#and i like the story! i really wanna know who exactly the owner is

[killjoy-prince]

I was reading manga telling myself to go to bed to no avail when my brother called telling me to open the door because he forgot his keys. When I opened the door, I told him he was lucky I was reading manga bc no one else was up right now and so he thanked me and then went to my room and said in a cutesy voice "Thank you manga~!"

[candycandy00]

The Doll House - A Choso x Reader Fanfic Part 3

When your younger sister is tricked into selling herself to the Doll House, you rush there to help her, only to find her being led away by her trainer, Choso. Moved by your desire to save your sister, he convinces the owner to let you take her place.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Choso’s. I’m keeping the tag list from previous parts. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. FemDom. Sub Choso. Oral sex. Pegging. Strap ons. Divider by @benkeibear!

The next morning, Choso is up earlier than usual, excitedly moving around the room, making sure the place is neat with no “toys” in plain view. Now you know why he keeps them in a nondescript drawer, right below his sock drawer. 

You watch him with a smile on your face. You know exactly how he feels. Your own sister has visited you a couple of times, and both times it made you very happy. Family is such a precious thing. 

When ready, he leaves to go pick up his brother, and you look forward to a fun Sunday. 

Choso isn’t gone long. Yuji’s grandfather must not live too far away. The little boy runs in through the front door, beating Choso inside, looking perfectly at ease in what is essentially a brothel. He looks just like his picture, pink hair and big bright eyes. He stops right in front of you and grins as he asks, “Are you Choso’s new girlfriend?”

You grin back. “Yeah, sure. And you must be Yuji!”

“That’s me!”

Choso walks through the door, carrying a bag of, you assume, Yuji’s things. He’s beaming as he watches his little brother chat with you, asking your name and how long you’ve been living at the Doll House. Then Yuji smiles and says, “You’re really pretty!”

This kid! Such a charmer! “Thank you! You’re a very handsome young man yourself!”

He turns to Choso once he notices his big brother has caught up to him. “Is Megumi here?”

Choso shakes his head. “Not today. He only visits every now and then, remember?”

Yuji is quiet for a moment, as if thinking hard, then he suddenly says, “I’ll go ask Toji to go get him!” And then he runs toward the hallway. 

“Who’s Megumi?” you ask as the two of you follow him down the hall. 

“Toji’s son,” Choso replies. “He’s Yuji’s age, so they play together when they happen to be here at the same time.”

“I didn’t realize he’s a dad,” you say, thinking of the somewhat gruff but friendly older man. 

Yuji knocks on Toji’s door loudly, his small fist pounding the door until you hear it open from down the hall. Then you hear Toji’s voice. 

“Oh, hey Yuji. What do you need?”

You see Yuji lean to the side, as if looking around Toji, into the room. Then you hear his cute little voice say, “Why is that lady naked?”

“Ah, shit!” Toji blurts out, stepping quickly out into the hall, finally coming into your view as he slams his door shut behind him. “Uh, she’s gettin’ ready to take a bath.”

Yuji stares up at him, his face blank. “You said a bad word.”

Toji’s face seems to twitch slightly. “I’m a grownup. You’re allowed to say bad words when you’re a grownup.”

“Really?” Yuji asks, then looks down the hall toward you and Choso. “Is that true?”

Choso gives him an uneasy smile. “We’ll talk about that when you grow up.”

Toji leans against his door and crosses his arms. “So what do you need, kid?”

Yuji returns his attention to the huge trainer. “Can you go get Megumi? I wanna play with him.”

Toji scratches the back of his head. “Megumi’s with his uncle right now. I don’t even know what he’s up to today.”

“Please, Tojiiiii?” Yuji asks, looking up. “He’s my best friend!”

You get the impression that Yuji has a lot of “best friends” but you find this scene too cute to say anything. 

Toji sighs. “Alright. I’ll call and see if he wants to come over.”

“Thanks, Toji!” Yuji says, hugging the man’s thigh. 

Toji pats the boy’s head. “Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.”

A little later, Toji leaves to get his son, and you, Choso, and Yuji grab a snack in the kitchen before sitting down in the welcome room to wait. 

Yuji is chatty, telling you about his classmates at school and the soccer team he plays on. 

“I’ve scored more goals than anybody else!” he exclaims proudly. 

“Really? That’s amazing!” you tell him.  

“Yuji is very good at sports,” Choso says. “He’s a lot more athletic than I ever was.”

You glance at Choso, thinking of his well sculpted body and the flexibility he’s shown during your sessions. “You’re pretty athletic though,” you say to him, “and you have a lot of stamina.”

Yuji perks up. “Have you guys been playing together?”

Both you and Choso blush and avert your eyes at the innocent question. “Uh, yeah, we play games sometimes,” you say.

“What kind of games?” Yuji asks. 

Choso looks at you awkwardly, opening his mouth to give some kind of answer, but at the same moment, you hear the front door swing open. Yuji, realizing his friend has most likely arrived, jumps up and runs to the lobby, completely forgetting his question. 

You and Choso both exhale, then glance at each other. He laughs, and so do you. “What were you going to tell him?” you ask. 

“I was going to say Twister,” he says with a grin. 

“Good idea.”

Just then Yuji appears in the welcome room again, smiling as he pulls along another little boy by the hand. This must be Toji’s son Megumi. He has dark messy hair and a somewhat sullen expression, but he’s making no attempt to pull his hand free. 

“And I brought a new game,” Yuji is saying as he walks toward the hallway, “Curse Fighters 3! It’s awesome! There’s a guy who can shoot his own blood across the screen! And another guy who doesn’t have special moves but he uses all kinds of cool weapons! And one guy fights while wearing a blindfold!”

As their voices fade down the hall, you hear Megumi say, “Who would fight while blindfolded? That’s dumb.”

Toji is standing in the welcome room, looking a little exasperated. Choso looks up at him and smiles apologetically. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Toji shrugs. “It’s fine. Megumi won’t admit it, but he loves playing with Yuji. I think your brother pulls him out of his shell.” Then Toji heads toward the hall. “I’ll go tell the others we’ve got kids here today.”

“Thanks,” Choso says. 

Whatever Toji told the other trainers must have worked. When you walk into the dining hall at lunch time, all the dolls you normally see are dressed in regular clothes, even Geto’s and Gojo’s. You don’t see the kids, and wonder if they’re still playing video games as you and Choso begin fixing your plates. Just as you’re about to ask him if you should go get them, the door leading to the kitchen bursts open and Gojo limps into the dining hall. 

Megumi is wrapped around one of Gojo’s legs, being dragged along by the tall trainer. Yuji is hanging from Gojo’s neck, and there’s an orange toy arrow stuck under Gojo’s arm. 

“Help! Help!” Gojo is shouting dramatically. “The little goblins are attacking!”

Everyone else watches the scene with amusement, aside from Sukuna who simply looks bored. Gojo drags himself to Geto’s table and practically throws himself across it. “Suguru! You have to help me!”

Geto gives him a wicked grin as he crosses his arms. “Help you? Who do you think told them your weakness?”

Gojo pulls himself up, Yuji still holding onto his neck, and looks at Geto with shock as he screams, “Traitor!”

Yuji hops down, pulling the toy arrow free. “Now we know you’re weak to arrows!” he yells as he pokes Gojo with the foam tip. 

Megumi disentangles himself and pulls another arrow out from behind him. It must have been stuck through the belt loop of his shorts. He wordlessly jabs the arrow against Gojo’s thigh. 

Gojo yelps and jerks away from them, finally collapsing onto the floor. Yuji hoists his arrow into the air and declares, “We did it! We defeated the white haired demon!”

Megumi doesn’t yell, but he does mimic Yuji’s motion, holding his own arrow up. Most of the people in the dining hall, including you and Choso, clap and laugh. 

Yuji bows as if he’s an actor on a stage, then he and Megumi are at the food table, already filling plates. Choso walks over and supervises them, making sure they don’t make a mess. 

Surprisingly, both boys elect to sit at Nanami’s table with him, chatting animatedly. Choso seems to notice your confusion. 

“They like to play with Gojo, but they like to talk to Nanami,” he says. 

Looking across the room, you can’t hear what’s being said, but the blonde trainer is looking at the kids with a warm expression while they seem to ramble on to him. 

“It’s nice that the other trainers are friendly to them,” you say. 

Choso’s smile is lovely. “I’m really thankful to them for being so kind to Yuji. I know he can be a bit… rambunctious. But no one complains.”

Your eyes shift to the table a few feet away with a lone occupant. Sukuna is eating his dinner like usual, taking no interest in the kids. 

“Even Sukuna?” 

Choso wears an uneasy expression. “Well, he doesn’t complain, but-“

“I don’t like Sukuna!” Yuji suddenly says beside you, seeming to appear at your table out of the blue. “He’s mean!”

You glance nervously at the tattooed trainer, knowing he’s close enough to hear. He looks at Yuji and gives the child a menacing grin. He doesn’t say a word, but from the look on his face, you can practically hear him saying, “The feeling’s mutual, brat!”

Yuji flinches, but doesn’t flee or back down. 

“How is he mean?” you ask, curious. 

Yuji frowns at the man before turning his attention back to you. “He says bad words all the time without apologizing. He won’t play with me or Megumi, and he never lets me meet his girlfriends!”

Before you can respond, Yuji is already heading back to Nanami’s table. Choso gives a somewhat apologetic wave to Sukuna, who shrugs. 

“He never complains, even though Yuji antagonizes him sometimes,” Choso tells you. “But he’s not friendly with him either. I can’t expect everyone to spoil Yuji, so I’m just glad Sukuna puts up with him.”

You relax slightly as the dining hall calms down. Both boys are eating beside Nanami and his doll, and all the other trainers are chatting and eating like normal people. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you pull it out to look at the screen. Your sister has sent you a message to let you know she finished all her paperwork for starting classes. You send her a happy, cheering emoji and smile as you put your phone away. 

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Hours later, after dinner, Choso and his doll are walking down the hall, toward the kitchen. Yuji and Megumi said they want a “snack for dessert”, so they ran ahead to pick something. 

As the two adults approach the door to the kitchen, his doll suddenly freezes and holds up a hand, silencing whatever Choso was saying. 

“Did Yuji just say he could climb to reach something?”

Choso is momentarily confused. He didn’t hear anything. But the doll dashes through the door at top speed, Choso following after her. 

As they burst into the kitchen, they see Yuji on top of the counter, in the process of falling backwards off it. Choso’s immediate reaction is to try to dive for him, but his doll is closer. She rushes forward and catches Yuji in her arms, the two of them falling to the floor. She lands on her ass, cradling Yuji, protecting him from the impact.  

She barely takes a moment to wince before she’s looking the child over. “Are you okay?”

Yuji looks stunned for a few seconds, but quickly recovers. “I’m fine!”

She sighs with relief, then her face becomes stern. “Don’t ever do that again! Climbing on the counters is dangerous. You could’ve been hurt!”

Yuji looks shocked. He’s not used to being scolded by anyone besides his grandpa. Choso is well aware that he’s way too soft on Yuji, and perhaps a strong scolding is good for him, especially in a case like this. 

“I’m sorry,” Yuji says, looking dejected as he climbs out of the doll’s lap. 

She gets to her feet and smiles down at him. “It’s okay. Just be careful from now on, okay? You scared me. Think about how sad your brother would be if you got hurt while visiting him.”

Yuji looks at Choso, his big eyes glossy. “Sorry, Choso!”

Choso walks over and rubs Yuji’s hair affectionately. “I’m not mad. I’m just relieved that you’re okay.”

“I told him not to,” Megumi says, his arms crossed. When he stands there like that, he looks just like his father. 

Yuji turns sharply to look at his friend, as if he’s been betrayed. 

Megumi’s slightly smug expression falters. “What? It’s the truth!”

Choso pats Yuji’s head again. “Don’t be mad at Megumi. It sounds like he was giving you good advice. You should listen to him. Now, what were you trying to reach?”

Yuji is such a sweet, bright young man. He doesn’t linger on negative feelings and never pouts. So he’s almost immediately back to normal, pointing to a box of chocolate snack cakes in the top cabinet. Apparently he’d seen Gojo get some out earlier, so he remembered where they were. 

Choso’s doll pulls the box down and gets out a small, individually wrapped cake for each of the boys. They take them, thank her, and then they both run back out of the kitchen and toward the empty room they’ve been using to play in. 

Once they’re gone, his doll turns to him. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have scolded Yuji. It wasn’t my place. I think my big sister instincts just kicked in when I heard him say he was going to climb.”

