts if they ever get there.

☺️ be vigilant.

But she doesn’t know that yet!

Hehehehehe.

Oh yeah, they tried and failed. But they also didn’t want Arcee running off. Or alerting Shockwave.

lol

And as for Shockwave…

☺️

[atricksterproblem]

Stars and Shadows, Part 1

In which Sister Hannah actually manages to talk to V. Autism convergence ensues. Chapter 1 of maybe more of these setting up the self-ship. And no, I haven't picked a main AU yet. I have like 3 or 4 different ones going at this point. (side note: there is a very mild spicy bit at the beginning of this. It is handled by Hannah with extreme sarcasm since she's only an observer.)

It was the giggling that drew her attention first.

Sister Hannah was in the library common area. It wasn’t as quiet as some of the other sections that were set aside for deeper study or browsing in the stacks, but the work she had to do didn’t really require it. She and Sister Lynn had camped out at one of the tables and were going over their notes.

Sister Hannah looked up at the unexpected sound to see a couple of young Sisters hovering conspiratorially at the antiquated card catalog. One whispered to the other, “He’s coming!” The other shooed her friend away, still giggling, and pulled open a drawer toward the bottom.

And then bent at the waist over it, ostensibly to look for a card. In a very short habit, thereby exposing a very lacy bit of lingerie.

Sister Hannah rolled her eyes. She’d seen this sort of thing before. Hell, around here this was practically mild flirting, all things considered. Still, at least the girl had a nice ass, so she might as well watch this absurd little pantomime play out. Some compensation for being interrupted, she supposed.

Sure enough, mere moments later, Papa showed up.

The girl caught his eye, as she could hardly fail to. He smirked, and just stood there watching for a bit.

Then he cleared his throat. “Need help finding something, Sister?”

The girl squeaked and spun around to see him. He was still smirking, and raised an eyebrow at her.

She did, in Hannah’s view, a very creditable job of appearing to be flustered. Great acting, four stars, only not five because she wasn’t able to fake a decent blush. The girl was clearly too brazen for that, she guessed. Anybody who would plan something like this in advance would have to be.

“You might want to be a little more careful, Sister. You show that off to the wrong person and they might get ideas.” He grinned.

Sister Hannah sighed. Oh, that smile. If there was one thing she was especially weak for when it came to him, that was it.

The young Sister was still pretending to be embarrassed. Papa didn’t appear to be buying it, but then he wouldn’t, would he? She was far from the first to have done it.

“Not to worry,” he was saying. “I’ll see you in confession, yes? You can tell me all about what led you to such sin. Don’t be late.” He’d come closer to her. He straightened out the hem of her habit. “Want to make sure you’re decent, don’t we?” Then he smacked her ass hard enough to make her squeak for real, turned, and walked away.

Yeah. That was about how she’d expected that to go. No doubt this girl would be the latest toy, which had obviously been the goal in the first place.

The girl’s friend had come back. There was some additional whispering and giggling, and then they left.

End scene, thought Hannah.

She and Lynn looked at each other. “So that happened,”Hannah said.

“Yes it did. Are you ok?”

“Yes, of course I am. What am I going to say? He doesn’t even know I exist.”

“Have you tried talking to him?”

“About what? I don’t want to bother him. Anyway, how’s that going to help when the others are playing these games? They’re half my age and way more pretty. I can’t hope to get his attention.”

“Well, you’re about the same age Papa is, aren’t you? Maybe he’d prefer to talk to someone who was more mature for a change.”

“Maybe, if I knew what to say to him. Even if I did, I can’t imagine he’d be interested in me that way. He’s got people like that throwing themselves at him all the time.”

Lynn just shook her head. They’d had this conversation many times before.

“Seriously, Lynn. How many middle-aged men have you known who would choose a woman their own age when they’ve got their pick of twenty-somethings? Especially one like me. Even when I was their age I couldn’t have had a hope.”

“Maybe he’s different. You don’t know. Would you want him if he wasn’t?”

Hannah sighed again. “No, not really. Probably not. At least not for any longer than it took to have my way with him at least once, let’s be real. I do want to think I have a chance, you know, but I have to be realistic here.”

“Something will turn up if it’s meant to be. You’ll see.”

“I admire your optimism,” Hannah deadpanned.

A week or so later, Hannah was back in the library with another stack of books. She heard someone take the chair next to hers at the table, and looked up to see Papa.

“You’re reading Gem Testing?” There was a light in his eyes.

“Um. Yes?”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt but I -- you’re the first person I’ve seen here reading -- Are you a collector?” He picked up another book from her stack and started flipping through it.

