#and it is nobodys right to tell you where you do and dont belong!

[iid-smile]

Hiii, I know this is probably a weird request and if it's triggering or just something you'd not want to write I totally understand!!! Just was thinking if you could write Nanami or Toji with a s/o who's always had their family manage their eating in an obsessive way so they sometimes have trouble with it and their weight. And they'd help them through it???

If not it's totally okayy, I also love your work a lot hust wanted to swoop that in here🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Lots of lovee

perfect portion , fushiguro toji

x gn!reader , toji swearing, cw: mentions of scales, weight, not eating enough, body image, and food.

author's note: i decided to go with toji (which was very much a struggle) since i thought i had enough of nanami on my page (its a love hate relationship at this point) but if you want him instead, or don't like this one (i dont like it either because i clearly gave up at the end) slide in again and i'll deliver just for you!!!! 🫵😤 also i didn't proofread because i pushed through my writers block for this

thank you for your love anon! 🫶 i hope you enjoy!

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the jingling of keys in the distance was a sign that toji finally came home. you could hear his heavy footsteps walking around the house, before coming towards the bedroom where you lay on the bed.

after opening the door, he lets out a sigh. "stay awake for me, sugar. 'm gonna order us pizza." his voice is barely comprehensible from his mumbles, but since it's such a common phrase, you understand what he says.

"oh..." your voice lightens and a short, near sheepish chuckle comes from you. "no, no thanks. i think ive had enough meals today."

he so obviously screws his face from what you said, not that you're looking, and he drops off a few belongings that were in his pockets onto the dresser before glancing over his shoulder. "what?"

in surprise, you look up from your phone. yes, sometimes toji could be a bit pushy with what he wants, but you're sure that the way you said no was obvious that you did not want to be convinced about it. did he not hear you right? "i said i ate enough today."

he scoffs, turning around to face you. "uh...no the fuck you didn't?"

"i did...? i'm sure i did. i told you."

"oh, come on. do you think i'm stupid now? is that it?"

"what?"

"i called you at three in the afternoon, and only then were you telling me you were having breaktast. you woke up way before me." he gestures over to the clock on the wall. "and look at the time. it's nine, and i only saw one dish in the sink."

"yeah. i ate."

"okay. fine, fine. i'll assume the best." he sighs in resignation, turning around and eyeing a piece of paper that he just now noticed was on the dresser. "and what the hell is this? what d'ya need these numbers for, huh?"

that was not supposed to be there for him to see. your eyebrows furrow, but you try to play off your tone as natural. "y'know... from the scale 'n stuff..."

"scale? what scale—? you bought a scale without telling me?"

mistake. well, your first mistake was not asking what he was actually referring to. he didn't notice that anyways, but your second was accidentally telling him that you bought a scale. "well, every house has one, don't they?"

toji was genuinely so flabbergasted to the point where he had to shake his head in disbelief. "not this one, no. because nobody needs one." his steps are obnoxiously loud as he approaches your side."hell, this isn't even about money anymore. why would you need a scale of all things?"

"..." his responses were fast. too fast, and faster than usual. it would've been easier if this was over text, but in person? it's ten times more difficult to think of an excuse. "because i need one." was the first one you thought of.

"who's been telling you to use a scale?"

"nobody..."

"nobody?"

"nobody."

"somebody, clearly. you think you just wake up one day, start writin' down your weight like it's important." he scrunches up the paper, tossing it off somewhere out of your sight. "it's fine, you look fine, and 'm ordering pizza because i want you to eat it."

"and i shouldn't—" you look down at your phone that you put down next to you at some point in the conversation, a notification flashing on the screen, but you weren't paying attention to that. you were looking at the time. around about now would you be getting a weight check...

"who the fuck's sayin' that? sayin' for you not to eat like that? 'cause it's not me." and he leans in closer to you. "so, who's tellin' you to use a scale?"

silence. long and loud. this was one of the last things you'd ever want to admit to him. he's a guy that's extremely proud of his strength, stays in great shape, unreal body proportions, and you're just... you. there's nothing special about you, about your appearance, about your body.

"listen, i won't do anything you don't want me to..." his face suddenly grows to look conflicted, and though the times he does are rare, he makes an effort to soften his voice. "tell me one thing. are you hungry?"

as much as you want to hesitate, as much as you want to put your foot down and say no, your stomach is telling you something different. you're more surprised that the entire time toji has been in a relationship with you, he hasn't heard how ungodly audible your stomach growls can really get. the urge is unstoppable; you just had to nod.

"then what are you waiting for? i'll order whatever you're craving." and out the bedroom he goes, making his way over to the house phone in the hallway. "if it would make you feel better, i'll eat the same amount as you do, so i can show you that it's okay. no more small portions for you."

"and if it makes me unhealthy? if i get sick?" you sound a little amused.

the tapping noises on the phone stops. toji didn't think about that part. "...i'll take you to the hospital. tell me what you want to eat 'n give me the takeout number."

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[bear-remn]

— ⋆✮ Deadly Eyes ✮⋆

n/t: hii, hope you enjoy even if its a little too short for my liking, but the next one is gonna be long asf, just wait for me cooking. and sorry if there are any mistakes on my writing.

tw: this chapter contains mention and use of drugs.

sinopsis: kirari finds in a complicated situation with shu and mako feels... different.

⋆༺ chapter three ༻⋆

kirari walked trough the hallways looking for shu, she remember him a little bit but not entirely, faces and names don't stick easily in her memory if she doesnt hear or see them constantly. she enter every room class and even the mens bathroom being very carefull nobody sees her.

she was anxious, in any minute her friend can call her so they can go, either way she didnt really care about coming back to the manor with shu, she could manage to make up an excuse. but at least kirari wanted to tell him and hope he didnt listen to her, that would be credible right?

every minute was a torture for kirari, she hates to search things, when she lost something she freak out easily, this time it was something new, looking for someone which face she cant quite remember. until she sees a familiar girl looking out the window and quickly kirari came up to her.

"hey... you" the girl turn her way and smiled instantly.

