#actually all of them r criminals but whatever

[silusvesuius]

my spawn 🏆

[brucewaynehater101]

I'm so glad you like it and I love all your feed back. Tim would 100% have plenty of trauma that he just. Is *refusing* to address due to starting that identity when he was likely still a teen. Tim having the identity if Jane Doe is also 100% going to help him with coming to terms with all the shifty stuff his family did.

As for Jason, I think he would see Jane refusing to be near him as Jane being skittish, likely due to the many guns he is visibly wearing. He knows he has a reputation as a protector, but he also knows that part of that reputation is that people do fear him. He'll just. Need to give Jane time to relax around him, yeah?

Though I do have a version that ends much worse for everyone. The Bats aren't the first to find out who Jane Doe is. No, Tim makes a mistake. To calm down someone he's friends with after they almost got mugged and he saved them as Red Robin, without thinking he made a joke referencing an inside joke which made the two ladies laugh. Only one problem. Only they and Jane Doe understand that joke because no one else was there. It was just those three. Meaning Jane Doe is Red Robin. Which would logically put N as Nightwing, H as (Red) Hood, and R as Robin with B as Batman.

This also means these two now "know" how the Bats treat Red Robin and they spread word *fast*. Within a week all the Sex Workers who were worried about Jane know and help Jane sneak away whenever they know a Bat is going to be coming by. This also means that almost over night all of the Sex Workers, Bar Owners, and most of the homeless (at least the ones in Jane's area who know him) are refusing to work with any Bats but Red Robin.

They are full on *scared* of Robin because they know he carries a sword, they know he uses it on criminals, and if he's willing to use that sword to nearly kill his own older brother multiple times? Whats stopping him from hurting them if he thinks they're up to something? Batman? The guy who they now believe either used to or still does beat up his own kids? No, they saw what happened before Tim became Robin they *remember*. The ones who flirted with Nightwing are suddenly shunning him or full on sneering at him. They believe he stole his own younger brother's first time (Tim only said N stole something precious that he could never give back and that it hurt very badly. He meant Robin but he couldn't tell them it was Robin) after tricking his younger brother into falling in love with him (Tim told them that Dick was the first person to make him feel truly loved and adored, because this is 100% bad parents Jack and Janet who told him "do whatever it takes to succeed")

There is so much miscommunication in this AU. It's funny and devastating at the same time.

Them finding out before the Bats reminds me of the fics that explore the street kids finding out that Red Hood beat up Robin (a child) even though he promised to never harm kids and to protect them. This causes them to instantly distrust him, and Red Hood is never able to earn their trust again.

I imagine that the sex workers would probably react similarly to Red Hood. Instead of being greeted warmly, suddenly everyone is treating im with caution. That's so much fucking angst for Jason (especially if he finds comfort/support from sex workers due to them helping him when he was homeless).

Also, there might be a time when the sex workers are mad at Red Robin (and some probably stay mad). They see taking a persona of a sex worker as insulting and making light of their situation. Some of them would never do that work if they had choices, which RR obviously has.

Then they start to logic how old he was when he started (he was doing this when he was Robin), how he is actually still selling himself because he performs the work, and that he probably does view it as a necessity. I wonder if there's any misconceptions that Batman knew/knows about RR's activities and whether they would compare that to pimps.

But yeah. They would become almost hostile to all Bats and RH.

[wowwforever]

POKEMON EVIL TEAMS RANKED BY HOW LIKELY I WOULD BE TO JOIN THEM

Team Flare

I'm not wearing that suit and I'm not changing my hair. Lysandre is easily the fucking dumbest antagonist and if their plan is successful either they're immortal and I have to live with these losers forever or the whole world dies and I have to live with these losers until I die.

Team Yell

This entire team is centered around having a parasocial relationship with a teenage girl. Also British.

Team Galactic

Similar horrible haircut, bad outfit, and death cult scenario to Team Flare. At least they're like a semi-actual company. I could maybe just go bald and get a regular job after the Poke-government liquidates Team Galactic LLC. But I legitimately think this would be the least fun evil company to work at. Imagine stealing some kids Pokemon but you get chewed out by fucking Galactic Admin Uranus because you forgot to fill out the Paperwork.

The Lame Part of Team Plasma

Okay so to clarify these are the people that actually believe in the Team Plasma shit, which means I'd probably be spit on in the streets while wearing chainmail in New York. Why the fuck would I wear Chain Mail on the East Coast? Do you know how much rust there is? Also I have to become a ginger and worship some green manchild as a monarch. At least they're not a death cult.

Team Rocket

This one is just being a criminal. Like, yeah, you get to steal Pokemon but there's no real advantages except the free gray boots. Probably does not pay well and Giovanni leaving kind of sent them spiraling. Plus they have a lot of Koffings in an underground base so you know there's like lung damage galore. The R stands for Respiratory Distress.

Team Aqua

I don't like the idea of being surrounded by the ocean and I do not like boats and submarines. I would actively join this to sabotage their plan. Also every other evil team has an actual place to put their Pokeballs but this one it seems like the plan is to just shove it in my underwear? ???

Team Star

I haven't actually played Scarlet and Violet because I recently learned I can legally drink. I think this one is the equivalent of a school club? So I'm not actually getting paid to do evil shit. I'd probably just join, like, DnD club or something.

Team Rainbow Rocket

I'd join this one just because I know it's going to fail. I mean, it's got like four people who explicitly just want to end the world in different ways. I'm just gonna join and steal pens and shit until it eventually crashes in on itself for infighting. I'd wear my gay-ass R shirt every june in line with a P, I, D, and E.

The Cool Part of Team Plasma

Fuck yeah. This is the Team Plasma that knows the shit Ghetsis is up to. I'd love to be in on the scheme, plus I don't have to wear chainmail. Downside is I'd probably get murdered or have to murder to stay in, and they have the biggest shot of accomplishing their goal. But Ghetsis is hot so that's a plus.

Team Magma

This one is because there's 0.0% chance this plan will work but I get to just hang out in these cute-ass hoodies and pet camerupts all day. Look at that outfit, I'd wear that all the time. That being said, would probably have to be a field guy. Their location is in a volcano. I'm gonna get a call that says 'Hey all of Team Magma's leadership died' and I'd have to get a job at like Poke7-11 with a major gap in my resume.

Macro Cosmos

This hardly counts as a villain team because they're just, like, security guards for a company whose CEO goes a lil nuts. This is like if you worked for Virgin Atlantic and Richard Branson decided to summon Satan. No one can really put that on you. You'd probably get paid ridiculous amounts of money for essentially doing nothing. Con is you'd have to live in Galar.

Aether Foundation

Working for the Aether Foundation is like doing an internship at Bell Labs or whatever. The evil shit is probably fixed by the end of the game and I could just go back to researching Rotom electromagnetic applications and have that 'week where we tried to fuck up reality' be a weird company thing we brush under the rug. The con is they have all white outfits so I can't eat spaghetti at work. But even if I left I could probably just use Aether Foundation as a decent enough jumping off point for any career.

Team Skull

Genuinely this is just goofing off with a bunch of scummy weirdos. I can respect that and their outfits are thankfully not skin-tight jumpsuits, but main I'd join because they all kind of suck. With the most moderate competency I could run Team Skull. Also Guzma. He's pretty hot.

[amethystpath-writes]

P2 Spare Him

Part 1 here

HIII HOW R U? SORRY, IT'S JUST YOUR NEWEST WRITING THE "Spare him" ONE WAS JUST SO LOVELY (Actually, all of your writings are ✨amazing✨) AND MY CURIOSITY IS PEAKED- PLEASE MAKE A PT 2?? (If you don't want to that's okay!)

Hope you're doing well, Thank you and have a great day <333

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omg hi! so i just read your snippet “spare him” and it’s sooo good! i was wondering if you could continue it?

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(A/N): Thank you both!! You guys are too sweet <3 Buckle in, this is a long one :)

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Hero was silent as Villain led her down various corridors of his palace. He had left his audience of council members without a word, and cued his guard to follow along with his free hand. Now, Hero just wondered where they were going. She expected Villain would keep her locked up with the petty thieves and criminals, but they were going up stairs, not down.

She focused on Villain's fingers as they walked, and it wasn't until now that she noticed his knuckles were pink instead of white. He loosened his grip. When? Hero wasn't sure, but this sight was more familiar than the calloused king in the throne room. This touch, this lead, was welcoming, but she couldn't become accustomed to it again. It would be too foolish.

"You may leave us," Villain stated as the three of them approached a door on the right side of a long hall. There were four more doors past the one they stood at, and two behind, while the left side of the hall held the same seven doors.

"Your Majesty-"

"You may leave." Not a request, a demand. This tone would never be usual to Hero. It would never be the tone she expected to hear. His tone hurt, a quill against the drum of her ear, sharp and stinging and sudden. It made her stomach turn.

The guard didn't attempt to argue further. Hero wanted to ask, Would you have hurt him if he didn't leave? Would you have killed him for disobeying? Alas, she remained silent.

Anger would have better suit her situation. Screaming and demanding, beating Villain's chest with her fists. She wished to have her childlike rage back, when her brothers would mix mud into her perfumes or ripping her teabag when she wasn't looking so she would get a mouthful of herbs upon her next drink. Oh, they made her furious.

More than nothing else, she wanted this fury. Instead, she had become tame over the years, questioning her emotions before responding to them. Sometimes, she pondered so long that she couldn't even react in the face of her brother's murder. Sometimes, that was today.

She strode through the now-open door, not even noticing that Villain had entirely released her, walking in alone and leaving her alone in the hall. He didn't demand she follow, just waited with his back against a bedframe that stretched to the ceiling.

Walking into the room further, she noticed an abundance of decorations: tapestries on the walls, rugs beneath the bed and desk, and wooden knickknacks...knickknacks. Those were from Hero; she gave them to him during his last visit, before...

"You kept them."

Looking to Villain, he only nodded. In the throne room, amusement lit Villain's eyes. Now, Hero couldn't see his eyes at all. He wouldn't look at her, much less meet her curious gaze. "He asked me to," he finally said, ignoring her remark about his knickknacks altogether.

"What?"

"Close the door."

Hero obliged, shutting it with a soft thunk. She stood by the door, still, feeling safer by it than being any closer to Villain than need be. He was going to have me executed.

"Your brother. It was the only way to stall your father."

"Villain, what are you talking about?" Whatever it was, could she even trust what he said? Her palms were sweating with anticipation of what he would say next.

"I didn't believe him at first- i didn't want to, but he had these letters, and they had your faither's stamp." Villain's back left the bedpost as he began pacing about the room. His demeanor was panicked, and Hero felt her emotions arising without the time to process them. Tears welled in her eyes, and in her confusion, she wasn't sure why.

"Villain, stop. Stop, I don't know what you're saying." Hero reached behind her to touch the door, to feel anything solid.

"Do you remember my father falling ill." Hero shook her head, despite her recollections. Villain's father had fallen ill upon their last visit to Hero's kingdom. The king came down with fevers and hallucinations. He spoke of his heart beating as quickly as horses' hooves running into battle. He fell into a sleep one day, and though Hero expected a sweat to break across his forehead, one never did. Her own father grimaced and cold it a case of bad weather. It had been dreary and cold, after all.

"My father was poisoned. It wasn't the rain, Hero."

"Did you see it happen?"

"No, but your brother-"

Horror clutched Hero's heart. "Is that why you killed him. You thought he killed your father?" Hero didn't doubt that his father may have been killed, but by her older brother? "You are despicable and you..." She was already pushing the door open, ready to leave, to dart down any hall she had to in order to leave. Learning her brother was killed for nothing almost felt as though he was being killed again.