She blinked. “Not exactly? I make jewelry, mostly. I want to get my certificate so I can work on ecclesiastical pieces. What about you?”

“Sometimes. I used to go rock hunting when I was younger and had more time. I liked to look for fossils and geodes. Nowadays I mostly go to the gem shows for specimens.”

“I had no idea. I should’ve guessed, though. Those formal gloves of yours. I LOVE them. The lapidary work on the stones and the way they’re set is just amazing. If I get good enough I’d love to learn to make that sort of thing.”

He was grinning in a way that reminded her of a kid in a candy store. “You like them? When I took over here I saw those and I knew I wanted to use them. We get a bit of latitude pulling things out of storage for our vestments, you know?”

“I would imagine.” Hannah’s mind was spinning. She’d had no idea this side of him existed. He was so excited to be talking shop with her.

It was unexpected. It was adorable.

“Say, do you -- have you seen the Church holdings? There are stone-set reliquaries and the like. There’s a little museum but it’s not open all the time, you have to make an appointment. Do you want to see it? I can ask the curator to set it up for us. I’ve only been the once when I got the big tour and I keep meaning to go back but something always comes up, you know how it is.”

Hannah’s eyes lit up. “The special collection? Yes please! I’ve never been.”

“Great! Yes! Ok. I’ll let you know when…Sister --?”

“Hannah.”

His ears were pink. He ran a hand through the back of his curly hair and smiled a bit sheepishly. “Right. Sorry. Bad with names. See you later!”

And then he left.

Hannah sat there for a few moments lost in thought, attempting to reconcile the slick flirt with the excitable nerd, and couldn’t make the pieces match. There had got to be a lot going on with him that she was missing, things she hadn’t seen in him yet. What an odd duck he was.

And thank Satan for that. If he wasn’t, Hannah thought, she’d never have had a chance.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Okay so- random ramble of the day 2.0 that I thought of after a particular conversation I had with @treedaddymcpuffpuff in the comments.

Trigger warning! (It's bordering n0n-c0n, if you're uncomfortable with that, please feel free to skip this)

So what if- John actually does snap first, and it ends up being particularly nasty. (to be honest if either him or the reader do snap at the other at some point, it's going to be wild either way so 😂)

Let's say he caught the reader trying to escape, or maybe her playing with his emotions / emotionally manipulating him, - pulling out the 'i belong to you' card to gain his trust for an example - or maybe they just had an incredibly shitty argument that was prompted by the ever building tension between them, by neither of them willing to compromise much. (elastic band reference says hello again 😂😂)

Now, generally speaking, both John and the reader have shown clear signs of enjoyment when it comes to the more.. dubious kind of consent, and even though John was the one to trigger most of those occasions, I feel like someone with the reader's strong personality and self-respect would've had a much different reaction to it if she wasn't into it.. That being said, so far every time the reader disobeyed him / refused to give in, John ended up leaving us alone, and I think he'd be lying to us and himself if he were to say that it's to torture us even further.. Sure, having yet another denied orgasm added to the list is shitty, and yes, he had tried to isolate us in order to punish us when we tried escaping the first time, (probably not the last time though) but it's becoming ever so slightly clear that he is doing this more for his own sanity's sake, rather than ours, so he doesn't flip out and snap at us.

That being said, his punishments, although cruel, were still much more on the lenient side... But I can't help but think that with the already high pressure on both of them, and an additional problem source might just be enough for him to lose his shit, and thus, punish us, hence where the extremes come in, such as completely tying us up, - he already said he dabbled in shibari, and he's definitely still into it imo, "misspent youth" or not - perhaps gagging us if we get too bratty, giving the reader a good spanking, perhaps some degrading, and most importantly being the selfish bastard we know he can be occasionally, meaning this whole thing will be to.. comfort him? Reassure him? Bring him that sense of security back to know that he is in control, something that we've seen him go to extreme lengths for in all 4 movies..

And considering that we didn't really establish any boundaries yet, seemed to be into it sort of, and even the fact that John might very well lose pretty much all sense of rationality, and go absolutely fucking ham on us, to the point of our lust turning into actual terror.. In which case, a safe word should be used, buuuuuuut- 1) We don't have one yet. And 2) John will probably have us immobile, silenced, face down, ass up, sobbing for him anyways, so in that crazed state of mind, he might not actually realize that he's hurting us, (emotionally I mean. I think he'd be pretty aware of the physical pain 😂) until it's just a little.. a teeeeennnsyyyy tiiiiiinnssyyy little bit toooooo late..