Choso gives her a warm smile. “No, you were right to say what you did. He can be a bit reckless at times, and it worries me. But I’m too easy on him to say anything. Thank you for catching him.”

She smiles back. “Anytime.”

Later that night, Toji drives both boys home. He’s done this a few times now, so he knows where Yuji lives, and it’s on his way. Choso thanks him when he returns. 

“No problem,” Toji replies. “My kid actually talks to me when your brother is around.”

After the other trainer goes to his room, Choso’s doll stands beside him. “Sounds like he and Megumi have a complicated relationship.”

“I suppose they do. I had a complicated relationship with my own father,” he says. 

“Same here. I guess that’s pretty common.”

He glances at her, wishing he knew more about her, wishing he knew everything about her. But she’ll be gone in a couple of weeks, and he’ll never see her again. She said she wanted them to be friends, but how would her new owner react to her remaining in contact with her trainer? It would be highly unprofessional on Choso’s part. 

Actually, he wishes she could just stay with him. 

***********************

Several days later, you walk into the welcome room to find Choso accepting a package from the delivery man, bowing slightly as he thanks the man. 

You look at the plain brown box in his hands, your heart beginning to race as you approach him. “Is that it?”

Choso notices you, blushes, but then grins. “It is. Want to open it now?”

“Definitely,” you say, and the two of you return to his room. 

In the early days of the training, Choso told you to order whatever you wanted to use in the training sessions and he would pay for it. You’ve ordered a few items but nothing really special. A few days ago you spotted this item, and after asking Choso if it’s something he’d be okay with using, you ordered it immediately. Since then, all you can think about is trying it out. 

Choso sits the box on the bed and gestures for you to go ahead and open it. You feel like a kid at Christmas as you tear the box open and remove your prize. 

It’s a bright red double-sided strap on. There’s an impressive silicone appendage sticking out from the front, and an equally impressive one sticking out from the inside of the strap, which is supposed to go inside you. 

When you first approached Choso about the idea of pegging him, you were a bit nervous. But he told you he enjoyed it under the right circumstances (plenty of lube and a careful partner). 

“I think it would be amazing with you,” he told you, his eyes shining with excitement. 

So after some prep work, you find yourself standing naked in his room, him on his knees in front of you, eating you out to get you slicked up. When you’re ready, he helps you pull the strap on up and into you. It’s a snug fit, and the thought that the same thing will be going inside Choso makes you clench. 

You stand with the bright red dildo hanging over Choso’s face, and he looks up at you expectantly. 

“Suck me off,” you tell him, and he begins licking the dildo, his tongue moving over it in such an erotic way, you imagine you can feel it. When he takes it into his mouth and moves his head back and forth, the motion causes the dildo inside you to move, stirring you up. You moan and grab his hair, guiding his head to a rhythm. 

It feels so good, and Choso looks so fucking hot on his knees, deep throating the dildo, you’re on the edge of cumming within minutes. But you hold back, and instead gently push him back and then lead him to the bed. 

He slips his black pants down his hips and steps out of them, along with his boxers. He’s already hard, a pink dusting on his cheeks as he climbs onto the mattress and gets into position, on his knees, facing the foot of the bed. You climb on behind him, a bottle of lube in your hand. 

Looking down at him, you find yourself mesmerized by how tight and smooth his ass is. He’s definitely put some work into getting such a fine, toned body. You rub and squeeze his ass for a moment before drizzling the lube liberally over him and the strap on. You rub it in, taking care to do it thoroughly. The last thing you want to do is hurt him. 

You spread his firm cheeks and press one finger into him, testing to be sure he’s nice and slippery. He seems to tense up slightly, and you grin as you give his ass a light, playful slap. “Are you ready?” you ask, removing your finger and watching his cute asshole clench the air. 

“Yes, Mistress,” he replies, eyes forward. There’s a bit of a crack in his voice that sends a shiver through you. 

Satisfied that you’re both prepared, you line the silicone dick up with Choso’s hole and slowly, carefully, ease it into him. He makes a small gasping sound as it goes further in, but otherwise remains calm and quiet until it’s all the way in. 

You experiment with a few shallow thrusts, enjoying the way your end feels inside you and the way Choso’s muscles ripple beneath you. Leaning forward, you put your mouth close to his ear and say, “How does it feel?”

“It feels good, Mistress,” he says, in that shuddering voice you love so much. 

Gradually, you begin thrusting deeper and harder, listening to his grunts and moans to determine whether it feels good or hurts. He agreed beforehand to let you know if he felt any discomfort, but you still want to take care with him. 

As your thrusts speed up, the dildo on your end moves back and forth, thrusting into you as well. You find yourself moaning along with Choso as you fuck him. 

You notice his body is quivering with pleasure, his strong arms trembling as they try to hold him up. His hair is loose, the way you like it, spilling over his face in sweaty strands. You reach around him and gently grip his hard, leaking cock. He moans as you begin stroking him, using the same rhythm as your thrusts. His cock feels lovely in your hand, all hot and slick and throbbing. Your thrusts become faster as chase your own pleasure, the silicone rod inside you making the perfect amount of friction with every move. 

“Mistress,” Choso’s strained voice says between groans, “m-may I cum? Please?”

The pulse of his cock is faster now, the appendage twitching in your grip. You stroke him a few moments longer, thrusting deeply into him, before finally moving your hand down to give his balls a squeeze. “Cum for me,” you whisper into his ear, pushing into him as far as possible. 

He moans loudly as he cums, shooting his load onto the sheets, his body shaking. Seeing and hearing it is enough to bring you to your own orgasm, and you keep thrusting as the pleasure overtakes you. 

You’re left panting, collapsed on top of Choso, the dildo slipping out of him and hanging between your bodies. When you have the strength, you draw back and begin unfastening the strap on. Choso turns around and helps you remove it. The inner dildo, that had been inside you, is sticky and glistening. Before you can reach for it, Choso holds it up to his mouth and begins licking it clean. 

Fuck, he’s amazing. How are you supposed to just move on to some other man after being with someone so perfect? No one is ever going to compare to him. Choso not only pleases you sexually, but he’s a kind and responsible man who makes your heart flutter. You’re starting to seriously dread the end of the training. If only you could just… stay here. 

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The following evening, Choso is getting ready to take his nightly shower when he notices something amiss. His doll is looking at her phone, and instead of the usual bright smile she wears while texting her sister, her face is becoming increasingly distraught. 

She looks up at him, the phone now trembling in her hand. “I have to go home, right now,” she says, her voice shaky. “My sister is in trouble.”

Choso feels a spike of alarm. “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes are full of anger and fear as she says, “Yosaku broke into our house. He said if he can’t have her, no one can! She’s hiding in the bathroom!”

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[ender-afton]

@future-kingof-ithaka Hi circus lore has been granted

Welcome to... The Circus!

Or, TNESOSSASSC, If you wanna be speffic with it

The circus is a fandom my friend Vanny owns! However it wasn't his at the start! The farthest date back we know of the existence is 2002! Yes, 2002! Vanny was passed down the circus in 2015! Just at 5 at the time.

This is a horror circus, With 450+ members, And a game in the future! Though we are waiting for the fandom to grow larger for the game to be worked on again.

The Circus is based off many books, And has multiple connections to different fandoms! Diane said: "It's like a mix of the circus book, And the ghost busters, Mixed with the tree house chapter books if you ever read those. And a mix of the goosebumps stories"

I'm one of the members! Glitchtrap! Or Iolanthe, But no one really knows my name. When I first heard of the circus I didn't know exactly what it was, And sibce me and Vanny were... Well, Glitchtrap and Vanny, I just decided "What if I just make GT a magician?" ... Well, Now I am trying to separate them a bit more! I can get more into my lore if you wamt but for now

There is a ranking system in the circus, With certain roles on each! My list may not be the most accurate, As I am only going off the knowledge of all I have, But here it is!

RANKING SYSTEM

〃✦ ┆TOIC┆ ✦〃: Owner, Co-owner, CEO+Founder

〃✦ ┆Ultimate rank┆ ✦〃: Clown Pierce, Krillite, Flamefrage, Highrank handlers

〃✦ ┆Highrank┆ ✦〃: Court, Co-hosts, Ringleaders, Reptile/aquarium masters, Circus cats, Epo, Winnie, Ares, Kandi, Rose, Agents

〃✦ ┆Poets (Theorists)┆ ✦〃

〃✦ ┆Supreme rank┆ ✦〃: Fortune tellers, Trapezes, Swingers, Knife throwers, Doctors, Glitchmist's child, Training guards, Show watchers, Puppets

〃✦ ┆Middle rank┆ ✦〃: Magicians, Clowns, Escapolgists, (Rope) Acrobats, Stilt walkers, Animal trainers, Painters, Aerialists, Fire dancers, Mimes, Actors, Writters, Music makers, Unicyclists, Jugglers, Flowartists, Puppeteers, Ballerinas, Circus animals, Tight rope walkers, Guitar players, Sword swallowers, Ribbon dancers, Show stunter

〃✦ ┆Intermediate/Middle-high rank┆ ✦〃: Daycare workers, Child enterainers, Muscle men/women, Motorcycle men/women, Human cannonballs, Animal feeders, Strongmen, Bearded ladies, Reptile handlers, Balloon artists, Face painters, Adoption center workers

〃✦ ┆Low rank┆ ✦〃: Mailpeople, Retrievers, Audience, Light workers, Band members, Promoters, Greeters, Ticket sellers, Stand workers, Snack sellers, Janitors, Prop setters, Lunch lady, Photographer, Prank buddies, Backstage runner

RANKING SYATEM

I am a highrsnk myself! So I have some sense of control over things. Also something that comes with highranks: Are the ability to create teams!

Teams are created by highranks to gain support and followers throughout the circus! And at the end of the year we can get to vote who had the best team. If a Highrank or one of the very first circus members wants to join a team, They need to fill out a form

My team is called The Hopplings! I've made a badge for it too!

And, Speaking of badges, IRL circus members can make them for their teams along with name tags and wear them when they go put! To cons in such, Some are able to cosplay their characters! And it's like a way to find fellow members!

Also, Handlers that are mentioned in the Extreme Rank, Every highrank has one! They basically, At least how I take it, Make sure things are set straight and running smoothly! I guess you could call it a leader? And Händlers also have cults. Some good, Some bad. It's a horror circus afterall! You expect them to be all sunshine and rainbows? My handler is my mom!

And... I can keep going on but at the moment I'm not sure— Oh! Lore! It's this whole thing, And every circus member has their own little "journal" with chapters! But it's still like... All together? Our lore writter is Diane :3

Also another thing I can say: There are emoji combos and abbreviations! What are these? Things to be aware of! Like trigger warnings! For exmaple mine are the ones in my bio! Aka: 💭🕸️+❤️💘,+🌺🍃 :3 The first ones mean "Do not fight with/mention fighting", The second means "Love me love me", And the 3rd means "Regressor" :3 There are a ton more– But that's just an example :D

I'm also in more teams: Razzlings(The Owner's team, Aka Vanny who goes by Razmataz in the circus), Kits(This is for a passed circus member named Cathabell), Sweeties(This was my old handler's team–), And Orbits!(Current handler's team)

[infinitify]

Hey!

So I was reading back on a few chapters and came across this bit in chapter 17,

'other times he’d be flushed and dishevelled, his lip would be bleeding, or his shirt would be torn. And still, he had money for Kenny.'

