#and all they do is applaud me for screaming into the void

[alvodra]

Stop just liking posts. Yeah, some posts get a like because you wanna save them. Some are getting only a vote because you want to find them again but don't want them on your blog.

But for the love of this website, stop doing that to my fandom posts. I'd prefer people not reacting to my posts at all over going to my notes and seeing two or three utterly useless likes and no reblogs. If it were one person, fine. But no, every damn time I post anything fandom related two or three random people find it via the tag within the first hour, leave a like and that's it. Nobody else finds these posts. This is not Instagram. Likes do not mean "great post" here. Leave me alone with those useless hearts if you're not gonna reblog afterwards.

[anonymouscheeses]

Obvious shit I noticed part 3 (spoilers for welcome to heaven)

Look at her! "Teehee"

Also she's nervous! Foreshadowing omg 🤯

STICKERS! Two pride stickers and a cute donut. Gives me an idea to draw Chaggie at a donut shop while everything is burning down <3 (I'll probably do it but if any artist wants to as well go ahead!)

*CHOKES ON COFFEE* I LOVE THEM. I'M SORRY I GET SO GIDDY WHEN THEY HAVE EVEN THE SMALLEST INTERACTION BUT UGHHH I NEED MORE, IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH 🙏🙏

KISSY! MWA! *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*

Vivzie give me more, moar now. MOAR

DAMN. SHE CAN THROW- or maybe it just exaggerates the perspective in this frame but still- ZAMNNN

Cherri x Sir Pentious fans RISE UP.

I wasn't ever really a fan of it myself but I always thought it was CUTE. Like 3 seconds before this part I was already begging for them to kiss 😭

More foreshadowing!

AAAAAA CREEPY BIRD THINGS!!!

Oh wait- Sera's hot and Emily's already adorable

If heaven don't look like what this is in the show, I DONT WANT IT! (THATS A JOKE PLEASE DON'T SMITE ME)

JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND VAGGIE!! Can I just say how much I love Vaggie's face expressions? Not just here but like all the time. She's just made to be so exaggerated, out of all of them I thought it would be Charlie who would have the most dramatic faces but Vaggie wins it for me. I JUST GIGGLE SO HARD WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE THIS BAHAHAH

Okay yeah. It's very obvious now. Vaggie is definitely an ex-exterminator. They don't close in on Charlie here so it's made to subtly nudge the attention to Vaggie. HOW DID THEY IMMEDIATELY NOTICE IT WAS HER THO??

Hot-

That's it.

SHARE THAT MOTHUSSY GIRL-

YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE GREW OUT ALL OF THAT HAIR?!? YEAH ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THEN BUT STILL AJJSJD.

But overall the design is pretty meh. I always loved the idea of short hair Vaggie and even have seen art of it but it's just yknow, alright. Reminds me of Cassandra from Tangled: the series. IM LISTENING TO ONE OF THE SONGS RIGHT NOW HELPPP

THIS SCENE HERE! WOOOOO! SO GLAD WE KNOW WHEN AND WHERE THEY FIRST MET!! Wish we got it extended tho. And also probably push it to next episode so it would have a better impact(atleast I think thats when they'll have the duet). BUT WHATEVER SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING! or uh whatever

Vaggie must've been a bit terrified at first. The only sinner she ever sent mercy to was a child. Then to see someone who to her is an adult sinner who just looks really human, that must be crazy. BUT THEN IF SHE WAS TOLD THAT CHARLIE WAS ACTUALLY THE PRINCESS OF HELL? HOOOO, LOCK IN AND STEAL HER. THAT'S SOME WATTPAD SHIT. Also, I wonder how long Charlie thought of redeeming sinners. It would make sense to be after meeting Vaggie, since it could have been a wake up call to the fact not all sinners are bad people. Even though Vaggie isn't a sinner technically, Charlie didn't know that at the time. But maybe Charlie was always like this but just needed to meet someone who could start her dream with her. Long rant uhhh

Haha penis 🫵

SCRAP WHATEVER I SAID IN THE FIRST PART. THEY PROBABLY DO FUCK- OR DONT?? I DONT KNOW- ANYWAY LESBIAN SEX (BOTTOM TEXT). WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH??? SOMEONE PULL THE TRIGGER.

Lute looks like a basic asf anime gorl. Adam doesn't ever take his helmet off, or maybe he just can't. OH HE'S DOING THE GAY SIGN 💅💅 Very appropriate for what he's saying

Mentor, apprentice. I love that Husk is just trying to help Angel grow but isn't going to force him into it if he doesn't want to.

Im not a fan of huskerdust and think they'd be better friends as I can't imagine a relationship with them at all. But it's still nice and they are supportive of eachother so that's like- yknow. Basic rules. Or something like that. (HELP. I ruined it all at the last part)

I- girl- WHY IS SHE GROWLING?? GRR GRR RR (INSERT TWILIGHT SAGA HERE)

VAGGIE'S FACE. SENDS ME. WHO GAVE HER THESE OVERDRAMATIC EXPRESSIONS, I APPLAUD YOU RGAGAGA

Ooo... I didnt like this part at all... Instead of making the choice she just runs off. Then because the plot demands it, Adam says nothing. Kinda whish she atleast avoided the question, maybe in some way that would require actual thinking? For a character like Vaggie, she could choose either way and it feel like it's still her. If she chose to protect Charlie's dream, she would still be perfectly loyal to her but in the act of so would reveal a secret that could harm their relationship(which does happen at the end but that's because the plot wanted it like that). If she chose to side with Adam, she'd be hurting Charlie emotionally, sure, but it would keep a secret that could make Charlie see Vaggie less than who she is to her already(atleast what Vaggie might think would happen). Imo it should've been her deciding to protect Charlie, since it would mean she's devoted to her at all times.

ANOTHER THING! IF SHE COULDN'T MAKE THE CHOICE, THAT IS SOMETHING INTERESTING TO GO INTO. Maybe it could go deeper into how Vaggie doesn't know who she is without Charlie. So when she has a choice to make, like here, she can't do it without feeling the need to ask Charlie. BUT NOOO, YA HAD TO GO WITH THIS!! Wow. That was a long ass rant. Wtf 😭

Maybe I'm a dumbass. Maybe they'll talk about that next episode, but still, atleast touch on it a bit to not seem rushed?

Angel looking out for his kids like a mom. We always did need the motherly figure, the one closest to that being Charlie but girl needs a mother in her life too(damn, wait, I did her so dirty).

Huh, so why does it work here then? 🤨🤨 if it was said in the contract that Valentino can do whatever he wants only in the studio, then why is this the exception? 🤨🤨

Yes I'm stupid. Why do you ask? (No genuinely what's happening here)

OH ITS THE IMAGE! I really like Sera so far, hope we get more of her soon or in season 2.

Now that we know the context of this, yeah, that's fucking insane. And badass. WOMEN.

HMM. THATS STRANGE. DID YOU NOT FOR ONCE THINK THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ANGEL? Okay I probably wouldn't either but I have an excuse, I'm an idiot. Some girl with a standing out outfit, with one eye, looks unusually human, right after/during the extermination... that's pretty solid ass proof. But I'm dumb so don't take anything i say seriously :D

Imagine this. No- shit. Just-

JUST LOOK! THEY ARE SO CUTE! EVEN THOUGH CRAZY SHIT IS HAPPENING.

*SWEATS*

Vaggie is DESPERATE. PLEADING. That's obvious yeah, but don't mind me I had nothing to say for the last 3 images I just thought they were cool

I mean. Slay I guess. 😍💅

Do all the exterminators look similar or is it just Lute and Vaggie? 🤨

Even though Vaggie and Charlie may be going through this horrible thing with a hard punch in the gut, but Vaggie is always going to comfort her and I just think that's so adorable.

Also Adam looks like a chicken hah.

Everyone fears to be like Lucifer. If they don't do bad things they believe are for the greater good and make sacrifices that put them higher than those in hell, they could themselves be fallen. It's really interesting but I don't know if it's going to be fleshed out enough with the amount of episodes left. Which also worries me about everything else that still hasn't be concluded. There's gonna be loose strings I just know it. Hopefully though they rather do that then rush everything out y'know?

I want the next episode to be mostly focused on Vaggie and Charlie's relationship and the healing of what happened. Not for the entire episode of course, it would feel drawn out if it did, but atleast address the problem for the first like I would say 10 minutes? Then the rest would focus on one or two loose threads while also having Vaggie and Charlie acting upon moving on. That's just my idea but yeah-

[synthy-sizer]

The shuttle moves much more smoothly than the rocket. You glide cleanly out of the hangar and out into the void. It's a vast difference from your previous launches. Suddenly, you feel gravity once again assert itself on you. “Artificial gravity engaged. And look at that view!” You eagerly look out of the window, trying to see what Lust is talking about. Behind you, the huge rocket you came in slowly fades out of view. The thrusters ramp up, the bright blue glow creating an aura around the back. And behind all of it, you can see what you once knew as Otherside, now as Earth. There's lush greens, but equal amounts of earthy browns and grays across the land. “You could see the light from the moon, once,” Jordan sags behind you. “Back before the world ended you could see the outlines of all the cities on the planet that way. But now the only lights are in our little society. You can't see it from space anymore.” So that's what a dead world looks like. “Is there any way anyone survived outside of there?” “Maybe. But it's probably in small groups. The only reason we were able to survive with such a large group is because of our powers. And the Apollo bunkers, I guess.”

Now that you think about it, you've always been so busy and invested in questions about Jordan's beliefs that you don't know much about Apollo. “What exactly is Apollo, anyway? What did they do?” Violence chimes in. “Apollo is what we call a mega-corporation. It was only a hypothetical premise before they existed, though. Turned America into a corporatocracy.” You look at him, confused. He sighs and tries to rephrase. “So a corporation is a big business. They make and sell things. And sometimes they get so big, and so powerful, that they buy a country. Used to be called the united states. Now they're just sectors.” You're still a little confused. “How do they sell things?” “God, to live in a communist place like Luna…” Jordan pats your shoulder. “On Earth, things of value cost money. You need to earn money to buy things. That's what Apollo does, at its basic.” You frown. “It's like a parasite.” All 3 applaud and start shouting in unison, all affirming your words. “Exactly,” Lust yells! “Like I said, she's a smart kid! She knows what questions to ask!” Violence shouts back. “They kick and scream about communism and make a communist town for their own! Fucking hypocrites!” Seems like your questions struck a nerve. Amidst all the noise, though, something else catches your eye. “Uh….guys…?” Everyone peers out of the windows. “It's a parasite…”

The dark side of Luna has been completely overrun by a gargantuan mass of black-silver cables. They grow and spread across the surface as if growing and infesting it like a tumor. Your eyes go wide and you press your face against the cold glass. “Son of a bitch. It's even more out of control than we thought.” You look around wildly. “What is that?” Your voice trembles. “What is that fucking thing?!” “It's the megastructure we told you about. But we didn't know it would look like that.” “I thought you knew what you were doing!” Your heart races and you feel faint. Lust flicks a few buttons and gets up from her chair, holding you tight. “We had our guesses. But it's hard to know when we're not on ground zero and when all the Apollo infrastructure is gone.”

You feel betrayed right now. Your home is being swallowed whole by metal tentacles and no one told you. “I promise, we didn't know it would be this bad. We would have told you otherwise.” “Not when you wouldn't listen to me about it, you wouldn't!” Jordan shouts across the cockpit and walks over. “Don't worry Sofia, once we're done here we'll handle the megastructure. Everything will be ok.” Normally you would be less certain about Jordan's reassurances, but you need it now. You nod shakily. “Ok…” There's a long pause, then you realize something. “Wait, that's the megastructure?” Violence speaks now. “Yeah. They called it a megastructure, but it's more alive than it sounds. They planted it like a seed with a particular directive; Make Luna habitable. And it did. Despite everything, I've gotta admit it's damn impressive.” “And what, now it's growing?” He nods. “Basically. We're going to handle it, though, just like Heresy said.” Somehow, you think you remember something about this. “When I was on Luna, there was an option on a computer…the euthanasia protocol…” He shakes his head. “I'm not sure about that. It might have killed the megastructure before this, but now it might just piss it off. And even then, the megastructure is part of Luna's core. If we kill it we might collapse the moon itself.” You stare down at your home hopelessly. There must be a way….

“Just try to relax, Sofia. There's no sense in panicking about it now. We'll have to try and find a solution when we get down there.” You slowly nod. He's right. “Long trip ahead of us. You might want to try and get some sleep in the crew quarters,” Lust says. “I'll make sure you get woken up for the landing.” You quietly nod and walk back to the quarters, for what is sure to be a restless sleep…

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[sydnikov]

I had this post prepared after game 3 if I'm being honest, but nonetheless here we go 🥲

Canes lb, what a blast I had screaming into the void that is hockeyblr and sharing the pleasure and pain of this year's playoffs. I know I was absent for most of the regular season but I'm so glad I made the decision to return to tumblr back in March to ride out the rest of it with y'all, and even more so as we went through the playoffs together.

Despite the extremely disappointing end to our post-season run, nobody was expecting us to make this far to begin with after losing Svech and definitely not after losing Turbo for the second round. We might have gotten swept in the Eastern Conference Final, but how cool is it that we're able to say we made it there to begin with? I don't think anyone expected us to make it this far especially with the teams we had (and would potentially have had *cough cough Boston*) to face.

Despite all of this, I just feel so proud. Bittersweet but proud even though we didn't win a single game this series (ouch). Even Andersen, who y'all probably know I do not like at all, was on his A-game for this year's playoffs and for that I applaud him for. I wish we played better, but Florida just wanted it more and for that I give them credit where it's due because they kicked our ass as well as the other top two teams in the league, and for that they deserve to make it to the finals.

Fuck Gudas and Bennett, though. There was absolutely no excuse for those hits and the fact there were no calls on them will always be complete bullshit to me.

Anyways, I know I've rambled a lot, but this season's end is just extra emotional for me because I'm going off to college this year (🥹) and won't be able to attend nearly as many games as I used to. I'll still be here on hockeyblr though, cheering them on right along with y'all.

Until the regular season, canes lb 🫡

[andrewmoocow]

Two Sides of the Same Gem chapter 3: Gotta Get Back (originally posted on February 13, 2023)

AN: We're just about ready for the climax, everyone. The race for the alternate Seer to the Void is on between the Crystal Regime and the Lucent Gems, and with it, the fate of two worlds rests in our heroes' hands. Will Jasper and White Topaz make it to the Seer's location and save their friends from other-dimensional domination? And what truly is the method to Lord Steven's madness?