"omg hi, i see you didnt go with the sakamakis, they just left" so thats what she was looking out the window? a little too crazy for kirari, considering this girl crearly has a fascination with the sakamakis.

"yeah its ok, um... actually i was hoping you could help me" the girls eyes sparkled as kirari smiled with her best smile.

"what kind of help?" oh... kirari knew that tone.

"im looking for shu, im supposed to tell him something important before i go" kirari needed to be carefull, she already can tell that this crazy girl was obsessed with the sakamakis so giving to much information of what she does with them would totally become a big and annoying rumor, and she hates rumors.

"you dont know where to find him?"

"no... do you know perhaps?"

"i know some places he might be, but... now that you need my help" and there it comes "ill like something in exchange for my information, what can you give me in return?" kirari smiled, of course she wanted something, this girls was smart.

"what would you like?"

the girl crossed her arms and closed her eyes while thinking, until her face become a little blushed and opened her eyes excited.

"i dont have big preferences, im just asking for an object of a sakamaki who has interested me for some years by now"

"which... one?" the girl smiled and came closer to kirari.

"i want something that belongs to subaru, the youngest sakamaki, he is... the boy i have been in love since i got into this academy, i dont ask for much, even a pen would do it" the peticion take kirari off, she did not know that the girl was so intense, maybe it was something like a stalker or just a loyal an devoted followers of a boy with whom perhaps she has never spoken to.

"ok... i can do that for you"

"sweet, ill be expecting it by the next week" kirari sighed.

"as you wish... now, shu is where exactly?" the girl took some steps back and smiled wide.

"he can be in the library, the music room or the stairs from the building B, always sleeping in places with less noise" kirari felt relieved, by luck she knew all those places so her mind made a quick rute to look for the lazy guy.

"thanks, ill see you around then"

"good luck, and take care!"

kirari walked fast towards the stair the girl mentioned before, but she didnt see shu anywhere, so she quickly went to the music room, and for her bad luck, the lights didnt work so she just walked carfully into the room. she had never entered the room before, because it is under maintenance due to the malfunctioning of the lights, a huge piano catches her attention, kirari had never seen one before, because her life has been nothing but poor and simple. kirari's fingers touch the keys gently, until it reached the last key of the row, pressing a finger thus creating a loud, low sound, resonating in the room and giving her chills.

kirari was not sure if her excitement was about having a real instrument in front of her or just being surprised by the live sound of an instrument, as she has never heard live music, only through her cell phone or radio in her childhood. the idea of joining the music club passes through her head, perhaps she would enjoy it more than a chess club reiji suggested early.

"dont make noise... " she hears behind her a deep voice, new to her ears and jumps scares for the unexpected sentence. she turns back to barely notice the boy in the floor, confortably sleeping... or just resting.

"sorry... i did'nt see you" the piano had her attention so badly that she almost forgot what she was doing before, looking for the brother which face cant remember.

"dont care.." his voice was so indiferent and distant, like if he was sleep talking.

"you must be shu right?..." kirari got a little close, so she did'nt bother him by being loud. the blonde opend one eye and followed her body, slowly creating a strange tension and incredibly, kirari felt nervous for the look of someone in a way she never felt, her pulse accelerated and unconsciously her fingers played between them.

he is kinda... cute.

"yea.. now go away and let me sleep in peace" kirari nervousness died by that sentence, this dude was rude, unconsciously rude.

"actually..." she smiled trying to be nice "i need a little bit of your help, not entirely but a little".

"dont feel like helping you..." even if this boy was mean and rude she wasnt really angry, pretty privilege, or maybe she just wanted to get this deal finished as soon as possible.

"c'mon, i just need you to come back at the manor with me, i have to go..." she hesitated a little, telling him so many details migt not be a great idea "somewhere before... so reiji told me that i can go but i have to return with you" the silence was killing her, her anxiety was throught the roof.

"dont care what reiji wants"

ok... unexpected.

even if he didnt care about anything, everybody has a price.

"ok... i get that um... but i dont really ask for much, just to coordinate so we both arrive to the mansion at the same time, you dont have to come with me to..." what excuse can she tell him to not ask qestions? wait, he doesnt care "... meet a friend, i just want to get to the manor together, i really dont want beef with reiji, the dude is scary" the silence response was driving kirari crazy, she felt her phone buzz, maybe the guy was close to her location.

"whatever your saying has no appeal to me" the disinterest was making her nervous, besides feeling the vibrations of her cell phone in her pocket indicating a new message, her patience was not eternal. shu seems to be someone who only thinks of himself, he is not interested in helping or following someone's instrucsion and least his brother, what can she do to make someone like him listen?

oh, but he already have done this, she can make the same again, it wouldnt hurt, right?

"you know what? if you help me on this, i will do something for you as well, anything you want i'll do it so please... will you?" she hated begging but if it's the only way, plus she doesn't mind leaving her pride aside, it wouldn't be the first time either. clearly the offer caught shu's attention, who opened one eyes and a small smirk appeared on his face, the only thing kirari expected was that he would not ask her for any favor out of her personal bounds, nothing sexual, nothing that could hurt her or get her into potential trouble. outside of those conditions, she has no problem.

"anything... you say?" maybe it was the tone shu spoke in just now, but he didn't look like someone asking her for something questionable, maybe cooking for him or do some homework for him, her pulse calmed down for it.

"yes"

"alright" kirari felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, she sighed throwing her head back in relief.

"thanks, ill come back to meet you at the enter of the school in an hour ok?" the vibration along with a buzzing sound comes from her pocket, indicating a message, kirari quickly took it out of her bag and saw that the car was already on its way, which would not take more than ten minutes to arrive. instinctively kirari takes one of the strands of her hair and puts it on her lips, as if she were hiding from the screen, shu watch kirari's body language, noticing how her foot moves nervously and her eyebrows furrow under the little light of her phone.

his blue eyes ran over her anatomy, analyzing why so much nervousness to see a friend, was it her boyfriend? a dangerous group? Perhaps she was being harassed and should meet with this group to settle accounts? many possibilities flashed through shu's mind, and a plan to get to it.

shu didnt responded, just noded and closed his eyes.

kirari smiles uncomfortably at shu and turns to leave, as he leaves the music room, shu takes out his cell phone and sends a message "we need to talk, and you must explain".