I was just wondering what exactly this was implying as I don't really recall any moments in the fanfic where it hinted to levi dealing with something like this in his past. Would you care to elaborate a little on this for me please?😭

hi there!

this is actually in reference to what levi was doing to help support himself, his mother, and mikasa for a little while.

i'm going to try to keep this short, but you guys know by now that i can't ever do that 😬 so forgive me in advance.

to answer your question, i have to shed some more light on kenny. in the recent chapters, mikasa shows some sort of understanding as to why their uncle was in prison - "Our uncle was the one who got busted, he was the one breaking federal law." he was a career criminal alongside a bar owner (think of it as a front to cover for his crimes), and his past actually intertwines into multiple facets of the story, some of which haven't been delved into yet. i'm talking gang affiliations, illegal arms dealing, drug trade, etc. kenny ackerman is one big goddamn driving force for a lot of the events that take place in paradis falls and the lives of the people in it, but alas, that's something you'll just have to see in the future. kenny's currently in prison for illegally trading firearms, and levi has been out of his life for a very long time. but like any GREAT uncle would, kenny used levi's need for refuge to his advantage back when he fled kuchel's trailer. levi uses some of the crimes he was aware of his uncle doing to help fabricate that big scary story to armin, like selling guns and implying he killed people who "got in his way," but the truth is, the worst levi had ever done was sell drugs for his uncle.

in a flashback in chapter 15, levi says this to grisha:

"You wanna know what I’ve done to solve it? Fine. Listen. I’ve got two jobs just so we can keep that stupid fucking trailer, and when that’s not enough, I have to push drugs for my uncle.” ... “Yeah. You heard me. I have to fight my way out of getting killed every night because there’s always a problem. Always some junkie demanding more, or cheaper, or fucking stronger.”

both before and during his living with kenny, levi was dealing drugs, taking the money back to his uncle, and receiving a cut of it so as to both provide for mikasa, and later "earn his keep" in kenny's home. that part of the chapter you're talking about is mikasa's recollection of only what she saw as a young girl, so it's written quite vaguely because she wouldn't have complete and total knowledge of what was going on between levi and their uncle. but the reality of it is that kenny put his nephew in danger by sending him out onto the streets to deal with addicts, some of these interactions ended with levi getting into fights and having to protect himself, which is what he mentions to grisha.

here's the full paragraph of what you're referencing:

"All she could remember was his sacrifices, how determined he was to take care of her, but… how deep did it all go? There were times where he came into wads of cash, especially in those early days of living with Kenny where a couple times a week, she could find them talking quietly in his bedroom. Levi would disappear for an hour or two, sometimes returning with money that he forked over to Kenny, other times he’d be flushed and dishevelled, his lip would be bleeding, or his shirt would be torn. And still, he had money for Kenny."

mikasa doesn't know what exactly he had done for kenny (and herself) growing up, only that it wasn't legal. so that's why she has a hard time discrediting the narrative levi fed armin - she knows he was only saying those things to scare him, but also knows there was some truth to what he said and that somehow, in the legal system, there just might be something there that is truly putting his guardianship of her in jeopardy. all she doesn't know is what petra REALLY is to levi, so she's bought into the narrative and wants to figure out what's going on.

i hope this helps clear it up for you! if you're still confused, let me know x

[lustale]

Hey! I'm a little confused here, what exactly is the difference between Lusttale and Underlust?

I know you said it's a revamp of sorts but I'm just genuinely confused on what the differences are.

Also, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly are the icks you have with Underlust that originally made you want to redo this AU? I've only ever really seen either the decent aspects of it or the fanon versions so I don't really know most of people's issues apart from the... Weird thing about Chara being in.. That kinda clothing.

Heyy! Ill try to explain :3 <3

Differences i wanted were these:

- Make the storyline more fluid and organized, idk felt like the og story rushed through to try and reach certain parts sooner

- Flesh out characters past the sexual deviant who have random, often uncalled for bursts of angst ( or just have ZERO self control )

- I tried to make some characters make better sense. Example, Chara and their trait/design, the reason for Frisk even going, ect - Give background characters a chance to be shown, not saying the WHOLE au with EVERY monster has to be designed, but its atleast nice and feels more detailed ( even Jerry eyeroll )

^ The AU also switched between being owned by the creator, to the creators mutual ( iirc ), to then being a community owned AU since the OG owner left it for mental health reasons. I originally wanted to continue the story, but rebuilding characters in a way it still resembles the original story with a few kind of tweaks helps it feel new, think like Ink Sans's redesign!

These were icks:

- Some characters had almost nothing fleshed out abt them, i totally understand why some dont (hard to flesh out a entire cast, some characters dont give enough to build off of, ect) but its personality stumping if the character is only shown for a sex joke or be background characters to another angst, example Alphys, shown very little unless to comment on MTT's body, or to be the one to help him (MTT one IS important but after that i barely remember her character outside that..) - I know that separating creator from creation is best way to go about some things, though knowing that they heavily shipped Fontcest (which their own AU was prone to have) and had done nsfw Frans art is gross enough for me to wanna not engage with the original au (small non UL related was a Nazi Chara they drew once, shockvalue humor or not why would you?)

- MTT's plot. I really hate how it went. Its not something im gonna remove, but its something i wanna try and do in a way that doesnt feel so abrupt yk? If that makes sense :,D

Other then the few points i can really give, i also just thought it would be nice to give UL a fresh coat of paint. Not like "i took things into my own hands", but just "this made me and alot uncomfortable, the AU is kinda just sitting there, lets try it " !

[veiled-luminosity]

Late Night Racing

wc: 2.0k

guys i actually have no idea about street racing i'm so sorry if this is inaccurate 😞😞😞 i'm just a boy who likes writing little gay oneshots.

(this has aventio in it but it's polycule brainrot -- i am not immune to the brainrot, i have a weak immune system.)

tags: @the-void-via @serendipminie @blak-ie (I'M SO SORRY FOR THE TAGS T-T JUST TELL ME IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE TAGGED-)

"Remind me again why you're taking the car that's not built for racing?"

One of two voices chimed in from the backseat, casting a questioning stare towards the driver's seat. Swallowtail's hand slid to the rearview mirror to get a look at what exactly his 'passengers' were doing. He giggled at the attempt of the genius to separate himself from the third man, who merely laid back and smiled.

"I don't want to use my actual race car for a street race. What if someone vandalises it? Can't have that, y'know."

The racer turned his eyes to the road once he'd seen Ratio nod. He had no clue as to why the both of his partners had insisted on coming with him to that specific street race. It wasn't anything special, just a casual get together in race form.

He fiddled with the sound settings as soon as they came to a red light, hurriedly connecting his phone to the car to play music. The three of them had sat through near silence for a seemingly god-awful amount of time.

As soon as Swallowtail finished hooking it up, the light switched to green. He had no time to choose which song to play, and out of all of his downloaded music, a lounge song played. Aventurine's eyeroll was as palpable as his playful scoff.

"Really? You might make Veritas fall asleep before we get to the race."

"Hush. This is lounge, not jazz. There's a difference."

Ratio quipped, still sounding like he had an abundance of his usual energy despite his leaning against the other man in the way someone dozing off would. The Stoneheart had no want to shove the other off him. Instead, he seemed to ease into Ratio, leaving their racer to glance at them through the rearview mirror.

Unfortunately for Swallowtail, the seat beside him was painfully empty, quite the opposite of his passengers in the back.

"We're almost there. Don't get too comfortable, you might hate me for interrupting when I go fast."

While Ratio offered a scoff in exchange for his words, the third man left him a reply-

"I don't think anything could make us hate you, birdbrain."

The genius nodded in agreement, dozing off, contrary to his comment that implied lounge music couldn't lull him to sleep. Aventurine wrapped an arm around his shoulders, which served to wake him up enough to straighten his posture.

"What was it about lounge and jazz again?"

"None of your rhetorics are needed here."

When the car stopped at an open area, that's the only time the violet haired man had enough energy to pull away from the Stoneheart under the assumption they reached their location. To both of their surprise, immediately after Swallowtail parked and unlocked the door, somebody opened it up and yanked him out.

There was a short exchange of glances between the two left in the car. This person seemed to be fine, they were acting like an old highschool friend.

It was an entirely different story when a group of four approached the racer, however. All of them seemed to be just a little too touchy. The racer backed against the car, leaning on it to try and seem casual. Everything about his attitude was convincing, and sometimes it was creepy that they couldn't tell if he was faking or not. That was one of the cases.

Upon exchanging another knowing glance, both Aventurine and Ratio exited the car and approached its owner - their partner - whose back was pressed up against his side of the car. The Stoneheart, having less shame than Ratio, slid over the hood of the car in a split second, to pull their racer out of the fans for a split second. On the other hand, the genius walked around the front of the car, discreetly slipping his hand into the one that Aventurine wasn't holding.

His partners pulled him away from his adoring fans for a moment, wrapping their arms around him. Ratio glared at him, but the irritation was directed towards the fans that had grouped around him.

"You said this was a race, not a fanmeet. There's no need to interact with them, you're not here to sign autographs.”

"What's the harm in a little interaction with my.. admirers, professor? I'll go straight to the group assignment after this, don't worry.”

"I’m pretty sure what Veritas meant to say was that you looked uncomfortable.”

"...thank you for that. It'd be rude to leave them though. Just let me say bye to them so they won't think I'm mean.”

The two relinquished their hold on him, allowing him to slip away and apologise to his fans. Aventurine let his arm hover around the genius' waist, much to the latter's sudden incredulity. Ratio allowed himself to ease into the other's hold, even if just for a moment.

That moment didn't last quite long, as the very second he felt the Stoneheart plant a kiss to his cheek, he pulled away, rolling his eyes. It amused the other, who gave a small bow as an apology. The third man slipped back to where the other two were, greeting them again with a wave.

"I'll have to head over to where the groupings are being assigned. See you again later."

Right after he checked in with his partners, he jogged off again, leaving them to wait a long five minutes without him. Ratio yawned, not waiting for Aventurine to follow as he went back inti the car. Neither of them regretted coming, but both knew it would offset the genius' schedule by a little. It was for that exact reason their partner had kept on declining until he ran out of reasons to decline.

The both of them stayed in the car, the violet haired man begrudgingly leaning into the other despite the voice in his head saying they'd get caught like that. Before they knew it, Swallowtail had returned, not to start the car, but to check on them again. His group's race wouldn't even start in 20 minutes.

"Ratio? You look sleepy. I can get you both home before my race starts, I'll get you guys dinner on th-”

"No need for that, sweet. Me and the professor want to watch you. Haven't had the chance to see you race casually."

The genius nodded in agreement, still dozing off. He didn't even complain or comment when the racer crawled into the backseat next to him and started stroking his hair. It only really served to further lull him to sleep.

Aventurine sighed in contentment, rubbing circles onto the doctor's nape. Contrary to the way his attitude suggested he wasn't sleepy, he was also starting to drift off. While on the side opposite his, the third man was absentmindedly scrolling on his phone, simultaneously combing his fingers through Ratio's hair. The practical silence was awkwardly comforting, nothing much could be heard aside from all of their breaths, which were synced up like metronomes.

It was oddly calm for pre-race activities. Others that were attending were most likely betting and mingling with the audience, cheering for each other, maybe even drinking.

Ratio had fallen asleep before the other two even noticed. His head had fallen back against the car's seats, his neck supported by the Stoneheart's hand on the back of it. The moment seemed shorter than it was, because all too soon, Swallowtail was peeling himself off one of his partners and awkwardly stepping from the backseat to the driver's seat to start the car. He was careful enough not to wake the doctor, but his efforts would be rather purposeless once the race started.

The sound of his car starting was already enough to wake Ratio up, and he squeaked out an embarrassed apology that he'd disturbed him.

He caught sight of Aventurine stretching a little bit, and Ratio rubbing his eyes from his rearview mirror, which was enough confirmation for him to actually drive to his position. Not even a minute later, he was at the makeshift starting line, waiting for the call to go. He looked back at his partners, who were both looking out the window at the crowds.

"If you wanna watch from the sidelines, you can still go out. It's gonna be really fast, so I suggest you do.”

The both of them nodded, simultaneously leaning over the driver's seat to kiss Swallowtail's cheeks for good luck.

"Best of luck, racer.”

"Good luck, birdie."

"Love you both, now shoo! Before it starts!”

He watched as his partners exited the car and made their way behind the ropes that sectioned away the spectators. Right before the go call, he checked everything, something he should've done earlier. His car was in between two modified sports cars, yet he didn't feel like he'd lose, even with his competition.

Once the signal was given, Swallowtail floored the gas. There was no time for him to catch the proud expressions on his partners' faces as he zipped by, complete focus on the road. He managed to keep up with the other three cars, each loud rev he heard like music to his ears.

It was quite amusing for him to straightaway be on the same level as the sports cars he was up against, and it didn't take him long to be neck to neck with another for first place. Although Ratio was technically correct, his car wasn't built for track racing, it was still a rally car, which wasn't much, but it made it a little easier for him to gain leads on the other two.

All it took for him to finally overtake the first placer was a turn. Swallowtail turned the wheel gently at first, just to enter the turn, slowly angling his wheel towards the bend. He pressed down on the gas pedal, spinning the wheel towards the corner in a drift. No one could see the racers at that point of the route, but it didn't stop Swallowtail from showing off.

Once he straightened his car from the drift, he'd already gained an at least 10-meter lead on the rest of the racers. He floored the gas again, right hand resting on the handbrake for his planned 'coup de grace'.