Cast:

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper, Overcooked Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz, Rebel White Topaz

Zach Callison as Lord Steven

Noël Wells as Black Rutile, Rebel Black Rutile

Della Saba as Aquamarine, Rebel Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball, Rebel Eyeball

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate, Rebel Holly Blue

Casey Lee Williams as Cat's Eye, Rebel Cat's Eye

Jinkx Monsoon as Rebel Emerald

Kari Wahlgren as Rebel Pyrope

Melissa Fahn as Rebel Demantoid

Hayley Kiyoko as Rebel Morganite

Estelle as Toxic Garnet, Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Sadist Amethyst, Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Sycophant Pearl, Pearl

Jennifer Paz as Psycho Lapis, Rebel Zuli, Lapis

Shelby Rabara as Nihilist Peridot, Peridot

Grace Rolek as Rebel Connie

--

"Please stop; there's good in your heart!" Cat's Eye, now shapeshifted into Steven, wailed to Holly Blue, shapeshifted into Black Rutile, as the two performed the Crystal Regime.

"Oh, don't mind me; I'm just going to shoot this dog." Holly Blue proclaimed while pointing a laser gun at a plush dog she was holding. "In the face. Where else would I kill it?"

"I don't want to hurt you!" Cat's Eye continued sobbing dramatically as Eyeball cranked the volume up on Pagliacci.

"And now I'm thinking of stealing the dead bodies of the elderly and selling them on the black market!" Holly Blue continued, to the amusement of the Regime.

"ONLY YOU CAN SAVE YOURSELF!" Cat's Eye began throwing a fit like an angry child to emphasize her portrayal of Steven.

"I think we should stop them; we get the point." The alternate Peridot advised Lord Steven as Cat and Holly's show continued.

"No, let them continue." Lord Steven purred. "For this is the absolute dumbest thing I've ever seen."

"PLEASE, JUST LISTEN TO ME!" Cat screamed sorrowfully with her head bowed to the ground in desperation.

"I'll only listen to you when you accept that not everyone will bend the knee and listen to you!" Holly finally yelled back at the lawyer-turned-rebel.

"No, no, I don't want to!" Cat pouted, only to break character and turn to her boss. "Do I seriously have to do this? I did not take that online method acting class just to wind up with a role like this!"

"It's for added dramatic effect, now do it, idiot!" Black Rutile whispered back before tossing a toy car to Cat's Eye. "Now play with this car until a wheel breaks off, and go wild from there."

"Whatever." Cat groaned in disappointment and got back into character by playing with the toy car, making driving sounds as she rolled it on the floor. As if right on cue, one of the front wheels broke off. "Silly old car! Silly, silly!" Throwing the car away, Cat threw an even louder tantrum than earlier that seemed to last for hours. A short while later, however, she got right back up and took a bow. "And scene!"

Garnet, Amethyst, Lapis, and Aquamarine all applauded in recognition of Cat's Eye's parodic acting skills as Black Rutile stepped forward. "You see what we had to deal with here, milord? We were forced to deal with a complete manchild, not unlike Pink Diamond!"

"Are you sure this is how he got what he wanted?" Lord Steven asked in reply.

"Well, either that or turn into a monster and go on a murderous rampage when he doesn't get his way." Aquamarine responded. "Are you capable of doing that?"

"I never had the time to experiment." Steven answered. "Now, if we have nothing else to discuss, unlike the Seer to the Void of your world, Pink Diamond successfully acquired it from the Mystical Knights of Nog-Na-Tir in Mount Kilimanjaro before slaughtering them all. The Seer is currently located in a vault that we disguised as a star in the Big Dipper."

"And once we find that and go to your world, I'm gonna beat that world's Lapis like a drum!" the psychotic Lapis exclaimed with a deranged laugh. "Going from fearsome terraformer to emotionally unstable art student? Not on my watch!"

"I'd also like to compare notes with my counterpart through capture and interrogation." Lord Steven's Peridot added flatly. "Perhaps her high intellect could be useful to the regime, provided she doesn't try to dodge any questions I might have with annoying jokes."

"Then it's settled; we must leave immediately!" Steven's sociopathic, sycophantic Pearl proclaimed. Elsewhere, the same figure had a recorder pulled out, transmitting the conversation to whoever was on the other end.

--

"-unlike the Seer to the Void of your world, Pink Diamond successfully acquired it from the Mystical Knights of Nog-Na-Tir in Mount Kilimanjaro before slaughtering them all. The Seer is currently located in a vault that we disguised as a star in the Big Dipper." The spy played Lord Steven's declaration back for the Lucent Gems in their secret base.

"So they stole the Seer to the Void in this world." White Topaz reiterated Steven's words. "Well, what are we waiting for?! We have to stop them now!"

"You are indeed correct, Topaz." Black Rutile replied, unaware that she was talking to the wrong Topaz.

"Uh, I think she's the one talking to you." The rebel White Topaz said. "Then again, what did you expect to happen when meeting myself from another dimension?"

"My mistake; multiverses can be so confusing." Black Rutile chuckled heartily. "Now, without further ado, we simply must carry on and save both worlds!"

"I am with you till the bitter end, my Rutile!" the Lucent Gems' Aquamarine proclaimed.

"Wait, what were we talking about?" the alternate Eyeball wondered, her mind having wandered to a moth that fluttered into the cave.

"Oh, your enthusiasm fills me with such delight." Holly Blue chuckled warmly.

"Whatever." Zuli rolled her eyes before pulling out her phone to look at.

"At long last, the Regime's day of reckoning may have finally come!" Emerald exclaimed triumphantly. "Oh, how I long to hear Steven's screams of agony as his empire falls, his allies are purged of life, and he loses any sort of will to li-"

"Hey, cut it with the theatrics, Shakespeare." Pyrope snarked with a mouthful of a hoagie. "Let me guess; you're gonna say life is a walking shadow next?"

"What are we standing around for? Don't we have a multiverse to save?" Demantoid asked.

"She's right; we're wasting time here!" Morganite agreed with Demantoid, inciting some chatter among the Lucent Gems.

"So, I just wanted to ask you something." White Topaz asked the alternate version of her former superior. "Is the Lucent Gems just you guys? I thought there would be many more soldiers under your command, just like my Black Rutile. Like, does Eduardo Suarez ring a bell? Bane Jones, Beckham Jordan, Lars Barriga, maybe even Cinnabar?"

"We are only the core of the resistance." Black Rutile confirmed dourly. "But alas, we have lost many a good soldier to the Regime over our long history. Many were killed in action, turned into prisoners of war, or brainwashed into becoming Steven's loyal servants." She then pulled out an old picture of herself posing with what White Topaz assumed to be her equivalent to Cinnabar. "I especially feel the loss of Cinnabar to this day. The two of us didn't see eye to eye a lot, but it always pained me to remember her sacrifice to save my life in the Battle of Empire City."

"You've been through a lot." Jasper said comfortingly, putting a hand on the heroic Rutile's shoulder. "It's a miracle you're so stable after all that loss."

"Oh, trust me, I have many ways to cope, like acting like a lovable buffoon, for example!" Black Rutile happily proclaimed.

"Oh yes, and we love you so much for that!" Cat's Eye said, literally swooning over her boss, much to the Rutile's annoyance.

"So, anything we can use to get to the Big Dipper?" Jasper asked. Black Rutile responded by gesturing towards a large spaceship in the near distance. "We call this the Servant. Some Black Pearls formerly used it under my command before they fell in combat. We shall reach the Big Dipper in a cinch with this vessel!"

"Awesome!" White Topaz exclaimed. "Hopefully, the Regime won't already be listening in on us!"

--

Back at the Crystal Regime's base of operations, preparations were being made to Steven's primary warship, formerly belonging to Pink Diamond, for the voyage to the Big Dipper. As Lord Steven gazed upon his mighty vessel, his unstable Garnet tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, milord?" she asked Steven. "I need to speak with you for a moment."

"What do you need, Garnet?" Steven asked his toxically fused servant as Garnet took him away to talk in private.

"It's about our ranks." Garnet stoically declared, only to immediately switch from Sapphire to Ruby. "We have a squealing rat among us! She's been feeding information to the resistance; I've been spying on her for months now!"

"A spy?" Steven said. "Who? Who could it be?!"

"I think it might be Jasper, it has to be Jasper!" Garnet dramatically warned Steven as she resisted the urge to unfuse into Ruby and Sapphire. "She's finally had it with our abuse of her, and now she's striking back!"

"I should've known." Steven murmured to himself, thinking back to Jasper's torment under his subordinates.

--

"SWIRLIE TIME!" Lapis cackled sadistically while holding Lapis by the ankle over a massive whirlpool.

"No, wait, please don't dunk me!" Jasper begged to be spared, but her words fell on deaf ears before she was dropped into the whirlpool and sucked away.

--

"You sure this is safe?" Jasper asked meekly as she stood in front of a highly volatile plasma globe Peridot was experimenting on.

"Safe, not safe? It doesn't matter." Peridot said calmly while taking notes. When Jasper gently placed her orange hands on the globe, it caused an electric shock that would seem lethal to a normal human being, followed by the globe exploding in her face. "Huh, it wasn't safe after all."

"YOU THINK?!" Jasper shrieked angrily before suddenly poofing, the sudden explosion taking its toll on her physical form.

--

"Begin!" Pearl exclaimed in the middle of a training session, prompting a wrestling match between Jasper and Amethyst. Unfortunately for Jasper, it was completely one-sided in Amethyst's favor.

"NOOGIE, NOOGIE, NOOGIE!" Amethyst laughed as she gave Jasper a violent noogie before switching to lashing at Jasper with her whip.

"UNCLE, UNCLE!" Jasper screamed as she reached out for Pearl to end the match, but Pearl elected not to pay attention and read a magazine instead.

"Hm, Foster Kane is running against Arnold Clump for president." Pearl muttered while flipping through the pages of her tabloid.

--

"Please, Jasper, I need to be stable!" Garnet yelled to Jasper as she began to come apart in a rather horrifying fashion. "Please, fuse with me; I can't hold on any longer!"

"No, get away from me!" Jasper yelled and tried to escape. "Someone let me out; please let me out!"

"Join us, Jasper; make us feel whole!" Garnet moaned as she slowly split in two, the halves forming into her equivalent of Ruby and Sapphire before suddenly bursting into a cloud of smoke, leaving her components' gems lying on the floor in front of a traumatized Jasper.

--

"Men!" Lord Steven called out for his armed forces, clad in pink armor with rose sigils on their shoulders and carrying taser guns. "We have a traitorous Jasper among us. Find and eliminate her at once!"

"SIR, YES, SIR!" the troopers bellowed and marched away in search of Jasper.

"Thank you very much for your warnings, Garnet." Steven sighed with relief before turning to Garnet. "It's good that your toxic formation hasn't hampered your future vision."

"That is where you're wrong, my lord!" Garnet theatrically responded. "I saw a multitude of futures where the traitor could be anyone! It could be Pearl! It could be Amethyst! It could even be me!"

"Enough of this!" Lord Steven shut Garnet down. "I don't care how long it takes! Anyone who opposes me will be destroyed, and the mark of my dignity shall scar thy gem!"

--

"Another day, another eternity in this god-forbidden cell." Connie groaned quietly as she carved out a new tally mark on her prison cell wall. By her estimate, she's been trapped here for fifteen years since that faithful assassination mission disguised as allowing Steven to become her friend. Maybe in a different life, the two could've been an unstoppable team instead of on opposing sides of the war, perhaps something more. But no time to dwell on the past, Connie was instead wondering how she hadn't been executed by now, like what happened to her parents for their outcry against Lord Steven.

"Hey, hey, over here." Connie heard a voice call out, making her turn to discover the overcooked Jasper on the other side. "It's me; I'm here to break you out!"

"What?" Connie asked as she raced to face the Jasper. "This better not be some kind of trick by Steven."

"No, I'm being serious here." Jasper said as she pulled off a panel and manipulated some wires operating Connie's cell. "I'm on your side; I'm a mole in the Crystal Regime for the Lucent Gems, here to free you from this prison."

"Wait, I never knew about a mole!" Connie exclaimed. "Then again, I was trapped here for fifteen years, so what do I know?"

"The Gems all saw how abused I was, so they recruited me as a way of helping me get revenge." Jasper continued before finally letting Connie out of her prison for the first time in more than a decade. "By the way, you're welcome."

"Thank you." Connie sighed in relief, knowing that a friendly face had been here all along. "So, ready to take me back to base?"

"Yeah, we got a few new friends ready to help us stop Steven." Jasper replied. "One of them is even an alternate me! You gotta see this!"

"Wait, an alternate you?" Connie wondered before the alarms began going off, followed by Lord Steven's troops charging into the prison to corner the duo.

"FREEZE!" the soldiers boomed as they pointed their guns at Connie and Jasper.

"Jasper, under the orders of Lord Steven Universe, supreme ruler of the planet Earth and leader of the Crystal Regime, we now place you under arrest for your betrayal and sentence you to death!" the leader of the troops exclaimed. "How do you plead?"

"I don't know," Jasper replied while summoning her crash helmet. "how about you?"

--

Meanwhile, the Lucent Gems were preparing the Servant for its voyage to the Big Dipper. As the resistance was getting ready for what could possibly be their biggest mission yet, Jasper took some time to reflect on the status of this world and how one simple decision had changed everything.

"I still can't believe it, Paz, a world where Pink Diamond decided to conquer Earth instead of saving it." Jasper muttered. "The Pink Diamond of our world may have done some shady stuff, but I don't think world domination was ever one of them."

"Maybe the Diamonds were way worse to her here than ours were." White Topaz agreed. "Well, good thing they never went that far, huh?"

"Who knows?" Jasper shrugged. Just then, there was a knock at the stone door, followed by what she believed to be her voice on the other side.

"Hello, are you still there, Black Rutile?" Jasper's voice asked from outside. "It's me, your spy."

"Wait, I'm the spy?!" Jasper gasped as Black Rutile let her mole in with her fellow escapee.

"What a twist!" White Topaz gasped as well.

"Not that much of a twist." The parallel White Topaz snarked as the alternate Jasper and Connie entered the base.

"So, you must be the me of this world." Jasper said as she met with her alternate counterpart for the first time. "Aren't you a little skinny to be a Jasper?"

"No, I'm wonderful the way I am." The other Jasper said awkwardly, enamored with her mirror self's more muscular body. "Anyways, I'd like you to meet Connie, another rebellion member."

"I know a Connie in my world!" White Topaz exclaimed while Demantoid worked on building a prosthetic arm for Connie. "What's your story like compared to hers?"

"I never got the chance for a normal childhood under Steven's reign of terror," Connie replied morosely. "The moment my mother tried to speak out against the Crystal Regime, she and my dad were sentenced to death while Black Rutile raised me. I had gone on a few missions since then, until one faithful day."