AND MY GOD- Does that open up endless possibilities for us. On one hand, he would definitely be overstepping any and all boundaries, even if we haven't quite established them yet. Could this be the triggering event for the reader to start thinking with her brain instead of her heart and pussy, and actively suppress her urges, her feelings, the love she feels for him despite it all, and perhaps plan her escape?

On the other hand, I feel like John would feel an unbelievable amount of guilt, because despite his previous punishments, and everything he's been doing being morally wrong, he has never quite breached the line of becoming a monster, (in our eyes at least) not to mention that he is very morally grey, so while he may be rational enough to realize how unethical things are and just ignore it, - or have the fear of losing us overpower his sense of justice - (nobody is there to hold him responsible either ey) I know for a fact that he would never want us to doubt his love for us for a second. He wants us to feel cherished, loved, safe, and protected, and while he knows we do not see things that way yet, I feel like he would instantly realize just how much he fucked up.

A part of me feels like his first instinct would be to run away (as per usual), put some distance between us both because he doesn't want to hurt us any further, and because he god damn will be actively self-loathing, self-hating, self-blaming himself for the events.. But I also 100% believe that him seeing the reader teary eyed, spooked out of her mind and clearly hurting would again, overpower his sense of rationality, and just make him wanna comfort us. Physically, verbally, emotionally- Any way he can really. Which again, opens up a plethora of options for us, because he would definitely be a lot more inconsiderate of what may aid us in our escape, and what we could just find simply comforting.

Would it fucking wreck me emotionally if the reader ended up using this to guilt trip him into slipping up and allowing her to escape? Absolutely. Would it be justified? Also abso-fucking-lutely, although god forbid it were to happen because GODS it would be like an avalanche of emotions...

So yes.. Angst. And smut. Thank you @treedaddymcpuffpuff and @johnwickb1tsch for fucking wrecking all of us emotionally 😂(Jk jk, i fucking love you both, you evil geniuses.)

Haha, so word spreads fast that I can't handle noncon. 😬 I literally write a series of books about a vigilante bounty hunter who hunts down vampires who hurt women, so this should not have been a surprise to me. I guess I'm a weenie. Is there such a thing as gray romance, LOL? it might be more my speed.

I'm honestly not sure how to answer this one without spoiling the story I'm trying to tell, so I'm just going to leave it here because you raise some very interesting plot points that I'm sure people will love reading! You have QUITE an imagination and such an acute understanding of character motivation!

[oh-no-its-dragons]

Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen

yet another crack fic written for the Rider's Quadrant discord server.

"My fellow cadets, I stand before you today because I have not yet been run off stage by the Commandant. I estimate I have about five minutes before he finds the underpants cache and I become the first lieutenant to be court marshaled before receiving my orders, so please listen up and don't throw eggs until I'm done."

At the side of the dais, three of the wingleaders were watching with wide-eyed shock. The fourth was pressing her palm to her her forehead as if she suddenly had a headache.

"I honestly never thought I'd make it to graduation, and not only because my boyfriend graduated last year and I haven't seen him in four months. No, I didn't think I'd make it here because my goal in life was to get murdered for bad puns before I could die in battle. The only reason I'm still alive is because of my wingleader, Rhiannon Mathias. Let's hear it for Mathias, fourth wing!"

"I am not responsible for your shenanigans, Gamlyn!" she yelled back.

"That's the leadership we love! Thank you, Wingleader! Now, for the first and second years, I have some advice for you:" He pulled out some scraps of paper from his pocket, trying to read his handwriting. "Uhhh… wear sunscreen? I guess that's good advice but it's not what I was looking for." He let that card drop to the ground. "For Aotrom: jingly tail bells, flock of threeps. Threeps? Wow, I was drunk last night." That card fluttered down as well.

"Oh! I found it!" Ridoc waved the card around over his head, and when he spoke again his voice was amplified with lesser magic. "Bodhi, make your booty go da-na da-na!"

Recognizing the cue, a loud "roar!" answered back and Aotrom flew into view above the wall, circling once before landing on the edge. Ridoc laughed and leapt from the dais, running past the confused cadets and vaulting up to find his seat on his dragon's back.

"Stop! STOP THAT!" Everyone turned back to see Panchek had arrived, wearing his uniform top and a towel wrapped around his waist. "That's an order!"

"Yeah, sorry, I decided I'm defecting to Tyrrendor. There's an absolutely dreamy man waiting for me, and he's got much better calves than you!" Aotrom took to the air, Ridoc shouting "yee haw!" as they shot into the sky.