If he was flashy without his partners watching, what more of him with them around? It wasn't one of his races without some kind of bizzare twist. Usually, he wouldn't attempt to pull off a trick like he'd planned for a simple meet, but then again, he needed the extra 'wow'-factor.

He spun the wheel, pressing down his handbrake and probably making several of the spectators freak out - or at least those who had never seen him race. Even the racers he barely knew had probably heard of the stupid tricks he pulled. His car spun a full 360 degrees, finally straightening and coming to a stop as the other racers pulled up to the finish line.

Swallowtail was many things, but there was no way in hell he was boring. One thing he was? In for another of Ratio's lectures on safety. He wasn't halfway out the car, and he could already hear the doctor's concerned footsteps as he ran towards his car, Aventurine casually walking beside him. Finally, he sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out.

Almost immediately, he was met with the hands of the racers he'd been up against, each wanting a 'good race' handshake. Swallowtail managed to reciprocate all the hands before he was tugged out of the small crowd by none other than-

"Veri, Vasha! Enjoy the show?”

"I know of your reputation for your stunts, but please, reserve your theatrics for when you have a helmet."

The doctor squeezed Swallowtail's shoulders, once more trying to instill any kind of fear inside the racer, and failing. Meanwhile, Aventurine gave the racer a peck on the cheek as a 'good job'.

"Do you always race like a maniac, or were you trying to show off? You know that Ratio can get a little concerned sometimes.."

"I'm fine, and yes, I was trying to show off. I'll bring a helmet next time.”

The racer started back to his car, glancing back momentarily to check if they were following. He relaxed in his seat once he got to it, leaning over to kiss both his partners once they'd gotten in too.

"It seems I owe you two dinner. Where to?”

[jinxsmandalorianmalewife]

Welcome to... The Circus!

Or, TNESOSSASSC, If you wanna be speffic with it

The circus is a fandom my friend Vanny owns! However it wasn't his at the start! The farthest date back we know of the existence is 2002! Yes, 2002! Vanny was passed down the circus in 2015! Just at 5 at the time.

This is a horror circus, With 450+ members, And a game in the future! Though we are waiting for the fandom to grow larger for the game to be worked on again.

The Circus is based off many books, And has multiple connections to different fandoms! Diane said: "It's like a mix of the circus book, And the ghost busters, Mixed with the tree house chapter books if you ever read those. And a mix of the goosebumps stories"

I'm one of the members! Glitchtrap! Or Iolanthe, But no one really knows my name. When I first heard of the circus I didn't know exactly what it was, And sibce me and Vanny were... Well, Glitchtrap and Vanny, I just decided "What if I just make GT a magician?" ... Well, Now I am trying to separate them a bit more!

There is a ranking system in the circus, With certain roles on each! My list may not be the most accurate, As I am only going off the knowledge of all I have, But here it is!

RANKING SYSTEM

〃✦ ┆TOIC┆ ✦〃: Owner, Co-owner, CEO+Founder

〃✦ ┆Ultimate rank┆ ✦〃: Clown Pierce, Krillite, Flamefrage, Highrank handlers

〃✦ ┆Highrank┆ ✦〃: Court, Co-hosts, Ringleaders, Reptile/aquarium masters, Circus cats, Epo, Winnie, Ares, Kandi, Rose, Agents

〃✦ ┆Poets (Theorists)┆ ✦〃

〃✦ ┆Supreme rank┆ ✦〃: Fortune tellers, Trapezes, Swingers, Knife throwers, Doctors, Glitchmist's child, Training guards, Show watchers, Puppets

〃✦ ┆Middle rank┆ ✦〃: Magicians, Clowns, Escapolgists, (Rope) Acrobats, Stilt walkers, Animal trainers, Painters, Aerialists, Fire dancers, Mimes, Actors, Writters, Music makers, Unicyclists, Jugglers, Flowartists, Puppeteers, Ballerinas, Circus animals, Tight rope walkers, Guitar players, Sword swallowers, Ribbon dancers, Show stunter

〃✦ ┆Intermediate/Middle-high rank┆ ✦〃: Daycare workers, Child enterainers, Muscle men/women, Motorcycle men/women, Human cannonballs, Animal feeders, Strongmen, Bearded ladies, Reptile handlers, Balloon artists, Face painters, Adoption center workers

〃✦ ┆Low rank┆ ✦〃: Mailpeople, Retrievers, Audience, Light workers, Band members, Promoters, Greeters, Ticket sellers, Stand workers, Snack sellers, Janitors, Prop setters, Lunch lady, Photographer, Prank buddies, Backstage runner

RANKING SYATEM

I am a highrank myself! So I have some sense of control over things. Also something that comes with highranks: Are the ability to create teams!

Teams are created by highranks to gain support and followers throughout the circus! And at the end of the year we can get to vote who had the best team. If a Highrank or one of the very first circus members wants to join a team, They need to fill out a form

My team is called The Hopplings! I've made a badge for it too!

And, Speaking of badges, IRL circus members can make them for their teams along with name tags and wear them when they go put! To cons in such, Some are able to cosplay their characters! And it's like a way to find fellow members!

Also, Handlers that are mentioned in the Extreme Rank, Every highrank has one! They basically, At least how I take it, Make sure things are set straight and running smoothly! I guess you could call it a leader? And Händlers also have cults. Some good, Some bad. It's a horror circus afterall! You expect them to be all sunshine and rainbows? My handler is my mom!

And... I can keep going on but at the moment I'm not sure— Oh! Lore! It's this whole thing, And every circus member has their own little "journal" with chapters! But it's still like... All together? Our lore writter is Diane :3

Also another thing I can say: There are emoji combos and abbreviations! What are these? Things to be aware of! Like trigger warnings! For exmaple mine are the ones in my bio! Aka: 💭🕸️+❤️💘,+🌺🍃 :3 The first ones mean "Do not fight with/mention fighting", The second means "Love me love me", And the 3rd means "Regressor" :3 There are a ton more– But that's just an example :D

I'm also in more teams: Razzlings(The Owner's team, Aka Vanny who goes by Razmataz in the circus), Kits(This is for a passed circus member named Cathabell), Sweeties(This was my old handler's team–), And Orbits!(Current handler's team)

Oooo interesting….

[sancta-seraphina]

Another batch of questions coming right up because I can't stop, the brainrot is real and I yearn for the worldbuilding

These are about pets in general, might be spoilery but idk

I wanna know, how do pets work in this universe?

I mean, are they immortal magical companions in animal form? Spirits of dead pets? Some kind of entity made from the owner's energy? Just normal animals? Or all of the above depending on the individual?

Do they come from parents or are just created? Are there demons specialized in breeding/creating and taking care of those animals? Are there stray animals?

Can they die? How do hell's society deal with things like animal abuse? Is it a thing?

If they can die or be lost, how is grief handled? Is one expected to just suck it up or can they grieve without being judged? At least from the society's point of view as a whole

Do they have human-like intelligence or have a expected level of sentience for their species?

Pets!!!

Okay. So. Some of it is spoilers, yes, but I will try to discuss it in a non-spoilery way 🥰 (and probably fail)

The first thing to understand is that everything with sentience in TDT universe comes from something called the Supreme Fire. Angels, humans, animals, etc... everything (plant life is slightly different, but I won't get into that here). This even applies to demons, but I won't fully explain how in an attempt to avoid spoilers. An important note is that these things come from different parts of the Supreme Fire, and in different strengths.

So with animals. There are obviously the original animals who are still in Eden, including Lucifer's pet peacock, Phosphoros. These animals dwell within the physical aspect of Heaven, but can't die—I won't get into that at the moment, either.

I am putting the rest of my commentary under a read more break because it is long… and has minor spoilers.

Obviously, animals on Earth are almost exactly the same as we know them. The Angels of Death can interact with their little souls (sparks?) the same way they guide humans to/from their bodies... but I don't think they manage to find/guide all of them, too concerned with human afterlife instead (kinda sad, but also can be assumed that they do find them, if that suits someone more). An important note is that, except for guiding souls to Hell, the Angels of Death do not enter Hell. (If an animal is brought to Heaven's physical aspect, they will get a 'shade' of their old body there, and there is a difference between an animal alive there and one who is there as a shade) (I also don't really think they are brought to Hell, unless they are stolen or wander there).

Now, in Hell, this is where some things differ, especially in terms creation. There are different classifications of demons. And demons were created by Lilith, from the actual mud and clay of Hell, in whatever shapes or likenesses she felt inclined to make. And these were brought to life in a way relevant to the paragraph about the Supreme Fire. I won’t elaborate on that due to spoilers.

Many of these creatures are chimeric versions of the animals (and angels) Lilith knew in Heaven, the most infamous being the False Angels (a bastardized likeness of humans and angels who became the parents of the Nephilim, since true angels in my works cannot reproduce—they are not entities meant for physicality or reproduction, even when in a human-like form, which is infertile for angels. This does not apply to the demons and I’m digressing). 

While most demons would be considered ‘mosters’ by humans (let your imagination have fun—there’s even a class of them called only ‘beasts’, one of which is a manticore), many of them are also simple animal-like creatures, mimicking Earthly animals almost perfectly—this is the story's origin for familiar spirits, which are technically lesser demons. This is what Lucifer's fluffy white cat classifies as. The cat cannot die of old age, but if its feline-like vessel is destroyed, and its essence does not inhabit a new vessel... then its little fire would be considered lost or wandering, or even dead if it cannot be found (there’s more to that lore, but spoilers). They can also breed with each other, but not everything is born animated (again, spoilers).

This leads me to the heavenly, winged horses I have slaughtered, like Lucifer's stallion Helel, and Bael's horse Abigor whom he gave to Eligos. When in Heaven's physical aspect, the living bodies of animals cannot suffer death unless by a specific choice (I won’t elaborate on), but those winged horses perished when they crashed into Hell—the vessels for their souls/essence were destroyed. BUT. Lilith, in all her wonderful genius, figured out how to repair and revive many of them, and let their spark-like animal souls reinhabit the damaged vessels.

Except for Lucifer's horse. For reasons I won't spoil.

So, of course, the loss of these animals can be grieved. Lucifer still grieves for his horse, an action which is both seen and discussed in Holiest. Abigor and many of the others are considered now as something ‘undead’—while they have life, it is not the same as what they had in Heaven (or would have had on Earth). I don’t think any of the fallen would expect another fallen angel to just 'suck it up' in regard to grief, especially regarding a creature they loved. I can’t say the same for demons—that would depend on the demon.

There are also hellhounds in my story—bastardizations of various types of canines. This is where we get to the question about animal abuse. Animal abuse itself would not be tolerated in Lucifer’s city or the Ninth Circle, and would not be tolerated by fallen or unfallen angels… but I cannot say the same for the City of Dis where the demons live, in the Sixth Circle. Samael—one of the False Angels and Lilith’s husband—is a notorious breeder of hellhounds and enjoys making them fight each other and fight other creatures of Hell, or literally anything he despises. I mean, I personally HATE this (Lilith does too), but there wouldn’t be stories without morally questionable characters and actions. 

Regarding sentience, I would say they have an expected level of sentience for their equated species, if not slightly more. However, there is the fun little fact that angels (especially the unfallen) can communicate with them and influence them in ways that humans usually can't. Most of the fallen have lost this ability, though (...except for one guy in particular, who retained it in regard to insects—yep, Beelzebub).

I think I've answered everything. Please let me know if something was missed or needs to be elaborated on further. <3

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

TW! History of SA and attempted R*pe

Type: hurt comfort (angst then fluff)

Silvio's Regret

The day was April 13th. It was before the king of Rohdinite died, before Belle was selected. Before Rio was found.

Morgan was still new to palace life. Even more so to liveing in Bennonite. They wondered around the palace, seeing it was oddly quiet. They couldn't find either Silvio nor André. It felt... off.

Emildio walked up to the lost enby, "Hello there. You're Silvio's current pet, right?"

"I'm not a pet." They glared at the prince.

"And I'm not a prince. I'm sure you're looking for your owner anyway." He didn't get a reply, so he continued "he usually is out at a bar. The old man gave him a lashing again. Quite pathetic, really."

"Whats more pathetic is talking shit behind your brothers back. Any dick sucking you need me to send him?"

"Not at all, I'm sure a woman will be by his side. A real one."

Morgan wasn't exactly affected by that little comment. They just left Emidio behind and went over to a nearby bar after dressing down a bit.