--

Fifteen years prior, Connie was given a special mission by Black Rutile. Her objective was to lure Steven into a trap and pretend to befriend him until the time was right for her to assassinate him when he least expected it. Sitting down on the beach with some glasses and a book as part of her disguise, Connie waited patiently for Steven to appear as she was told he could be walking around any second now.

Just then, just as predicted, Steven left his beachside palace with a hover scooter by his side, ready to show it off to whoever may see him. "Some smooth ride, this craft is." Steven said to himself. "Gotta thank Peridot for souping this up for me. Five speeds, handbrakes, blue electric finish, and a tiger bell!" Steven turned to face Connie, who was pretending to be a little too engrossed in her book to notice, while Black Rutile and her forces lurked above with a boulder ready to crush Steven at a moment's notice.

"Come on, come on." Black Rutile muttered as she glared down at Steven continuing to try to get Connie's attention.

"Excuse me, but could you please turn your attention to my new ride?" Steven asked. "Your ruler demands it."

"Oh, sorry, I was busy reading Catcher in the Rye." Connie pretended to apologize when she finally noticed Steven. "Nice car you got there."

"It's a hover scooter, technically." Steven corrected the girl. "Haven't seen you around my glorious kingdom lately. What's your name?"

"My name's Connie, my lord." Connie introduced herself. "What brings you outside? Shouldn't you be ordering slaves around or building grand monuments to yourself?"

"No, I simply felt like talking with my subjects today." Steven answered. "So when I saw you outside my castle, I thought you needed someone to talk to."

"Just what I thought." Connie's docile expression turned into a smirk before she gave the signal. "NOW!" At the girl's orders, Black Rutile shoved the boulder off the cliff, and it fell towards Steven, but he readily summoned his shield and smashed it to pieces.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Steven yelled. "I thought you wanted to be my friend! Are you really working with the rebels?!"

"Yes, they're the only family I have left after you had my parents executed!" Connie replied angrily as Black Rutile, Emerald, and Aquamarine landed behind her. "We, the Lucent Gems, place you and your subordinates under arrest for your crimes against the universe! How do you plead?"

"Are you threatening me, human?" Steven asked as his soldiers gathered behind him.

"The senate shall decide your fate." Connie responded.

"I AM the senate!" Steven corrected his new friend-turned-foe.

"Not yet." Connie declared harshly, prompting Steven to summon his shield again.

"It's treason then." Steven snarled as he charged at Connie, and the two clashed. Though the battle was intense and Connie seemed to have the edge, some trickery courtesy of Steven allowed him to gain the upper hand and subdue her. The Lucent Gems were forced to make a tactical retreat, leaving Connie to be imprisoned for the next fifteen years.

"Heard you captured another rebel, sire." Pearl said to Steven later that day as he gazed at the sunset with a Cookie Cat beside him. "How she manipulated you into thinking she could be your friend."

"Typical humans." Steven scoffed at the notion. "They say they could be your friend only to stab you in the back when you least expect it. Hence why I prefer the company of my subjects rather than any lowly creatures like them."

"I do agree." Pearl smiled sadistically. "Humans lead such short, boring, insignificant lives, so they make up stories to feel like they're a part of something bigger. They want to blame all the world's problems on some single enemy they can fight, instead of a complex network of interrelated forces beyond anyone's control."

"Right as always, Pearl." Steven grinned back. "I knew there was a reason my mother kept you around."

--

As soon as Connie finished her story, the Lucent Gems, Jasper, and White Topaz rocketed on the Servant off of Earth, where they discovered the Crystal Regime's flagship, The Universe flying next to them.

"Of course, you two would join up with them!" the main Black Rutile said to her versions of White Topaz and Jasper on the viewscreen, before coming into contact with her good self for the first time. "And I suppose you must be me of this world, huh?"

"Look, there's even other us's too!" Aquamarine exclaimed as she appeared on the screen as well. "Ick, they're all rebels!"

"Wait, is that Emerald with them?" Holly Blue added. "And Demantoid and Pyrope too?!"

"Is that us?" the motherly counterpart of Holly Blue asked regarding her, Aquamarine, Eyeball, and Cat's Eye's doppelgangers. "Oh my, I didn't realize this other me could look so cruel."

"And I didn't realize I'd have a counterpart who's a complete wimp!" Holly Blue yelled. "But not to worry, we will steal the Seer to the Void, and we will conquer both worlds with the Regime's help!"

"Correction, I'm not helping you; you're helping me." Lord Steven proclaimed. "Oh, hello, Connie. I see you're readjusting to normal society nicely."

"We'll make you pay for this, Steven." Connie responded. "All engines, full power!" The Servant and The Universe began going even faster toward the Big Dipper, both sides having their own goals for the artifact. Their ships seemed equally matched in speed, durability, and other assorted weaponry; the Servant ultimately won the race, and the Lucent Gems reached the Big Dipper vault.

"The vault should be somewhere on this star!" White Topaz said as the heroes searched for the vault. "Jasper!"

"Yes?" the two Jaspers turned to White Topaz upon hearing their shared name.

"Not you, her!" White Topaz explained, pointing to the skinny Jasper.

"Oh yeah, if we need to find the vault, we need the secret password!" the alternate Jasper explained.

"So what is it, is it 'password'?" White Topaz asked. "Ooh, or maybe it's 12345!"

"No, it can't be!" the rebellious Black Rutile insisted. "It might be 'drowssap.' It's like password spelled backward!"

"Everyone be quiet! I think I know what it could be." Connie declared. "If every porkchop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs!" Suddenly, a massive outline of a star began rising from the ground to reveal the hiding place of the Seer to the Void. "Awesome."

"Awesome indeed." Lord Steven boomed as he strolled onto the scene with the primary Black Rutile by his side. "Thank you all so much for leading me to the Seer. I let you go ahead so you could reveal its location to us."

"Of course, you'd pull something like that." Jasper scowled before she was struck in the back of her head by one of Steven's soldiers. "Hey, what's the big idea?! Someone help us!"

"Oh, we are so terribly sorry; we seem to be tied up at the moment." The alternate Aquamarine apologized as the Lucent Gems were rounded up for capture.

"What are you going to do to us?!" White Topaz asked as she and Jasper were brought before Black Rutile and Lord Steven. "If you're planning to shatter us, get it over with already!"

"Hey, don't give up like that, sweetie!" Jasper replied to White Topaz.

"No, you're simply far too useful to us to get rid of now." Lord Steven revealed. "We simply plan on sending you back to your world as a way of sending a message."

"What kind of message?" Jasper asked.

"That we're coming." Black Rutile smiled eerily.

--

"White Topaz hasn't reported back yet with her findings." Pearl muttered as she gazed at the portal in Black Rutile's house with Garnet and Amethyst in the prime universe. "You think something bad happened?"

"Well, duh, Pearl, they're in another universe!" Amethyst exclaimed. "Of course, they'd have no way of contacting us through normal means unless we had some kind of special communicator."

"Regardless, we need to keep hoping that things will turn out alright." Garnet nodded before her future vision began to prove otherwise. "Oh no, things won't turn out alright!" Just then, the Vortexxer activated, and Jasper and White Topaz were launched out of the portal. "We were worried for you two!"

"What did you see on the other side?" Pearl asked worriedly.

"Oh, you would not believe what universe we went to!" White Topaz cried. "It was like this creepy bizarro world where Steven was evil, and Black Rutile was good, and the Crystal Gems of that universe took over the Earth instead of saving it!"

"Wait, Black Rutile a good guy?" Amethyst raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Now I know it's a bizarro world!"

"Look, the point is, we tried to help this parallel version of the Rutile Rebels that were like a resistance against Steven," Jasper explained. "but things went south when we went out on a mission to find this other Seer to the Void, and now-"A massive explosion went off outside. "We're too late!"

Racing outside, the five Gems saw the other residents of Little Homeworld looking up in shock as Lord Steven's armada hovered over Little Homeworld, ships flying everywhere on Earth to signify that the invasion had begun.

"Guys, what are those?" Peridot nervously asked.

"Are we being invaded again?" Lapis added.

"What's even going on?!" Bismuth yelled.

"Okay, guys, this is gonna sound a little crazy." White Topaz began to explain everything to the B-team.

--

We have officially reached the endgame, everyone! Our heroes may be down, but they certainly aren't out. Will the Lucent Gems be the Crystal Gems' only hope of saving both worlds from Lord Steven's tyranny? How will the Gems react to their regime counterparts? And will a certain half-Gem be able to reunite with the Crystal Gems to help them? Find out on the final part of Two Sides of the Same Gem!

[tengens-tig-ol-biddies]

enticing. | c.s.b

✩ pairing: idol! reader-chan x idol and idol fan! soobin

❥ contains: sub!soobin, dom!reader-chan, unrealistic expectations of kpop idols, simp soobin, blowjob, ruined orgasm, cumshot, fan service, verbal praise, big dick guy xD, mentions of gagging, ballplay(???), mentions of hair pulling, no aftercare

✩ author’s note: i was supposed to have this up like a week ago xD work was something this week lol I really hope that you enjoy it and if you do, give it a reblog! It really helps me out ! also, this fic is NSFW! Do not read if you are uncomfy, don't steal and all that jazz ✨

❥ word count: approximately 2.1k words

taglist: @soobinshouseplant @plushpeeps @yungisstar1117 @zitaosbadbaby @taeyongslilkitty @lee--felix

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navi/mstrlst

~

"Yeonjun, Yeonjun, Yeonjun, hyung!!!"

Soobin excitedly runs through the dorm, looking for the oldest. He ran so quickly that he had to pump his brakes when he saw him.

"Whoa, there. Slow down before you drift into the wall." Yeonjun warns as if he would not burst out in laughter if he did manage the feat.

"Today's the greatest day of my life. I just-" Yeonjun holds out his hands, motioning for Soobin to turn the 65 to the 30 and calm down. He then stops himself and takes a breath to articulate his emotions.

"I managed to score a ticket to Y/N's concert!" Soobin says, still trying to level out his excitement.

Yeonjun smiles at the younger and chuckles.

Soobin has been tracking these tickets even since the tour dates dropped. He saw they were bringing a show to Seoul and stalked that venue site until the tickets were posted. It was a bit of a minefield of other big fans and scalpers to get them, but he bought his front-row seat, and the moment the realization hit, he almost rolled out of bed.

Man really said fuck them bills… anywho, two weeks of lurking through almost every K-Pop website and one big fanboy order of your merchandise delivered to his doorstep, and his once-in-a-lifetime concert experience right at his door, no pun intended.

He gets to the venue and walks through the ticket booth, and since he is so early, he makes a hard left turn to the seller's booth to get a lightstick… or two. The original and the limited-edition ones. Can you tell he loves your music yet?

~

After his wallet is sufficiently drained, he leaves to find his seat in the massive stadium-style arena. He walks down the flights of stairs to the center of the front row in front of the stage.

As the time dwindles, the seats progressively fill up. Soon, the lights in the arena dim, and the dark void quickly brightens with a mix of pastel pink and a deep royal purple. Soobin closes the battery lid on his lightstick, turning it on when the soft muttering and mingling grows into a crescendo as the silhouette of your figure pops up on stage and big screen.

As the recognition sets in, the crowd screams and applauds at your mere presence. Your relish in the attention, lifting your jeweled microphone to your mouth.

"What's up, everybody?" You say smoothly and confidently, dragging out the word as the beat of the opening sequence starts to play. The bass is bumping, outfit is popping, but the audience isn't hitting as much as they should.

"Oh, come on, I can't hear that. Really give it to me." You say, playfully skipping to the beat. In response, the crowd gets louder.

"That's a bit better; it's still early, so I think y'all will really give it to me later. You ready?" You say and wink at the camera, making the crowd go into a scream fest. Loud applause answers your question. The background dancers make their way to position behind you, and you smirk.

"Let's get it!" You say mischievously.

~

Soobin stares at you in awe, as if he isn't a performer himself. You walk around the stage like you own it, with a mix of confidence, coolness, and awareness, if that makes sense.

Soobin's jaw dropped for so long that his mouth got dry, and he had to whip out some Carmex for his chapped lips. He didn't come back to Earth until the lights dimmed again. Luckily, there's still a good bit of performance where that comes from, so he doesn't have to worry about that.

~

As you prep for your next set, you can't get that adorable look out of your head. Choi Soo Bin in your front row at your concert.

As a fellow performer with a pretty well-sized fan following, you know how rare it is and few it is to you to do normal people things. With your heavy schedules, brand deals, and variety shows, you barely get the time to do an entire skincare routine for the night, let alone go to a concert.

"hmmm… maybe I should make things pretty unforgettable, a magical experience, if you will." You think as you check your makeup to go back under the hot lights of the stage.

~

It's time for one of your sensual numbers, and this is where you usually pull one of your female fans on stage, and things get a little spicy… but we are going to tweak it a little, just for today ✨

You give the bodyguards the signal to go get Soobin. You point to him, and he points to himself as to confirm they wanted him. You nod yes, and he practically runs onstage as you are singing.

From watching the fancams featuring the fan on stage, he knew exactly what his purpose was: to follow you around the stage.

You grab Soobin's hand and pull him to the left side of the stage, and he follows. You bend over and jiggle on his front, and the crowd is eating it up. You rise your body slowly in a body roll, snap to turn and grab Soobin's hand and pull him to the other side.

When you get to the other side, you spin around and press your front to his, picking up your leg to drag it up his thigh. He retaliates by grabbing under your knee and hooking your leg around his waist. The crowd is eating up the interaction between two idols with incredible stage presence. Song's almost over, so it's time to have some real fun 😈

You grab him by the collar, trying to maintain your control on the set. His eyes go wide, and it's hook, line, and sinker from there. You walk back towards the staircase on the upstage center section. He follows, subtly checking you out as you gracefully walk up the stairs. You spin around to face him as he looks down at you. You grab the back of his head and bring him as if you are going to kiss him, and the floor lift goes down.

As the floor descends, he quickly grabs your waist, both of you touching chests. Soobin then turns and waves his lightstick at the crowd as the lights dim and your bodies' silhouette shows on the big screen.

The crowd's screaming sounds dull as you move under the floor with Soobin on your tail, and the intermission begins. You take him to your dressing room, and it is time.

~

You have about 30 minutes, give or take to make it do what it does. You push him on the couch in the room and straddle his waist. Soobin's face reddens as his brown eyes follow your figure up to your face as you have a mischievous smile planted on it.

"Did you enjoy the show?" You ask in his ear as your hands make their way down the hidden chisels under his shirt. Soobin babbles and stutters as the realization of what is happening hits him. Y/N has their hands on his body, let alone in this sensual manner.