...

kirari rushes through the hallways until reach the exit, good luck to her, the car still did not arrive. she pulls out her phone to check if she got any messages, but on the screen there is no notification. kirari sighs anxiously and hugs herself feeling the night breeze, looks around by inertia and see a boy lying on a bench, she does not pay attention to him but when kirari realizes it, a shiver runs through her body. Then approaches the bench and sees Shu, lying comfortably while listening to music.

how did he..? just how?.. kirari wonders.

"what? how did you get here so quickly?"

the blond just settles down and moves his head to see her, his cold gaze doesn't convey anything to kirari, who can't help but think that shu is just bothering her, the reason, no idea.

"you're slow"

oh, maybe kirari knew what he was doing, maybe her anxiety was getting these ideas into her head, but what if he was really following her? But why? They have never spoken before, and for him to behave in this way only makes his mind complex. even if he was actually following her, what did he get out of all this? and following her? for what?

"damn, ok" kirari wouldn't take the matter too seriously, imagining the worst scenarios wouldn't get her anywhere.

her thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing on her pocket, an incoming call. took a few steps so that Shu wouldn't hear her call, just in case.

"hi? yeah im outside... ok ill wait, youre not gonna charge me for the ride is init?" she joked.

but a vampire's ear is like no other.

shu found strange the complicity with which Kirari spoke on the call, despite her calm tone, she did not stop moving restlessly, the discomfort and nervousness were visible.

"I'll see you then, byebye"

After a while the car arrives, Kirari rushes to open the door and leave, hoping that Shu does not see her or approach but great was her surprise to see how he opened the back door first, Kirari and Shu looked at each other, a strange look for Kirari, Shu's expressionlessness surprised her and she could not understand his intentions, Shu gets into the car and in order not to cause any confusion for the driver in front, he played along, so as not to arouse suspicion.

"woah, whos your friend baby?" the man turned around in the driver's seat to watch kirari get in, looking at Shu and Kirari confused but with a smile. for him, kirari is always a pleasure to watch.

"something like my new.. friend" despite her sending accusatory glances at Shu, which was only staring at her with a cold look "apparently hes coming with me"

the driver nodded and smiled happily, began to drive while occasionally looking in the rearview mirror.

"its nice to meet your friends, he is into this?"

but of course, Kirari knew that if Shu came with her it would seem as if she was taking a new client to the boss, and worse, Shu would find out what Kirari does, although if he knows, wouldn't know much if he would do something. Maybe he'd tell everyone and they'd force her to leave it as a condition of living in the mansion, but she really hates living on the streets. The mansion is a comfortable place that caters to all her needs. It's better, just in case, that Shu doesn't know anything for the moment, keep him out of this.

"no! he is not!" the most convenient thing is to leave him out, even for the driver, it would only be more problematic for her.

"oh, just a little company then, thats alrigth"

luckily for kirari, the driver didn't ask any more questions, however she was still uneasy about shu's presence, trying to beckon him to tell her something, with his eyes or with his hands, a minimal explanation of why he is here, but Shu just ignores her and turns to look out the window for the rest of the ride.

"we are here, I'll wait for you two here" kirari saw how Shu was ready to get out of the car, but she knew that maybe he wouldn't get out if she clarified it out loud, just like before, when she said that he wasn't involved in this, shu doesn't have to go inside with her.

"my friend will stay here, ill be right back" kirari smiles at the driver and Shu, pretending that the situation was natural, but the murderous glanze Shu gave her just confirms it, he wouldn't do anything if she said it out loud, it would only raise suspicion of his presence there.

Kirari gets out of the car and approaches the door of the house, which had locks on the windows, as soon as her fist hits the door you can hear the barking of the familiar dogs, then looked at the car while waiting for the door, shu looked at her, those blue eyes were something she couldn't stand, like two blades cutting through her body, kirari had never felt that kind of look before. but didn't think much of it and the door opened, revealing a well-dressed man with a large scar on his eye.

...

kirari enters the room and closes the door behind her, still holding the cold knob in her hand as she looks at the man sitting in the chair of a large desk, a joint on one hand and his dark eyes looking at her anatomy.

"hi gorgeous, long time no see" the man stands up, he was not an unpleasant man, he was rather quite handsome, of course, kirari does not see the outward beauty in this man, she knows how wicked this man can be. he reached out to hug her, burying his face in her hair and caressing her back with his big hands.

"hey... how you doing?" hiding her discomfort, she returned the hug and smiled falsely.

"good as always..." he moved away from the hug and looked at her, caressed her face and smiled at her"...want the usual?" he finally separated from her.

"yes, what do you have at the moment?" the man walked to his desk and from a locked drawer he takes out three bags.

"well, since you called i went to get your favorite, fentanilo, and i have some new stuff for you, if you want to try something new" even if the offer was tempting, I didn't want to be beholden to him.

"ill be good with my usual" she was about to take her bag, but a big hand take it firts.

"are you sure? its on the house" at this moment she wished to have someone else selling to her, because the tone and look that the man gave her did nothing but make her anxious.

"i know what on the house means you know"

"that's just a little tip"

"i think im good with my usual"

"you know the price"

"this time..." kirari takes out of her bag some money and put's it in the table "... i'll pay, normally"

the discontent in her face was pasmable, clearly not liking the idea that her obsession with her was being hindered, and much less formal legal, or well, clean.

"whatever you say"

...

Mako was walking through the halls of the mansion, since she knew that they were all vampires she has been more depressed, but in her head everything fit, was her convent involved in this? or was it just a coincidence? I hated to think that she intentionally came to this place, and worse, to die. Then she would try to connect someone from her convent but for now, she preferred to keep a low profile, Reiji called her to her room a while ago, she just hoped that it would not be like ayato. mako reach the door and knock softly.

"come in" when the door opened, Mako thought about whether to enter or not, but Reiji's sharp gaze forced her to enter, despite being Ayato's brother, their gazes were so different, like if they werent brothers at all.