They went around the bar, looking for a lot of bottles, where women weren't, anything like that. But where they found the prince. Felt wrong to them.

He was clearly drunk, a woman getting really intimate with him. Too intimate. They both got up and Silvio paied the tab.

"Do you have a place nearby?~"

"Yeashhh"

That earned a soft giggle from the woman "any pla-"

"There you are, Silvio -"

"Who the hell are you?-" the woman snapped at them. "Are you trying to manipulate the poor prince in this weakend state?-"

"They would have done that mucccchhhhh sooner if they were" the drunk Silvio cut in, leaning on the two there for support

"I don't need to tell you, but I'm here to help him"

"Why would you steal him away from his fiance?-"

"Yeah- I would definitely have heard of that and of you. But, I haven't. I've actually never seen you before. So you're clearly not close to Silvio at all"

"I-"

"NO. You can back off. Think about shit. I'm taking him back to the palace."

"Nooo Morgieeee I don't wanna go there..."

"Hm? Why?"

"To saddddddd I gotta place nearby-"

"Ok- I remember all your places here, so let's go there-"

'I hope I actually remember...'

A bit later, Morgan managed to drag Silvio to one of his local vilas. Servants came and said that they would take him. Morgan refused them, asking for a bucket, water, and some bread.

Once into a room that they knew to be Silvios, they layed him onto the bed.

"Just get it over with..."

"What?-"

"You wanna get pregnant right...? Birth me an heir...?"

"N-no- I don't want that- I don't want to-" They were shaken up by the ask, a hand moved down to their stomach. As if remembering something no longer there.

"Then... why..."

"Because I'm your friend dumbass- I may be of Obsidian- but- but... I'd never take advantage of you like that."

The drunken Silvio looked at Morgan, shocked.

Then, let out a dry laugh. "Damn... the booze made things hard... I'm going to regret that when sober..."

Morgan sighed softly, then a knock was at the door.

Morgan opened it to retrieve what they asked for, denying the 'extras' they offered. Then they returned to Silvio and gave him the water.

"Tryin' ta get me moreeee drunk?-"

"No, I'm trying to make sure the hangover doesn't kill you-"

"... thanks..." Silvio gratefully took the water and sipped at it.

They placed the bucket by his bed, in case he couldn't even move in the morning.

"Do you want anything on the bread?"

"You?"

"Not happening. Anything else?"

"Just butter then" Silvio shrugged, Morgan put butter onto the bread and handed it to Silvio, who ate from their hand.

"... how did ya know..." Silvio softly asked, laying on Morgan's lap.

Morgan sighed softly, playing with Silvio's hair "I knew a man... who..." They sighed "I'll tell you that story when you're sober, ok...?"

Silvio chuckled and moved to look up at Morgan "it's funny... people want us when we don't want em... and when we want em... they don't want us..."

"Yeah... but you should finish your water... then you can sleep ok" They helped Silvio sit back up. He finished his water before laying back down in their lap.

"Tell me one of your stories...?"

"Fine- one, ok?" They smiled softly as Silvio cuddled close, grabbing their hand and moving it to his head.

Morgan obliged and started the story. It was about a pirate and a mermaid. The pirate had captured the mermaid, planning on selling her. But talking to her, she convinced him that if she was to be let go, she would help find him whatever treasures he desired. So, seeing that this was a good deal, he let the mermaid go. The crew was mad at the pirate, demanding that he prove that the mermaid was trustworthy. So he asked the mermaid to gather him a treasure of the sea. So she brought to him the most beautiful pearls.

So, with trust being formed, they both traveled the seas and fared for any treasure they could get. Some of the men of the ship wished the mermaid as the next treasure, either to sell or keep for themselves. The pirate told the mermaid to swim far away, to never listen to a request he gave again. So, the mermaid did.

The crew was upset that they lost their money maker, throwing the pirate overboard in relation. He sunk into the deapthes of the water until he saw the mermaid again. He was shocked and confused, and then the mermaid kissed him, returning his breath. He asked her why?- Why did she do such a thjng for him? Because I love you dearly. That's why.

They looked down to see Silvio was softly resting, looking at peace for the first time that day. They smiled gentley, moving Silvio's head onto his pellow, got up, and left.

[sparrow-in-boots]

amanda the adventurer and fairies (if you even care)

imo we're too focused on christian mythos with all the demons and sacrificial lambs, and forgetting the very pointed celtic mythology cues in this narrative and I'm here to be the change I wanna see in the world, so let's go!

game spoilers below, you know the deal uwu

I think the biggest hint that we should not get hung up on Christian mythology, is the fact that in the very introduction with the letter by Aunt Kate, she pointed says "by the gods." Not "by God", gods plurals. We're to take a polytheistic angle with this, but which exactly is nebulous at first.

Behind the Catching Up With Colton news clipping, there's news about a Celtic relic, the crown of the stag, being stolen, and suspicion of a gang called the Demons. This was pointed out as an easter egg from another game, but I feel there's more to it.

For the most obvious lead, there's the Pied Piper theory for Hameln entertainment, which is a fairytale. In the Coffee Break tape, we see how Sam wanted to "show the world is a magical place" which I do believe he meant as just that, being optimistic as he's characterized, but that's also a lot of settings in fairytales. There's the known world and the fantastical, magical world. And to expand on that, the setting of the story being limited to a single city and community instead of being something with a broader reach matches the usual setting of a fairytale being restricted to a single village or town. Not that unlike the Pied Piper story itself, set in the city of Hamelin.

If you really want to squint at it, things such as baking and sending cookies as a form of thanks, while pretty common daily life things are also linked to rituals to pacify the fey and offer thanks to magical beings. Cookies and pies are also incredibly common baked goods in fairytales, and for instance, the tale of Hansel and Gretel has a house of candies that lure them inside, to a witch who would fatten them up and eat them. While sweets are present in the tapes, they are often exchanged for pieces of meat and organs, almost as if they are interchangeable.

Bringing it back to the Celtic Relic clipping, there's a long explanation that the crown was given as a peace promise between the Fey and the human kings. As such, let's take a look at Celtic mythology.

Foxes in myth are messengers between worlds and are often connected to the afterlife. Also, foxes are often portrayed as fey-aligned creatures, due to their mischievous and cunning nature. Also to go broader than that, there are the myths of Reynard the Fox, a trickster spirit in folktales across Europe that often coexists with Isengrim the Wolf. It's also a common trope that foxes can shapeshift.

Picking a fox to die in a hidden bear trap is quite symbolic in itself. The fairytale character who outwits all and escapes the most difficult situations has been bested, not only defeated but killed. "Silly Mr. Fox" can not only be a display that there is no clever way out of this trap, but also that traveling between worlds is impossible or will kill you.

Now to the "Lonely Kitten", she's clearly representative of Rebecca, caught in a trap as well and without help in sight. When you try to help her, you end up as one more hanging piece of meat. Cats however are more deeply connected to fairies than foxes, with myths like the Cat-sìth which steal souls from the deceased and can curse folks who won't pacify them. One is even described as "the king of cats." While these cats are described as big as dogs, and black with a spot of white on their chests, choosing a cat is quite the artistic choice.

As for Wooly, sheep have in christian mythos the symbolism of the sacrificial lamb and so on, but let's take a look at Celtic tradition.

In Irish myth, the goddess Brigid (associated with wisdom, poetry, healing, protection, smithing and domesticated animals) was the owner of Cirb, a castrated ram who was king of all the rams and sheep of Ireland. Brigid was one of the Tuatha Dé Danann, a group of gods that became the Aen Seidhe. The fairies.

Furthermore, Cirb rules even over the seven sheep that belong to Manannán, a warrior god and ruler of the Otherworld, a realm of gods and the dead. He's responsible for keeping it hidden with a veil of invisibility, and it has been pointed out that at least two of the demons Rebecca is made to recite the names of are also granters of invisibility. Not only that, these sheep were fabled to produce enough wool to clothe every man, woman, and child the world over.

In a crossroads of christian and pagan, there's a myth that animals gain the power of speech after the stroke of midnight on Christmas Eve, including sheep. On most stories, it can only happen when they are observed and are unknowingly overheard by humans. There's also the common trope that children can hear the voice of animals while adults cannot, as a show of the magic of innocence.

I can't quite especulate much beyond this, but I think there's something to chew on here.

[bunnyandcomet]

Thread 0: Blank Slate - Chapter 1

They are intertwined.

Intricately, cruelly, like threads.

Roka: Well then, I'll get started. Department heads and core members. Thank you for gathering here today despite such short notice. Many of you are busy, so I'll cut to the chase. This is very......very hard for me to say, but I have something important to tell you all.

Ai: ......

Roka: I, owner Roka Suoh......will be leaving the store for the time being.

All: ......

Roka: I suppose you've been shocked into silence. I understand. Truly, I apolo......

Kiho: Geez, seriously. And here I was thinking something had actually happened.

Roka: Eh?

Riku: "Either way it won't be anything significant", it's just as you said.

Roka: Huh? Hey, wait a sec, this isn't what I expected!

Takeru: That's our line. You were being so unusually formal, calling us in for an "emergency meeting", that I thought it was something serious.

Roka: The owner going away is a serious thing though?!

Shizuka: That'd normally be the case, but you go away every few months. Isn't it a bit late for this?

Kou: Well, I do feel a bit sympathetic when I look at His Majesty over there, who's still working and totally ignoring us.

Sei: So today's meeting was just for Roka-san's announcement of his "trip"? Isn't that a relief, Taiga? You've been looking worried ever since he contacted us this morning.

Taiga: Eh? Wait no, you're right, but does it really show on my face that much......?

Tomose: Are we done here?

Roka: Rest assured, Tomo, we've only just started. This announcement is nothing but the beginning of a magnificent story! Let me explain how my trip this time is gonna be totally different!

Riku: Rather than resting assured, I'm starting to worry about how long this is going to take.

Kiho: As long as it doesn't majorly inconvenience the staff or customers, I don't really mind if you take time off. But when you say "for the time being", exactly how long do you plan on being away for?

Roka: Maybe a month, or several months, or several years...... Well, I guess you could say my plan's unplanned? Anyway, I've got something I wanna do!

Sei: Something you want to do...... I see. I suppose that "something" is a secret, correct?

Roka: That's right! I guess you all will just have to be patient until I've done it!

Riku, Kiho: ......

Roka: I know everyone must be anxious about my absence, but do not worry. Wipe your tears.

Takeru: Unfortunately, it seems like we're all dry-eyed.

Shizuka: I mean, as long as we have Kosaka and Kise, the shop will function just fine.

Riku: At any rate, I get that you want to take an extended vacation because there's something you want to do. Like Kiho, I won't try and stop you. Even if I said not to go, you would anyway like you always do, right?

Roka: Yup! As expected of the Super Counselor, seeing straight into all my secret thoughts!

Riku: Those are the words of someone who's hiding something. Anyway, now for Ai's judgement. What do you think?

Ai: ...... No matter how many years Roka's gone for, it won't have any real impact on the business. However......if we're talking about how the "Tail" we have for a worst-case scenario is going to disappear for an indefinite amount of time, that's a different story.

Riku: !

Roka: Hahaa...... I see, for sure. You're right. What a brilliant observation!

Ai: If this isn't going to be one of those short trips you've taken where you just fluff around, then go and find a replacement Tail.

Taiga: ......A replacement, for the role of the Tail?

Ai: Needless to say, you'll need to receive the consent of said "replacement" beforehand. I will not hire them unless they agree while being fully aware of the nature of our work and their own role.

Tomose: I don't think any decent person would accept that role on those terms.

Ai: It's Roka's replacement. As far as decency goes, he's already at rock bottom.

Tomose: I see. That is true.

Takeru: I love that unreservedness of yours, Tomose-chan.

Roka: ......THIS IS THE BEST!!!

Kou: Ah, that scared me! So loud.

Kiho: Roka. They're open for business next door.

Roka: How rude of me. But seriously, what a great suggestion! Just what I'd expect from Ai-Ai. Actually, now that I think about it, Kamiyan's been with us for a while already. It's the perfect time to gain a new friend!

Riku: "A new friend"......geez, you. This isn't a conversation you can be so carefree abou—

Roka: If they're my replacement, then they'll be the deputy owner, right? I'm getting excited! OK! First thing tomorrow, I'm gonna go out and search for them!

Riku: ......Haah...... Forget it, I get it. That's just the kind of guy you are.