"Hero, listen to me." His body was in front of her in a flash and his arm held the door. "It was your father, and your brother knew it."

"Nothing you are saying is making any sense. My father would never kill the king of another country without good reason. We were betrothed, Villain." Betrothed since Hero was born; they're kingdoms were always meant to become allies. It wouldn't make since for her father to kill Villain's. There was already an alliance.

"I know, I know. The pieces are scattered. Your brother's words were lost on me, too, but come here. I have the letters from your father."

Hero was reluctant to leave the door she stood by. She didn't trust Villain well enough to leave her one and only escape behind. But then...where would she escape to? Villain had always been faster than her when growing up, and that was as children playing games, not kings chasing runaway prisoners.

Villain seemed to pick up on her hesitancy because he volunteered, "I can bring them to you?" He was already at his desk, clutching papers between trembling hands. His gaze was soft, and Hero found her own gaze meeting the knickknacks on his desk again. Was it possible he was the same boy now that Hero gave those to then?

She nodded.

Villain's jaw clenched as he turned his head to the side with closed eyes. His expression spoke of pain. Hero watched the lump in his throat bob before he gently shook his head, opened his eyes, and began to walk over.

Her palms were hot as she clenched her fists and her shoulders ached with the tenseness strung between them. A knot formed in her throat, as large as Villain's adam's apple. She thought she was going to choke on it as Villain's arm brushed her own. He was leaning in, holding the papers out in front of either of them.

"I'm going to share these with you, but you can't speak about it outside of this room." He paused before gently asking, "Do you understand?"

Again, Hero nodded voicelessly. She felt as though she was in a dream, a sick dream which haunted her, gripped her throat, and wouldn't let her go. Was this real? Was any of this real?

"Your brother found these, trying to play a harmless prank on your father- stuff feathers in his boots; you know how he was."

And so Hero did. She almost felt a smile tug at her lips. She could imagine the scene:

Everyone would be in their chambers, bathing, and dressing for the night. Hero would be on her balcony, looking at the moon, stars, and clouds. Her sweet and mischievous brother would poke his head out of his own door and warn her to stay inside.

‘What did you do now?’ she would ask him.

He would smile and say, ‘Stop worrying, won’t you?’

‘Father is going to have enough of you one of these days.’ Did he? Was Villain telling the truth? It wouldn't explain why villain was the one that killed her brother, but maybe there trily was more to the story than a senseless betrayal.

"-council is fitting for my style of ruling. You are blunt, unlike my own family and council.”

"Wait, wait I wasn't listening." Without thinking, she took the papers from Villain's hands, brushing her fingers against his own. She read and read until, “One of my lords has a garden for the Assassin’s Keep. My wife has always found the flowers unknowingly pretty; it would not be difficult to harvest some…But the lord’s garden is poison.” This last sentence was Hero’s own. “He has been keeping poison in his chambers so acclimate her to their beauty. She would have never thought differently of them.”

“Keep reading,” Villain encouraged.

“I don’t-” Hero couldn’t read any more. Where would it lead? If she kept reading and learned her father really did want to kill Hero family off- “I left my brother, Villain. I have to go back for him.”

Hero turned on a heel, papers clutched tightly in her fist. As her hand reached the door, Villain’s hand stopped her.

“I can’t let you go back.”

“Villain-”

“I will send someone to search for your brother, but it’s not safe for you to return.”

“But he has no one to-”

“For all we know, your father has already started a search party, and what do you think they will do when they find you?”

Well, Hero hadn’t considered that. If her father did want her dead, whatever soldier was in charge of finding her wouldn’t bring her home; they would kill her on the spot, say they found her dead in the woods- much like her own father possibly blaming the king’s death on the weather. It reminded her…She circled back to Villain’s desk with the papers still in hand. Hero thought now, if Villain truly was the nefarious one in all this, well, she was alive now, wasn’t she? Maybe there was some truth behind his words.

“What does your father have to do with this?” she mumbled as she skimmed. “Here.” Hero wasn’t sure why she was pointing it out as if Villain didn’t already know. In any case, she began to read aloud again. “The king is soft- focused too heavily on friendliness than actually protecting his people…Who is this even addressed to?” In her frenzy, Hero didn’t even think to look until now.

Gods, where was her mind? She was once a child full of reactions, then a young lady with a reserved mind, then a daughter- now sister- in mourning, then a prisoner kneeling beneath a sword, and now a woman so desperate for the truth that she couldn’t think straight to retrieve it.

She skimmed the words as she flipped back to the beginning. Surely, the papers were out of order by now. Hero certainly wasn’t keeping track.

“Villain, you killed him.” She slammed the papers down. Hero couldn’t let herself forget this no matter who was involved. Villain still killed her brother. None of these letters could explain that.

Villain drew a breath at this time. “How about I leave you here tonight? You can look at your father’s letters without me breathing down your neck.”

Hero looked up. “Will you be back?”

“Before morning.” Villain nodded to the vastness of the room. “It’s not appropriate to emerge from a room that is not his.”

This was Villain’s room. It made sense; he had a nice desk, rugs, wall decor, a large bed, the knick-knacks Hero gifted him, amongst many other things. It looked much like Hero’s room back at home. But, “Why have the king’s chambers in the middle of the hall?”

“My council said it’s an unpredictable location. Among their own hall, I’ll never be expected.” His lips drew tight and his nose wrinkled as his brows pinched. “Personally, I think it puts me more at risk. After all, a council is not made up of soldiers.”

“Why would your own council put you in that position?”

He shrugged. “Keep reading. I will see you before sunrise. Best you lock the door when you leave.”

“Where will you sleep?”

“Recently, it’s easier for me to sleep with my eyes open. Rummage as you will. My room was always meant to be yours anyway.”

Betrothed. Villain and Hero were always meant to marry. It was meant to unite their kingdoms. If it was already agreed upon, and Hero and Villain were even in agreement, why would her father throw it all away?

She looked to the papers on the desk, sprawled out where she had thrown them. “The key?”

“Look around what you’re familiar with.”

Thoughtlessly, she lifted two of the three knick-knacks. Under one was a small key.

“I’ll slide a clover under the door when I’m ready to come in. Don’t open the door for anyone else.” He turned his back to her, and left with a final, “Sleep well, Hero,” in his wake.

[hungermakesmonsters]

Love, Sick Love

Chapter Fourteen

Plot summary : Working at one of the shadier bars in Brooklyn, you have one rule; don’t mess around with the patrons. Most of them are criminals, dangerous. None more so than Billy Russo, but Billy believes that rules are made to be broken. Especially your rule. One lapse in judgement is all it takes for Billy to decide that you’re his, and he’s never been the sort of man to take rejection well.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Blood and some poorly researched medical stuff. All chapters will deal with dark and smutty themes, including but not limited to stalking. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 5.8k

A/N : And here's the final part. Don't worry, there will be an epilogue.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Master List

Chapter Thirteen

Those five little words threatened to turn your whole world upside down.

Kitten, I think I’m dying.

You didn’t know what you wanted to feel first, you were filled with such a rush of emotions there was no distinguishing one feeling from another. It all just came together in an angry, terrified, sad mess. 

In your chest your heart was barely beating, threatening to give up completely, like it was prepared to stop if anything happened to him.

It wasn't until you heard another ragged breath on his end of the call that you were brought crashing back to the moment.

“No,” you said, like your wants or demands would make any difference. “You - you can’t. You promised me.”

“I know - I know I did, kitten. But I need you to listen,” he said, his words coming out awkward and strained, forced, “there isn’t much time and I need to -”

“No, Billy,” you interrupted, “you don’t get to make some deathbed confession about how you feel or whatever bullshit you want to say to me. You’re not going to die, you can’t. If you have something to tell me, you can  tell me to my face.”

“Kitten, please,” he begged, “you need to listen. You need to get your bag and get out of town. I left you something in there to help you.”

“No. No, I’m not doing that,” though, as you spoke, you were already on your feet, heading to the wardrobe to grab the bag. “I’m coming to get you. Where are you?”

“You can’t -”

“Yes I can. I’m coming to get you and we’re going to leave, just like you wanted,” you said and, despite the tremor in your voice and the tears running down your cheeks, you managed to sound very certain.

“Kitten -”

“No. I told you, Billy. I told you that you don’t get to make me care and then leave me like this. I won’t let you,” you continued, not willing to listen to him. “You can either tell me where you are, or I’ll call the cops and give them your number so they can track you. Then they’ll get you fixed up and you’ll spend the rest of your life in prison.”

Never in a million years did you ever think you’d find yourself in this situation, desperately begging Billy to let you save him but, now, faced with the very real prospect of actually losing him, you knew that you couldn’t. You wouldn’t survive losing him, not after finally letting him in, not after finally feeling like there was someone who saw you, understood you.

There was another awkward and gargled breath, followed by something that sounded almost like a sigh.

“I’m at St. John’s Church. There’s a room in the basement... I was gonna wait for a friend...” 

You could tell that he wasn’t happy about telling you and it almost made you feel bad about threatening him. Almost. 

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” you told him before ending the call, not wanting to give him time to reconsider.

It felt terrible to just hang up on him like that, knowing that he was in pain, but there was someone else you needed to call. 

You didn’t stop to check your backpack as you pulled it from the wardrobe and grabbed your coat. As you left your apartment, you dialled Jenna, the only person besides Billy you knew you could trust implicitly.

“I need to borrow your car,” you said before she could even ask what was up.

“Okay, sure, when?”

“Right now, Jenna, it’s an emergency.”

You could hear her moving and the jangle of keys, and it was almost enough to cause your stomach to knot. You hadn’t even explained what the emergency was and she was already jumping to help you.

“Are you at your place?” She asked.

“Just leaving now. I’m heading to St. John’s. Billy’s hurt, I need to -” your voice threatened to break, “- I need to help him, Jenna. I can’t lose him.”

“Hurt? How bad?” She asked. In the background you could hear the sound of a car engine starting.

“He says he’s dying.”

“Fuck, okay - okay. So what’s the plan?”

Plan? You didn’t have a plan. You had know idea what you were doing or how you could help him. All you knew for sure was that you needed to get to him. You needed to save him.

“I don’t know. I don’t - fuck, Jenna, I don’t know.”

You broke into a jog as you crossed the street, St. John’s wasn’t far from your apartment, only a five minute walk but, jogging, you were certain you could do it in closer to three and Jenna would be there not long after. 

“Does Theo still -” you started and stopped.

Maybe it wasn’t fair to drag Jenna’s family into things, but you knew her cousin, a veterinarian, used to patch up dealers and other scumbags for extra money until he almost found himself pulled into a turf war. He wasn’ a doctor, but he knew his way around knife and gunshot wounds.

“I’ll call him,” Jenna said, again showing no hint of hesitation.

“Thank you.”

She ended the call and you focused on getting to Billy.

You’d never been inside St. John’s before but you’d walked past it plenty of times. Honestly, churches had always made you feel uncomfortable, though you’d never really taken the time to unpack why. Still, you made your way inside without hesitation, your stomach turning when you noticed blood on the floor.

So much blood.

Following the trail down to the basement, you half expected to get to him too late, to find him already dead, bled out on the floor. But there he was, slumped against the wall, seemingly unable to move.

“Kitten...” 

You made your way to his side, dropping to your knees and trying to inspect the damage. There was so much blood and the scrap of fabric he was using to try and stem the bleeding was soaked through. The gun resting on his lap had your stomach tying itself in knots.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” you said, even though you were almost certain that it wouldn’t be. “I’m going to help you.”

“I think it’s too late,” he answered weakly, barely able to lift his hand to take yours.

“Stop saying that. You promised me, Billy.”

You could tell that your words gutted him and his eyes grew wet, threatening tears. But, before he could even think of a way to respond, there was a shout.