"why did you call me here?" Mako closed the door behind her and kept her distance from Reiji, who was just looking at her sitting on an armchair with a cup of tea in her hands.

"come closer" Reiji put his cup aside and took off his glasses to leave them on the table as well, mako wondered if he really needed those glasses to see better.

Even if Mako didn't want to move, something was driving her to move, she didn't know if it was Reiji's influence or something inside her.

"ayato has played with you enough dont you think?" Something in the tone in which he said that phrase just now, sounded like a mockery.

"i have no choice" Mako didn't understand Reiji's expression, it's as if being a vampire had a different way of expressing than humans, she didn't know if she was afraid or intrigued.

"but you do" Was this a vile game on Reiji's part? or was he trying to help her in some way?

"what do you mean?"

a sly grind appear in reiji face, like if was trying to... flirt?

"you can choose one of us" the way Mako's jaw opened almost dropping to the floor was impressive, what kind of information is it?, like a game? What did Reiji mean by this? so many questions were overshadowed by surprise.

"w-w-haaat? excuse me?" It's hot all of a sudden, isn't it? mako thought.

"you see, being a bride its completly different than being just... food" In Mako's mind everything sounded very contradictory, like a trick "in this case, you must choose one of us to make a good match"

"wait wait, why are you even saying this to me?" maybe it was the way Reiji looked at her, with his sharp eyes that penetrate the depths of her soul, in how that same look made her feel naked despite wearing clothes that covered almost her entire body, her skin burns from just those eyes, not knowing if it was because of her nature as a vampire or it was something darker "is this suppose to make me feel safe? in peace?" this was definitely a bad joke.

"I only imagined that this information could be of use to you" Reiji got up from his seat and walked until he was close to Mako, the only thing he wanted was to get away but as if it were magic, the air itself did not let her take a step back.

"i dont care" this must be some kind of joke, to fool her, maybe, to play with her, but even worse, she must be the one who chooses who will end her life, who will finish draining the blood from her body completely, in other words, she would choose who would be her executioner "i will not be part of this, i dont care what this is for you, but for me... its death" again that feeling, a palpable anguish that he could not understand, the mere thought that his death could easily be tomorrow, gave him a bad taste in his mouth and squeezed his stomach, it was a strange emptiness that he could not know where he was, in what part of his body, as if her body was incomplete.

"i had my exprectations much high on you" quickly, reiji pushed her to the ground and climbed on top of her, cornered, unable to move for some reason, it wasn't the first time she felt this power over her, reiji could move mako at her convenience. she was terrified of not knowing for sure what it was that scared her, the fact that it looked like she was about to be bitten, or the fact that this place was her death cage.

mako on that one exact moment.

[asherthehimbo]

Always Black Cats And Bitter Coffee: Chapter 6 [part 4]

Chapter 6 [part 4] : finale

warnings: mentions of stabbing, guns, shooting, two deaths, blood, anxiety, blame, guilt

It was a few weeks after Minho and Yunho found you, bound and gagged, with a knife sticking out of your abdomen. Now you were standing in court, the best lawyer your parents could buy one one side of you, Minho on the other, he holds your hand in comfort, squeezing it every now and then to reassure you. Behind you, all your friends are sitting down. Even your parents decided to take time out of their schedule to support you in this trail.

Since you had finally healed enough, it was time to put Sanni on trial, and lucky you because you were her main victim, meaning you had to testify to everything she did. The courtroom is silent, no one dares say anything, and her side is empty. The jury sends you sympathetic glances despite not knowing the whole story, and you hate it. You never did like being looked at in sympathy.

You can’t breathe in here, waiting for Sanni to walk in, the pressure is killing you, you tell Minho you’re gonna go take a walk outside, clear your head a bit, he asks if he needs to come with you, but you tell him you need to be alone. You walk to the back of the courtroom where the door is situated, and right before you open it a loud bang echos from the other side, you hesitate for a moment before hastily opening the door, worried about what had happened, the people in the courtroom behind start to crown together to try and see for themselves, and you vaguely register your friends calling for you.

The scene before you makes your stomach churn all over again, the new scar now placed over your soulmark paining as if the wound had just been made. You look at the security guard lying down on the ground, a bullet hole in his head, next to him stands Sanni, blood splattered over the uniform she wears. She looks tired, her roots are growing out, the pink dye in her hair fading. If this was another time, another place you might have felt bad for her, but you can’t bring yourself to do so anymore.

She looks at you, and there are tears in her eye’s. A part of you is scoffing at the fact that she can actually feel human emotion, but the other part of you, the younger part, the part of you that spent years loving her, it breaks. “You love him, don’t you?” she cocks her head in Minho’s direction, you can’t bring yourself to speak, so you just nod. She brings the gun up to her heart, right where the fake soulmark she plastered on herself is located.

“My heart’s only ever belonged to you, It can’t continue beating without knowing that it’s beating for you.” You wonder where all the other guards are, if nobody’s going to stop her, why she’s suddenly showing such raw emotions that she’s never shown before. “I just want you to live with the fact that the end of my beating heart is your fault.” She says, and your body moves before you can stop it. You reach out, hand brushing with hers as she pulls the trigger, the blood splattering from her heart directly onto you, your hand is intertwined with hers as she falls, causing you to go down with her.

You can’t help the tears that fall, and you hate it. You hate her. You hate the fact that despite everything she’s done, there’s still a part of you that loves her. You feel someone kneeling behind you and wrap their arms around you, vaguely registering its Minho, your actual soulmate, the man you are in love with. You fall backward, releasing your grip from Sanni’s warm hand, and the cold metal weapon rests inside it. You cry into Minho’s chest, not paying attention to the commotion surrounding you.