Kou: I understand how you feel, Riku-san. But any chance of a serious discussion was knocked out the moment Tomose-san's "straight punch" question landed.

Kiho: It's easy to say that you'll go searching, but do you even know what you're looking for?

Roka: Nope!

Kiho: Thought so.

Sei: That declaration had a good feeling to it.

Shizuka: I really don't get how he can live like that all time.

Takeru: Even a fool who comes this far is a genius.

Roka: It's fine. No need to worry. I'll definitely find the bestest, most suitable deputy owner...... I have a feeling they're gonna be just that good!

Yuzuru: Welcome. My name is Kise, and I will be your guide. Firstly, allow me to explain what our shop is exactly. We operate as an ordinary café during the daytime, but at night we become a members-only bar. To limited patrons only, we offer a relaxing time and a "temporary staffing agency" service. In place of yourself, another, or "something other than that"... As long as it involves taking the place of a living human, we will flexibly take on any commission. Well then. What kind of "substitution" are you seeking today?

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[lilamala]

tagged by @girlraskolnikov to post 9 books i want to read in 2025! i dont really plan ahead that much so this is pretty much comprised of books i already own and havent read yet oops tagging any of my mutuals or followers who want to to it! i feel a bit shy about specifically tagging anyone but do not feel shy to do it and tag me in it!!

some comments under the cut because i cannot shut up

a friend whose literary taste i trust lent me geek love a few weeks ago so i want to read it before the semester break ends so i can give it back to her! might be my first read of the year :)

i've been into books from/set in medieval times recently :) i read some middle german/middle dutch arthuriana this year to keep up my language skills and i really enjoyed them, so when i stumbled across this book at the secondhand bookstore i knew i had to buy it! very charming edition and there were two old polaroids inside, always fun to find little treasures of the previous owners

Musil has been kicking my ass since.... um. september oopsie. i read parts of it for a seminar and i despaired because it really resonated with me and i knew i had to read it but its such a brick! tiny font as well. i will persevere! I do enjoy it but its not exactly light reading haha

i really love A Spy in the House of Love and enjoyed Delta of Venus as well, and her diaries were included in the collection of erotic books i bought off a former art professor (as one does) so i think i'd like to give them a read this year. reading diaries or journals is always a bit strange to me (so personal! although authors do tend to think about publication i wager) but very interesting as well

quite a few of Fleur Jaeggy's books were freshly translated into german this summer and i havent gotten around to reading this short story collection just yet. She's definitely one of my favourite authors! originally in italian but i think at least her novel was translated into english as well.

game of kings im currently reading and making good way on it but i def want to finish it so i can get around to geek love and the once and future king. this is really a stand-in for the rest of the lymond chronicles which i think will be my for-fun reads for the next time. its good fun! i enjoy authors who are meticulous researchers and very well-read

along with Jaeggy part of my efforts to read more swiss/german literature. i read so much english! i do quite like getting recs for reading from blogs and the like, and i dont really know any for german lit apart from actual literature magazines. maybe something to look into this year!

wuthering heights what can i say its a gap in my education. i wanna read it in autumn 🍂🏰

and a manga because im not pretending to be a total literature snob (only a bit of course) ive been into shoujo manga from the 70s and the poe clan has been on my list for a bit — i love vampires! and ive been looking through the scans of the gothic and lolita bible for book recs and this one featured a few times! i got so many good manga/comic recs from there: meat cake by dame darcy turned into an instant favourite and funeral procession of k by maki kusumoto likewise

this is getting me excited for the new year :) lets see if i do read all of these ^^

[sirowsky]

--I Came By--

Description: This is based on the excellent movie with the same name, starring Hugh Bonneville as the baddie. I've taken Dave York to be the "hero" of the story and twisted it around a bit, hopefully creating something entertaining. No reader or OC, just Dave and the baddie.

Rating: Mature 18+ Warnings: Observe! Author is choosing not to display warnings on this story, to avoid spoilers. Read at your own risk. Word Count: 1160 Author’s Masterlist

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   He’s broken into a thousand places before. Always alone and always with a fully mapped out plan from which he never deviates. If even one small thing differs from his plan, he will abort and try again later.    No one ever knows that he’s there, even when the owners are home, and no one ever finds any trace of him. That’s how good he is.

   The target for tonight was picked months ago, and then rigorously studied, first from afar, and then up close. He’s already been inside the house a dozen times, mapping it piece by piece, finding all the flaws but also any potential danger, preparing for every eventuality.    The plan is set, and the operation begins at 2am.    Everything goes smoothly on the way in, he’s on schedule.

   But halfway through the operation, there’s a deviation.

   Normally, that means it’s time to back out, but this anomaly is so odd that instead of making him apprehensive, it’s making him feel stupid.    Because he’s been in the basement several times, so he knows that that’s where the safe is, along with the rare and expensive wine bottles and other collectibles that the owner enjoys.    He also knows that there was no door down there on any of the other visits.

   And yet, there is now.

   The walls are stone, so an extra room can’t simply have been added in the two days since his latest recon visit, it had to have been there all along, just extremely well hidden.    Which leaves him with a dilemma.    It’s not part of the plan, so he should leave it alone, but people hide doors for all kinds of interesting reasons, and usually to conceal valuable things.

   The door has no handle and it’s only protected by a normal padlock, which he can pick in seconds, and it won’t take long to assess whether there’s anything in there that he might have use for, so he decides to risk it.    It’s not the first time he’s gone off script, although the occasions are few and far between, and this time, it really does seem harmless enough.

   He could not have been more wrong.

   The door opens inward, revealing a prison-cell like room, where a young man, no more than twenty years old, is chained to a bed.    He’s in such bad shape that he can barely lift his head to see who’s there. Clothes that are so filthy that their original color can’t even be distinguished, and so torn up that much of his scarred and bruised skin is visible, hang loosely over his body.

   Whoever this kid is, he’s been there for a long time, and every day of it has been torturous. Dave has seen and been responsible for enough cruelty in his days, to know exactly what this person has suffered.    And for that, he pities the man. But he doesn’t owe him anything.    This is not his problem, and he has no interest in becoming a savior. In fact, that’s about as far from his usual person that he could possibly get.

   The kid has just begun trying to sit up, realizing that it’s not his captor who’s standing there, when the thief backs out and closes the door again, bolting it back up and returning to his schedule.    And just five minutes later, he’s back outside with his loot, calmly walking away without a care in the world.

   But the next day, there’s big headlines in the papers about the richest man of that area having been robbed during the night, which catches his attention. Because for the most part, people who lock other people in their basements tend to wanna avoid having policemen search their houses for clues.    Not this particular creep, though. And that makes him interesting.

   So, the following night, the thief returns to the large house, sneaking inside while the owner is still up, sitting in his armchair with a cup of tea, reading a book.    Dave has been watching him for a good half-hour when the man eventually realizes that he isn’t alone in the spacious living room, and to his credit, he remains perfectly calm despite the startling discovery.

   “You’re the man that robbed me,” he simply states, as if it’s of little consequence.

   But the thief can hear the concealed contempt at the trespasser’s audacity to steal from him.

   “Yeah. Sadly, I’m not here to return it,” Dave replies just as casually, with the exception that his leisure isn’t faked.

   “So, you’re just back to gloat, then?”

   “Nope. Not my style,” he offers, before just jumping straight to the point. “I’m here about the hidden door in the basement, and the kid you’ve got chained up there.”

   The man scoffs at that, but not to suggest that such a thing is ridiculous. He scoffs at the notion that this lowlife and common criminal has uncovered his precious secret, something that he clearly considers to be insulting.

   “Oh, let me guess, you’ve decided that you do have a heart and that you’re gonna try and force me to let him go so that you can be a hero, instead of the cockroach underneath my boot.”

   He practically spits the last few words, before reeling himself in again, smoothing his hands over his own thighs and letting a smirk adorn his lips as he continues.

   “Well, that’s not gonna happen. What is going to happen, is that I am going to step on you, until your every bone is broken and you’re leaking your stinking filth all over the sidewalk.”

   But Dave just smiles back, while he pulls a 9mm pistol from the back of his belt, and plants just one bullet in the man’s head.    Then he leaves the house and the entire neighborhood. Someone will have heard the shot and called the police, and they can rescue the kid and spend the rest of their days trying to figure out who shot the creep, for all he cares.

   Because the truth is, he didn’t do it to save anyone. He did it because the rich asshole upset his perfectly devised plan. Because he somehow missed the door on all previous visits and that pisses him off.    The fact that the guy was a genuine monster is of no consequence. Had he not fucked up the schedule, he’d still be alive.

   No one is allowed to interfere with his operations, before or after the fact. That’s why he will never have a partner, and that’s how he always wins.

   He doesn’t read the paper the following day, so he doesn’t know that the kid lived. It makes no difference, since the boy never saw his face.    But Dave does recognize him when he crosses paths with him nearly two years later, and he does notice that the kid is doing well.    Why he notices that, he can’t understand, because it doesn’t matter to him.

   Or at least… it shouldn’t.

THE END

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Thank you for reading and helping me celebrate! I wish you a wonderful day <3

Tagging a few people who I think might wanna read these stories: @startrekkingaroundasgard @deadhumourist @tintinn16 @suttonspuds @tanzthompson @shsoba05 @f0rever15elf @justnat15 @lowlights @dornish-queen @radiowallet @spishsstuff @harriedandharassed @i-love-movies @tiffanypooh @chaoticfestninja @insomniamamma @pedrostories

[wanderings-of-galar]

Hi there. I’m not really sure how this whole thing works but…I’m just your less-than-average Galarian who likes watching Pokémon, enjoying nature, or just chilling around. I’m not very good at talking to people, so I made this blog to try and be more social…but I don’t really know how that will go…

I have two Pokémon at the moment, my dearest Inteleon, River, and my lovely Gallade, Callister. I’m not the best at battling and it makes me quite anxious, especially against others…but, you know. I’ve had to do a few battles because my Pokémon like it and who am I to deny them being cool and strong? :)

Sometimes I travel to other places, but you can most often find me in Wedgehurst where I live, or around the Wild Area. I love learning new things about Pokémon.

((ooc info and ref under cut))

//Above is a ref of Soda - I might make a higher quality one in future but this has all the basic details

Hello I’m very new to poke rp so if I mess stuff up I’m sorry. I, the creator of the blog (mun?) am also called Soda, so if you wanna talk to me ooc please do specify (sorry I know it’s confusing). Both I and the character (muse?) are autistic, use she/her pronouns, are 20 years old, and are bisexual.

This character is basically a self insert of sorts with some changes here and there. There probably won’t be any extreme or angsty lore, this is just a mostly comfy blog meant to document various things the character and her pokemon do together. I’m pretty anxious myself so if i take a while to reply or some replies seem awkward, that’s why (but also that’s the character too).

Feel free to ask questions and interact in character, whether as an or a canon character, with Soda, you don’t have to ask first but you’re free to if you like. As aforementioned I may take a while to reply due to motivation, anxiety, and ideas/inspiration for a response, so I appreciate patience and non-time-sensitive interactions. Unplanned angsty, dramatic or lore-heavy interactions are likely to be ignored but I will look at them case by case so please ask first, however please note as this is mainly a chill blog I am likely to say no (but again, you are free to ask and I will take it case by case).

I am triggered by certain themes including catastrophic/world-ending scenarios (this is a big one, please especially avoid this), cults/obsession over religious figures, and manipulation/gaslighting/corruption. I would greatly appreciate if you avoid discussing these themes with me or RPing them with my character. I can handle certain dark character story themes such as s/h and mental illness however I have personal experience with those so handle them lightly if you mention them. I am fine with flirtatious or mildly suggestive themes however I’m not okay with outright nsfw.

Some canon characters I have very personal, emotional connections with and interpretations of them that may differ from yours or your au’s. I will try not to bring these into my RP since it is personal and doesn’t exactly work with other’s stories and interpretations. I do self ship however this will not be included in the blog or canon to the blog’s character. Please respect my, the blog owner’s, opinions of certain characters, including negative opinions, and that Soda the character I play may be uncomfortable or dislike certain characters as part of her personality, nothing against you personally.