Jenna.

“In here!” You called out.

Less than twenty seconds later, she was at your side, looking down at Billy, openly horrified by the state of him.

“Come on, we have to move him,” you said, looking at Jenna, hating that you’d dragged her into this.

“I spoke to Theo, he knows we’re on the way,” Jenna answered, moving to Billy’s other side.

“Kitten, I don’t think -”

“Don’t think,” you snapped, “just do. We’re getting you out of here, and we’re getting you patched up, you selfish asshole.”

Both Billy and Jenna seemed a little taken aback by your outburst, but neither commented. As the pair of you got him to his feet, you grabbed the gun, keeping hold of it while you manoeuvred your arm around his waist while Jenna took hold of him from the other side.

It was a long and slow process, and Billy struggled to bite back the pained sounds that seemed desperate to escape him. Both you and Jenna seemed to be doing your best to ignore the blood, but you could feel it, soaking through your clothes.

Please, don’t let him die, you found yourself thinking as you moved through the church, towards the exit. You’d never been the type for praying or believing in much of anything but the thought came to you unbidden and it repeated over and over.

You almost managed to feel relieved when the three of you managed to stumble to the car. Part of you even dared to feel optimistic that he could be saved.

“I’m gonna need you to stop right there and step away,” a deep voice sounded behind you, and you heard the click of a gun's safety.

You turned, taking a step and letting your arm fall from around Billy, putting yourself between him and the man pointing the gun.

“Frank,” Billy breathed, leaning against the car for support while Jenna fumbled with the keys to unlock the door.

You barely noticed yourself lifting the gun and pointing it in Frank’s direction. And - fuck - a second later, all the pieces started to fall into place. 

The Punisher. 

Frank was the Punisher. 

The Punisher wanted to kill Billy.

“I said, step away. You don’t wanna get involved in this,” Frank said, eyeing you and your unsteady grip on the gun.

“No,” you answered. Despite the tremors in your arm, your voice sounded nothing but completely certain. “If you want him, you’ll have to go through me.”

“Cute,” Frank said. “You tell her what you did, Bill? She know who you really are?” 

“I know exactly who he is,” you answer before Billy can even attempt to say anything. “I know who he is now - what you’re trying to do is punish him for things he doesn’t even remember.”

“He killed my family. My wife, my kids. They loved him, and he let them die.”

Your heart skipped several beats - you didn’t know that part. Hell, you weren’t even sure Billy knew that part. After a second or two of stunned silence, you shake your head.

“I’m not letting you hurt him.”

“Kitten,” Billy uttered softly, sounding almost resigned to his fate.

“No,” you snapped. “No, you’re not leaving me. You promised. So get in the fucking car, Billy.”

It was an entirely selfish thought but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about Billy’s past crimes or the terrible things he might have done. All you cared about was saving your own feelings and not winding up alone again. Maybe later you’d change your mind and realise how ridiculous it was but, in that moment, all you could think about was how much you wanted to be with Billy.

All that aside, you knew enough about the Punisher, about what he did to know he had no right to judge Billy. The Punisher killed people, people he deemed bad, not bothering to stop and think about their families and friends, the people who relied on them.

No, you weren’t going to let him take Billy from you.

“I’ll find you, Bill. No matter where you go,” Frank threatened. “It won’t be slow, Bill. You’re gonna suffer.”

“You come near him again, I’ll kill you myself,” you spat back at him.

Jenna managed to get Billy into the back of the car and moved around to the driver's side while you kept your eyes fixed on Frank. Your hand ached as you gripped the gun tighter, your finger on trigger, almost hoping for a reason to shoot.

You didn’t know Frank, but you hated him for hurting Billy, for causing so much pain and suffering, even if he was only doing it for revenge. Later, you’d look back at the moment with more clarity, you’d think about what Billy had supposedly done to deserve it. But there wasn’t time to think about anything. 

Billy was bleeding out.

You needed to save him.

You kept your eyes (and gun) on Frank as you climbed into the back of the car with Billy, keeping yourself between him and Frank, not bothering to shrug off your backpack or fasten your seatbelt as Jenna floored it. You just watched Frank through the rear window, tensing as he raised the gun and letting out a sigh of relief when he chose not to fire.

Once the car turned onto the next street and you were certain you weren’t being followed, you turned your attention back to Billy. You pressed your hands to his abdomen, over his hands, holding the soaked scrap of fabric in place.

“Hold on,” you told him. “Please, hold on.”

“Don’t cry, kitten.”

You didn’t even realise that you were crying until he pointed it out but, really, you couldn’t help it. There was no telling if it was the adrenaline, the shock, or the fear that had you in tears. All you knew was that it wasn’t the time for it. You needed to be strong for the both of you.

“How’s he doing?” Jenna asked, nervously glancing at you in the rearview mirror.

“He’s hanging on,” you answered.

“Good, because I want to be the one to kill him for making you cry.”

You knew that she was joking, that she was trying to use humour to deal with the very serious situation you had dragged her into. Billy even managed something that sounded like an attempt at a laugh, but it didn’t stop your tears. In that moment, you felt like you might never stop crying.

Time seemed to simultaneously fly by and come to a complete stand still as Jenna drove you to her cousin’s vet practice. Every time Billy shuddered or let out an awkward breath, you told yourself that he was going to die, that you were going to lose him. But Billy held on, keeping his eyes on you, refusing to give in.

Jenna pulled around the back of her cousin’s practice, running inside to get him while you struggled to help Billy out of the car.

Between the three of you, you managed to get Billy into the exam room and onto the table. At some point between getting him out of the car and onto the table, Billy had lost consciousness, and for a terrible moment, you thought that he was dead. Every exhale seemed like a death rattle shaking his chest, and all you could do was watch as Theo cut away his shirt and looked at the gunshot wound.

“Fuck,” Theo said after quick inspection. “Bullet didn’t come out the other side. I’m gonna need to pull it out.”

He quickly turned to gather what he needed and you barely even noticed that you were clinging to Jenna, tears streaming down your face. 

“I’m gonna need you both to hold him still, in case he wakes up,” Theo continued as he set up a tray with forceps and everything he’d need to sew up the wound.

Reluctantly, you stepped away from Jenna and moved around the otherside of the table, placing your hand on Billy’s shoulder. His face instantly contorted, though his eyes stayed shut as Theo tried to remove the bullet. 

“It’s okay, Billy,” you found yourself saying, lowering yourself to speak softly into his ear. “It’s going to be okay.”

Honestly, you weren’t sure whether you were trying to convince him or just yourself.

“Okay, the good news is that the bullet seems to have missed anything important,” Theo said as he finally pulled out the bullet. “And the bullet stayed in one piece, but he’s lost a lot of blood and he’s been bleeding for a long time. Even if I manage to stop the bleeding, I don’t know if he’ll make it without a transfusion.”

Your chest felt tight and you were left torn between celebrating the good news and fearing the bad. The thought of losing him after going through so much had fresh tears forming in your eyes but you did your best to force them away, knowing that you needed to be strong for him.

“Do you know his blood type?” Jenna asked.

“No, it never came up,” you answered, immediately hating yourself for your sharp tone. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she said, shrugging. “You’re doing better than I would right now.”

“He was military, if he wakes up he’ll be able to tell us,” you said.

But it was looking like a big if already. He’d lost so much blood and, even though Theo seemed to have some idea of what he was doing as he worked to stop the bleeding, it could still be too late.

After what felt like hours, Theo had Billy closed up, but he didn’t look confident. He and Jenna decided to give you some space and left you alone with Billy, telling you to call if you needed anything.

For a few minutes you sat by his side but just looking at him made you want to scream; he’d promised he wouldn’t do this. 

Your life was falling apart, piece by piece. First the Homeland agent asking too many questions about you, and then Billy getting hurt (not to mention the fact that you were probably on the Punisher’s hit list now). You didn’t know what to do - what could you even do?

Little things, you decided. Starting by washing your hands and getting the blood off. Then you could change into something clean, so you were ready to leave the moment Billy was able to move - and you had to believe that he would be able, because you simply couldn’t handle the alternative. 

It was only when your hands were clean, after several minutes of scrubbing, that you remembered what Billy had told you; he’d put something in your bag to help you. You almost didn’t want to open the backpack to look, scared that it would be some terrible way of saying goodbye. 

But you needed a change of clothes, and you needed to take stock of what you had, so you sat the bag on the chair beside Billy and you opened it.

Your heart stuttered at the sight of a white envelope sitting on top of your things, the word Kitten scrawled across it. Tearing it open, you quickly started to read the note you found inside.

Kitten,

I hope that if the time ever comes for you to use this I’ll be by your side and we’ll be leaving together, but things have become complicated and I’m not sure what’s going to happen, so I decided to leave you a little gift, just in case.

I know it might not mean much after everything I’ve done, and you might not even believe me, but I do care about you. Love you, even. In my own fucked up way.

Take care,

Billy

Immediately after finishing reading, you tipped out the contents of the bag and found his gift; a brown Jiffy bag containing stacks of hundred dollar bills, tens of thousands of dollars worth, and a fake passport and drivers licence bearing your photo. 

He’d given you everything you needed to get away and start a new life.

But what was a new life worth if you had to spend it alone?

“You bastard,” you muttered to his unconscious form, tears once again filling your eyes. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t tell me you love me like this.”

He didn’t move. He barely even looked like he was breathing.

No. You couldn’t lose him.

You wouldn’t.

He couldn’t confess that he might be in love with you on some note and then just die. You weren’t going to let him get away with it that easily. If he wanted to say it, he needed to say it to your face.

Grabbing one of the stacks of hundreds, you left the room in search of Jenna and Theo, finding them in the kitchen area of his connected apartment above the practice.

“You said he needs blood, right? I think I’m O-Negative, that means I’m universal, right?” You said, interrupting their conversation and forcing a stack of bills into his hand. “Give him my blood.”

“What, what -” Jenna started at the same time as Theo.

“You think you’re O-Negative, or you are O-Negative?” Theo asked.

“I - I don’t know, but we need to do something. He doesn’t look good. Please?” You begged.

There was no telling if what you were suggesting would make things better or worse, but you were almost convinced tha Billy wasn’t going to survive without some sort of intervention. 

You fidgeted nervously, hating being away from him, even though only a minute or so had passed.

“Please?” You asked again. “If it’s money, I can -”

“It’s not the money,” Theo said, looking down at the generous stack of cash you’d given him. “Let me see how he’s doing first.”

With that, you all returned to the exam room to find Billy exactly where you’d left him, thankfully still breathing, but he looked so small and pale. You needed to help him, you couldn’t let him die.

Theo grimaced at the sight and gave you an uneasy glance.

“If we give him blood and it’s the wrong type, what’s the worst that could happen?” Jenna asked, giving voice to the question you were too scared to ask.

Theo paused to think about it for a moment. “Well, in animals, the wrong blood type can cause an immune response...”

“So if she’s not O-negative, she could kill him?”

“I don’t know,” Theo shrugged. “Christ, Jenna, I’m a veterinarian...”

Out of any intelligent ideas, you pulled out your phone and started to google it, doing the maths in your head as you looked at blood type statistics. You weren’t sure you understood any of it, but you were sure that your blood type was O-something. If it was negative, then there would be no issues, if it was positive, Billy’s blood type would need to be positive too.

The statistics were in your favour either way.

“We need to do it, we can’t waste anymore time,” you said, making the decision for everyone. “I know I’m O-something -”

“How can you be sure?” Jenna asked, “Have you -”

“My mom tried to sell my blood when I was a kid but they wouldn’t take it because I was too young,” you answered.

You ignored the looks that followed, knowing you’d just revealed something that Jenna had never suspected before. While you’d mentioned in passing never being close to your mom, and you’d even told Jenna that she was dead, you’d never really revealed how bad of a parent she’d been.