"Coherent words, bun." You unbuckle his belt and slide your fingers into his waistband.

"It was really amazing; I had-"

"Was? Show's not over yet, love." You move his boxers down his thighs and casually pull his dick out of its confines, stroking his length with a nice, firm grip on the shaft as you move your fist up and down on him.

Soobin's breath hitches in his throat as your grasp tightens slightly. The sensation went up to Soobin's mushroom tip and leaked out pre cum. You smile at the tiny gesture and open your mouth to lick it. Soobin's head flies back at the light touch of your warm tongue tasting him.

"Listen to me, sweetheart," You lean up to kiss his neck. You feel him shudder at the close proximity of you on him.

"I hope you're ready; main event's just starting." You kiss him, allowing him to taste the combination of you and him.

"Someone's enjoying themselves." You snicker mentally.

"Are you okay? Can I continue touching you?" You ask. A mix of pants and whimpers are delivered before he opens his mouth.

"Yes, please. Keep doing that." He whispers, voice so light and airy, you almost missed it. You chuckle as you take him into your mouth. You take it as far, nearly gagging, to see how you're going to do this. Soobin grips the love seat cushions as you do your thing, his knuckles paling by the second.

You look up at him to see if he's taking it well, and you would think that he's doing better than that. His head is thrown back, and you can see a light but clear vein run up the side of his neck. His mouth is slightly parted as he enjoys the sensations you're giving him.

You lift up, leaving trails of spit connecting you to the tip and length, and you move to leave kisses down his cock. You reach his balls and take them into your mouth. Soobin moans at the sudden suction, bringing his big hand to your head and gripping your hair by the roots.

You moan on him, the sensations of the fist in your hair.

In a domino effect, Soobin grunts as he is overstimulated for a second. You start to move your hand faster, and his hand rubs against the material, trying to figure out what to do with himself. His breath quickens, and his eyes shut tight as his moans raise in volume.

You tighten your grip on his dick and focus your twisting motions on the tip, and he automatically starts squirming.

"Ahhh fuck, oh my god, yes. Yes, yes, yes!" Soobin exclaims. You feel the small spasms of his muscles twitching, signaling his orgasm.

"Please keep going. I'm gonna cum." He pants out.

You lift your head up to see his reaction, which looks absolutely stunning. Soft flush all over his face and up to his ears. Breath labored. Fists white. Hotel Trivago. (a/n: i am so sorry XD)

"You look so pretty when you let someone take the reigns for once. Such a cute little bunny, baby." You praise, and that was enough to send him over the edge.

Soobin grunts as he releases and you let go and the same time. Soobin whimpers "no," continuously quiet as the sensation diminishes, and his cum coats his thick thighs. His cock twitches as it empties every drop, trickling down his shaft.

You rub his hair up off his face and down his neck, feeling tiny beads of sweat on it. You kiss his cheek and lean back to his thighs. You proceed to lick the warm cum, collecting every last bit in your mouth. You then move up to kiss Soobin. He graciously accepts what you give him, relishing in the mix of your natural taste and his seed.

You separate, put your hand around his neck, and lean over to his ear.

"Swallow." You demand, and he obliges. You sit up straight and see a slight twinkle in his eye as he looks up at you.

"Good boy." Punctuated with a peck on the lips.

You then get back up and start moving around, and his eyes follow.

"As much as I would love to say back here, I have to get back to my set." You fix your soft makeup. "You might want to get yourself cleaned up, or don't. I'll make you a mess again anyway." You turn on the monitor of the show camera so he can watch the concert from the comfort of your dressing room.

"I really hope he stays for the set. I didn't even finish or start on my part, for the matter." You think, walking to the backstage hall, where a camera guy is waiting to start a stream to the main stage.

~

"I can't wait for the next concert." Soobin thought as he wiped the excess fluids off his thighs with a tissue from your makeup stand.

~

I really hoped you enjoyed it and if you have any ideas, you would like for me to write, drop an order in my ask box 🎁 I don't bite

[a-student-out-of-time]

One of the interesting things I noticed about LINUJ is that while he tends to write characters with sympathetic backstories who do bad things, he also goes, "This person is still responsible for the actions that they have done, and that can make them a bad person despite the sympathy you may feel for them." He does this with Utsuro, Akane, and the Voids (sans Mikado). Hell even Syobai's FTE and character profile has him go, "Despite my situation, I still chose to be an awful person."

//Timeline Anon and I had a long discussion about this, and it’s probably the thing I dislike most about LINUJ’s writing. He seems to judge characters as bad and expects us to follow in his views.

//She brought it to my attention and it’s really apparent when you take a look: the Another series is actually a very cynical series when you get right down to it. All the villainous characters either end up dying or stagnating, all the kind and happy characters go through hell and/or end up dying, all suggestions that they could ever atone are written off as impossible, and all the interesting or sympathetic details about them get flattened for the sake of plot beats he wants.

//Yet at the same time, he writes them with sympathetic backstories and gives them understandable motives. I can understand writing morally ambiguous characters, and I would applaud it if this seemed like something he was doing intentionally, but it really seems like the only one who gets any kind of genuine development is Rei.

//LINUJ is not a bad writer, but he’s a painfully inconsistent one. He’s happy to completely rewrite one chapter because he was impressed with a canon game’s work, but still commit to an original idea he had for it, yet he’ll completely rewrite a different chapter because it was too similar to another game’s work.

//Characters are presented as either irredeemable or sympathetic-until-proven-awful, or they just get consistently screwed over by the universe as a way to make us sympathize with them. Trauma is not character development, fellow writers.

//And those who don’t go through hell don’t grow. Iroha is easily the worst example of how static his characterization can get, which confuses the hell out of me because he’s clearly capable of writing characters who can change and grow. That was what I liked about Hibiki before Chapter 3 happened.

//Call me old-fashioned or whatever, but I prefer my stories with actual character development, where it actually seems like there’s a point to what they’re going through. If a character isn’t phased by anything that happens, doesn’t learn anything and comes out of it worse, I simply have to ask what the point of telling this story even was.

//I don’t like stories where all the characters are consistently awful, get worse and none of them grow. It’s not something that interests me, no matter how much people scream at me about “realism.” Stories ignore realism at their leisure, and evoking cynical and misanthropic perspectives will not justify their inclusion if it makes the story bad.

//Furthermore, as I said before, trying to enforce audience reactions to characters is a fool’s errand. Let people make their own conclusions about your characters, rather than telling them who they should and shouldn’t root for. It’s your job as a writer to provide the view and the evidence for them to make those conclusions, not police their reactions.

//tl;dr- just write your story and characters, and stop trying to micromanage

[babbushka]

Open Heaven’s Gates

Ancient Emperor!Kylo Ren x Goddess!Reader x KOR

3.2k - Content Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy/pregnant!reader; Graphic descriptions of violence and gore against a minor character (mutilation, torture, human sacrifice); NSFW (gangbang, double penetration, blow jobs, hand jobs) 

Dedicated to the very patient @safarigirlsp​, thank you for inspiring this oneshot! 

Available on AO3 

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It is the darkest hour of night, in your temple.

The window to the heavens has been opened wide, and as Kylo looks up through the marble pillars, as he casts his gaze towards the stars and sees how brightly they shine, he feels a shudder of divinity rush through his body.

Clothed in nothing but jewelry made of gold and precious stones, he opens his blood-slicked palms to the pitch-black sky. It is the darkest hour, and yet the Empire is wide awake, has filled this temple to the brim. The lamps are all lit, flickering flares of warm yellow light cast stark shadows across the walls of your temple, across a thousand faces. Citizens are quiet as they watch, as they bare witness to the events which are about to take place, the sacrifice which must be made.  

They too are watching, they are listening, the Goddesses.

They watch, and they wait. 

Kylo will not disappoint them.

Kylo kneels before the statue made of marble which he has come to worship. As crimson drips down his back from lashes he’s carved himself, he prays – until the touch of your soft fingers brushes across his shoulders, and his eyes snap open.

“I can feel it.” You hum, your hands fully cupping his shoulders, massaging the muscles there. He is so tense, a low hiss of air puffs out of his lungs while you tip his head back to rest against your pregnant stomach. He regards you, beautiful as ever even though you are upside down, as you ask, “Are you ready?”

For a moment, Kylo is lost in your eyes. There is a knowing depth there, something ancient and new all at once, a millennia of knowledge behind fresh irises. Through you and you alone, the Goddesses speak, and through you and you alone, may they be appeased.

“I’m always ready for you.” Kylo bites at his bottom lip, before coming to his full height and facing you. He relishes in the way you have to crane your neck to look up at him, he loves how you love to look at him. Kylo does not break eye contact with you as he raises his blooded fingers to your cheek and shouts loudly so that all may hear, “Bring him in!”

A dozen of the high guard rush the temple, carrying high above their heads a bound and gagged man. They throw him to the floor with little elegance or grace, not that he is deserving of any. This man is one that Kylo recognizes as one of the lower guards. He is of middle age, his eyes an unnerving shade of blue. They are bloodshot red, a sign that he has been crying. Let him cry, Kylo scoffs to himself, a thought that you seem to echo as you appraise him.

“Stand tall, pig.” Kylo’s voice is booming, commanding, deep as it rings through the temple. “Stand before your fellow citizens of my kingdom and hold your chin high, let them see who is to be sacrificed tonight.”

“I – please, your majesty – please -- !” The ex-guard scrambles to his feet to the best of his ability, and though he is tied by ropes and chains, he manages to his feet.

The empire casts judgement down onto him, for they have been told of his crimes, they have been told of his violence and cruelty against the innocent women in this village. They shout and spit from their seats, jeers and boos and hisses, rage restrained only by Kylo’s hand.

They have no sympathy for this man.

Neither do you.

“Begging will do nothing for you now.” You give him your most stone-faced glare, and before the ex-guard can even reply, Kylo has his teeth bared.

“Look upon the scum which walks among us.” He bellows, back bleeding steadily from where he has given himself the ceremonial lashes. The Empire is in a trance at his words, they are bloodthirsty, they seek violence. “Cast your eyes down to him, so that he may be filled with shame for the actions he has committed.”

The shoutsjeersbooshisses only increase in volume, as the citizens play their part for this ritual.

“Kneel!” Kylo procures a long blade from a small table which has been set up for the evening’s events. He slices the back of this sacrifice’s kneecaps, and down he goes with a guttural scream as blood streams from the wounds. “Kneel before the glory of the Goddess who stands before you.”

You are shocked and offended, when the sacrifice turns his gaze towards you. Those eyes are too blue, blue but blank. This is not a man who is sorry for his actions, but rather a man who is fearful of the punishment which comes with getting caught.

“How dare you look at her as if you are worthy of her visage.” Kylo catches him once again, for Kylo did not say he may look at you.

With the very same blade, Kylo carves deep gashes into the man’s skull. His strong thighs hold the man steady as those blue eyes are ripped torn sheared away from the writhing thrashing screaming body below him. The citizens cheer, they applaud and clap their hands, stamp their feet, whistle.

Chest heaving, naked body stained deep red with blood, Kylo holds the eyes out to you for your inspection.

Blue, too blue. You hate them.

“It is time.” You nod.

You kneel underneath the portal to the heavens, that window which has been carved from the roof of your temple. Kylo is slightly behind you, for he never dares to be ahead of you in any way, he is far too reverent, he adores you, worships you too strongly to put himself ahead.

“O heavenly bodies above us, hear our plea,” Your voice is loud and clear, and all silence themselves to hear you. “Take this man as a sign of our devotion, may the blood that spills echo that of our enemies. We offer him to you, one of our own for one of theirs.”

“An eye for an eye.” Kylo gets up then, places the eyes in a small basket on the altar, the statue of you which stretches far up into the air, nearly touches the Goddesses themselves.

He turns back to the blinded man, stabs the blade through his chest and plunges his hand inside the wound, tears out the man’s still beating heart as he screams and screams and screams. You wonder when the shock will kill him, when he will be silenced forever more.

“Pulse for pulse.” Kylo shakes with rage, blood splattered in beautiful arcs across his cheek, spattering up the scar which bisects his face. The heart in his hand stills, and he places the organ in another small basket next to the eyes.

Kylo passes you the blade, and you slit the sacrifice’s throat and wrists. He bleeds out onto the marble tile flooring, hemorrhaging, voids where his eyes should be black and red. It brings you great satisfaction to see him suffer this way, after he put the women of your care, of your Empire through so much suffering himself.

“I invite the people to rip this man limb from limb, a display of our power and a vision of victory! Show the Goddesses what we intend to inflict upon our enemies.” Kylo finally allows the citizens to pour onto the temple floor from their seats. “Come down and steal the last breaths of life from he who I may not give the dignity of calling a man.”

You grin, and with a small golden bowl which has been set on that very same small table, you pool up some of the blood that gushes from the wounds on the sacrifice. Handing the bowl to Kylo, your fingers brush against one another, and you can only smile wider.  

“Follow me.” You whisper.

As if he were in a trance, Kylo walks behind you, hot on your heels, never wanting to be so far from you. You lead him through a back door behind the statue, his hands soaked with crimson, trickling and streaming down his arms, dripping in little spots on the floor. The citizens behind you are in a frenzy, the sound of cracking snapping bones and happy cheers masquerading that of the door closing.

It is like another world in here, in this back room.

Kylo performs many rituals with you here, bloody and clean alike. A thousand candles are lit against the circular wall, the ceremonial bed is freshly made with clean linen sheets. With the door closed this way, the noises from beyond the walls are muffled. You release a deep breath, and Kylo trains his eyes on you, on your magnificence.

Standing in place are the Knights of Ren. Five large men, naked aside from the helmets they wear and jewelry which adorns their body. You do not acknowledge them, though you know they are there, your thighs already clenching because you know why they are there.

And oh, you cannot wait.

“Undress her.” Kylo orders, and softly, slowly, they do as they are told.

You do not wear much, a single layer of fabric draped beautifully, intricately across your shoulders. A belt made of braided gold is unclasped from your waist, and the Knights are reverent, their heads bowed, as they lift the rich purple silk away from you. Their hands are like ghosts, barely there and yet your skin turns to flame in their wake.

Kylo walks around and around you, keeps close to the curved walls. He appraises you, takes your pregnant body in. The harvest ritual had been a success, the Goddesses had blessed you with a child – that had been a success, and Kylo was determined for this to be a success as well.

The Knights caress you, worship you the way Kylo worships you. You smile at him, at Kylo, where you know he is hiding in the shadows of the candles.

“Lie down, beloved.” Kylo instructs, and before you can take so much as one step, the Knights are there with their arms around you.