Thank you for reading and respecting my boundaries! <3

This is a side blog so I will like and follow from my main @triskelion-soda //

DO NOT INTERACT: Pr*shippers/comship, terf/radfem,Tr*mp supporter, shblr/edblr/jiraikei/menhera, or similar.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

tell me all about dnd character(s) please i am begging

OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY OKAY OKAY!!!!! HAGVJDFD GLADLY I WILL

I GOT A COUPLE SO LETS GET INTO THIS:

ohevet: first ever character! uses she/they i think (and if they didnt, they do now! update: JUST REMEMBERED, IT WAS HE/HIM FOR A CIS WOMAN! THROW OUT THE OTHER IDEA SORRY) and also my first aroace character. his name is a joke with that honestly, as ohevet is hebrew for love. i lost the stat sheet a bit back BUT im working on rewriting the stats so i can make an actual character of him! his backstory is kinda silly and i dont really remember it rn so ill also be redoing that shit for sure, but i do know one thing, he's cursed. with this marking on his face, hes able to get "Stackable Concussions" (which me and my dms came up with stat affection ideas but i do also wanna make my own for funzies, and i doubt either would mind if you also wanted to lol). by the end of the campaign, he had been like the only one to not try to seduce someone (my friend had gotten a nat 20 to seduce "mommy nature" so theres that) and had a stack of 10 concussions. how he was still standing is beyond me. did i fall for him? abso-fucking-lutely, i made him hot and wanted him carnially and yet hes aroace so what can my gay ass do? (fun fact: one of my dms is my now girlfriend!) btw before i forget, mountain dwarf fighter, and had a lizard he took off the floor rather then pay for a pet, one of the players had its brother/cousin.

ivy: meant to be an npc for my campaign (which btw ill gladly talk about BUT MY PLAYERS CANNOT SEE THIS LOL ARCADIAN AND GAYWITCHNERD SKIP TO THE SECOND PARAGRAPH ON IVY), but a played character in my friend's (arcadian) campaign (arcadian was the one to try and seduce "mommy nature" btw). speaking of npc, the played character and npc have different stories, so we going with npcs rn! ivy (she/they/star pronouns lol) was meant to be a royal guard who did training and learning in the forests, but im thinking of making her a shop owner (eh, probs for out of dnd oc shit). while in the forest, she sorta fell for a nymph there which looks a lot like one of my players characters (agreed romance thing lol). while in town, i plan for her to sorta like fall for said player after bumping into them and shit. that being said, love wont be her only motivation! i do have some plot ideas i need to think up, but im pretty ready to connect shit in. also shes gonna have a dog familiar (my dog) just to involve her somehow lol. oh yeah she slso has gay moms

NOW WE TALK HER AS A PLAYED CHARACTER! in arcadians campaign, shes a half-elf druid like before, but her lesbian parents arent really too existant. (hey gaywitchnerd, i dont mind you reading this, but your character wouldnt know this info) due to issues with her planet, ivy has had her set of challenges, and is looking for strength in knowledge (literally). back home, theres some fucking secret thing there for some deity. on this route, its a pursuit of learning what the deity is. (another idea i had was that the swamp she once lived in is commonly disregarded, and due to anxiety she worried about it being forgotten and shit happening to it so she went looking for power to protect it) there are religions based around it, but ivy isnt exactly religous but still learning as much as she can about it. (fun fact for this one, but its related to the oc: i was planning for her to have BPD, but i wasnt sure how to play one so as a non-dnd character im gonna find ways to incorperate it, also she likes one of the pcs and an npc, the pc is my gfs one but i doubt they realise it lol)

hunter: like all my characters, i go into it with a basis, something i build around for them (ivy is an acception, she was just gonna be an npc), and hunters no different. since the campaign features 3-4 tabaxis (cant remember for sure), an undead, and other various magical people, i wanted to be just a regular guy, which i am! human fighter guy and all that, pretty normal (most extraordinary thing is that hes a magician)...except humans arent fucking normal here because its a tabaxi village. i fucking love that i didnt know this btw! CAUSE I DID NOT, NOR DID MY FRIENDS REALIZE. the story with this guy that i got is he was a traveling performer, one who used this bow tie made special by his fiancé, which works like the bandana chip uses. this however, got taken while traveling, and hes not willing to preform at a show or anything until he gets it back. for the tabaxi village hes disguised as a cat and his whip is his cat tail (this is to make up for the fact that im not a tabaxi with them all lol)! fun fact for him now: his original design was meant to look feminine and masculine to encapsulate my bigenderness in a character ("the most magical thing about them is their gender!"), but ended up feeling too extra for the "just a guy" vibe and got a total redesign lol (he/him cishet man btw, gonna be fun to try <- bigender afab)

techic: my newest campaign character (who i get to play again in 5 minutes, but by the time i finish writing this, we may have started already lol)! a genderfluid tiefling warlock, who worked as a cashier at a 8/12 before shit went down (its an apocalypse campaign). (update, it did actually, writing while we wait for players to arrive) the funny idea with this one? "what if they made a deal for surgery and just got more out of it?". not much on them rn so fun fact time! their mom is a pc (played by arcadian) and currently being locked in a closet cause they ate their zombified partner!

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your good will: 37

troubled times

a/n: hi okay um next chapter... i'm a bit nervous about this one bcs i'm dropping a serious piece of steve harrington lore that i've kind of had as an unconfirmed headcannon to myself since season 2 came out... and i know how arguments can rise from things like this, but just keep in mind that it's my interpretation, it's my story - i'm definitely not saying it's canon. just my idea. happy reading <3

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Maggie wakes in the night, everything dark around her, night owls in the woods making for a faint lullaby, and Steve missing from his usual spot next to her, or around her, in his bed. She wants to sleep further, the slumber she woke up from just now out of the blue being oh-so-delicious and deep, but she’s wondering where Steve is. He’s not one to go on night runs or anything like that. 

With regret, she rubs her eyes so they’d be empty of all sleep - she guesses she’s gonna need to be fully awake for whatever’s happened - and sits up in bed. She pats Steve’s side of the bed and feels it just now growing cold, and knows it’s been a few minutes he’s gone from bed already. Then she hears quiet noises, like sniffles or whispers, coming from his bathroom, and sees light seeping into the bedroom through a thin line in the closed door. She furrows her brow and hops out of bed. The chilly air of the night, in contrast to the warm sheets, caresses her bare thighs and she makes her steps to the bathroom just a tad quicker.

The door is open, and she pushes it forwards to have a look inside, a little scared for what she might see, but determined nonetheless. Steve’s there, thankfully, and nothing other than him hunched over the bathroom sink looks out of order. Maggie taps two fingers against the door, pulling Steve’s attention to her, and gives him a soft smile. “Hey,” she says, but her smile fades a little when she sees him looking… out of sorts, unlike his usual self. His eyes look as tired as ever, encircled by red and violet tones, the chocolate brown of his irises now reminding her more of a gray-brown tone. Devoid of their usual warmth.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up, so I…” Steve says, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, too, and Maggie notices how his voice sounds - like a sick person’s, or one who’s been crying their eyes out. Her worry grows bigger, her heart surges. Steve sniffles, and that’s the third giveaway of what he’s been doing in the bathroom by himself. Maggie comes closer to him, of course, unsure if he wants her that close now. 

“What’s wrong?” She gently inquires. Steve’s head still hangs low, swaying from side to side, hair moving along with it, both hands gripping the edges of the sink. “Was it a nightmare?” She whispers, and Steve shakes his head. 

“Not really, just a… a memory,” he answers in that cried-out voice, “I don’t know… I just woke up, and it just… consumed my mind. Next thing I know, I–I feel like I can’t breathe,” Steve’s one hand goes to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt there, “and my eyes are burning and–”

“And you’re crying,” Maggie finishes his sentence for him, and Steve looks up at her, nodding. She knows Steve isn’t exactly used to crying, he’s been taught all his life by none other than his father that only weak people or women cry, which has set in an example of how a strong man should behave and go about his feelings. It’s what Steve’s struggled with in his teenage years, what he still struggles with. But he forgets that he’s cried in Maggie’s company before.

“I just didn’t wanna wake you up… because of it,” he admits and blows his nose - no doubt it’s been runny from crying. Maggie sighs and hops onto the bathroom counter, “just feel… kind of embarrassed.” Steve says, an airy chuckle following his sentence, feeling embarrassed even to admit that.

“Crying isn’t embarrassing,” Maggie tells him quietly, “it’s actually… therapeutic. Helps let out what we’re feeling but can’t really… explain.” She explains, looking into Steve’s eyes and hoping some of what she says sticks with him. He runs both hands over his face. “I’ve seen you cry before, never thought it was embarrassing or… you know, I haven’t judged you for it,” Maggie reminds him, “what’s different this time?”

Steve shakes his head again. “I don’t know,” he says, fear in his voice, “I can’t explain it, like you said. I just… I don’t know. What the hell have we been through…” He takes his hands away from his face and looks at himself in the mirror. Maggie rests her hand on his, then goes up his arm and her other hand reaches up to him, too. She’s testing his waters - if he’s comfortable with her touching him while he’s in this frail state of mind. Her hands gently pull him to her until he gives in, and he crashes against Maggie like a tidal wave. Nearly knocks the breath out of her, but she makes sure not to show it. Poor guy already feels embarrassed, she doesn’t want to make it worse. 

Steve’s body is trembling under Maggie’s embracing arms, he’s both hot and cold to the touch. His breaths seem more like hiccups, and maybe he's still crying. She hugs him closer, really puts her heart into holding him. “I'm almost nineteen years old, I shouldn't be crying because of monsters or russian soldiers,” Steve says, and it breaks Maggie's heart, “I should be crying because no colleges or even tech offered me a place, but I just knew I wouldn't make it, so it never made me sad.” He admits, after which more crying hiccups come. Maggie closes her eyes. She's trying to come up with ways to comfort him. 

“Hopper almost shot someone's dog last year because it reminded him of those demo-dogs,” she says quietly, “my mom had to watch Bob get eaten alive by them, and she's still having nightmares about it. I think she relives that moment every day, or at least anytime she thinks about Bob,” Maggie ponders, “she still makes sure no one goes anywhere alone. Every call she gets to the house gives her a heart attack.” She rubs Steve's shaking back. “There is no age to fear, to trauma. And you're not weak by having it.” 

Steve's silent as he takes her words in. His father has made him believe that showing any emotion is a sign of weakness, that dealing with things instead of bottling everything up is what weak, emotional people do. Emotional = weak. Sensitive = weak. He's never felt allowed to speak about what troubles him at home, or with his school friends - because they weren't genuine friends, really -, so he learned to never quite deal with any emotion that comes up. He was close to crying that night of the party with Nancy, in the bathroom. But he had suppressed everything for so long that that unbearable sadness hurt in such a way that he couldn't even cry. It was just… unexplainable. 

He's pretty sure he was also close to crying when the russians demanded information out of him, because he kept telling the truth, and they kept beating him up for everything else they wanted to hear, he was just desperate for it all to end. And when he and Robin were laying on the floor, he almost started crying because he thought about Maggie. And when Maggie told him she'll be moving away somewhere with her family, he cried in front of her, and it happened unexpectedly, too. She didn't react to it - judgy or otherwise, she didn't push him away because of it, it was just… A regular thing for her. She made him feel like it wasn't a big deal, to cry or cry in front of her. 

And he understands what she's saying to him now, about age not measuring the ability to experience fear or trauma. And woah, trauma they have both had a lot of. Now comes the time to process that. Both of them have been thrust into such unexplainable, unpredictable events and situations that they don't even know where to begin. Maggie's pondered about having an Owens-assigned therapist to just get through it all easier. 

“You don't have to be, like… macho or whatever in front of me all the time,” Maggie tells him with a gentle smile on her face, “you're being strong by letting yourself feel things, you know? Especially to me, and I'm glad you let me see all that you're feeling.” She soothes him. “I know it's complicated for you, but you're doing a good job. And you're not embarrassing in any way,” she promises and presses a kiss to his shoulder, “I sometimes notice things about you that can only be explained by trauma.” 

Steve pulls back slightly, arms still around her like hers are around him, and looks at Maggie. His lips are plump, his eyes and cheeks puffy, red, almost swollen. She's gonna have to show him the ice trick after this, she realizes. “Like what?” Steve asks, sniffling again and looking at his love. She sighs.

“Like… you never wanting us to have sex on your bed,” she says quietly, and diverts her eyes from his, even almost pulling her hands away from him, but not quite. She knows he loves physical touch, and he's confirmed that he doesn't mind it now, “it's not like I desperately want to have it there, it's just… I know why we don't do it there.” Maggie explains and shrugs her shoulders. “I think you just… subconsciously avoid it. We do it on the carpet, or on the pillows by the window… or downstairs all around,” Steve makes a small smile at that. They sure do it all around, “I think if I'd ever ask to do it on your bed, you'd realize that we don't, we never have.” Maggie shrugs again, and shyly looks up into Steve's eyes.