“Okay,” Theo finally relented, letting out an uneasy breath. “Okay then, if you’re sure.”

And you were. 

You were sure that you needed to at least try to save his life.

It took about ten minutes for Theo to set everything up, and get you sitting beside Billy, your sleeve rolled up and your eyes fixed on Jenna. You’d never liked needles and, after the last couple of days, you were sick of the sight of blood. You winced as the needle pricked your skin and refused to even look as the blood slowly started to work its way through the clear piping and into Billy’s arm.

After a few minutes, Theo left you and Jenna alone with Billy, and she let out a breath as if she’d been holding it for hours.

“What the fuck is even going on?” She asked, clearly feeling just as lost as you.

“I can’t lose him, Jenna. I -” your voice breaks, “- fuck, I can’t lose him.”

“He really means that much to you?”

“Yes.”

She looked at you for a moment, clearly lost for words - some part of you was certain Jenna thought that you’d lost your fucking mind, and maybe she was right. There was nothing sensible or rational about what you were doing, and there certainly wasn’t anything sensible or rational about what you were feeling, but you’d been through so much in your life and so had Billy. There was something between you and you wanted the chance to figure out what it was.

“He - he said he loves me,” you said quietly. “Well, not said exactly, he wrote it. He left me a ton of money.”

When you nodded towards the backpack, Jenna went to investigate and looked at you with a shocked expression when she saw the stacks of hundreds.

“Holy shit. I knew I should have fucked him when I had the chance,” she said and, a second later, you were actually laughing.

Laughter helped, if only for a brief moment, though it wasn't long before you started to feel the effects of blood loss.

“What are you gonna do if he wakes up?” Jenna asked.

You didn't like that she used the word if and it showed on your face.

“When he wakes up, I'll get him out of town… at least, for a little while. Until this whole mess blows over,” you said, reaching the decision on the spot.

“What if it -”

“Jenna, please, I can't handle what-ifs right now. I just need him to survive this first, okay?” Your voice was fraught and your face seemed to say everything that your words did not; you couldn't start planning out a life with a man who might die at any moment.

She nodded and relented, seeming to understand that there was never going to be a time for rational conversation because nothing about the situation was rational.

Again, you lost track of time sitting at Billy's side and watching as your blood trickled through the pipe and into his body. You didn't understand how it had come to this, how you'd managed to fall for your stalker, but there you were, willing to give up everything for him, for a chance of a real new start in your life.

After Theo returned to take the needle from your arm, Jenna made you eat; they ordered pizza and you sat at Billy's side as you ate. You didn't want to leave him, not until he woke up, not until you knew he'd be okay.

Hours passed and it was dark outside by the time he finally stirred.

“Billy?” You said, reaching for his hand and squeezing far tighter than you probably should.

“Kitten?”

“I'm here. You're okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, you found yourself fighting back tears.

“Where are we? What happened?” He asked, trying to look around.

“Jenna's cousin's vet practice. He patched you up and we, oh god -” suddenly you were reminded of the transfusion and you started to panic, “- Billy, what blood type are you?”

“A-Positive, why?”

“I had to give you blood,” you answered, relieved that your blood was compatible.

“You gave me blood? Kitten, you shouldn't-”

“Don't you dare!” You snapped. “You don't get to leave me a note like that and then die on me, you selfish bastard.”

“You… you found the note?” 

You couldn't tell if he was glad or uncomfortable - had he intended to die before actually telling you how he felt about you.

“Of course I did. And the money. Fuck, Billy, where did you get all of that money?” You asked. Nowhere good, you assumed. “No - no, don't tell me. I already know more than I want to. I’m so fucking angry with you right now.”

“Frank,” he said as if the name caused him physical pain, “what did he tell you?”

“I don't care. I don't care what he said about you or how much of it is true, because I know that's not you anymore,” you told him. “It's not, is it?”

“No, kitten, it's not. I - I wish I could remember but I don't,” he said softly, giving your hand a weak squeeze.

“So you're my Billy and not the man who hurt him?”

It was all you really needed to be sure of, the one last thing you needed him to tell you. You had to be certain that the man lying beside you, the man whose hand you were gripping so tightly, was who you believed him to be.

“I'm yours,” he answered, a tired smile on his lips, “if you want me, I'm all yours. I’m not that man anymore.”

“Okay,” you told him, finally releasing the breath you hadn't even realised you were holding. “Okay. You need to rest while I figure out how we're going to get out of New York.”

“We? You're coming with me?”

“Did you mean what you said in the note?” You asked. “When you said you might love me?”

“Yes.” He said it without hesitation.

“Then I’m coming with you,” you said decidedly, leaving it at that. “Do you think you can get up? Theo has an apartment upstairs, it’s comfier than staying here.”

Of course, Billy said yes and then struggled the whole way up the stairs to the point where you were certain he was going to fall down and break his neck. But, eventually, you managed to get him upstairs and onto Theo’s sofa, where he quickly fell asleep again.

“We’ll leave first thing in the morning,” you told Theo and Jenna, already feeling like you’d more than overstayed your welcome.

“Where are you going to go?” Jenna asked.

You could tell from the look on her face that she was desperately trying to keep her opinion about how crazy it all was to herself, and you appreciated it.

“Somewhere quiet,” you answered, “maybe by the coast... or a lake... somewhere in the middle of nowhere.”

“Theo, get me your laptop,” Jenna said, and Theo did as he was asked.

Jenna took over, going through listings on AirBnB until she’d found the perfect place in the Catskills, an out of the way house by a lake. It was only a three hour drive, which you both figured would be a lot better for Billy given his delicate condition. It wasn’t going to be cheap but, thanks to Billy, you had more than enough cash. It just left you with one problem.

“I’m going to need to borrow your car,” you said to Jenna.

She hit you with a wide grin. “Why don’t I sell it to you?”

“Deal.”

From that moment onwards you allowed a strange feeling of hope to start to grow inside you. You and Billy were going to make it. He was going to be okay and you were going to get to have that view he’d spoken of over breakfast. For the first time in your life, things seemed to be going right and you had everything you needed in order to be happy.

So, of course, Billy had to try and throw a spanner in the works the moment he woke up again.

You caught him, trying to get up, pale as a sheet and sweating profusely, less than two hours after you’d finished making arrangements with Jenna. Everyone had gone to bed; Theo in his own room, Jenna in the spare, and you were camped out on the armchair next to Billy on the sofa.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hissed, trying not to wake everyone up.

“I need to go. I need to finish things with Frank,” he muttered.

Standing, you practically pushed him back down.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare,” you said. “You tried to finish things with Frank and this happened.”

“You don’t understand -”

“I understand that if you go after him again, I’ll never forgive you. You have to choose, Billy; me or him. Because I am not doing this again,” you told him. In that moment every emotion tried to push its way to the surface and you found yourself too tired to fight back the tears. “You don’t get to say you love me and then walk out on me. We’re leaving in the morning, I’ve made all the arrangements. Don’t make me go on my own.”

Billy was silent for a moment, looking up at you through the gloom with a broken expression on his face. 

“Don’t cry, kitten,” he said softly, taking your hand in his and holding it tight. “Please don’t cry, I don’t ever want to see you cry.”

“Then don’t make me cry. Either you want me or you don’t, but I can’t keep doing this.”

The games, the uncertainty, the near-misses, you couldn’t keep putting yourself through it.

Billy gave a gentle tug on your hand, leading you to sit down on the sofa beside him. He winced as he lifted an arm and put it around you, pulling you into his side. You were careful, mindful of his injuries, as you wrapped your arms around him and pressed your face to his neck.

“I thought you were going to die, Billy. I can’t go through that again. I won’t,” you muttered.

“Okay, kitten. It’s okay. I’ll stay. For you, I’ll stay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

You didn’t know what else to say - it didn’t really feel like you needed to say anything else. You had his word and, while it hadn’t amounted to much the last time he’d given it, you had to believe that this time he meant it

He held you as tight as he dared until both of you managed to fall asleep on the sofa.

It wasn’t a full night of sleep, but it was enough.

In the morning you had breakfast, Theo gave Billy a quick check over, and gave him a shirt that was slightly too large for Billy, but comfortable enough for him to wear, and then you had to say your goodbyes. 

Jenna was in tears, reminding you that you could always change your mind and come back. You gave her the keys to your apartment and told her to take anything that she wanted, and Jenna insisted that she’d just look after your things until you and Billy found somewhere more permanent. And, with that all done, you handed her an envelope containing the money you’d agreed upon for the car (and a few thousand extra that you’d snuck in for her).

And, when she was done with you, she moved on to Billy.

“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you. No matter where you go, I’ll hunt you down. Do you understand?” Jenna told him.

“I understand,” Billy said sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep her safe.”

“You’d better.”

You both got into the car and you started the engine. It had been years since you’d really driven anywhere, but you had Google maps on your phone and it seemed straightforward enough.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Billy asked.

“Yeah,” you told him, pulling the car away from the curb. “I think it’s about time I got to live my life.”

“I’m glad that you’re gonna be doing it with me.”

“Me too,” you replied, really smiling for what felt like the first time in years.

“I love you, kitten,” he said. 

“I - I think I love you too.”

End Note : Sooooooo this was the last proper chapter, but there will be an epilogue to tie up loose ends and for additional cuteness/smut/angst next week. I know it's a bit of a weird ending but given everything that's happened it felt wrong to go full on happily-ever-after, I wanted it to have an optimistic ending but not full on saccharine? But, yeah... at least Billy survived.

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[nazrigar]

All-Sparks: Members of the United States Government.

Because a Transformers story isn't complete without exploring human governments and how the Transformers deal with 'em! These are just the most important folks in the context of the AU of course!

Senator Lonzo R. Wilkinson of Michigan: A reformed criminal during his youth, he uses the experiences he learned growing up as well as his time in G.I. Joe to lead to him to go for public office. A native of Detroit Michigan, one can say that he had a hand in turning it from "Motor City" to "Robo City", as he was responsible for helping build the legislative foundations that allowed Sumdac and his technology to flourish. Also the chair of the Senate's intelligence committee. A member of the original Adventure Team, alongside Colton. He's still friends with Colton, but definitely concerned about Colton's inner rage, and doubly concerned about Colton's obsession with Scarlett and the reasons for her asking for a discharge all those years ago.

Senator Henry Masterson Sr. of Michigan.: a man who'd take a bribe with a smile. Supposedly under Blackshore's payroll, but in reality Masterson has no "real" paymaster. He'll appeal to any lobby if it interests him, and he'll switch positions (flippantly or gradually) depending on the "client". He considers himself first and foremost however, a survivor, and his "true" paymaster, in his eyes, is power. Has a son with wild ideas on robots. Based off the Inhumanoids character.

President Alexander Holt: Colton's Puppet President, knows it, and resents it.

An opportunistic politician who came into office in order to further his business ambitions, this in turn led him to be dependent on Colton to give him the image of a "strong American man who wants to keep America strong", and no one helps project strength like Joseph Colton himself. Being an energy mogul, his main motivation for seeking office was, in an act of extreme personal pettiness, was to try and get a leg up against Blackrock, to make sure that Blackrock's alternative energy solutions was as expensive as possible. He riles up the populace with bluster and theatrics, making people think he cares, when he actually doesn't.

He's really trying to find ways to undermine Colton's iron grip on the government, he's the President damn it. He should be the most powerful person on the planet, not Colton.

Based off an obscure character from IDW's Transformers run.