Lifting you off the floor, they carry your naked body to the bed. Though this is a sacred space, a blessed space, your feet are too precious to touch the floor. You allow yourself to be laid down, the bed soft and comfortable, sheets cool to your overheated skin.

Kylo steps forward then, the golden bowl in his hands. He has a paintbrush, and your thighs quiver, legs falling open for him as he comes closer to the bed.

Even strokes decorate your flesh with the blood, as he writes across your skin.

Kylo is methodical, careful, as he dips the end of the brush into the bowl and soaks the fibers through, smearing it in intricate letters and sigils.

It is a prayer for victory, one that he hopes by adorning your body with, it’ll be even louder heard up in the heavens above.

“My body is their body,” Your eyes slip closed, remaining as still as possible while Kylo decorates you with the calligraphy. Your voice is not barely above a whisper, but it sounds so loud in this small room. “Revere me as you revere them, pleasure me so they may be pleased.”

The brush tickles your arms, the secret parts of your sides, your large round stomach, your soft thighs, the arch of your foot. He spells it out in the languages of old, the ones only you and he and the stars know. You are divine, you are sacred, and he takes his time to get these words right, these sigils must be drawn perfectly, or else this will have been for naught.

“Pleasure me, and be pleased.” You say again, this permission being given to them all, to the Knights.

They are hesitant for just a moment, because they know Kylo will kill them with one wrong move. They may be the most elite warriors and his most trusted guards, but they are replaceable, expendable. Everyone was, everyone aside from you.

With their helmets on, you do not know who is who. One of the men climbs onto the bed, you sit up to make room for him on the narrow mattress. He lifts you so that you straddle his hips, sinking down onto his cock with ease. You had spent the day getting prepared by your husband, he who had made sweet and passionate love to you to warm you up, stretch you pleasantly so that you might take these men with ease.

“Ohh, yes,” You sigh, settling down onto it.

Leaning against the chest of the knight underneath you, a second one climbs onto the bed and moves forward, hooks his arms underneath your knees and bends them up so that he can sink his cock into your pussy alongside his partner.

“Yes – more, I want more.” You moan, your head tipping back and eyes closing. The stretch is unbelievable, and your ribcage expands as he shallowly thrusts himself inside, his cock working alongside that of the knight underneath you.

A third kneels over your chest rubs the head of his cock against your tongue. You take a deep breath through your nose and he pushes his dick down your throat in slow little thrusts that have your throat stretching around him. Kylo’s much bigger, and you’ve swallowed him with ease, you are not so concerned about this man’s.

“Be careful with her.” Kylo demands of the knight down your throat, and you hum around the length which is stuffed in your mouth, hum in thanks.

The final two men each claim one of your breasts into their mouths, guiding your hands to their hard erections to jerk them off as they crowd against you on either side of the mattress.

“Good.” Kylo says, as he watches these men take you.

You know he’ll have his turn with you, he’ll have the final turn, the only turn that matters. But you need to be properly fucked out, blissed out of your mind, overstimulated, and this is the fastest way to accomplish that goal.

It very quickly becomes overwhelming, the pleasure from all sides, all avenues. You drool all over yourself as the cock in your mouth fucks your skull, hard hard hard and fast, tears hot and stinging the corners of your eyes. Your pussy is stretched and hot, wet and slick, so slick that the sound of their dicks rubbing against one another inside of you fills the room loudly.

“Feel this, Goddesses above.” Kylo whispers as he comes to the top of the bed, his hands warm and wet with blood cupping your cheeks where you rest on the shoulder of the knight below you, that shoulder acting as a pillow for your beautiful head. “Feel how full she is, all for you, everything for you.”

Hands are all over you, they’re all over, bending you and moving you in ways that give you more pleasure, give them a deeper better angle so that you might cry out for the Goddesses to hear. Your stomach is rubbed, caressed, the bump which juts out beautifully is lavished with attention. They rub the blood into your skin, smear the sigils and the letters which Kylo so carefully painted – but this is the point, the purpose, and they do their job well.

As do you, your hips widening for the pounding they give you, the muscles under your breasts flexing as your nipples are sucked and pinched and licked, your throat relaxing and tightening as need be. The grunts and groans and sighs and moans above you make your clit throb, and you don’t know how many fingers there are, pressing and rubbing and smacking at it for your body to shake and tremble the way it does.

“Good girl,” Kylo whispers still, hands cupping caressing stroking your cheeks, your jaw, as your mouth is stretched wide to be fucked, “Beautiful girl, bring us to victory.”

Like this you are reduced to nothing more than the sensations of pleasure. Your body sings, chants, begs and pleads for more more more, and they give it to you. Hands and dicks and tongues and teeth are all over you, marking you, giving you what you desire. Your limbs shake and shudder violently as your nerves grow alight, as sparks fly behind your eyelids.

Your back arches and you come with a shattering orgasm, you come so hard that your jaw moves to snap shut, and the knight in your throat must pull out quickly so he isn’t severely injured.

“Ohhh!” You shout, your vocal cords free, gasping in breaths quickly and harshly, your back arched and your toes curled, your entire body trembling as you shout, “Kylo! I want you Kylo.”

At once, the bodies which have surrounded you are pulled away. They are all still hard, no one but you has come yet, just as is intended. They leave the room to give you both privacy, and to take care of themselves alone.

No one is dared allowed to come inside you, no one but Kylo – and even he feels unworthy as he rests you softly, sweetly on your back, pushes his cock inside your aching throbbing drenched pussy.

“I want you to come in me.” You wail, hiccup around his lips as he kisses you, as his tongue wriggles hot and wet against yours.

He holds you steady as he thrusts evenly into you, your legs wracked with tremors as he smears the last of the blood. You are gorgeous, divine, glowing from the inside out, your eyes rolled back into your head, all knowing, all seeing.

And then, just then, as his hand is placed on your stomach, he feels something move inside you. A kick, he thinks, the gentle nudge of life that he himself has helped you to conceive, and before he even knows what’s happening he is doubled over you, collapsing as he comes hard.  

“Thank you,” He whispers, as his cock throbs and tears stream down from his eyes. He does not know to whom he sends his thanks, all he knows is that he hopes they hear him, so he says it again and again, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Your breathing is beginning to even out, even as your body shivers and jolts from pleasure. Kylo’s hand drops to your clit and he swirls little zig-zags and circles, pinches and presses at it, wanting to keep you in bliss, wanting to keep you warm and wet and filled with come.

“Win this war for me.” You say, words slurred from how drunk off the pleasure you are. “Win for me, for our Empire. For our son.”

“It’s a boy?” Kylo wrenches his salt-stung eyes open to stare at you imploringly, pleadingly.

Your eyes are lidded heavily, but you grin wide and that grin is dazzling in the light of the candles. Kylo has not cared one way or the other, he will love this child just the same no matter how they come, but the knowledge of a prince fills him with such joy he cannot help but weep.

“Win, and return to me to find out.” You tuck his sweaty hair behind his ears with a pleasure weak hand, and Kylo hopes beyond hope that what you have done together tonight will be more than enough, to secure such a victory, to open heaven’s gates.

[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 4 | " BREWING A SCHEME "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.5k

taglist: @serendipitysung (betareader) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @fluffi @gyeraniee @stxrryemxlys

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The evening was getting more vivacious as several eligibles twirl around the dance floor not once, but multiple times now; some ladies with different men, as some with the same ones they initially danced with.

The young lord with a hearty appetite approaches his best friend who is sitting alone on the large couch by the lobby. “Where’ve you been? I thought you ran away to the garden with some man.” Sunoo softly chuckles as he plops down beside Y/n with a table napkin in hand. The young miss had her head hung low when he approached her so it took him a while to notice her flushed cheeks and soft sniffles.

“Hey there, come now. What's wrong?”

“Am I that unattractive, Sunoo?” The boy gulps down at her when she suddenly turns to him with a frown. His lips form into that of a slight smile as he carries the napkin towards her flushed cheeks, gently wiping off the tears that stream down her face. He swears internally at the thought that someone seemingly insulted her for her insecurities to pop out again. Sunoo could only presume it was his doltish brother’s doing this time.

“Where is this suddenly coming from, Y/n?”

She sniffs heavily. “Jungwon-”

“That dimbo-”

“we were dancing when he said my eyes were beautiful. But it wasn't long until he excused himself, quickly rushed out and disposed of me like an old, useless book lying on the library floor. I'm completely certain I never said anything wrong for him to suddenly act like that.” Sunoo can only sigh in exasperation while rubbing the corseted back of his very dear friend.

“Am I horrifying?” Her bottom lip juts out as she huffs out a long, dragging sigh. Sunoo’s eyebrows furrow in fume.

“Hey, don’t say that! If you are, then Lord Heeseung wouldn’t probably dance with you out there like you’re his coveted treasure. But of course, he looks at every woman he’s ever acquired like that.”

“He was very charming, though. But whoever wants to be another trophy in his snobby rack of possessions anyway?”

“Oh! Every woman in the ton, babe.” The two rolls their eyes and share a teasing laugh afterwards.

“Sorry about my brother. He's just plain stupid.” Sunoo rests his head on the young miss’ lap. Her hand hovers above him as her flimsy fingers softly rake his luscious locks, fingertips gradually glazing his scalp with the softest, careful touch he's ever felt.

“It's so frustrating, you know? He’d look at you with a smile and the next, he frowns. He’d say you're beautiful and the next, he acts like you're hideous. He'd talk to you nicely like he's very fond of you and then in a split second, he shifts into a complete asshole. No offense.”

“Now that's one way to word it! He's got his brain in a rust. Mother would sometimes think about shaking his head to get it up and running.”

“How about we put on a good show?” The two jolt from their seats and quickly turn to the owner of the baritonal voice. Sunoo stands up in a jiff followed by Y/n, as they curtsy in sync. “Your Grace.”

“Please, Lord Sunghoon will do-”

“Your Grace! How lovely, dear, would you be kind enough to grace our floor with your enchanting waltz?"

The three bows affront the Queen who abruptly appears from one of the arched entrances. With a carefully coiffed beehive and shiny Swarovski jewels draping around the updo, Sunoo almost gasps out loud at the stunning sight that is the Queen.

"I’d be happy to oblige, Your Highness." The marquess turns to the young miss with a raised brow. “My lady?”

Y/n’s eyes widens at the sudden request. The Queen looks at her in anticipation. “Oh! Uh.. y-yeah...”

Sunoo subtly nudges her from the back and she was quick enough to clear her throat and redeem herself. “I mean, yes, Your Grace. It’d be a pleasure to dance with you.” She extends her hand for the very fine marquess only to have the back of her palm softly kissed by the ever handsome lad. “The pleasure’s entirely mine, my lady.”

He gently pulls her from her fingers and soon enough, they find themselves dancing alone gracefully on the Royal Court as the ton circles around them with amused whispers and mouths ajar, caught in the depths of such awestruck sight.

The lad has his hand resting politely on the slightly arched back of the lass, with the other hand carefully gripping hers as they sway and twirl in elegant motions along the grand tune from the pianoforte. With a close-hold stance, it is without a doubt that the two can feel each other's breaths of tension and agitation.

“Are you okay? You're downright flushed, it's starting to concern me. Is it perhaps the corset you're wearing?” Sunghoon whispers against the space almost enclosing them. She fixes her gaze upon the mole on his nose bridge and wonders how someone can possibly look this ethereal even with all these on random parts of the face.

“Miss Park,” He steals her attention from the pretty dots on his magnificent face that resulted in her now fixing her gaze upon the marquess’ eye-piercing stare. “are you alright?”

“Uh-huh.” She smiles naturally as if she didn't almost gag from anxiety a few moments ago. Despite the obvious lie, the young miss earns a soft chuckle from the gentleman. “They don't call me the lie-detector for nothing, Miss Park. Your shaky breaths against my presence is enough proof that you're not at ease. Might I add, you cannot even look straight into my eyes for more than three seconds.” He chuckles lightly.

“It's just… I’m just…” She shudders.

“Let's go get some air now, shall we?” It was very timely that the music ended when the marquess suggested a change of scenery. The crowd applauded at the spectacular performance the two had put on and it wasn't for long when everyone joined in the center of the hall to dance once more.

His other hand steadies on Y/n’s back while the other is holding her hand as he carefully avoids the ton's eyes. The ton swarms the floor and Sunghoon takes it as a perfect timing to sneak out the royal court and out in the open.

What they didn't know is that one person caught them; and he was just standing at the very corner of the room cautiously eyeing them the entire time with an obnoxious, deafening regret swallowing him from his gut.

Under the incandescent gleam of the chandeliers stands Yang Jungwon, a boy who just had his heart crushed by the mere sight of torture for his soul and a brainrotting guilt for giving away the woman to not just an apparent threat with a face that screams trouble, but to an all-knowing, remarkable snake who perfectly knows how to play his cards right.

The moment they step foot on the grassy lawn across the royal staircase, the two continuously huff out exhales of reliefs and share a rather boisterous laugh afterwards.

“Didn't think we'd get past them, did you?” Sunghoon, with both hands on his waist, huffs out shaky breaths while looking at the almost helpless miss who’s now wiping her forehead with the back of her thumb.

Sunghoon fishes out a small piece of cloth from his pocket and walks closer Y/n leaving the two a tiny gap of distance. “May I?” He offers to which Y/n responds with a light nod. He gently taps her forehead from the sweat of anxiousness and the sneaking out they did a while back.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He twitches his head to get a good view of her face and before he knew it, he was locking his eyes on hers.

“Forgive me, it's just, your eyes, they're... divine. I’m completely charmed.” Y/n blinks twice at the pithy remark from the favorable marquess. Almost all thoughts of her dearest lord vanished at that striking remark from another fine nobleman.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion. “the idea of putting on a good show?”

“I thought we just did?” She questions.

“Not the dance. I meant we should play pretend. Only if you wish to, of course.”

“Pardon me, Your Grace, but I don't think I’m catching up.”

Sunghoon almost sighs in frustration but quickly stifles it with a chuckle. “Forgive me for eavesdropping back there but I couldn't help myself. A chap gave you a heartbreak?”

“A longtime crush that I couldn't ever acquire attention from let alone a good moment.” Sunghoon lets out an amused smile with a jerked brow.

“Let's play a game.” He snaps. “Two witches brew a scheme to make the perfect concoction of envy. Whoever indulges the contents will either conceal their long-hidden truth, or swallow it down until all there's left is nothing but void. What do you say?” Sunghoon playfully smirks at the young miss who seems very impressed with the whole ploy.

“I’d say cheers to that!”

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beloved, your face has cast some magic on me

'Every weekday at 1:15 p.m. precisely, Lan Wangji drives 52 feet from the Sylvia Blvd-Johnson St intersection and turns right into the entrance of Red Lotus Diner.'