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BlushingScreamingKickingMyFeet — Please rant about your thunderbolt fic ocs, I'm so curious ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)/

Can I also draw the Thunderbolts MC.... 😔💕

(!!) this is a oc/reader discussion

THANK YOU OF COURSE YOU CAN DRAW HERRRRR AND THANKS TO THE OTHER ANON THAT ASKED TOO YIPPEEE!!!!! ILL USE THIS ONE TO TALK ABT MC AND THE OTHER ONE TO TALK ABT MY OTHER OC ❤❤❤!!!!! unfortunately i don't have my pc rn so i dont have any of my reference pictures on hand, also soooo sorry if this is rushed im doing this during my lunch break 😭😭😭

about : thunderbolts mc/reader-insert

[part 1]

1ST LIFE:

MC is an abandoned product of a research experiment where humans tried to play god, they wanted to host the consciousness/body of a god in a human body. she was their first and only successful result even though she was only a vessel for now, she was never given a real name, only ever went by the research serial number. shortly after that the research facility had to shut down and all the scientists involved scattered and destroyed all evidence that they were ever there since this sort of research was highly unethical at that time. by the time the authorities (IGAP) had gotten there to arrest the persons involved, nobody except MC was left.

MC was then taken to a high-security prison where she was detained for probably a few hundred thousand years until directors could decide what to do with her.

MC who is still an empty "perfect" vessel with nothing other than basic survival instincts and little to no further consciousness, is finally brought out by a young man who would later become her legal guardian/superior officer.

the superior officer is in possession of an unaccounted holy relic that belongs to one of the elusive wings (a so-called god of justice's angels/henchmen/proxy) he has his own ulterior motives for keeping the relic and taking the MC under his wing... sorry for the pun i couldn't help it 😞😞

in the first 10-ish years his first order of business was to merge the holy relic with the MC's "perfect" vessel to revive what he thought might be a soul trapped within the holy relic — if it's successful, whatever that's there of our MC right now would be erased forever.

of course, the actual outcome was much different, the synergy between MC and this holy relic was so compatible that the two fused together completely and whatever individual consciousness there was now working as one united being.

the superior officer was obviously not happy with the result but what can he do? in the end he hides that he tried to conduct this merger from everyone and fools everyone into believing that he's doing his job to be the best legal guardian for this sad unfortunate little girl.

MC who is now fully aware of her surroundings, is told by the superior officer that she had suffered serious brain damage from a tragic accident that had taken the lives of her parents and that from now on he was her parental figure. though something deep in her heart (the relic) stirs and tells her to be wary of this man, to never let down her guard and trust him.

as a former high-security prisoner, the heads of the IGAP decide to keep her under their watchful eye, away from the general public and even the other officers of the organisation. with his own authority, the superior officer managed to wipe clean all records of the girls true past and as a precaution takes the time and effort to create fake records of her fake family and lineage. you know, just in case she gets curious as she grew older.

in this world, less then a 100 years ago there appeared those who have the ability to conjure or manipulate various states of matter and energies. and even then they are separated into those that are able to use their abilities for combat and for support roles.

MC at the age of "17" is finally taken to school for the first time, where she will meet with the OC that haunts thunderbolts' narrative and her link to mount hua.

MC is overpowered as fuck but with little to no control over when or where her abilities activate, even after the intense seven years of training in the hidden private facility, she wasn't given the all-clear. if she messed up here, she might never see the sun again.

MC's 1st life at 17 is scruffy-looking, her hair is slightly matted and dry. her pinafore and blouse is a few sizes too big and hangs off her shoulder awkwardly. because of her abilities (summoning thunder) her eyes are permanently shining in this bright gold hue... i like to think people would use her eyes as a flashlight during electrical blackouts at the dorms.

to summarise school life for MC only lasted for a year (will get into that in another time) before she and the others her age were drafted to the respective divisions where they would spend the rest of their lives in, many of whom would die in battle.

MC is sent to division 4, a riff-raff squad full of the most lacking individuals in the whole organisation, and MC's first day was on a warzone at sea where their tiny division of 13 were to fend off 3000 incoming ships. everyone starts praying because this was clearly a mission given to kill them all and be rid of them finally.

MC feels her heart stir again. the relic is acting up and she feels her body react and move itself. she only managed to tell the rest that she was going to deal with the crisis before she single-handedly annihilates all 3000 ships. but it doesn't come without its consequences, 1. the ecosystem of the area is fucked, 2. there is now an eternal rain pouring because her lightning abilities called upon a great deal of storm clouds.

im skipping over her first few years in div.4, to summarise it's not a easy time and her comrades all die one after another in solo missions and she has blocked out this period of her life out of the intense heartbreak she feels for losing them.

when it's just her left in the division, there is a restructuring of the department her division falls under and she becomes the captain. its said the captain never recruits anyone into the division but rookies who underperform are sent to her. div.4 is now the search and rescue squad, and their job is to fish out any forgotten officer left dead or alive in the enemy zone.

in this world, another unusual thing is that everyone has freakishly long lifespans. which makes it more tragic when the kids working for the IGAP die within their first few years of service.

MC in this era is as tall or maybe taller than baek cheon, if you account the height of boots she wears daily. div.4 doesnt have a fixed uniform so she wears a office-style uniform (with a tie because she likes to serve cunt) with a modified harness to carry a few weapons for close combat. her hair is longer now, and definitely more well kept. she keeps her bangs long because people don't really like looking into her fuckass gold eyes. she smiles more, appears friendly and easy-going. but my girl is still a weirdo...... 😔😔😔

end of [part 1]

[theprinceandthewitch]

So... does anyone else get the impression season 3 was a giant middle finger to Disney? Like a whole "Oh, you want to cancel TOH? Fuck you. We are going to give you an ending so bad people are gonna shit on it forever."

While TOH always had an issues in the writing department there's just something about Season 3 that's particularly awful and kind of malicious tbh. Season 3 doesn't feel like there was any care put into it.

So... while I do like Thanks to Them because Hunter/Luz bonding and Caleb/Evelyn=Luz/Hunter tidbits... it's actually really, really bad. There is no logical explanation for why the characters are fucking around for literal months. Philip should know where titan blood can be found as he had SOMEWAY to get to TBI's. He also knew of Calebs and Evelyns relationship - thats why he even went to TBI's to begin with. He wanted to look for Caleb and convince him to come back to the human world. Philip met Evelyn when he and Caleb were teenagers and he was PROBABLY friends with her before he decided to double down on the witch hate.