Secretary of Defense John Keller: Technically the only person below President in the chain of command within the United States military… and came into the office expecting such, but quickly realized many of the officers within the military have more respect and loyalty to one man, and it's certainly not the President. A man that truly believes in the rule of law and the use of appropriate force against whatever danger is presented to him, the concept of internal division of loyalties within the United States is a terrifying prospect for him. His strongest ally is Sector 7, insulated from Colton's influence only because it has remained a secret for so long within government, and its members are quite insular and cagey. The advent of Cobra however changed all that, and now Colton even has paws on them, if only in a limited capacity. With Cobra's defeat, John Keller has even more incentive to try have at least ONE government branch with firepower that operates independently from the Original Joe.

Senator Barbara Larkin of Oregon: Perhaps one of the rarest kinds of politician: born to wealth and status, but completely and utterly dedicated to public service for the greater good, much to the horror and disgust of her own parents. What Wilksinson is to Detroit and Sumdac Systems, she is to Portland and Blackrock Enterprises, because she is fully commited to the dream that energy shouldn't be expensive and energy is a basic need for a country like the United States. A vehement opponent of President Holt.

Is Col. Clayton "Hawk" Abernathy's lady wife. There are times when she wished Clayton would retire, not simply because she worries about him as we hunts whatever enemy still lurks in the world… but also because she doesn't want him to end up a jaded man who only sees the worst in the world. She believes Clayton has so much more to give to the world based on his experiences.

Based off Barbara Larkin from the Marvel comics continuity of Transformers.

Gabriella Constanza: The Woman of the Big Words. Literally, she's infamous for sparsing her words with material that one would need a dictionary AND a thesaurus to decipher.

Picked by Holt to be a completely nothing Secretary of State beholden only to him. After all, she's just some nothing teacher from a nothing town called Jasper with no other credentials besides running for Mayor of the nothing town, and she's easy on the eyes.

To the shock of everyone, she's actually really good at her job. She can talk to people well, is personable and pleasant to others, and can whip up a story on-the-spot. She's just occasionally confusing through the use of said Big Words(tm).

Based off Gabriella Constanza of the Unicron Trilogy.

[pilfappreciator]

Can you write about Veneer... Just, like, anything at all. I'm BEGGING. They could be headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, ANYTHING. My little gay mind can't handle it. If you don't have any ideas here are some that I have off the top of my head ^_^ (also if you could make any of these male reader I will love you forever BUT you obviously don't have to <33)

- Baking with him (but either veneer or the reader is a nightmare in the kitchen and everything goes wrong)

- Having a slumber party !! (Doing eachothers nails, hair, makeup, watching movies, just talking, possibly falling asleep in eachothers arms and being embarrassed in the morning)

- Playing hide and seek together

- CHRISTMAS WITH VENEER!!! (Decorating the house/Christmas tree, getting presents, playing out in the snow, just general festive activities:3)

- Reader who has a shit ton of stuffies and has named them all (introducing them to Veneer, cuddling, fluffy things)

- Eepy time (sleeping/cuddling hcs, shenanigans, not being able to fall asleep, weird midnight chats)

I had more but I forgot....

NAHHH UR LITERALLLY SO BASED I LOVE YOU FOR THAT!!! Veneer is literally such a criminal cuz like?? He kidnapped someone, tortured them, AND he stole your heart??? SOMEONE STOP HIM ASDKJALJSLD

Ended up combining a few of your ideas into one big concept! Hope you don't mind :3

Also heads up that this takes place before the events of Band Together took off! Just figured it'd be kinda hard to throw a sleepover when your ass is literally in prison lol

Veneer x Reader: when your favorite twink invites you to a sleepover

Includes: Male! Reader, sleepover shenanigans, fluff, slight angst, gaygaygaygay—

💎 You and Veneer would have to be INCREDIBLY close before he even considered invited you over

💎 Tbh I feel like getting invited to hangout with this guy in any way is actually? Kind of a privilage?? Like his fame is obviously a big factor in that but growing up, I doubt he had any actual friends who weren't his sister. I imagine him as kinda shy and non-confrontational as a kid, and though Velvet wasn't the BEST sibling, she never hesitated to cuss out whatever poor soul chose to pick on her brother. She's always been the one to lead and Veneer has always just followed

💎 I mean... the guy literally participated in tortue just cuz his sister told him to. He sheep coded as hell 😔

💎 So yeah, this boy probably has like zero experience when it comes to having friends who don't use him for his fame and/or are related to him by blood. Luckily you came along! Now he's actually got someone with whom he shares a genuine connection with!!

💎 Whether that connection is strictly platonic has... yet to be determined >;3c

💎 WITH THAT BEING SAID!! This guy has never once participated in a sleepover (hanging out in his sister's room doesn't count), and he's got absolutely no clue what to do ://

💎 Will conduct numerous amounts of research days in advance! And by research, I mean he's binging all his favorite chick flicks and having Krimp take notes aslkdhaljsdl

💎 FR THO!! THIS BOY IS JITTERY AS HELL WHEN THE TIME COMES TO ASK YOU OUT OVER LIKE---!

💎 "Oh heyyyy, (____)! Fancy seeing you here!"

"This... is my house?"

"R-right, right! Obviously! Um, anyway, do you like sleeping?"

"Uh."

"Also, u-uh, totally unrelated but have you ever wondered what the inside of my house looks like?"

💎 Pls just accept his invitation. If he gets any redder he might pop a blood vessel or something

💎 Heaves out the BIGGEST sigh once you say yes. He'll try to play himself off as nonchalant even though he's absolutely ecstatic, but like... the boy is literally vibrating with excitement okay, he's not fooling anyone lol

💎 Once the big day comes and you show up to his house— sorry, MANSION? Prepare yourself cuz he is most definitely giving a tour. From the indoor pool, to the outdoor pool, to the personal studio/production room, to the many walk-in closets, to a room that is literally just one big ball pit, to a heigh-ceiling hallway just lined with photos/painting of him and his sister... he is NOT afraid to show off asdkajsdlkhjf

💎 (Sidenote: don't worry about Velvet potentially intruding on the sleepover. She's agreed to step out for the day on her brother's behalf. Was definitely pretty pissy about having to vacate her own home but eventually relented... but Veneer definitely owes her for her kindness)

💎 Yknow all those cliche sleepover activities people do in movies? Yeah, you guys are doing literally all of them

💎 Such a dumbass <33

💎 NO LIKE ACTUALLY THO?? Krimp made Veneer a list of popular and totally optional things to do at a sleepover and the second he saw it, he was just like "uugh, seems like a lot of work but I GUESS I'll do it 🙄"

💎 You guys are painting your nails matching colors, doing facemasks, messing around with each others' hair— the whole shebang!! And considering this dude is rich as fuck, you just KNOW he's got nothing but all the top-of-the-line products 😤😤. Only the finest for him (and you <33)

💎 LET HIM DO YOUR MAKEUP!! I feel like he really enjoys it as a whole! Like it's probably his favorite part of getting ready for shows or just his day in general, and the only person he's done makeup for is Velvet (tho those instances were VERY rare)... but if you just? Suggest that he does yours for you?? Like just sitting back so he can do his thing, allowing him to call the shots like he rarely ever does???

💎 Literally swooning SO HARD ASLDHKALKJSJDLKJA

💎 Unfortunately the whole thing kinda backfires on him cuz: 1) you're already super cute without makeup, and 2) he knows what he's doing and could easily boost someone's looks with just some eyesliner and the right shade of lipstick

💎 He makes you look hotter, is basically what I'm getting at

💎 He's not sure if he's just done himself a huge favor or screwed himself over for the rest of the night

💎 Considering his crazy wealth and the fact he probably grew up pretty sheltered/spoiled, I doubt this boy knows anything about how a kitchen works lol. Like most of his meals were either made for him by Krimp or served at high-end hoity-toity restaurants with caviar that probably cost more than most organs sell on the black market ://

💎 So yeah, dinner is really gonna come down to you and your skill level

💎 If you know you're away around, CONGRATS!! You've just signed yourself up for cooking lessons with Veneer! And yes, the kitchen WILL end up a mess (but no worries, he'll just make Krimp clean it up). You'll definitely have to take the lead here and he's more than happy to let you do so! Just tell him what spices you need or what utensil to grab, and his ass is on it 🫡 If you wanna teach him how to knead dough or peel certain ingredients?? He won't complain (especially if said activity requires you two to be in close proximity hehe)

💎 Do NOT leave him alone in the kitchen for more than 10 seconds. You'll just return to find him trying to cut strawberries with the dull side of a knife u_u

💎 If you're also total shit in the kitchen?? No worries! Veneer may be living that high life but he's not above ordering takeout lol

💎 Remember those chick flicks I mentioned earlier? Yeah, you two are totally running a marathon of those. If you happen to have any good recs or other movies you happen to like?? He's totally willing to give them a try! Just know that if it's a scary movie… he's gonna be wrapped around you like a koala and screaming into your ear at every jumpscare

💎 He may be talentless but this boy can hit a high note if he feels he's in danger

💎 He may be different from his sister in some ways, but one attribute he shares with her is the fact that he's a TOTAL GOSSIP LIKE?? THIS BOY IS MORE THAN PREPARED TO SPILL THE TEA ON ANY GIVEN OCCASION—

💎 "Oh my gosh, did you HEAR about what happened to Nikki Mirage the other day??"

"No? Wait, who's that again?"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHO--- okay, sit down so I can educate you 😤"

💎 Him and Velvet literally thrive on drama, idk what else to tell you

💎 (he might also spill some tea about his sister... nothing too incriminating, but like, a few embarrassing childhood stories couldn't hurt, right?)

💎 Late night talks are a MUST!! At some point in the night the two of you end up like... nestled under the covers of whatever fort you guys threw together... you're facing each other, heads centimeters apart as you share a pillow... whispering and giggling for no real reason...

💎 Maybe he vents a little about his insecurities and the way Velvet treats him, less like a brother and more like a shadow she can manipulate as she pleases... and maybe you grab his hand under the blanket... yknow, just to comfort him or whatever...

💎 Veneer only ever gets physical affection when he visits his parents, and even then it's just like? The bare minimum?? Pats on the head/shoulder/back, brief hugs, chaste kisses on his cheek— that kinda crap. And it's so tragic cuz this boy is literally the biggest little spoon to ever spoon. Like actually pls just hold him

💎 If he wakes up the next morning to find you laying behind him? Arms wound around his middle?? You face burried against his neck/shoulder blades/top of his head????

💎 He is not moving from that spot even after you wake up too <33

Cannibal, I absolutely ADORE YOU FOR THIS ASK!! LITERALLY SO FUN TO WRITE SAKLJASADKJSD THANK YOU SO MUCH <3333 (was originally gonna split this into two parts but was like, "nah, this ask deserves to be hella long" uwu)

Veneer redemption arc when??

[silver-crowned-riders]

I need to start unfollowing all these criminals and evil teams yall are IDIOTS!

Except us. We're the ones who get it ^_^

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Yo that guy doesn't have running shoes let's fucking kill him

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Guyssss Giovanni in that new released court footage... someone help me... 🧎💘💔🚑

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WINKING AT THE FUCKING JURY????? SIR

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I KNOW he's saving a luxury ball just for me

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None of these words are in the pokedex :(

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Hi guys I'm Timmy this is my intro post! I'm 10 and love video games. Team Plasma took me in when I was 6 and I haven't seen my family in years but I'm NOT brainwashed!!! I'm not!!!!! My Pokemon are my lvl 11 Tepig and my lvl 30 Rotom assigned to me that keeps a lookout on me :)

#intro post #team plasma #sonic the sandshrew

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Guys can we stop like having evil team leaders try to employ actual literal children. Like how are these kids on Rotomblr in the first place??