In which Wei Wuxian is a hot carhop and Lan Wangji simps.

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Every weekday at 1:15 p.m. precisely, Lan Wangji drives 52 feet from the Sylvia Blvd-Johnson St intersection and turns right into the entrance of Red Lotus Diner. He places his order - one yogurt parfait and a large cookie, every time - and waits quietly. To passersby, he looks stoic and distant, which is just as well. It wouldn’t do to have them know that his bones are trying to vibrate out of his skin.

After only a few minutes, he catches the sound of wheels rolling on gravel. Rolling towards him, closer and closer, a pattern of sounds that make his heart race faster as it gets louder. He turns his head slightly, and his eyes catch a red ribbon. It’s the same shade as the glossy lips grinning at him.

“Lan Zhan!” exclaims Wei Wuxian, and they do the little spin - oh heavens, thinks Lan Wangji dazedly, despite the fact that they do this every time - that makes their skirt twirl around them as they rest against his car door. “A-Zhan, Zhanzhan, Lan-er-gege, hello! Here’s your usual!”

“Wei Ying. Good afternoon,” says Lan Wangji softly, a stark contrast to the chaos in his head. It’s worse than the Fourth of July in there - louder and brighter and sharper and so very explosive. He applauds himself for keeping his cool and not crying at the sight of Wei Wuxian’s ethereal self.

They start regaling the happenings of their day and the latest news - “I bugged Qing-jie until she spilled and guess what, she and Cang Liqiu finally got together, it’s been forever I swear” and “You should’ve heard Jiang Cheng’s scream this morning, it was hilarious, this makes me first in our prank war” - as they hand over the tray, but Lan Wangji is only partly paying attention. Wei Wuxian’s fingers brush against his, a brief touch, and his mind completely shatters. Electricity sparks and zips ups his hand, travels along his nerves and spears through every inch of his body, and it takes every ounce of his focus to clamp down on a shudder. He curls his toes in his shoes and grinds his teeth together.

Wei Wuxian tosses their head, hair in their signature ponytail, and huffs to get their bangs out of their eyes. Lan Wangji wants to kiss them.

“Anyway,” they laugh, “How’s Jingyi doing? You said last time he had just about mastered Chopsticks.”

It is Lan Jingyi who Lan Wangji is on his way to meet. A distant relative of his, and close friend to Wei Wuxian’s son and nephew, whom he was teaching the piano. His lessons begin at 2:00 p.m. precisely every weekday. Lan Wangji is fond of him, and glad to speak of him. He tries not to look at Wei Wuxian directly, lest he combust.

“Jingyi is progressing well. He performed The Celebrated Chop Waltz for his school talent show. They did not give awards. However, should they have, he would have likely placed.” Having excessive pride is forbidden, but Lan Wangji does not. Whatever one may say of his personality, Jingyi is an excellent and dedicated student with much skill and potential.

Wei Wuxian smiles bright and delighted, as they always do when they hear about children. If they don’t stop doing that right this instance, Lan Wangji might do something ridiculous, like consider taking a chance and kissing them right in this parking lot.

“Aye, Lan Zhan, so proud of your student! And just as well, huh? Jingyi’s a brilliant little thing, it’s no wonder A-Yuan loves him,” they say. “That actually reminds me, A-Yuan’s been mentioning this for a while but I-”

Lan Wangji does not hear what A-Yuan was mentioning because his 1:30 p.m. alarm goes off. He is irritated enough that he nearly scowls, but thankfully Wei Wuxian’s vibrant presence makes it difficult to be very upset.

“Oh, I’ve kept you too long! You better get going! I’ll tell you later, after shift. Give Jingyi my love, and tell him A-Yuan and his Baba are very proud of him!”

“Mn,” replies Lan Wangji, and refrains from asking if they have some love to spare for him too. “I can pick you up from the university after your last class.”

Wei Wuxian brightens further at this. “Sure, sure, thanks Lan Zhan! You can come and visit A-Yuan if you want, he always wants to see you.” They glance at the clock and their eyes widen. “Wow, yea, ok, you really need to go, and I need to get back to work. I’ll see you later, ok?”

They turn around and skate forward, towards the lot-side entrance of their family’s diner, and Lan Wangji takes a deep breath. He is about to internally lament the loss of Wei Wuxian’s proximity, except they abruptly halt and hesitate, before quickly spinning around and rolling back to his car. He arches a brow slightly in confusion and wonders if telepathy is real. He’s about to open his mouth and ask what’s wrong, because for all that he loves Wei Wuxian, they both really do need to go to work.

And then Wei Wuxian darts forward and kisses his cheek, and his mind completely blanks. His conscience has been reduced to a white void. He has no thoughts, only radio static.

“Um, bye Lan Zhan,” they say quietly, face flushed - Lan Wangji’s thoughts briefly come back online to wonder if that blush spreads further - and skate away so quickly one would think Jiang Wanyin was chasing his down.

It takes Lan Wangji a moment to be acceptably functional, and another to be functional enough to drive. Typically, he arrives at Jingyi’s house 10 minutes before the lesson is to begin, giving him time to set up as Jingyi works through the cookie from the diner. Today, he is only on time, not early, so Jingyi has to wait until after the lesson. Lan Wangji has to hurry a bit setting up so that he wastes no more time.

Later that day, when he goes to pick up Wei Wuxian, he makes them take responsibility for their actions by pressing them against his car and kissing them hard and slow.

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[giorno-plays-piano]

Can I please request yandere Steve from a parallel universe or some magic world who can enter reader's dreams?

OH WOW! This is a perfect plot!! Thank you, dear!

Guardian of dreams

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking through dreams, kidnapping.

Words: 1519.

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“See you in three moons, soldier.” You winked, leaving a gentle kiss on his bruised cheek, and Steve reached out to your face, rubbing circles on your chin with his dirty finger.

His hands were pretty busted up, his beaten body hurt - in this dream he was a deserter who turned against his government and joined you, a pirate, in your journeys. You tried finding the end of the Earth, and he loved every day he spent by your side on a ship in the middle of nowhere. He fought against other pirates and Royal Navy, sank ships, smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish, but, most of all, he got to touch you. In this dream he was your lover, and Steve felt like he was on the top of the world.

But all good things must come to an end, and for you it was time to wake up.

“But three moons is so long,” he muttered, looking at you through his long light eyelashes and biting on his lower lip. You smiled at him cheekily and gave him one more kiss - Steve tasted like blood, sweat and cheap rum.

“I’ll come back to you,” you promised, giving him a pat on the shoulder, “I always do.”

With that Steve watched you turning your back to him and slowly walking away somewhere to the pier surrounded by a thick white fog. When your distant figure disappeared from his view completely, Steve cried out on the top of his voice, clenching his bruised fists and squeezing his eyes shut. You didn’t hear him, already waking up in your warm comfy bed.

To you, these dreams were just a product of your magical imagination - your own little world created by your brain while you were asleep. You could never remember Steve’s face clearly as every time you woke up his features became somewhat distorted, blurry, and every time he was just some character inside your dream. Today he was a soldier. Two days ago he had been a warlock, and a week ago your colleague. He had always been there, inside your mind, but every time he was different - he even looked different, bearded or clean-shaved, blonde or dark-haired, skinny or beefy. But he had always been a part of your dream, a part of you, and without him the nights just weren’t the same.

Slowly waking up, you yawned and stretched in your bed, grasping your huge white pillow. Oh, this dream was a very good one. It’s a shame it ended so quickly, you thought and decided to get up to get ready for work before your alarm rang.

Aside from these dreams, you life was quite ordinary: an office worker with a stable, but rather boring job; you were still single despite your family attempts to fix you up with some decent man, and nothing particularly exciting awaited you in the nearest future, but you were alright with it. You had a good life, you thought.

Steve, on the other hand, had been in a state of utter despair for many months. It all started rather innocently as he decided to peep into a new colorful dream he stumbled upon and got curious, but then he suddenly got sucked in it as if you wanted him to be a part of it. He found himself in the middle of an enchanted forest, surrounded by elves and fairies, and realized he had ethereal wings on his back and a flower crown on his head. You were a curious little girl who got lost in the woods, and Steve became your charming guide, showing you the forest you yourself had created. 

“She's mad, but she's magic.“ He thought that time, leading you out of the woods straight to your bed when you started to wake up.

Being with you was fun. Steve enjoyed hearing your voice, listening to your stories, walking side by side with you, his little Alice - for you were little Alice that time, just a bit different one comparing to the original. He was lucky to stumble upon your dream again, and Steve entered it without hesitation. He ended up being a sick skinny boy laying in bed all the time, and you were taking care of him as his nurse. Though it was quite painful comparing to your first dream, Steve still liked it when you were kissing his forehead and wrapping him in warm blankets. 

Of course, he entered your third dream immediately as he saw it. He was keeping doing it all the time, forgetting about his own life in the magic realm and thinking of nothing but being close to you. It was an addiction, his friend Sam said, but Steve couldn’t be far away from you for too long. He just couldn’t.

Wandering the dark forest now as he ended up being thrown into his reality again after you woke up, he kept screaming and crying, feeling abandoned and forgotten. Oh, he wanted to be with you. He wanted to enter your world and see you asleep in your comfy bed, kiss your warm cheeks and smile at you when you would open your eyes and see he was here, with you.

He kept searching for a way to stay with you for longer than he could remember.

One more night, one more dream. Dressed in a fancy ballroom gown with frills and bows, your hair changing once in a few hours - all different colors and shapes and styles - you were trying to complete a quest you yourself had created but forgot about it. Steve wore an elaborate red, blue and white suit that looked like an imperial military uniform with a wide silk baldric and even carrying a sword - not a real one, though. He gained a bit of weight, he thought as he  touched his chubby cheeks and saw his rounding belly. It appeared Steve was a married middle-aged man in this dream, and he was married to you.

Married. It was the first time. Smiling and watching you through the glasses on his nose, Steve hurried after you, storming in search of answers. This time you were in a castle, and there was a carnival as people kept dancing or sneaking around, trying to solve the riddles. Steve wasn’t sure why the quest was important.

“Hurry, darling!” You asked him, motioning your husband to come closer to you while you stood near the shod gate to a little chapel, looking at the royal cyphers and odd symbols engraved on black steel. “I need you help.”

“I’m here, honey.” Steve smiled, rubbing your gentle hand in a white silk glove as he stared at the gate, trying to understand what you were looking for. “Remind me, why are we doing this again?”

“You silly!” You chuckled, your face growing hot from his little signs of affection. “We need to solve all the riddles to break free from the castle until midnight, otherwise we will stay here for the whole year before the next masquerade.”

Ooh. Yes, it sounded nice. It was exactly what Steve wanted - making your dream stay longer so he could use his magic to enter your realm while your spirit was trapped here. He could never even wish for this opportunity, and you were giving it to him yourself. 

Oh, you loved him. You most definitely loved him and were ready to give him a chance.

“Huh, let me have a look.” He whispered, propping his glasses on his nose and coming closer to the gate. “I think this cypher doesn’t match other ones.”

“I guess you’re right. Anyway, if we get the wrong one, the gate will remain close, so we will know.”

Smiling, Steve carefully withdrew a metal cypher that quickly popped up from the gate as if it wanted to be taken away, and the gate opened in front of you while you applauded your smart lovely husband. Watching your pretty face shining, the man bowed to you a little, making you go to the chapel first, and you hurried towards the stairs, not looking at him behind your back.

Taking one more cypher - the wrong one now - and locking the gate with a loud clanging, Steve smiled lovingly at you when you turned to face him behind the gate, your eyes growing wide.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” You asked him, not understanding why he left you here alone. “There are no more riddles here. Please, come, we need to enter the chapel.”

As you grabbed black iron bars, watching your husband with slight concern, Steve gave you a little peck on the lips quickly, hiding both cyphers in the pockets of his jacket. 

“My name is Steve, Y/N. I promise to come back shortly to you once I’ll bring your physical body here.”

When he pronounced the name you had never voiced in any of your dreams, probably unable to remember it in your sleep, your eyes shot open as you clamped a hand against your mouth, getting away from the gates. 

You realized you couldn’t wake up now.

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It’s Cold Outside

Title: It’s Cold Outside Summary: Christmas isn’t your favorite holiday. That is going to change soon. Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Prompt: #20 Baby It’s Cold Outside Warnings: Fluff, bad writing Word Count: 1306 (with lyrics) This was written for the Christmas Writing Challenge of @toomanystoriessolittletime

A/N: Prompt is bold and in italics | Hello! Sorry for the absence in the posting schedule. I had a few personal issues and I wasn’t able to post them. Hope you like it! Enjoy the reading!

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You weren’t too keen on celebrating the holidays. It wasn’t your favorite holiday, but you liked to spend time with your friends and family. Your mom invited your best friend Tom, you didn’t care he was coming, you loved him, but you knew that your mom did it because she had other intentions. 

Tom and you were very very good friends. You’ve been friends for a long time, and you couldn’t deny the beauty that Tom is. Truth is you’ve never made a move with him because the friendship suited both of you, and you never thought about him feeling the same way as you.

Your parents organized a huge Christmas party with some family members and a lot of friends from every member of your family. Probably there were like 50 people there, which meant lots of alcohol which led to embarrassing games and odd stories from the past.

Everyone was happily drunk, everyone laughing and playing games, cracking jokes, all of you were having an amazing time. Your mom had set up the karaoke, but nobody was playing with it. Tom went there and checked the mic

-Hello everyone! — he screamed to the mic Eveyone in the room started to applaud. He went to the computer and picked up a song, a Christmas song. -Y/N, dove. Come sing with me — he extended a hand He used that pet name again with you. He had stopped using it after his last relationship. You felt bad that his ex thought bad about you. He grew a little distant, but he kept in touch with you no matter what that girl thought. -You know I don’t sing, right? — You said grabbing his hand -I don’t believe you, babe. Is everyone ready? The song “Baby it’s cold outside” started and a smile appeared on your lips. Tom knew how much you loved that song, still, he had never listened to you singing it.

I really can't stay Baby, it's cold outside I've got to go away Baby, it's cold outside

When he heard you sing, his eyes went wide. He knew you were capable of singing, but your voice, he felt something inside, his eyes were sparkling. You noticed the way he was looking at you, you felt shy.

This evening has been Been hoping that you'd drop-in So very nice I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice My mother will start to worry Beautiful, what's your hurry? My father will be pacing the floor Listen to that fireplace roar So really I'd better scurry Beautiful, please don't hurry Well maybe just a half a drink more Put some records on while I pour

Each line you sang, you started to feel more comfortable, you started to enjoy it, and seeing Tom smiling, made your heart flutter. 