Another thing: Flapjack did not need to keep quiet about there possibly being a rebus in the house and the existence of rebuses in general FOR MONTHS. He could have said the moment they came to the human realm something like:

"Hey so, Caleb and Philip were friends with a witch named Evelyn for years. There's titan blood hidden around Gravesfield. I know the landscape has changed over the centuries but you can probably find a vial somewhere by using glyphs near the location shown on the rebus. Caleb and Evelyn made maps to titan blood in the form of rebuses because they needed to keep their relationship a secret. This dilapidated house you guys arrived in when you came to the human realm is Calebs house because the doorways fixed location in the human realm is Caleb's house. There's probably a rebus somewhere in the house. If there are no rebuses in the house, I can show you the last known locations of other rebuses."

Because nobody does anything proactive to find a way home UNTIL Amity accidentally steps in the hole in the floor FLAPJACK made while looking for the rebus. Not only did Flapjack not bother to tell Hunter about there being a rebus that leads to titan blood in the house they fixed up and have been using as a base of operations for literal months - none of the characters ever thought to look around the town for some clues that could lead them back to the demon realm. All the characters try to do is build doorways. VEE could have mentioned there was a witch who came to Gravesfield centuries ago, which would have kickstarted their journey around town. Vee knows about the story because of Yesterdays Lie - and they fucking mention Vee's confrontation with Jacob and show us Jacob in Thanks to Them. THERES LITERALLY a whole museum full of rebuses that were dug up around Gravesfield the characters could have gone to. You cant tell me Gus, Amity, Willow and Hunter were too afraid to explore the demon realm as if they weren't literally living in the human realm for months and went on trips during their stay. As if they weren't gungho about exploring the human realm right after finding the rebus. AS IT they didnt have Vee as a reliable guide around town.

There's also no reason for Luz to go back to school when she has to find a way to get everyone back home. Luz going to school is another time waster with no reason to exist.

On top of that Flapjack doesn't tell Hunter a damn thing about Caleb. We dont even get a "Flapjack finds it difficult to talk about Caleb" moment to explain Flapjacks silence. We dont know WHY Flapjack doesnt say anything about Caleb even though Flapjack clearly belonged to Caleb and not Evelyn. He just lets Hunter read these history books about Caleb which might not even be completely accurate because history can be omitted and changed to fit certain narratives. And the stories about The Wittebane brothers and Evelyn are proven to be incorrect because they paint Evelyn as a stereotype AND as the person who killed Caleb.

But yeah, Thanks to Them is alot less enjoyable when you realize ALL of the characters are wasting time for no reason.

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Sun Conjunct Uranus:

Cosmic Curators Of The Sky

The aliens of the planet have finally come down from the ethereal planes through air and lightening. These wonderful creations know the ways of the universe, and have come down to teach us how to be a direct communicator of the source. These sky babies know the realms that they belong to, and are certainly aware at a young age that rebellion will be the only benefit that this world can give.

When society tries to tear them down, they pull them self back up and allow the lightening strike to create a powerful vibration that can be heard for many days, decades and centuries. These beings know how to be the first to do it, and even if you dont think they're on to something. You'll soon regret it down the line.

These babes know the universe all to well, so they are able to pick up on frequencies years before it becomes well know.

The Godmothers, Godfathers & Godtheys of the zodiac, they are hear showing us the way to the promise land. One thing is for certain with Sun/Uranus individuals is that they are always going to be who they are even if their misunderstood. They dont care if you dont like them. They dont care if you dont find them funny or great. They know who they are and they will rebel from the norm. Because its not who they arm.

As soon as something becomes to popular it loses its taste buds. This is because their aware when something becomes waaaay too popular, it looses its value. Society takes out all the goodness that was in something right before it comes too mainstream and evidently looses its flavor. So its on to the next with these individuals. They no longer care to be apart of something that was once pure gold, because society has a way of sucking out the pure energy.

This is who they are, gold. the purest gold. But they went through hell to keep it, others dont like them because their too different. However this proves to be some sort of subconscious jealousy they are caring, but with all Uranian individual, their light stays shining because they allow themselves to real and be who they are no matter what.

Their connection to source shows them that their inner genius is connected to having eureka moments or what I call brain blasts (thanks, jimmy neutron). They are too good with connecting to the mind that they create some of the wildest things that nobody couldnt of possibly thought of. Always challenging themselves to be more, do more, they will eventually come up with something just out of the blue. Traveling through unknown doorways into the psyche, ignoring the rules and going in with their own formula to the point they create their own blue print. Geniuses, man.

Its okay for you to have those moment where you feel bat shit crazy, having to hold your head up after having all these erratic thoughts/notions playing in your mind. this is how you create though, a lot of times you have to get into the groove of making something and pushing those thoughts out while doing it. This is how you transmute the energy thus creating something wild and new in the process. You're not all that crazy. Your mind goes into different waves of expressing yourself and is trying to tell you to wake up and create. Think bigger and higher when it comes to your mental state, its not always leading you astray. Its taking you to the path thats unknown to you because thats your life story. You dont know where this journey is leading but you must allow yourself to grow in it, then you evolve you'll realize this journey is not for everyone because its the path that keeps people from the reality they were born into. You transform society through the art of the mind, you play by your rules and create traditions out of them in the process. We need you because we need to be shown multiple realities and not just the 3d reality where everything is the same.

You teach us this, and we are grateful to have you cosmic beings. Prepare to be taking up to outer space, you know just where you're going, even if you dont know it.