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Okay I'm sick of seeing this post on my dash. The trainer's journey starts at 10 obviously these people can make their own decisions 🙄🙄🙄 you are the same people going on about Team Rocket letting teenagers become murderers its NOT A BIG DEALLL. Evil teams these days are so straight laced it's insane.

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All of you are wrong I joined an evil team on Club Penguin when I was 9 and I swear whatever kid was running that was a bigger menace than Ghetsis. Leave them alone n they'll accomplish more than Giovanni did

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Friendly reminder since this is making rounds again that the first two ppl here ended up being Faba sock puppet accounts. Because it's always Faba. It's always fucking Faba.

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50,000 Pokedollars

#top reward posts #evaluated posts #trainers journey discourse #no arguments in the notes please arc I already had to deal with that on the last aq*a m*gma post for weeks

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[villainbait]

Sins of the Shrine - Chapter Two

Pairing: Heian!Sukuna x Reader

Rating: R

Word count: 2k

AO3 LINK

Chapter Warnings: heian period brutality, light body horror, thriller, curses do exist, sexual themes, eventually, torture, threats, graphic depictions of blood, ryomen sukuna is his own warning, pre-transformation sukuna, potential manga spoilers

Summary:

The other miko had whispered of a shrine that separated the clearing of your own but you had forgotten their warning. It was very important, but you had forgotten it. A hushed warning about a demon that dwelled there, his cursed energy so thick it could choke you to death just by being in his presence- that's if you survived long enough for that to be your fate. Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you. -Agustin Gomez-Arcos

prologue ↠ i. ↠ ii.

You imagine most people’s first question upon meeting a deity are usually things like, ‘Are you here to kill me?’ or ‘Please, will you save my dying family?’ but you find yourself burning with a different question entirely. “Why are you wearing a woman’s kimono?” 

However, a question like that would certainly get you killed, so you of course do not ask it of the great Ryomen Sukuna, strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the realm and rumored deity. Oh, but you want to and you bite your tongue hard to refrain from asking something that could offend him. Yet despite the obviously gendered garb, it didn’t look ridiculous on him as it would many other men. He still cut an imposing figure despite the clash of styles, and he stood with one arm tucked into the slit of it to rest casually.

Instead, you stupidly blurt out a paltry excuse for a greeting that would have your extremely decorous father in absolute shambles had he heard it. 

“Oh, uhm, wow.” 

Sukuna continues to hover over you and you just simply do not move to greet him in any appropriate fashion, resigned to whatever fate he decides to bestow upon you. You weren’t even sure you could move when your legs still felt like those strange wiggly meat jellies you sometimes saw your father eating at the dinner table. When you don’t elaborate, his eyes narrow and it’s on the bleeding tip of your tongue to apologize when he chases away the silence with his question. 

“Do I scare you?” His manner of speech is a confusing mixture of rough and refined, his tone that of the aristocracy but the harsh words of a commoner. You take his question with every ounce of seriousness your body possesses though and take the time granted to you to study him. He certainly looks vaguely monstrous, his double set of eyes a ruby red so violent it makes you shiver. Yet, his unique carnation pink hair softens the harshness of his appearance and the beautiful markings on his face make your fingers ache to trace the unique pattern, wondering what the texture of ink on his skin would feel like. You’d never seen tattoos before though you had heard in the many years of eavesdropping on your servants that criminals and other unsavory types were branded similarly for all to see. Was his a mark of his misdeeds or something more symbolic? 

More of them peeked out from where his kimono had partially fallen open and it makes you want to know where else he had them. The thought was far too inappropriate and you flushed, hoping he wasn’t really a god and couldn’t read your impure thoughts. Your eyes dart back to his own and you realize he’s still waiting for your answer. 

What a patient god he was.

“You’re beautiful, actually.” Your genuinely awestruck reply doesn’t answer his question at all and you realize what you’ve said too late. Oh, that mouth of yours is going to get you killed absolutely for sure and you brace yourself for the mortal blow that never comes. In your cowardice, you had closed your eyes tightly against this particular death, unwilling to watch your guts be splattered across the lawn along with the disgusting curse next to you. After a moment, the realization sinks in that you were still alive and you risk a peek at the enigmatic sorcerer. It’s astonishing to you to find Sukuna looking positively stunned by your words and you wonder if no one had ever called him beautiful before. It would not occur to you until much later that it wasn’t that no one had ever commented upon this vision of a man, it’s that they never lived long enough after seeing it. 

He breaks your gaze first as the loud crack of a bone between teeth punctuates the otherwise quiet evening. Your gaze is drawn to see what he was staring at and find your dogs have made an absolute mess of the perfectly manicured temple lawn. The silence eats away at you the longer it hangs between the two of you and you realize you have grown accustomed to the general nattering of your shrine mates over the past moon cycle. A question suddenly tumbles tentatively from your lips if for no other reason than to confirm that you were, in fact, staring death in the face; his form a beautifully frightening man.

“I’m not mistaken to believe you’re Ryomen Sukuna, am I?” You ask faintly and his lips quirk up into a smirk in response while he continues to watch the dogs with idle interest. Your question granted you another few moments to live, but that’s if your heart didn’t give out first with how frantically it rattled around in your chest. It threatened to stop entirely when he replied, “So you do know who I am, and yet you don’t greet me properly.” 

Fair point. 

You thought about making the excuse of how your legs still felt too wobbly to move, but you had an inkling any excuse at all would be grounds for your immediate departure from life. 

“I’ve never met a god before so I’m not sure how one greets such a being.”  “Maybe you should try.” His voice lowered and his cursed energy sparks along your exposed skin like a threat. You scramble to your knees to bow low in the mockery of a formal greeting, relieved you didn’t fall face first into the grass and embarrass yourself further. The slight rustling of cloth has you lifting your head to find Sukuna crouching in front of you and you realize how close he is. He cups your chin between two clawed fingers and pulls your face inches from his to scrutinize you with an unreadable expression, his thumb nail pricking the soft flesh of your cheek. You fight the urge to jerk away from his grip, but being this close to him is agony. The desire to touch the markings on his face is unbearable but so is the smothering weight of his cursed energy. 

It makes you squirm and you want to tell him to stop but he has commanded you to do something for him. You don’t deny a demand from Ryomen Sukuna and live. Instead, you couldn’t take it anymore and you push back at his energy with your own until it doesn’t feel as biting; but not so much as to be perceived as a threat. His eyes widen imperceptibly at your resistance and you notice it this close to him, wondering just what it was you had done for him to look at you like that. It was on the tip of your tongue to ask when the loud, sickening sound of the dogs eating made it impossible for you to be courteous and you sigh heavily, abandoning the futile attempt at any courtly civility. Both of you glance to the side simultaneously at the noise and you can’t help but wince at the gruesome sight. 

“I’m sorry for that. They have terrible table manners.” You spoke in a low tone and he waves you off nonchalantly with his free hand.

“I’ve made worse messes here.” He mistakes your stricken expression for continued worry and offers a type of platitude he normally reserves for Uraume alone. “The rains will take care of it, it’s whatever.” 

Sukuna realizes he is still holding your face hostage and releases you abruptly. You bounce to your feet quickly, stuttering back a few steps to catch your breath and put some distance between the two of you; for what good that would do. One way or another you were certain Ryomen Sukuna was going to be the death of you.

“...Oh.” You stand there awkwardly and unsure of what’s going to happen next, your gaze alternating between staring at Sukuna and the sky. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay and you don’t take it personally because why would this great sorcerer be concerned over the well-being of one little mortal. Both of you soundlessly watch the demon dogs in silence eat the rest of the curse before trotting back over. His crimson eyes follow the dogs closely as they melt into your faint shadow cast by the moonlight and only turns that gaze back to you when they’ve disappeared completely. 

“What’s your cursed technique?” He asks and you can tell he’s curious. You only wish you had more to say to satiate it. 

“You know, I don't really understand it. The dogs just came to me one day when I was a child and decided they wished to live in my shadow.” You look over to find his attention on you and you shrug nonchalantly. “So I let them.” 

Interesting. Your voice reminds Sukuna of Uraume and it doesn’t annoy him, though you talk a little too much for his taste. It unnerves him that he's not annoyed, but he allows his curiosity free reign. 

“Are you from the shrine nearby? Did you get lost?” 

“...How did you know?” 

The narrowing of his eyes as they sweep down your body make you follow his line of sight and you laugh weakly. “Right, how silly of me. Yes, I recently came here after receiving formal training, but it’s not like I had much of a choice.” You sigh in quiet resignation, staring at the sky as a particularly bright star distracts you. You were growing more comfortable in his suffocating presence by the minute. “I don’t like it there.” 

“Stay here if you want then, I don’t care.” He paused and you noticed a suddenly strange expression on his face before he schooled it. Clearly done with the conversation, he suddenly turns to leave and his parting words float over his shoulder. “You can find your way back on your own, can’t you?” 

You nod quickly and turn to head back through the torii in which you arrived but pause as you remember the etiquette that at times had been quite literally beaten into you, swiveling in a rush of cloth. The untimely arrival of Uraume was unfortunate as your voice cracks loudly in the darkness and the white-haired attendant’s eyes widen with shock at the utterly disrespectful display towards their master. 

“Sukuna!” 

He half-turns to look at you and for the second time that night he is struck momentarily speechless, this time by how lovely you look caressed by the gentle illumination of the waning moonlight. The soft, trusting smile you offered to him was so devastating that he almost missed your simple but heartfelt words. 

“Thank you!” 

Your graceful bow was the result of an art perfected, but you straightened and turned to find a white-haired gender cryptid frowning at you with a basket full of plants in their arms. It surprises you and recognition flares as you remember them being in the forest earlier when you were being chased and how they hadn’t bothered to help you. The two of you stare at one another for a moment longer before you scamper past them and make your way back to the shrine to gather your things. 

Uraume traipses after Sukuna and it was burning into their mind to ask, but as they open their mouth the sorcerer cuts them off. 

“Don’t ask.” 

“Forgive my impertinence, but is it wise?” Uraume asks anyway and risks the ire of their master, though the rest of their sentence remains unsaid. However, the implication was clear that Sukuna’s attendant didn’t approve.

He grunted in response as they made their way inside the temple, too caught up in his own thoughts of the peculiar human that was you to bother answering Uraume. Sukuna didn’t usually question himself but for once, he wasn’t sure what the hell he had done that for either. 

Stay here if you want then, I don’t care. The words had come out of his mouth and Sukuna wondered for a moment if he had been possessed by something other than his own cursed life to offer this slip of a girl a place in his home. Granted, he did find her cursed technique interesting, but interesting enough to give her permission to stay? 

Well, he could always get rid of her if she became too much of a nuisance.

A/N: Thank you for reading chapter two. I hope you enjoyed Sukuna's appearance finally and I'm sorry it took so long but I wanted to properly set the story up. Please look forward to more. ♥

prologue ↠ i. ↠ ii.

[pumpkinsy0]

We need us some cowboy pony au hcs 😛🫶

yknow what i was focusing more on the shepards for this au but this is a great opportunity to focus more on pony and the gang😭😭

•the curtis bros’ guns r from their dad, all 3 of em have a different gun that they etched stuff on so they know its theirs

•instead of the gang being one big happy family before their parents died, it only happened after, the curtis parents didnt meet ANY of the gang</33. INSTEAD its like they travel, find someone and boom theyre in the gang!! in the order of who joined first, it was steve and johnny, then two, then dally!!