The neighbors might think Baby, it's bad out there Say, what's in this drink? No cabs to be had out there I wish I knew how Your eyes are like stars right now To break this spell I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell I ought to say no, no, no Sir Mind if I move in closer? At least I'm going to say that I tried What's the sense in hurting my pride? I really can't stay Baby, don't hold out Baby it's cold outside

You didn’t know if it was all the alcohol you’d drank, but it seemed like Tom was flirting with you by using the lyrics of the song. You decided to playback. Your friendship wasn’t at risk because you both were drunk and you weren’t going to remember anything.

I simply must go Baby, it's cold outside The answer is No But, baby, it's cold outside The welcome has been How lucky that you dropped in So nice and warm Look out the window at that storm My sister will be suspicious Gosh, your lips look delicious My brother will be there at the door Waves upon a tropical shore My maiden aunt's mind is vicious Gosh, your lips are delicious Well maybe just a cigarette more Never such a blizzard before

Tom fell in love more after each sentence. He wanted to have you by his side. He always believed you were an amazing friend, but he never thought you would be interested in him in a romantic way, but the way Y/N responded to his flirting, showed a different story. He was going to take advantage of it

I've got to get home But Baby, you'd freeze out there Say, lend me a comb? It's up to your knees out there You've really been grand I thrill when I touch your hand But don't you see? How can you do this thing to me?

Tom looked at your eyes and grabbed your hand. It was now or never, depending on her reaction he was going to act up or not. You felt your cheeks blushing, your heart was beating so hard that if the music wasn’t too loud he would’ve probably listened to it. You decided to intertwined your fingers with his and sang the last part of the song.

There's bound to be talk tomorrow Think of my life-long sorrow At least there will be plenty implied If you got pneumonia and died I really can't stay Get over that hold out Baby it's cold Baby it's cold outside

When you finish singing, you were expecting a kiss from him, the tension between you too was too thick.  Instead, he thanked the little audience and helped you get down of that little stage that was set up. 

-Can I invite you for a drink? — Tom asked you -Of course — you answered

He never let your hand go. It felt good against your hand, it was warm and they fitted perfectly, like if they were made for each other. He took you to a corner in the kitchen, it was a little bit more private than the living room and it was way quieter. It was better for talking. He handed you a beer and sat in front of you, keeping his hand near yours to keep the slight touches.

-What a beautiful voice you have — he said and you smiled shyly -I’m not as good as you are, Tom — you admitted -You are way better than me dove -I’m not. I just do it for fun, I don’t think I’ll be ever as good as you say it — you explained -Dove — he said grabbing your hand and getting closer to you — Your voice is incredible, you are amazing, and I know you don’t like to recognize it, but you are as good as me, hell, you are even better -Stop -Why? — Tom was confused — Is the truth -I can’t stand this — you said -What? I’m not following -You, being like this, and then you become cold because your dates don’t like me — you admitted

Tom got up leaving his beer on the counter. You fucked it up and you knew it. This was the end of your friendship. Tom stood right in front of you, he grabbed your face kissed you, you leaned against his warm touch. He was sweet and careful, he broke the kiss and looked at you -Why did you stop? — you asked him -Because I want to say that I love you. I always had and always will. I never thought you had feelings for me, that’s why I always reacted that way. I never meant to hurt you. You didn’t say anything, you just kissed him. You wanted to be in his embrace for the rest of your life -I love you too — you said between kisses Definitely, it was one of the best Christmas you ever had.

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If I Were You

Azul Ashengrotto x Fem!Reader

Your heart is broken... perhaps you can return the favor?

In the VIP room, as always, you met him. But today your feet felt heavy, and your heartbeat rang loud in your ears. How could you say it? How could you tell him your decision? How could you tell him that you no longer wanted to see him, that everything he asked of you had stretched you past your breaking point-

And he wouldn’t even let you make your relationship public. Something something weak spots, he had said.

Oh, but perhaps it was useless to even try to end things. Surely he would just find some way like always to gaslight you into changing your mind.

But when your teary confession was over, he seemed…

Unmoved.

“Of course, you’ll still play this Friday at the lounge, won’t you?”

He looked completely unaffected by your ultimatum. Same slight smile, same sly eyes.

You stared at him for several long seconds. For a moment, you were confused. What?

So… The past year had meant nothing? This had all been that easy for him to just drop?

He had squeezed every last bit of use out of you, and now you both knew there was nothing left.

Cold, hard, destructive reality set in.

“Of course I will.” You had smiled.

His smile had widened. “Excellent. I’m in your debt.”

Oh, not yet, but you will be.

That Friday night, you sat at the grand piano before the lounge’s clientele, pieced together and looking sharp. Never mind that it had taken you an hour to finish your makeup with your shaking hands, and that you had, distracted and sleep-deprived, nearly broken your foot missing a step entering the lounge. After all, you had agreed to perform one last time, and tonight was such a special night.

You waited for the din of the crowd to die down before speaking into the microphone.

“I have a particularly special piece that I prepared just for tonight,” you began.

You could see him in the same spot as always when you played, perched on a couch in the back, legs folded, hands crossed, looking so rapt and proud. Every Friday you played the piano, often original pieces, to draw in business for the lounge. You thought it was the least you could do to help your beloved Azul. And you used to feel so giddy, knowing that he was watching you so intently.

Now you recognized his smug expression as one of victory. He thought he was still getting what he wanted.

You bit your tongue for a moment to ground yourself. Now wasn’t yet the moment to lose yourself to rage.

“This piece is for a special someone,” you continued, playing off the coos from the crowd with a coy wink. “I’d even go so far as to say it comes straight from my heart.”

Now you’d piqued his curiosity. One of his eyebrows rose in a delicate arch.

Oh, just you wait for the surprise.

You arranged yourself, sitting up a bit straighter and adjusting the mic.

A few delicate notes to open with.

The crowd of students trilled quietly, leaning forward to hear better.

You began to sing.

“So many evenings spent beside you,

Planning out a life including you,

So many words to say

So many ways that I could ask you to stay…”

You swallowed as the melody built up.

“And now, you have a place in my heart

I never thought existed before

A place that burns, here,

Deep in my heart

You’ve made an art

Of the ways to lose my love.”

Now the words were really starting to set in. The audience looked confused. And Azul…

That smug smile was completely gone.

You hummed along to the melody as you continued to play. It seemed like the smile that had left him was creeping up your own lips as you met his gaze across the room.

Why did he look so victimized? He was the one who’d played you like the cold keys beneath your fingertips. He only ever wanted to take, and take, and take…

“You thought this was a one-player game

And I let you play me out with your words.

But wrath, with a vengeance, has came

You should have known before you promised the world…”

You were sick of it. You were sick of him. You resented him and everything about him. Every memory in your head that you once held close was tainted by your hatred. The thought of his smile, a smile that once set your heart pounding and your eyes shining in reverence, made you sick now. Only now, looking back, could you see the condescension in the pull of his lips. And his eyes…

Those eyes that you’d once compared to the ocean on a cold day were now flickering with fury. You’d never seen him so enraged, brows furrowed, upper lip curled.

Yes, those eyes were like the ocean on a frigid day. Cold, unfeeling, and threatening to pull you in, to drown you in the void.

Your fingers continued to dance across the keys, unaffected by the agony in your chest.

“What happens to woman

When man is a monster

Waiting to eat her heart at any moment?

Those pretty eyes

Are all full of lies,

Full of the things you told me

Entwined in the dark…”

The truth was, Azul had made a grave misstep. He thought of you as beneath him. And in thinking of you as harmless and weak, he had made himself vulnerable to you. He’d never made a habit of disclosing all of his thoughts to you, but bit by bit and between the lines, you came to know more about the ‘real Azul’ then he would’ve thought.

The power-hungry, bitter, insecure Azul.

“I wish I had never met you

If I could go back in time, I tell you

I’d have stopped my own breath

To avoid your trap.

And I bet you think that you’re just the best

Oh, I know you think you’re above the rest

Such a spineless man,

Your bluster no longer fools me.”

Were those tears in his eyes? Good. You wanted him to cry. You wanted him to scream in agony and tear at his hair, just as you used to behind closed doors. Every sharp jab of pain you had felt you wanted him to experience ten-fold.

Maybe then your shattered heart could find some peace.

It was time to wrap this up, though. Wetness on your cheeks was threatening to run away the concealer you’d had the foresight to apply beforehand in an effort to hide the redness of your eyes.

“If I were you, I’d watch out,

I will be there

Waiting for you to trip up

I hope you hate me

And drown in your own rage

Strangled by your regrets

The way I am.

When I remember the day we met

I wish we’d never come together

If I’d only known the real you.”

The last note rang out. There was silence for a moment, then the crowd began to applaud. You didn’t look at them. Your gaze was still fixated on Azul, who had finally stood.

His face was a mess of tears and flushed rage. He gritted his teeth, clearly searching for words that couldn’t make it past his tight throat, before spinning on his heel and shoving through the crowd towards the exit.

And just like that, it was over. You’d gotten exactly what you came for. Yet the rush of satisfaction was fleeting. It did nothing to replace the burn in your chest, or the pounding in your head. There was a gaping hole now where your soul had been, and the brief satisfaction offered to you through revenge was simply tossing debris into a bottomless pit. The dampness trailing down your cheeks had finally made its way to your neck, warm and itchy.

You closed the fallboard quietly and turned back to the mic.

“Thank you for having me, and good night.”

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The new cast member.. Part 1

A/N: Hi everyone, this is a new mini series where reader is cast as the new agent on Criminal Minds, and Matthew has the biggest crush on her! I’m not sure how many parts I’ll do yet, but hopefully more than three! 

Everyone placed their votes over the next month and you won, the crew just needed to get hold of you to ask you, if not, they’d go with the runner up, Jodie Comer.

Flashback

“Okay guys... We’re halfway into this series and we will start to film the next one in two months, but we need your input. After the departure of Agent Smith, we need a new agent and would like all of you to vote for who you’d like to be casted.” The director, Simon, began, “Obviously, we cannot guarantee that we will be able to please all of you, but we have had letters from fans with suggestions.”

“Those suggestions are Jodie Comer from Killing Eve, Y/N Y/S/N who’s a comedian from the U.K and has a Netflix special, Ellen Page from the Umbrella Academy and Phoebe Waller-Bridge from Fleabag.” Daniella, Simon’s assistant said, reading from her laptop.

“Isn’t Y/N Y/S/N the one you have a crush on?” Shemar whispered to Matthew.

Matthew’s cheeks flushed, “No.”

“Your cheeks say otherwise.” Kirsten said squishing his cheeks, unlike his character, Matthew loved PDA. “So cute.” She added.

“We can all vote for her if you want Matthew.” Thomas said sipping his coffee.

“She’s so funny, I think she has a gig here next month. We should all go.” A.J suggested to everyone on the table.

“She is. Matthew and I watched her comedy special on Netflix and I wet myself laughing.” Paget said as Matthew’s cheeks continued to flush as he sunk into his seat.

“I’ll sort tickets.” Daniella said, looking at her laptop. “Anyone who wants to go let me know by the end of Wednesday.”

“I don’t even think Y/N Y/S/N has an agent, so she is probably the easiest of the four to get hold of.” Matthew finally said.

“Are you going pretty boy?” Shemar asked Matthew with a smirk.

Matthew nods, “Yeah. Like Paget said, she’s hilarious.”

“And you totally have a crush on her.” A.J said as Matthew’s cheeks went red again as he sipped his coffee.

One month later, you are in California for your week run at a comedy venue whilst the cast and crew are getting in their seats whilst you are backstage going over your jokes again. It’s your last day of the show but you are here for a week more to explore the city.

“I can’t believe we get to see her live, one of the ushers said the venue was sold out for the entire week!” Kirsten said, all excited, just like her character, Penelope.

“Anyone want a drink from the bar?” Joe asked

“Sure, I’ll give you a hand.” Matthew said getting up. “Everyone want their usual?” He asks

They all nod.

At the bar

“Are you excited Matthew?” Joe asks, as he sips his beer.

“Yeah. I’m a bit nervous too, for some reason. I feel like I’m the one about to go on stage.” Matthew laughed to himself.

“It’s because you like her, we all know.” Joe said as Matthew sips his beer, rolling his eyes as he pays for the drinks as Joe paid for the ones at dinner.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the show is going to start in 10 minutes, if you’d all like to go the bathroom, get a drink from the bar, go for a cigarette, whatever, I don’t care, just be back in 10 minutes. Oh, and exclusively for my last show here, I’m doing a 30 minute Q&A after the show so if you tweet your questions to me with the hashtag #asky/nshit , my Twitter name/handle is @Y/T/N and I will answer some of them at the end of the show, as well as talking to you lovely lot who have questions but don’t have social media.” You say through the intercom.

“My girlfriend saw the show yesterday, she said she wet her pants, she felt like our baby was going to come out there and then.” A guy said to his friend at the bar.

“That’s reassuring.” Matthew said to them as he joined Joe and went back to their seats

“Group selfie!” Kirsten said once Joe and Matthew got back into their seats and posted it to Instagram with the caption, “Team Criminal Minds on a night out seeing the hilarious @Y/N !!”

Meanwhile backstage, you hear your phone ping, you only have your notifications on for your favourite Instagrams, Twitters and texts.

You look at the photo Kirsten just uploaded and liked it, “Enjoy the show guys, I certainly enjoy yours! Thank you for coming!” You comment on it, trying not to glance at your favourite, and crush, Matthew.

“2 minutes Y/N.” The stage manager smiled at you. “The bar said they’ll bring you up a glass of water and a beer during the interval too.” He said

“Thanks Tommy, you’ve been awesome this week for my first time in America. I’ve left you and the team a present in your office.” You said with a smile

“Oh my god! She replied guys!” Kirsten squealed at her phone as Matthew glances at it with a smile.

You walk on stage after introducing yourself, with a little crowd work and then you start.

“And that’s why I don’t take my Grandma out for dinner anymore.” You say finishing the joke as everyone is left in stitches and crying of laughter. “Okay everyone, little 15 minute break so I can scream into the void, and you can all get another drink, cigarette, have a quickie, whatever … and then I will be back to for the Q&A so there is still time to tweet me a question or think of one and I’ll pick on you in the second half!” You say and walk off stage leaving everyone laughing and clapping.

“Her material is so clever, she swears but it’s not offending anyone.” Shemar says.

“Have you asked a question Matthew?” A.J asks

“No. I can’t think of anything.” Matthew lied

“Are you single? Asking for a friend. #asky/nshit” A slightly tipsy Paget tweets

“No don’t tweet it...” Matthew said trying to grab Paget’s phone off her.