[sw33t-oubliette]

hey kid, youre new around here, so its okay if you dont know how this school runs, but the shit that they tell you, in orientation, is nothing more than lesson number one!

hey kid, no need to worry, i can let you in on what its all about, theres a couple more things, on the down-down-low, you should know before you have to figure out,

a word to the wise, dont you dare make a fuss! asking for help shows youre not one of us!

a word to the wise, dont act like youve made it, failure will find you-admissions delayed it!

just cause you made it in, doesnt mean that youre done! a word to the wise: youve barely begun!

theres lots of little places to get lost in,

theres libraries that sprawl beneath your feet!

rooftops that nobody frequents, where secret societies meet,

theres ivy-wreathed arches and ivory towers, sun drenched verandas to study for hours!

but dont share what you find, hidden in tomes on the shelf,

a word to the wise: its every man for himself!

we're too advanced for second chances, theres a standard to maintain! every hall and dormitory, bearing some great philosophers name, so why should anybody here be impressed? who the hell are you to compete with the best? you better figure it out, and figure it fast, cause, word to the wise: filthy slackers dont last!

a word to the wise, the sons of lawyers and kings,

are taking your classes and appraising your rings!

a word to the wise: you better stay in your place! or dorm room doors will get slammed in your face! so if you arent upper crust, or youre a hair out of touch, a word to the wise: dont stand out too much! just try to blend in, buy a three-button suit, dont let on where it fits wrong!

join a club and gain acceptance- if you arent too exotic to belong! theres been a hundred years of students like us, and two or three of students like you, your ambitions might burn, but tradition runs deep, a word to the wise: look before you leap!

the phaethon prize is a highly competitive award, given to a single senior in each graduating class. honoring the memory of arthur phaethon, who, during his undergraduate years, took it upon himself to isolate the radioactive elements produced by the decay of a pitchblende. while the project claimed his life just shy of his graduation, today the phaeton prize is awarded to undergraduates who display similar tenacity, independence, and intellectual acuity, distinguishing them as the best that ardess university has to offer.

the nominees for the phaethon prize for the current graduating class are: quincy cynthius martin, vincent aurelius lin, ambrose wellington bassford, beatrix valeria campbell, david elizabeth kawthorne, drew r...

theres a certain subset of exceptional, with a bulletproof reputation! earn the right prizes, the school recognizes your usefulness more with each commendation!

so if you get the chance in your senior year, why not give it everything youve got? why not whitewash your flaws, with a phaethon shine? a word to the wise:

your life's on the line!

ill let you in on a secret, kid, dont let this place eat you like me!

just try to fit in, learn to bear it and grin, be the paragon it needs you to be!

a word to the wise: never let yourself rest! they can try to despise you, but not your success!

a word to the wise:

its no use getting through, when everyone else expects nothing from you!

a word to the wise:

just be patient and wait, theyll have to give in once you do something great!

dont crack up, dont break it, youre not great, so fake it, dont falter or show fear, act like you belong here! dont crack up, dont break it, youre not great, so fake it, dont falter, or show fear, act like you belong here! dont crack up! dont break it! youre not great! so fake it! dont falter! or show fear! act like you belong here!

if you dont look the part, or cant keep your thoughts straight, better prove yourself soon, or head back through that gate!

a word to the wise: Keep your eyes on the prize! Keep your eyes on the prize! Keep your eyes on the prize! Keep your eyes on the prize! Keep your eyes on the prize! Keep your eyes on the prize!

[aphelion-alifer]

hellooo!

1 - i belong to both physical and non-physical types of nonhumanity!

2 - physically im an avian, spiritually i am a horned phoenix/some kind of horned bird as well as psychologically having canine/wolf-like traits, but i am not sure if it's spiritual or not.

3 - my most common shifts are phantom and mental shifts, i almost always have permanent phantom wings but sometimes i can get a phantom muzzle/beak as well as fangs that sometimes go along with my muzzle. i also get phantom bird tail shifts as well as a wolf tail shift sometimes. i tend to have canine-like mental instincts but i usually dont express it too much just because im not in the right environment at home!! my strangest cameo shift was when i had a full body griffin phantom shift out of nowhere, as well as a few phantom shifts where i had the face/muzzle of a crocodile

4 - i experience it through my random shifts that i get, as well as my calling to the sky that has been present since birth

5 - eh, im 50/50 with the community, sometimes it's great and other times not so much. my main issue is that i just wish we could all get along and agree to disagree in a polite way. at the end of the day, we're all nonhuman some way or another just getting by in life.

6 - i love wearing my converse shoes that i made to look like paws as well as wearing tails, my fursuit hand paws or ears! it brings a lot of euphoria to me. at some point i want to modify a backpack to have the wings i envision myself having, that way i can fully express myself wherever i go.

7 - yes, i have always had dysphoria about not having wings, i always have and always will. if there were procedures to make me have wings now (regardless of if they were functional or not), i would be the doctors first test subject.

8 - be patient and listen as well as show respect to your elders or older folks in the community. you will gain a lot of knowledge from others, both good and bad, and do the right thing by knowing who to trust. if something/someone seems suspicious, it might be. nobody can tell you what your species is except for yourself! it's not always easy trying to understand what you are in the beginning, but nothing is impossible either. just look out for any kind of shifts or instincts that you might have/express, and try to see what animal(s) it matches up to. this might take a few tries! listen to where your mind, heart and soul is trying to bring you.

9 - i have a few tails, but i eventually want to make a few masks as well, and i want to make a backpack with what i think my wings look like

10 - i believe my nonhumanity comes from spiritual and genetic origins ^^

11 - too socially anxious lmao

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[giacomettislament]

I agree SO MUCH with that Cater ask!!! I absolutely love how you write him, especially the way he talks in an almost baby-ing tone to the reader and is very verbal, I think it fits absolutely perfectly and can’t get enough. I love the fact that he has to tell you how good he makes you feel and how you belong to him and only him. LOVE IT!!! 🥴🥴🥴🥴 I also love all the nicknames he gives you. Especially babe and baby cause it’s definitely something he’d say, as it matches with his “trendy” “f-boy” personality.

thank you so much for the praise! twst characters are always so tricky to write, mostly because many of them hide very complex sides of themselves that are difficult to fully portray in fanfiction, so im always very happy to receive any feedback regarding my portrayals.

i think one of the reasons why i find cater so intriguing to write is his flexibility. he's someone who's willing to turn himself into whatever everybody else wants him to be, just to feel like he belongs. he teeters the line between dominant and submissive constantly: always changing, always reacting, always trying to please. he wants to be whatever you want him to be—so long as he still has the upper hand in the relationship. it's that dynamic between almost shameless desperation yet obsessive insecurity that makes him so wildly unpredictable.