He sighs and nods. “Yeah, you're right,” he agrees in a soft, quiet voice. If he talked any louder, he would croak. He stands back away from the counter, pulls Maggie off with him, and they both sit side by side with backs against the lower bathroom cabinets, legs tickled by the northern carpet on the floor, “just makes me think of that night… when Barbara died.” Steve explains further, and Maggie nods. She pulls her knees up to her chest. “How I could have… done something to stop it, if I wasn't…” he shakes his head, and that finishes his sentence already. “It's also probably the reason I never did it with Nancy again after that.” Steve admits, and Maggie turns her head to look at him, just to see if he's pulling her leg. But he isn't. There's the serious, fallen-face look on his features now that he sits without saying a word.

“You're serious?” Maggie asks, and Steve nods without meeting her eyes. “You were together for almost a whole year.” She quietly adds, and Steve just nods his head of hair again. 

“I know, and–and every time we tried, I just kept… remembering everything,” he says, “killed the mood for me, to say the least. I was just there, where this whole mess started, all over again.” Steve breathes a deep sigh and rests the back of his head against the cabinets. “I just couldn't.” 

“But… with me…” Maggie doesn't even know what she wants to say. Clearly, it would be stating the obvious to say he's not like that with her. Steve shakes his head softly.

“It's different with you,” he states the obvious, what Maggie was herself thinking, “sure, we have trauma and everything together, but… it's like with Nancy, there was this… guilt that we both had for Barbara's death, and we never talked about it. It was eating us alive.” Steve explains. “If you think about it, our relationship started with guilt, with hiding something, a couple of things.” He sighs again. “It's not like that with you.”

Maggie rests her head on her knees, hugging her legs close, and she sighs, too. He is right. It seems he can see his and Nancy's relationship more clearly now than he could before, see things now that others noticed a while ago. Maggie knows for every boy there's that first love that they can never quite get over, someone they'll always remember, maybe compare their following relationships to. A sad truth, but a truth nonetheless. For Steve, Nancy is that first love. She'll always be somewhere in his mind, not as an option or a person he's still in love with, but just there. 

“You give everything to me,” Maggie states quietly, “you tried to give her everything, too.” She says a truth Steve hears for the first time aloud. 

“I did,” he says, “I really did. But it just didn’t work out. Jonathan is… her person. There's someone like that for everyone,” Steve admits and makes a gentle smile. Maggie nods. Do you think I'm that person for you? Or you for me? She doesn't want to get into that conversation now, “what else have you noticed about me?”

She huffs. “I don't know,” she says, “that was kind of the main one. Oh,” she remembers and raises her head up, “you don't drink beer by the pool anymore. And you don't hang around the pool alone after dark.” Maggie counts off two points, both of which ring true to Steve. He nods. 

“I was never one to be scared of the dark, but man,” he sways his head from shoulder to shoulder, “I feel like I'm five years old and running upstairs after turning the lights off, anytime I even take a look at the pool in the dark. Even if I'm here, upstairs.” Maggie gives the hand of his laying on his knee a gentle squeeze. 

“I was never scared of the dark, either,” she tells him, “I loved walking around the woods here, for hours, day or night.” She remembers. “But since two years ago… I just can't anymore. I do take detours sometimes during the day, but mom and Hopper always remind me to not go outside after dark, just in case. And they're right, I guess.”

“People in school used to say you were like the lady of the woods,” Steve tells her, “that you walked around the woods at night, even slept there instead of your house.” Maggie chuckles at that. “Made your clothes out of everything you found there.”

“What an old-fashioned rumor,” she deducts, and Steve agrees with a nod, “I used to go there to just listen to music, or read, or just stare at the sky. Now I can't go alone, or after dark, but that just… isn't right.”

“All this mess really ruined your go-to escape from the world, huh?” Steve asks, and Maggie nods. She somehow feels that the two of them have drifted into this limbo where they're just friends. The conversation sure feels that way. “Pretty sad.” He says and runs his thumb over Maggie's hand, the one intertwined with his own. 

“Yeah,” she agrees, not having thought about it much until now, “but I have other go-to escapes now.” She says and looks into his with a soft smile. Steve, tilted head resting against the cabinets, looks at Maggie with eyes full of nothing but love and affection, feeling head-over-heels for her all over again, and smiles wide. “Promise to not feel embarrassed about crying in front of me anymore?” She gently requests, and Steve nods.

“I promise,” he says and kisses the top of her hand, “you take such good care of me, Mags. Hardly let me do the same.” Steve states, making them both laugh. That's partly true, but only partly, because the support he gave her as soon as they reunited after recent tragic events was plenty enough. “It's gonna make you a good mom some day.”

Maggie looks at him, chin resting on her shoulder, wondering eyes staring into his. “You really think so?” She's always known that the way she loves people and shows that love is different from everyone else's way of doing so.

“Oh, I know so,” Steve confirms with a firm head nod, “any guy by your side then will be lucky to be there.”

“Who's to say it's not gonna be you?” Maggie inquires, and Steve just shrugs. “Thought you promised me this forever with you.” She partly jokes, partly not. 

“Things can change at any moment,” Steve states, “but I do hope more than anything that I will be that guy.” He tells her. “I'll work on that, and on the forever promise.” A promise to keep a promise.

Maggie smiles sweetly at him. “I don't want anyone other than you, I never would,” she admits quietly, looking into his eyes with her sincere ones. Steve's lip quivers into a smile and he sniffles again, eyes turning glassy, and pulls his girlfriend gently into his embrace, her legs across his. They curl into each other, he kisses the top of her head and breathes a deep sigh. 

Maggie rests a hand on his chest, and feels his breathing more even, body not trembling anymore. It's probably because of her, that effect she has on him. “You think I'll be like this for the rest of my life?” Steve asks quietly, in a wounded voice. “Or is it just… really bad right now?” She can hear the fear in his words.

“It's just bad right now,” Maggie answers, “you saw how I was around Hop's tribute day. I still miss him like hell, but the feeling… the grief, I guess, just got easier to bare.” She shrugs her shoulders softly. “Besides, not even a month has passed since that night. Give yourself time.”

Steve nods and rests his head atop Maggie's. “You know me, jumping to extremes,” he says and Maggie smiles softly. He does tend to do that, yes, “I just… I don't know. Do you think this will ever… stop haunting us?” 

She shrugs. “On the surface, maybe,” she ponders, “but it's gonna affect our subconscious, it already has. It's just not possible to walk away from things like this without a scratch on us - physical or otherwise.” Maggie sighs deeply. She knows it's not really an uplifting answer, but it's realistic. “I've been thinking of maybe asking Owens if he knows any therapists,” she admits, “someone who we might be able to talk to about all of what's happened, because let's be real, we can't just go to any therapist.” 

Therapy. Steve had never really thought about it. Probably because his parents never mentioned such a thing. Hell, they barely checked in on him when he came home bruised up in winter two years in a row. It's not like he could have told them about any of what's happened those previous two years, or now. He's glad their business trip's been extended and they're not home now, and won't be for his birthday, either. They don't have to see his bruised up face and he doesn't have to come up with an excuse. His father already thinks he's an irresponsible teenager who does nothing but laze around or get into fights. 

Mr and Mrs Harrington would never admit their son would need therapy. It would break their reality, they'd close off or give him a hard time about it. But he does need therapy, there's signs all around, one of them being the feeling of embarrassment about crying. “That'd be a good idea,” Steve agrees in the silence that's fallen between them. Maggie is glad to hear this from him, because she was fearing that Steve would condone the idea of seeing a therapist at its very roots, “how do we get in touch with him, though?”

They both chuckle. “I don't know, I'll ask mom if she knows,” Maggie suggests, “last year he gave them some number and codenames to contact him. All very secret, of course.” Steve chuckles quietly as his hand plays with Maggie's hand in her lap. 

“I've never been to therapy,” he admits, “never thought of it, really.”

“I can imagine, knowing your parents,” Maggie agrees, “no wonder your feelings are so complicated.” She chuckles, and Steve hums in response. “I think it'll be very good for us to talk to someone about it. Everything in therapy is confidential, so you can trust the specialist completely.”

“You ever seen a therapist?” He asks her, and Maggie nods.

“But it wasn't for long, because we ran out of free sessions and couldn't afford it,” she explains, “was right after mom divorced dad. The school counselor assigned me and Jonathan to see one. And after the free sessions ran out, we were given to the school's therapist, but… he wasn't much of a therapist.” She remembers how the guy tried to fish out some facts about Maggie's family that just weren't true, and were very similar to the rumors running around at that time. Felt like he was the rumor central for Hawkins High. “He seemed more like a news reporter fishing for a story.”

“Awh, I'm sorry,” Steve tells her, “horrible when people think your feelings are a joke. I know how that feels.” Maggie gives Steve's hand an affectionate squeeze at that. Tommy and Carol. His father. A handful of other people at school. King Steve has no feelings, they think, won't mind if we ridicule the few he chooses to show. “God, we had such a great day just now, and now I feel like I'm falling to pieces.” Steve says quietly and breathes a deep exhale, one he's tried to keep more tears down with. 

“It happens,” Maggie says, “just comes over you all of a sudden. We did have a great day.” She agrees and looks up at him. She sees tears in Steve's eyes, he's quiet, not saying a word nor trying to do so. There's a storm bubbling under his surface, almost brewing over the top, but he doesn't let it. Maggie can see and feel it, though. She reaches her free hand up to his cheek and turns it downwards, to the left, to be facing her. “Look at me,” she pleads at barely a whisper volume to him, urging Steve's diverted, shy eyes to finally meet hers. All this time she thought she was the shy one in their duo. His eyelashes sticking together with tears, eyes darting all around except for his love's eyes, Steve breathes a shaky sigh, “look at me.” Maggie requests again, even quieter this time, and Steve finally complies. Looking into her eyes, he realizes he should have just done it sooner. There's no hiding from her in the best way possible, and her eyes always offer sanctuary. Love, comfort, understanding. “I will pick those pieces up,” Maggie promises, her hand gently caressing her boyfriend's cheek, “you don't have to ask me, I will. You don't have to feel guilty for it, or like you owe me something. I'm always here, and I'll try to be there even when there's miles between us.” She gives him a gentle smile, and Steve nods, tears falling from his red eyes. 

Their foreheads press together, eyes closed, Maggie gently dries his cheeks of the fallen tears, and she smiles. “There's nothing wrong with you,” she tells him, and hears his breathing getting ragged again, “emotions need to be felt,” she reminds, “tears need to be cried, and they'll come in unexpected moments. But that's alright, too.” She circles both her other hands around her Steve's neck. “I accept and love every part of you, and I wish you would, too.” Maggie sighs quietly. Steve wraps both arms around her and pulls her closer, though almost impossibly so because they’re close as can be.

He draws in a trembling breath, and exhales a long one, also trembling. Maggie can feel the restrain in his chest, like his lungs are almost ruptured. “Me too,” he admits, “wish I could… see the world through your eyes sometimes. See myself how you see me.” Steve says in whispers, because he feels far too emotional to be talking at normal volume. The tears are back, and they're stealing his voice, puncturing his vocal cords. Maggie knows what that's like. Your feelings, your pain, restraining you. Hurts so bad you can't even speak. She rests her head in the crevice between his neck and shoulder. “S-Sorry,” Steve chokes out, “you probably wanna go back to sleep.” 

Maggie shakes her head gently. “I'm alright,” she assures him, “I'll stay with you however long it takes.” Steve sniffles, and Maggie feels his hand caressing her side. She knows his tending to fidget when feeling nervous, stressed, or when he's crying - though she's seen him do that only two times, and both were on the same day. And if he has someone he can hold, he'll fidget with their clothes, or hands, or hair. There's no one else in that position but Maggie, of course. 

She hates how he feels about himself. How him showing emotions and inner processes is embarrassing, how he thinks it's burdening towards Maggie, how his father has taught him that it's weak. It will take a long time to get over the trauma caused by all these interdimensional events, but it will take longer to heal from what Steve's been taught to think about himself. It is, essentially, changing the way his brain works. And yeah, Maggie has her own changing of brain work to do, because god knows her father left quite an effect on her, and her brothers. 

She just wishes that it all would be easier. That there would be just one hard thing to deal with at a time, just monsters or just childhood trauma. Only monsters or only insecurities. Not both at the same time.

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