Commandant Panchek crossed the dais with an impressive amount of self-confidence, given he was barefoot and in apparent danger of losing his towel to the rush of wind that resulted from Aotrom's flight. "Cadets, it seems Generals Melgren and Aetos have been regretfully delayed due to… shenanigans. Graduation will be held tomorrow."

As the cadets began to disperse in confusion and excitement, he turned to the Wingleaders of third and fourth wing. "Wingleaders Rhiannon Mathias and Emma Yanny, I need you to assist with a recovery mission of utmost discretion. Do you understand?"

The two riders looked at each other and their eyes met in shared understanding. "Is this about the… ah… underwear, Commandant?" Rhiannon asked.

"Yes, Mathias."

"Am I given to understand that General Melgren and General Aetos are also… in a similar situation?" the other wingleader asked.

"Yes, Yanny." Panchek glared. "Now are you ready for your orders?"

Rhiannon gave him an awkward shrug. "No offense, but I think I'd rather defect to than have to touch Melgren's underwear. I'm out."

[potatoqueenpal]

In hate fueled motivation, your favorite potato has made a Colm Greer gets Karma because he's a fuckass deadbeat dad and a shitty husband motherfucking skid mark leaving ass bitch fanfic.

I'm planning to make this a series AND it will be uploaded to Ao3 (when I remember)

This is my first time writing a fic please be nice to me!

That's all... enjoy!

Wilted Roses

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As long as he has lived, Colm had never faced consequences. It wasn't surprising, a quip from his silver tongue and a wink of his eye, and you were hooked. How else had Marie been able to stick with him through the fights and the gambling? How else had Lil Milo believe his false promises? Yes, life for Colm Greer was good. But Fate is funny in that way, isn't it? Just when you have everything built perfectly, it falls apart, and the people you hurt might just fall with it.

(This is the cracking point in Marie and Colm's relationship and when Milo is still little. I'll try my best to explain what timepoint these chapters take place in. Lol. Have a good read!)

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"Toots! I'm back!" The man called. As much as Colm tried, his silver tongue couldn't hide the irritation from another failed gamble, much less the reek of whiskey from his lips as he stumbled, trying to take off his shoes, muttering a curse as he nearly tripped over one.

It was late as the grandfather clock on the wall hit 10. The soft chimes seemed loud as if even the clock was irritated by his late arrival. "Listen, I know what you said about gambling with your money, but I had a good feeling this time and, well, I haven't been paid yet, so.." Colm drawled off his eyes widening as the whiskey clouding his vision let up just enough to see the living room. Balloons and ribbons laid across the floor, and wrapping paper was balled up into trash bags. A single slice of cake sat on the table next to the wall that held a banner, 'Happy 8th birthday, Milo!'

Shit.

"Kiddo?" Colm called panicked before being interrupted by Marie stepping out of the kitchen and leaning on the counter. Arms crossed as her hazel eyes glared daggers, her auburn hair tied neatly, well, was tied neatly as strands of hair stuck out, flour and egg stuck to her apron and the sound of the dishwasher was faint.

"Where. Were. You."

"Toots I-"

Marie held up a hand, interrupting him. "Before you bullshit me, 500 dollars are missing from my saving jar, and I smell the alcohol on your breath."

Marie paused for a few seconds, almost daring the man to think of a lie before making a 'continue' gesture.

"Toots, I'm sorry. I needed some extra cash and-"

"So you stole from me?"

"I'll pay you back!"

"With who's money?!"

"Toots-"

"No! Just, no."

Marie took a deep breath.

"I can take the gambling, and the alcohol, and the lies but what I will not do to MY son is let you lie to him about being there over your job or gambling. Over, and over again. I will not let you lie to my baby like that. Do you hear me?"

Marie's nose flared like a bull as she scolded him like a child, Colm couldn't even speak up about the irony with how small he felt.

"You wanna be out so late? This isn't a hotel. So I suggest you find somewhere else."

"Marie, you can't kick ne out this is my house-"

"The house you're barely in? The house I can barely pay for because you spend every cent you get?!"

"That's not fair, I'm busy with-"

"I don't care what you're busy with, it shouldn't stop you from seeing your son!"

Colm sighed, the silence echoing in the room. With no other choice, he pulled his last card.

"You're really going to keep me away from my son?"

If Marie was younger, she would've apologized, saying it's not what she wanted and insisted he sleep on the couch and they talk in the morning. But years upon years of the love and family, she worked so hard for being ignored for the sake of work. Marie could find nothing more than: "Goodnight, Colm."