•the curtis bros turned into criminals bc their parents died and they couldnt afford to live in their house so they were kicked out and now theyre robbing for money!!! but theyre known for being more “gentlemanly” about it and thats how word started spreading about them

•angela is quite literally THEE only girl they got w em, everyone is protective of her in one way or another, especially cause hey, its the south and shes black, gotta look out for her🙏🏽

•pony somewhat romanticizes???? curly in his stories where he was talking about him fighting on ships, w all the sword fighting n what not

•ponys aim is REALLY good, its the best in the gang actually!! the gang will always make him shoot bottles n stuff as entertainment, during hunts for food pony has to go w em

•everyone in the curtis gang has their nickname when their off robbing, none of the public know their names (well they only knows dallys real name he made sure loud n clear that ppl knew his name)

•curly has to borrow a LOT of the gangs clothes until they find him some, tim also needs to but his main focus is curly when it comes to sharing that

•pony and curly have a game where they try to throw ponys lasso onto the other to cath them and then they pull em in, MAYYYYbe kiss a lil when they rope them in, at some point they stopped trying hard to get caught

•curly does the thing where he takes ponys hat to cover their face and kiss, if they get caught they just saw they were telling secrets

•the shepards arent part of their gang btw!! yes theyre w them but rlly its just for right now, at some point tim wants to go and live his own life w angela and curly to start their own life, or gang, or whatever else pops up, think of em as honorary members!!!

•let them share songs from their gang!! curly teaches pony pirate jingles and pony teaches curly songs his gang just came up w for funsies

•ik they all fought over where the shepards were sleeping when they first arrived, but they all agreed that pony gotta give up his tent and sleep w soda to give it to em

•there rlly is no hierarchy amongst the curtis gang, they all just do what they do and some r more important to some situations than others!! took a while for the shepards to find out what they can do, but so far fishing has been their strong suit, plus they introduced the gang to different foods and lord knows the curtis gang wanted that omg if they had soup or beans one more time they would kill themselves

•curlys not allowed onto most robberies, like i said before curly yearnnssss to b back in action and fighting, and that could get them in unnecessary trouble, plus tims whole reason of y they moved to the us was to get away from fighting. they brought him along once and they didnt like how it played out, so most likely, never again!!!

[crguang]

violinist au kafka hit the second tower. but actually she's so annoying😭 she needs to shut up atp. but this actually driving me crazy. like the monday after the friday bus ride...her driving by that store a couple times a week just to see r in the window, she's awful. love serval just lying to r so they'd see each other again, loved that, but she didn't know how much kafka sucks. also blade driving, is he actively suicidal in this au still? honestly i feel like blade would be a bad driver, but on purpose, and kafka doesn't seem like the type to drive if there's someone else to do it. her annoying r on purpose and comparing them to when they were both teenagers was great, esp with the contrast after she makes her cry. also her smiling perpetually as part of her mask is also very interesting to me, but i did love this part bc kafka would def come off as a rich asshole if she wasn't a criminal already. and her just like staring in disbelief when she made r cry like it's literally not her fault. she's so good at hiding her emotions too, ugh. and her giving her card too, is she even real. (she is unfortunately not.) the angst is killing me, but in the good way, (how many rereads is between me and my history). this au is amazing.

btw forgot to mention ur so right, folklore is the album for this au. personally seven was never one of my faves, but it fits so well with this au, yea. would have more thoughts but I'm about to fall asleep.

very glad I have this week off uni tho, (thanksgiving) very not looking forward to seeing my relatives and I'm applying to a writing program, but instead I'm yapping about kafka, so really great productivity coming from me. I also got an arcane s2 spoiler abt one of the favs as soon as I opened tumblr, I literally blocked all the arcane tags, fml hate being on the internet sometimes. I have to wait to watch it bc my friend is driving 3 hours for a visit and we're watching it together.

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HEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE UR COMMENTSSS kafka’s so obvious but especially to blade since hes the one driving her around lmfao. hes still suicidal otherwise a big part of his character would be missing i feel like, kafka’s just the bravest😭😭😭 he’d never crash the car with her in it… maybe. i think hes a good driver he just has to fight demons every day. k def can come off as a snob sometimes but thats because of the way she dresses and her confidence + her picky tastes 😭 if i saw her in the streets i personally would just think thats a sexy rich lady but maybe im biased. i’d say she looks nice tho bc of her constant smile. she came in that store with a mission and got bamboozled by the consequences of her actions like shes too funny fr. making r cry then giving them her business card shes actually crazy hdhfnfmf there is so much lore to this au im only writing the parts that make me go insane but like the whole thing is just so great, i havent had a story obsess me like this in a while and the best part is that im making it up so i can add whatever i want 😋 even started a pinterest board first them… like we’re really deep in this

hope thanksgiving isnt too tedious but at least youre free of uni for a week and u can sleep as much as u like !! i havent watched arcane yet either, i might do it when i get home but im also pretty tired so we’ll see. hope u and ur friend have fun tho

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

okay uhh as a silence of the lambs fan i have some stuff to say abt silence of the lambs and red dragon (the book that silence of the lambs is a sequel to). this is specifically abt the books and not the movies because although the movie also has a "btw this author is not transphobic" disclaimer a lot of it was cut for the movie and when you look at the stuff in the book its more obvious why that disclaimer doesnt wash harris' hands of any transphobia that the story perpetuates. i read my library's copies of the books a couple times but dont have them with me so this is jus from my memory of how they went so. sorry if i get stuff wrong i jus kinda wanted to get these thoughts out. if you happen to have the book handy feel free to correct me on any details i get wrong

obviously buffalo bill is a grotesque transphobic caricature. you can tell that it occurred to thomas harris while writing that he came up with the idea of "evil serial killer skins women because he wants to become one!!" first and then after doing some basic research on transsexualism thought "ah some ppl might come away from this thinking (that i think) that all transsexuals are perverted monsters" and decided to remedy this by adding a psychiatrist character who works at a trans clinic and is a staunch protector of the rights and privacy of his patients. this gets in the way of jack crawford's investigation, who after being a complicated character in red dragon is now almost a one dimensional hero character. the psychiatrist and crawford eventually compromise on the basis that buffalo bill isn't a real transsexual (because if he was, than that would make transsexuals look bad). the reasoning (according to both harris and the psychiatrist character) that buffalo bill isn't a real transsexual is because he was denied treatment. if i remember correctly the reason buffalo bill was denied treatment was because he had a criminal record (?) but whatever the reason we're obviously meant to side with the point of compromise that crawford and the psychiatrist come to, that real transsexuals are "harmless and passive" people we should have compassion for and shouldnt be afraid of, and fake transsexuals are perverted monsters, and we can trust psychiatrist to differentiate real transsexuals from fake transsexuals.

this is the most sympathetic possible stance on transgender people that someone could take from silence of the lambs. but in reality, obviously a lot of people are not going to go out of their way to find out that thomas harris said that buffalo bill wasn't a "real transsexual", and are just going to come away from the story thinking that the psychiatrist was just a bureaucratic nuisance to our hero jack crawford whos trying to stop the crazed evil transsexual. since buffalo bill is the only person resembling a trans person that we see, thats the version people are going to remember. if clarice starling was transgender too, for example, itd be a lot easier to defend the idea that harris' writing isn't perpetuating transphobia because the audience would be sympathetic toward clarice starling, and since so much of a story with clarice starling as a cis woman is focused on her struggling against misogyny within the fbi, making her a trans woman would've made this a story about her struggling against transmisogyny, and that wouldve been the primary view of trans women that the audience would've walked away with: as hardworkers, as heroines and protagonists, and as victims of systemic misogyny. the "positive" view of transsexuals as "harmless and passive" would've gone along with the conflict that clarice starling already deals with, that shes weak and passive and incapable of doing her job at best, and dangerous and harmful at worst.

i dont want a silence of the lambs remake where clarice starling is transgender, i'm just saying that when you compare it to red dragon (the book where will graham is the detective), it actually becomes very telling that she isnt. in red dragon, the killer is written with a lot more sympathy than buffalo bill is written with in silence of the lambs, and instead of (not) being a transsexual, the killer in red dragon has a facial deformity. we hear about his childhood, how his mother abandoned him because of his deformity, how he was an continues to be mistreated by others. there's even a point in the story where the audience is rooting for him to reform, as he's actively fighting against the part of himself that wants to hurt people. he becomes ashamed of this part of himself and tries to repress it, but is ultimately unsuccessful.

this is all to say that my idea that silence of the lambs wouldn't have been such an egregious example of media perpetuating transphobic attitudes if clarice starling was transgender (and if buffalo bill was portrayed more sympathetically like the killer in red dragon) doesnt come from nowhere. because by the end of red dragon, will graham now has an acquired facial deformity. in red dragon, we're made to believe that a major reason if not the only reason the killer became who he is is because of society's mistreatment of people who have facial deformities. the depiction isn't perfect, but i think that there's almost no chance a person would come away from red dragon thinking that people with facial deformities are dangerous monsters. we've seen them as victims of bullying, as victims of child abuse, as people capable of falling in love, and, by the end, as our hero and protagonist who we've been rooting for for the entire duration of the story.

from red dragon to silence of the lambs we can see thomas harris have less sympathy to minorities who are made into villains by society, and more sympathy for the cops that arrest them. silence of the lambs just comes with the added lukewarm feminist take of "hey look! those cops can be women, too!". in red dragon, the police end up having zero net positive impact on the case whatsoever. we're looking at the story through the eyes of will graham, but he's explicity not fbi, and his precense in the story is him explcitiy being mistreated by the fbi to further jack crawford's means. will graham is there because crawford has managed to convince him that if he doesn't cooporate with the police, he'll be letting people die, but by the end of the story, the only thing will graham's presence in the fbi has contributed is the death of a reporter, and the endangering of will graham and his family. the difference in portrayal of the police in red dragon compared to silence of the lambs is stark. in silence of the lambs, the police do save people, but those who are uncooperative with the police almost prevent them from doing so. in silence of the lambs our pov detective is a policewoman, in red dragon our detective is a victim of the police, struggling with mental and physical health issues as a result of his time with them.

there's also something to be said about how the books only get worse in quality and more hateful of minorities and more in favor of cops from there, but i think thats kinda all i wanna say for now

[person4924]

new about me

my name is sam !! thats basically all u need to know but theres (a lot) more under the cut!! i also have a strawpage that has some basic info (idrk how it works if im being honest tho)

last updated: august 5

i’m sapphic of some sort and ace

u can use any pronouns but they is usually the best !! (this is my pronouns page)

i’m neurodivergent of some sort (i don’t even know anymore)

a minor (don’t be weird)

my personality type is INFP-T

my theme will change like weekly prob bc i wanna change it with every new huperfxation i have!!

things i like (the things bolder r what i talk about the most)

harry potter (fuck jkr)

marvel

the marauders

boy meets world

it

osemanverse

paper girls

teen wolf

owl house

shameless

glee

stranger things

friends

andi mack

the last of us (i’ve only watched the show tho, but i know most of what happens in the games)

riordanverse

musicals

poetry

reading

cats

animals

fictional characters

music

movies

tv shows

art

writing

women

sitcoms

brooklyn nine nine

new girl

hamilton

grishaverse

stand up comedians

ocean animals (specifically sharks)

community

moths (and just kinda winged bugs in general)

greek mythology

dawsons creek

bojack horseman

halloween

the sky (like stars, the moon, the sunset, etc)

jelly fish

criminal minds

animals

ted lasso

scooby doo (the older movies from the 2000’s ish specifically but all of it too)

everything sucks!