“It’s gone lover boy.” Joe laughed

“I need a drink.” Matthew groaned

“Coming right up.” Thomas said and went to the bar with Shemar and Kirsten

“Delete that. Please.” Matthew pleaded to Paget

“Nu-uh. It’s time you got out there Matthew.” Paget winked

15 minutes later the show starts again, as does the Q&A

“Okay so first question, from @TomS89, what is your favourite TV show? Oh that’s easy… Criminal Minds.” You smile, winking at the cast but choose not to say they’re in the audience.

You go through a few more questions, “Ha this one made me laugh from @pagetpaget Are you single? Asking for a friend. Paget, I’m a single pringle. Your friend can talk to me as long as he’s cute.” You smile, wondering who her friend could be.

You continue your questions for the remaining 20 minutes, overrunning slightly as you were thanking the team at the venue for everything that they did for you. “Thanks guys! I’ll hopefully be back soon! If anyone has any recommendations for what I should do, please tweet them to me, I’m here another week.” You say, bow and walk off stage and the lights go back up as everyone applauds.

“My cheeks hurt laughing from laughing so much.” Kirsten said, as Shemar wrapped his arm around her waist as Matthew looked down, wishing he had someone special to do that to.

“Do you mean your ass cheeks or your facial cheeks?” A.J asked laughing

“Both.” Kirsten laughed

“Anyone up for a drink at the bar down the road? We don’t have filming tomorrow.” Thomas suggested

“Sure.” Everyone agrees and heads to the bar.

“We should have tweeted asking if she’d join us at the bar.” A.J said nudging Matthew

At the bar

“Is that… No way...” Kirsten said, with her jaw dropping.

  To be continued!

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Burning Sunflowers

Chapter 5 

His steel grey eyes stare into mine and I feel breathless.

"Listen up!" He calls, his voice deep and commanding, and only as he moves to step off the ledge he was so precariously standing on does he look away from me.

Air finally renters my lungs and I vaguely here someone beside me speak but I pay them no mind as I push myself further forward in the group of initiates. My skirt gets stepped on once or twice and I only stop to fix it when I am nearly at the front.

"My name is Eric and I'm one of the leaders here at Dauntless. We commend you on your bravery thus far, but the real work has yet to begin. To join us you first have to jump."

A hand grips my elbow slightly and I face my Dauntless-born friend, "I'm starting to think they made this process just for you." I smile, thinking about how he may be correct, fantasizing about the feeling of the wind surrounding me again.

"Is there water at the bottom or something?" An Erudite asks from my left, his hair is a brassy red sporting a few small pieces of rock stuck in it from his landing.

Eric merely shrugs, his toned shoulders raising slightly with the movement. "Jump and find out."

This seems to send a collective chill down everyone's spine, creating a stunned silence throughout the group.

"Well?" The leader questions forcefully, "Who's first?"

Again, he's met with silence and I'm made to question my sanity as I raise my hand, speaking up.

"Me. I'll go."

He raises his eyebrows in both confusion and what seems like a taunt. Whispers break out in the group as they come to find me as I step away from the crowd. My red and yellow clothing making me stand out strangely.

"An Amity?" Eric asks, knowing full well that's what I am. Or at least what I was.

I nod, finally making it to the edge of the building, looking over with my hands pressed to the brick. A black void meets me, making my palms become slick.

"Are you scared, Sunshine?" A candor from the far back of the group calls out causing a few people to laugh. It makes my blood boil and forces my body to climb onto the ledge despite my fear, not wanting them to see me falter.

"Today, initiate." Eric says, and I can't tell what lays beneath his stare but it's anything but the boredom he seems to portray in his tone.

I put my back to the hole and fully face the group before me.

"Hey, Candor?" I speak, watching as the boy takes a few steps towards me in answer, his face becoming clear as he stands at the far front of the group. A smirk drags at my lips.

As we make eye contact I begin searching for something in the fabric of my skirt.

"Can you hold this for me?" I ask, the meek girl they assume I am.

He chuckles but even his laugh seems laced with anger and disgust. "Sure thing, Sunshine."

Eric growls to my left and I can tell he's quickly getting tired of both of us.

"Oh, here it is." I call out, my tone too cheerful for my liking. I lift my hand from the red fabric of my skirt and pull up my hand, my middle finger raised.

I manage to see his initial look of outrage and can't help but laugh as I let myself fall.

Air rushes around me and I again feel at peace, my laugh falling with me, only it's cut short when I land on something, making me bounce back up slightly. A net. I smile and stare up at the small square of light above, showing me just how far I fell. Hands reach out and grab me, lifting me as if I weigh nothing, setting me on my feet gently.

"What, did you get lost?" A tanned, handsome man says to me. I grit my teeth as I answer.

"No."

He lets out a breath, a smirk playing in his lips. "What's your name?"

"Violet."

This time he gives me a true smile, his eyes crinkling a bit at the sides.

"First jumper, Violet!" He screams and the people around me I had yet to see applaud so loud I feel the vibrations in my chest. As I move to step down from the concrete slab I was placed on he leans into me and speaks in a hushed voice, "Welcome to Dauntless."

+ + +

I'm left to watch the rest of my fellow initiates jump off by myself. A small group of Candor had formed on the ground quickly after me, not caring to make conversation, most likely still pissed at my display with their friend. It's only when a streak of blue lands in the net, a yelp coming with them, do I gain company.

She comes racing up to me and for a moment I wonder if she plans to hurt me.

"That was amazing!" She calls out, a broad smile on her face.

"It was a pretty nice fall." I offer up, watching as she struggles to fix her wind blown blonde hair that falls to her collarbone.

"What?" She questions, tilting her head slightly. "Oh!" She laughs a bit and from her perky attitude I start to wonder if she might have been better off in Amity.

"No, not the fall. What you did with Bryce. That was hilarious!"

Bryce must be the poor Candor boy that seems to still be on the roof.

"Yeah," I grin, proud of my actions. "I don't really take well to being called Sunshine."

"I can already tell we're going to be good friends," she laughs, "I'm Clare." She extends a hand out to me in greeting and for a moment I pause, having seen the gesture before but never actually participated in it. Amity normal hugged in greeting.

"Violet." I grip her hand in what I hope isn't too harsh of a grasp and shake it once, then twice, before letting go.

Just then a scream tears through the room as a body falls into the net. Only it didn't seem to be from fear but rather rejoice.

My black clad friend from the trip here climbs from the net on his own and only gives the man next to it a look before his name is called out.

"15th Jumper, Kai!"

He makes his way to me and I can't help but smile at the sheer excitement in his eyes. "There you are my little Amity."

"Ah ah ah, I'm Dauntless now." I say to him, giving him a playful glare.

He raises his hands in mock surrender, "Then what shall I call you, my lady." He bows before me.

Both Clare and I laugh loudly, earning us some stares from the other initiates.

"Violet will do just fine."

He raises from his kneel and smiles up at us.

"And you?" He nods towards the Erudite by my side and I can tell she's flustered by the attention.

"Clare," she responds, pink tinting her cheeks.

"Nice to meet-" Kai is about to finish his sentence when the man who helped me from the net claps his hands loudly, silencing everyone.

"Alright gather around!" We all scramble into place, no one daring to disobey him, leaving Kai to join the Dauntless borns with only a wink as a goodbye.

"My name is Four, I'll be your instructor for the extent of your initiation. When I'm not training, I normally work in the control room."

The group of us stays silent, watching him intently as he paces back and forth before us. Even just the way he walks seems intimidating. His body is lean but in no way weak, prominent muscles define his arms beneath the shirt he wears.

"Transfers will also be trained by Eric, the man who you just met on the roof, so expect to be seeing our faces often. Dauntless born, you're with Lauren." He stops his pacing and pauses.

"Transfers, follow me."

As he leads the way through dark hallways illuminated in faint blue light, I stare at his back. Lines of a tattoo peak over his collar. As if sensing my stare he stops abruptly and turns to face us, now walking backwards slowly. A light meets us as we reach an edge. The room is like nothing I've ever seen before.

A massive cavern, as if carved from rock, is filled with people, their voices loud and their actions free.

"This is the Pit, you'll eat and shop here. Nearly anything you could want can be found in this area."

We keep walking but I hear people within my group whispering.

"This is amazing," Clare mutters.

We're lead through more hallways before we reach a set of thick metal doors.

"This is where you'll be sleeping," Four says and pushes the doors open, the muscles on his back contracting with the effort.

It's an open room, well lit, with small trunks sitting at the foot of each small bed. In the center of the room is a table that seems haphazardly propped up, suggesting that they set it up only today. Atop it lays mountains of black clothing and underneath it a pile of boots.

"Boys or girls?" Someone asks.

"Both." He says with a smirk that says he enjoys our surprise.

"Pick a bed and some clothing for the week and head down to dinner." With that he leaves, banging the doors shut, making a few people jump.

"Shower anyone?" Someone jokes but even the comment seems half hearted.

I manage to grab a bed in a corner of the room furthest from the open bathroom, not wanting to be stuck next to people while they showered or worse. Clare joined me to my right.

"I can't believe they want us to live like this. All out in the open." She stresses, walking with me to grab our new clothing.

I nod my head but can't say I'm as repulsed as she is. "Amity was like this in certain places," I comment, digging through a pile of black long sleeve shirts to find my size. "No one really cared about being seen in vulnerable moments since the body is thought of as natural."

"That sounds..." Clare shivered next to me, coming away with a stack of now folded shirts and pants. We both bent over in unison to grab a pair of the thick combat boots available. "Terrible."

"It wasn't all too bad. Granted it wasn't something I'd like to continue experiencing," I felt a pang of guilt and sadness at the loss of that lifestyle but pushed on. "But it's not as terrible as you think, especially when everyone is raised to think that way."

We walk back to our cots, her taking to carefully placing the excess outfits in the trunk, me tossing the clothes in a heap on the mattress.

I grab a long sleeve shirt and a tight pair of black jeans and before I can consider an alternative I begin undressing. I start with my skirt, the fabric having bothered me since I put it on in the morning.

As I'm slipping my leg into the pants I hear wolf whistles over my shoulder and a few shouts of appreciation.

"At least the Amity's good for something!" A person yells.

I pull up my jeans, trying to pay no mind. My cheeks heat slightly, no matter the fact that I'm comfortable in myself it doesn't feel good to be targeted.

"Why don't you fuck off." A male calls from near me and I turn to look at him, appreciative of his support.

He has kind eyes and still has his grey shirt in hand. Makes sense. It'd only be an Abnegation who would step in, even Amity are too scared of confrontation typically to help in a situation like this.

"Thank you," I nod in his direction before hastily removing my shirt and replacing it with a new black one. My arms already warming from the thick fabric.

"No problem, I swear it's like they're animals."

I laugh and can't help but agree.

"Violet," I say, outstretching my hand.

"Owen," he says, shaking it with a tight grip before letting go.  

"Sorry to interrupt," Clare says from over my shoulder, "But I could use some help." She'd taken the sheet off of her bed and holds it in her hands.

Moving into action, both me and Owen grip the sheet to cover her while she changes. When she finishes she makes it a point to remake her bed perfectly before we can leave. When me and Owen both give her a look she just shrugs.

"Bad habit."

"It's okay, Abnegation was like that too." Owen says, a soft smile on his lips.

Clare smiles back and puts a hand on her stomach. "If we don't eat now I think I might die."

We all laugh and, wearing our new faction's colors, make our way to the Pit.

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Have you ever had something stolen from you? If so, how did you handle it?

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screams into the void - I have massive duplicate anxiety because once someone interacted with me on an original character using colin’s face claim. Okay. Sure. Fine. Whatever. Didn’t really vibe with them, was kinda creeped out - just something didn’t sit right and they always sent me asks and prompts that just kind of .. I don’t even know how to explain it lmao.. Well they ended up making a Killian about two weeks after they had been following me on their other blog. And literally their post about it was like ‘wanna write a popular character like taylor at (insert old url) so here goes hook!!” and people pointed it out to me and I was like, that’s weird. but, hey, no harm no foul. I didn’t follow their Killian, but I did let them continue following me on their original character. After a while some mutuals who followed both their blog and mine, started dropping links to icons and gifs that they had stolen from me. Stuff that I had made. I confronted them about it and because I’m a nice person, I let it go after our conversation and didn’t block them. (oh sweet honey child). IT GOT INSANE MARA - ABSOLUTELY INSANE. 

I’d make a verse and like bam two days later they would have the same one. They started taking headcanons of mine claiming they had read the book and it was just a general thought so (me being the petty 24 year old that I was - in my defense they were older than me lol) started referencing random NPCs from my imagination and acting like they were in barrie canon. Like I wrote meta about them and referenced the book and was literally just pulling stuff out of my ass. THEY STARTED USING THE SAME FUCKING CHARACTERS, I WAS SCREAMING. The last straw was they actually had the balls to copy a reply from my blog, change a few sentences in each paragraph and wrote it with a different character than who my starter was originally for.

I .. am ashamed to say it... threw hands. I did not handle it well. I confronted them over skype (oh skype. the good ol days) and they admitted to everything and played the victim by saying it wasn’t fair that I had the writing partners I did etc and that they just wanted to be able to write like I did, but they weren’t sure how to go about it and were afraid they’d just look dumb. Flattery meant to hide the fact they were straight up stealing. I blocked them on all of my accounts, changed my Killian blog so you could no longer right click to copy/paste text or save icons or gifs or anything like that, moved blogs and urls and went full on exclusive with people that I knew didn’t write with them because I didn’t even want to be seen on their dash. The fallout was.. insane. rpc shitstorm 2015-2016 honestly. People broke into these tribes of like ‘dont steal thats gross’ and ‘its roleplay your meta and stuff isnt your own let it go’ .  I honestly laugh about it now because there was so much drama all because someone literally couldn’t use their own damn brain to think for themselves.

So  now - oof. I stay clear of duplicates. I obviously have no ownership of Killian/Captain Hook and everyone is allowed to write who they wish ( and honestly, mate .. I applaud your muse choice)- but I will not allow those I do not know to follow me. Actually in all of my time here, I’ve only ever made friends with three duplicates. One I lost track of after I moved blogs and the two others are either completely inactive or on a hiatus (i miss you tabby !! i love you charlie!!). I am hyper aware of what is canon and what is my brain child and I’d be a nervous wreck if I actually had another duplicate that I didn’t know well and trust following me again. So I usually assume other Hooks feel the same way, and I stay in my lane. I allow some relaxation of this practice when it comes to multis - however, if Killian/Captain Hook is their only pirate muse/once upon a time character - I will not follow. And if someone decides to make a Hook after following me I will not follow and if a multi reblogs something from my blog and doesn’t have the brains to even pretend like they weren’t skulking around by going to the source - i hardblock. Life is too short. I don’t have time to worry about whether people are or are not creative.