And with that, Marie left. Her bedroom door slammed behind her as Colm was left in the living room alone. He didn't waste much time sulking as he shook it off as a bad day and too much tension as he trudged back outside, car keys in hand. And the cake slice left uneaten.

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Woo! That took a while! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed Marie snapping at Colm and I look foward to seeing you in the next one!

Love you!

[misc-obeyme]

NEW MAMMON CARD AND I'M HERE TO YELL ABOUT HIM, I GOT HIM WITHIN 20 PULLS YAYY

But now i gotta pull for Levi !! I haven't read Mammon devilgram yet but I'm so excited!! And the new memory card with 13 and Beel, Im dYING. BEEL IS ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVES AND THE COLLAR AND THE TATTOOS (?) AND WJDJJFKF. AND THIRTEEN?? MA'AM. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ONE CHANCE?!

She looks so prettyyyy 😭 happy pride to me, the bisexuals (me) are winning !!! I'm getting this card no matter what!! My poor coworker watched me have a Moment™ when I saw the cards because I got the notification near closing. AND I JUST SAW THERE'S ANOTHER MEMORY CARD WITH MAMMON IN IT?? I AM SO GRINDING THIS EVENT, CELESTIAL BOXES DON'T GOT NOTHING ON ME !!

Also the login support bonus where Mammon is like "let me show you why they go for the bad boys" like 1. YES PLEASE but 2. okay whatever you say mister heart of gold (would burn the world down for MC probably).

the gloves AKWJDJF and the CHOKER AAAA. THEY'RE ALWAYS GIVING HIM CHOKERS AND COLLARS AND MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT. 😭😭 i needed this after the terrible day i had on Sunday, retail ain't for the weak. It makes me wonder who in the cast could handle working in retail. I'm trying to think of Mammon or Lucifer as managers and having to explain policies, and the specifics of coupons and sales. Or even theft, because you're not allowed to do anything but be overly annoying with customer service. That's a funny idea.

ALSO I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT MY COFFEE AU, I'VE JUST BEEN WAY TOO TIRED TO PUT ANYTHING INTO WORDS OKAY BYEEE

- ✨ anon

AH I got the card tooooo!! I haven't read the Devilgram yet either but that is next!

I actually really like all the villain outfits?? The hero ones are okay, but they're a little boring in comparison. And like the villains got Barbatos, Solomon, AND Mammon!?? I mean there's no question which side I would choose lol.

And yesssss, Beel looks amazing, too!! AND THIRTEEN. She's stunning and I love her.

I pulled more than I maybe would have in the Nightmare because I wanted to grind this event too!! There are so many things that I'm totally loving!! Straight up, it's the villains and the CARDS are really good, too!!!

LOLOL I laughed so hard when I first saw Mammon's login bonus line! I was like listen, I know you think you're a bad boy and that's really dang cute, but we all know you're a good boy. :)

But yes, they REALLY NEED TO STOP with the choker/collar situation!!! I swear it's every single Mammon outfit nowadays and every time it feels like a personal attack lol.

Oof I'm sorry about working retail, I know it sucks! I think Lucifer would be good at being a manager, but he'd probably scare the shit out of customers. Maybe that's a good thing lol. Mammon would charm everybody just by being his adorable self. He's just got that outgoing personality, so I think he'd do all right. Might blow up every now and again with someone pushing too far. I think Asmo would also do well, but he's also not gonna let anyone get away with just anything.

I kinda see Beel being too nice. Like he'd be good at it, but he'd be the one who just lets customers yell at him without defending himself at all.

Belphie, Satan, and Levi would all be failures for different reasons, put those guys in the back lol.

And no worries at all, take your time! No obligations here, I love to hear about it as long as you wish to share it, whenever that may be!

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Brain currently running amok with ideas of what happens when Elias finally meets Yuuki and learns about him abandoning Chise and Chika but taking Fumiki and his reaction, including but not limited to:

Straight up neck lifting the man as he slowly shifts from his human glamour to his "normal" form

Pulling him into his pocket dimension for a "little chat"

Completely losing his cool and going full beast mode

"The only reason I haven't killed you yet is because that would make Chise cry"

Telling him about how he bought Chise at a magical auction as a slave because her life was so horrendous that it seemed like the best option at the time

Having absolutely none of Yuuki's shit when he tries to make excuses

I just. I need this to happen. I need Elias's first bout with genuine, blood-boiling anger to be indignant rage at the man who would abandon half his family for some reason we still have yet to learn (and is probably just some chicken shit and God help this man if he tries to pull the "I always meant to come back" card) Yes I have strong feelings about this why do you ask