the sun bearer trials

atypical

octonauts

spencer reid

bo burnham

dead boy detectives

will and grace

90’s movies

my fav movies are tick tick boom, my girl, dead poets society, breakfast club, the outsiders, hamilton, stand by me, cmbyn, lady bird, beautiful boy, luca, nimona, (500) days of summer, empire records, etc. i have a lot but this is just the first few i think of

musicals i like are hamilton, tick tick boom and the greatest showman

my fav taylor albums are folklore, evermore, reputation, 1989, ttpd and speak now but i love all of them really (please please ask me abt them omg)

my current hyper fixation is the marauders (more of a life-long obsession atp) and solangelo

i’m currently reading nothing !! i just cannot

my fav music people (i’m really just giving a short list of many): conan gray, cavetown, current joys, queen, rainbow kitten surprise, the front bottoms, harry styles, noah kahan, taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, the fray, coldplay, olivia rodrigo, billie eilish, boygenius, gracie abrams, sufjan stevens, maya hawke, the smiths, lucy dacus, julien baker, the smiths, sleeping at last, mitski, bo burnham, chappell roan, lorde, the revivalists, hozier, the head and the heart, mumford and sons, the revivalists, adrianne lender

i mostly post about whatever hyperfixation and/or character/person/ship has overtaken my brain, music and analysis things

i appreciate tone tags and i try to use them as much as possible

i’m always looking to talk to more people and i’m always bored (don’t be weird istg)

my fav books are any alice oseman book, the outsiders, the perks of being a wallflower, i fell in love with hope

child of athena (i think, idk how to actually figure it out)

i’m probably a reggie kin?? but it also changes with my varying mental state so i just say i’m marauders soup

biggest pandalily shipper you’ll find

i love love love making character analysis’ or song or movie or tv show or books or ships or whatever

i also write sometimes!! (i suck ass)

and i’m person4924 on ao3 but i can’t figure out how to link it

this is my spotify (my character playlists are my pride and joy and reason for living. i also have the best music taste you will ever encounter.)

this is my discord

this is my airbuds idk if anyone actually uses it but i thought it’d be fun to share music with mooties

please please please send me asks i have no hobbies and one friend and im always bored please please please (im on my hands and knees begging please please please (@iluvmultipleppl needs it to be known im only on my knees for them /j (they called me a whore and told me to fix it 😔)))

i have a tagging system!! idk how much ill remember to use it but yeah!! (its also new so only my new posts will have them) #sam shut the fuck up -> any original posts that don’t fit in any of the other tags #asks!!! -> asks #crazy? i was crazy once -> just any kinda longer fandom rants that i think are important sam sings :O -> lyric/music rants!!

[bg3-chaos]

OH MY GOD. Tra’ask just beat the game and we ended up with Gale. Full game spoiler warning for BG3.

It was my first time doing Lae’zel’s full quest and freeing Orpheus and I have a hell of a lot to say.

1. I was an Emperor defender. I am no longer an Emperor defender. What do you mean, he JOINS THE ABSOLUTE if you free Orpheus? Seriously? I can maybe understand not wanting to work with us anymore and/or being hurt, but to do an entire 180 for no reason and all of a sudden he’s on the side of the thing he’s been running from for (presumably) years??? That’s objectively dumb. That is my biggest complaint with BG3. There can be shades of gray, Larian. There CAN be two right answers. You didn’t have to entirely demonize the Emperor-demonize BALDURAN-in order to make freeing the Prince of the Comet a more appealing option. He’s already presented as the ‘right option.’ You could easily make TE just… actually morally gray. Manipulative, but goals ultimately aligned with yours.

2. Goddamn Lae’zel’s arc. I didn’t believe it when people said she was a character. She’s so good. My one complaint is that she had the gith egg the entire time, which is apparently supposed to give a bit of dialogue in the epilogue, and I got none of it. I just got nasty comments from every gith who noticed. But she’s the CORRECT way to do a character 180. Give hints that there’s something under the surface, throw in a massive viewpoint change, and let them shift naturally.

3. Gale. Oh my god Gale. He’s so goddamn precious. I love him. I LOVE HIM. I need a man like that right now. I’m not even into guys most of the time but holy shit I’d let him do whatever he wants to me. His voice is so fucking pretty and his H A I R and oh my god.

4. Karlach went illithid, and… uh. I think it’s actually the best ending she’s had for me so far? I went with her + Wyll to Avernus-and that wasn’t terrible-in two, then I let her die which was awful, but this was… an actual happy ending? Sort of? I mean, sucks that she’s a mind flayer now, but she seems genuinely happy. It’s not a bad but hopefully ending like the return to Avernus (where MAYBE they’ve found something to help her engine but we have zero confirmation that it happens), it’s an ending where she stays alive, enjoys her life, and has a purpose. And honestly I adore that she wasn’t even willing to feed on criminals or anything and ONLY acts as essentially euthanasia (is that still the correct term when it’s for humans/humanoids?), that’s so in-character it almost hurts.

I love this game.

[mr-magoriums-im-sorry-emporium]

yo hi your shawn spencer having aspd take is awesome, been looking for a 'popular' character that displays aspd better than dexter. if you ever wanna give more elaboration / possibly infodumping i will be in the audience standing and clapping

u sly dog u got my monolouging.... AIGHT HERE GOES!!

so i forgottt if i said so in the og post but i think henry ALSO has aspd and thats where shawn got it from, but to elaborate: i think that's why henry became a cop

FIRST OFF: wrt cops, i am operating on TV SHOW LOGIC, not real life logic. tv show cops and irl cops are VASTLY different in the kinds of morals each set has. rl cops are deeply unethical but in the world henry spencer inhabits, this is largely not the case. since he's In There and not Out Here, i go with the show's portrayal of cops and their morals and values, instead of real life's. everything i say about cops from here on is about the show's cops, aight? aight lets go

SO the thing about having aspd and knowing on some level that you have it and somethings Different about you is that at some point you HAVE to learn How To Live In A Society Without Immidiatley Getting Ostracized. a common tactic for this is to somehow aquire a set of morals and then just Do That. it's what i personally did, and a lot of those morals came feom whatever community i was in. i liked being here, they had some set of morals, and i just adopted those and treated it as truth. over the years this process has become a lot more refined but generally my morals align with the community i find myself in- namely, queer leftists. so a LOT of my moral beliefs come with interacting with queer leftists at length (because, since i was queer, and thus interacted w a lot of leftists) and going "yeah, that makes sense, this is now a moral standard for me"

so tldnr you need to find a community with some moral tenants that you generally agree with and also like, which sounds like a no brainer but its like. a bit different yk? for me PERSONALLY there really isnt much of an internal set of checks and balances that make me agree w my morals under all costs and i can like. turn it off if i need to

but back to the spencers: being a cop is really good for this. the moral set is easy- you're a cop. you care a lot about The Law. ergo your morals are just... the laws are good and breaking tbem is bad. short and simple and to the point

additionally, being a cop means you get to engage in risk taking behavior and get PAID for it! people dont think youre a crazy reckless thrill seeker, they think you're a HERO! and who needs remorse when you're dealing with criminals? you dont NEED to feel bad about power tripping or intimidating them, its totally fine. its fine. its fine

also relationship issues- henry's divorced, that's not uncommon for pwaspd in relationships. sometimes its poorly managed and/or they wont change and even if theyre stable enough not to be dangerous or abusive, it could be an unpleasant experience for a lot of different reasons- arguments being a massive problem when they happen (the remorse thing- good luck actually getting an apology outta them), worry over the risky behavior being met with flippiance, general lack of emotional vunerability. stuff like that

all this btw is based off my real relationship struggles between me and my fiance who does NOT have aspd (we r like... total opposites its so funny. top 10 funniest matchups of all time)

back to shawn. he is a lot like his father in many ways but the main reason i thought he had aspd is just... he treats EVERYTHING with flippiance and sarcasm. even when hes locking in and being serious, there's still an underlying feeling that he's Just Having Fun With This, no matter the situation. which, this isnt like an official criterion or whatever, but like... i know a LOT of guys with aspd. most of them talk like this. there's always a sense of emotional detachment from most things, because there is one, because they have aspd. i jokingly call this the "sociopath lilt" because theres also that sort of, up-and-down inflection (that shawn has!) that comes with it. its so funny it just makes other pwaspd instantly clockable to me. get thin sliced loser

but once i started thinking about it, more things add up... he's CALLED OUT on his risk taking behavior and flippiance towards serious subject matter IN THE SHOW! he's had a ton of jobs and while i can't prove why he kept leaving them, aspd and having a job... don't mix well. i keep getting fired because i keep beefing w my manager, and i can see the same thing happening to shawn, or maybe he broke a rule one too many times, or got caught in a restricted area, or broke something thru carelessness

and it IS played for comedy but he very often tends to not respect the wishes and autonomy of the people he interacts with, ESPECIALLY gus. he cares naught for anything gus has going on with his job and wether or not he'll get in trouble if he leaves early or does whatever scheme shawn cooked up, and generally sort of treats him not very kindly a lot- which isnt to say their friendship is BAD, its just a pattern of behavior yk?

thats all i can think of off the top of my head rn, but yeah imo shawn is a very realistic take on a guy with aspd whos just like. a regular guy with a mental illness thats to some degree managed, some degree not. very "adhd kid went thru some shit and developed aspd" coded (theres a link; if you abuse a kid with adhd theres a HUGE chance theyll develop conduct disorder and later aspd) (also i guess "some shit" for shawn was the divorce and also being raised by a guy with aspd and being influenced by how he thought a lot)

he's not like, dangerous or abusive or anything, he just has his quirks that can cause problems for him or give the people close to him grief, but its kind of like... an affectionate sort of grief, yk?he just reminds me of myself in a lot of ways. and i like that even in a hc theres SOME character out there that isnt like, a serial killer. imagine having a mental illness and all the characters with it are evil. like yeah theyre cool characters but can i have SOMETHING else for once PLEASE

also lassie has npd send tweet

[weenwrites]

Haii if possible I would like to request any of the autobots or who ever you feeling- finding a feral child in the wilderness and they decide to keep it and it raise for themselves, like they were in the forest finding supplies/for whatever reason And they just see this feral looking child with a pack of mutts and it's not acting normal like its running on all fours barking, growling etc. And the bots are like ermmm that's definitely not normal we should return it to the humans or something they try catching it they struggle in doing so when they finally do. I would like to think they attach themselves to that said child and r like mmmmm nvm I'm raising this thing instead. Perhaps the child grows up and accurately mimics the bots vocal ranges n stuff possibly copying said attributes from the bots. Idk fun concept and idea I hope u didn't mind my rambling

(Sometimes a family can be a group of giant robot war criminals, 3 kids, and a feral gremlin of a kid they plucked out of the forest. )

Optimus would be the one to firmly state that they won't be keeping the child they found out in the forest, and that they'll only watch after the child long enough for Fowler to come over and pick the kid up. Since he's pretty busy most of the time, he takes the longest to warm up because he doesn't actually get much time to spend around them. But when he does get the time, he'll sometimes be the one that reads them bedtime stories. The timbre of his voice can sound pretty soothing at times, so he's pretty good at lulling them to sleep.

Magnus agrees with Optimus. No-one on this team is qualified to be a human parent nor do they have any experience, so he's firmly against keeping the kid at first. He doesn't even consider the possibility that he's going to grow attached to them, he just keeps thinking about how loud, messy, and unruly they are, and little does he know that he begins to find their antics even the slightest bit amusing until it's too late. When he grows attached to them—and he'll never admit it—he often takes them out for walks to tire them out so they won't be as loud or energetic back at base. And more often than not, Magnus frequently complains about how the kid keeps running off. Miko then introduces him to child leashes. And now everyone's joking about "it's your turn to go walk the kid."

Smokescreen would honestly find the kid's behavior funny at first—admittedly a bit weird, but still funny. He'd ask Raf if this was how humans acted when they first roamed the Earth. He'd try to get the kid to stand up and walk around on 2 legs, but when communicating with them is an extremely difficult task already, you can guess how well that turned out. But when he finds out they can mimic cybertronian words pretty well, he's immediately repeating words to them to try and get them to repeat it. It's like he's got his own talking parrot, but instead it's a human.