and nicknames!! oddly enough, i honestly havent given too much thought about his nicknames than i have for other characters, but "babe" and "baby" definitely seem right up his alley. cater plays his dreamy cute boy persona so terrifyingly well that it's deceptively easy to look past all of his warning signs.

im going to be talking about an idea i may or may not want to tease out in the future (not making any promises here), so ill be placing that under the cut.

content warning(s): explicit content, exhibitionism, possessive themes and unhealthy relationship dynamics

a lot of nsfw blogs do wonderfully at playing with the idea of cater letting his internet presence bleed into his sex life. clearly, as an nsfw blog, i find that idea so, so intriguing and would love to develop that further.

im probably in the minority here when i say that i dont think cater has the capability to blackmail his lover using nudes or other explicit content. cater's whole spheal is that he's a coward, a coward pushed to snapping, and (as ill get into this in the paragraphs following) frankly speaking, he loves you too much to let someone else see you like that for free.

to an extent, i think cater's possessive streak thrives yet also is disgusted at the thought of you being on camera with him. in some aspects, it's the perfect way of showing you off to the world: nobody else can dare to claim that you belong to anyone but him when everyone's seen you stuffed full with his cock, your mouth filled with his name, your body marked and fucked and absolutely destroyed by him. it turns him on ridiculously to think about everyone behind their screens staring at you taking his needy dick, so everyone knows that he's the one who's making you feel so good.

but on the other hand, cater can't bear that kind of sharing either. you're his, and every little thing you do should be for him. those noises that you make when cater fucks you like there's no tomorrow are noises reserved specially for him, moans and gasps that nobody else in the world has heard. seeing all the cute faces you make and the way your body shakes when he forces orgasm after orgasm out of you is the one thing he knows he can be greedy about, because while you're with him, he's the only one who can have all of it.

cater strikes me as the kind of boy where he'll fuck you for hours on camera, eagerly broadcasting it live so that he can show you off and get off on knowing that by doing this, he's forever branded onto your existence. he'll make you cum and cum and cum, until it feels like your insides have been molded to the shape of his dick, until he knows that there's no way in hell that any degree of separation can exist between the two of you.

it'll be so easy to think you're done once he turns the camera off and lets the stream end. but like a nightmare that refuses to end, when he turns to you, his cheery eyes just drop, and his nails practically dig into your skin as he grabs you and throws you back onto his bed, his body aroused and jealous and hopelessly enamored with you. the two of you are far from done: cater will fuck you even more, thrown into a fit of jealous rage as he forces you to tell him everything he wants to hear.

"cay-kun does this because he loves you, okay? you're so special to me that i can't help myself from getting all excited around you... a-and now that everyone's seen how special you are to me, cay-kun has to make you his all over again..."

his hips won't stop snapping into yours, fucking into you like an animal in heat. he doesn't want to stop, he won't stop, he physically can't fucking stop. he swears you must have bewitched him in some way—how else can he explain the burning in his heart and why his body acts so weirdly whenever you're in the equation. he fucks you like he's a virgin: sloppy, messy, cumming inside you each and every time like he's a teenager learning about porn for the first time.

please, please tell him you love him. he'll be so terribly upset if you don't. the closest thing cater has to being loved by you is having sex with you, because that's the only time when he knows your undivided attention will be on him.

and if you don't... he'll fuck the words out of you anyway.

[yourwhumppromptoftheday]

Hello! My whumper is a demon king named castor, and my whumpee is named Quinn, although they aren’t truly mine so I won’t be doing the whumpee part

1. Acquiring whumpee-oh, it was quite easy. I put a tracker on a rebel and watched them go to their little base. We had a little raid, and I took them.

2. Choosing whumpee-It was clear they were the leader. Everyone panicked when I grabbed them, so I knew they were valuable.

3. Keeping whumpee-I know that they’re strong, and I can use that. I give them freedom but I can’t let them go until they tell me where my son is. I must find him.

4. Legality-Ahahhhaa! I make the laws, I can’t break them. The authorities have no right to stop me. If you’re concerned, however, section 3 paragraph 24 clause eight says that rebels do not have the right to try and stop any punishment. I’m fine

5. Open-ness-Well, I don’t parade them around, but a few of my advisors know that they exist.

6. Quinn has a very comfortable room in the castle, they’ve progressed enough to move out the cell. Even if the room locks on the outside

7. The entire castle is my “workplace” but I don’t bring them to most important decisions.

8. Quinn is quite confusing. They’re a rebel, and a terrible liar.

9. While I certainly don’t think of Quinn that way..their hair is nice. If I were ever going to kill them, I’d scalp them and keep it as a wig.

10. Quinn is mostly obedient, and they’ve come a long way. They used to spit on me and just spout insults all day.

11. I don’t have many rules. Dont leave, dont attack the guards, and dont roam without Alex, me, or a guard.

12. Oh, I bring out the good-ol whip. Always works.

13. I’ve tortured many people before. I won’t say that I’ve tortured Quinn. I’m just conditioning them. With others, I don’t let them rest. I’m being quite nice to Quinn here, they haven’t gotten their limbs removed in weeks!

14. Oh, I’d have to say I love skinning. My healer, Alex, is wonderful at fastly healing someone so I can do it all over again! It’s quite effective.

15. Quinns treats is being able to see their family, having a beautiful room, and being let outside. They’ve behaved enough to deserve these:

16. Possessive? I don’t care. Although I wouldn’t like anyone trying to take them..

17. A few pathetic escape attempts were made when they first got here. You know, darting through doors and sprinting down halls. I just drag them back.

18. Oh, when I got their family involved they certainly broke. They pretended to not care until I brought their little brother up. Oh, how they cried!

19. Their mine now. My soldier. They don’t belong to anyone else.

20. They can move about the castle and very soon, outside, as long as they have a chaperone.

21. Of course I’m doing the right thing! They’re a fucking rebel, what am I supposed to do, give them a cookie? I’ve never felt remorse.

22. I’d have them executed.

23. Alex, my medic, checks up on Quinn often. Healthy as a horse.

24. You have to find out what they care about. What they love. Then you exploit that.

25. I’ve certainly helped them learn that nobody is on their side. Nobody has tried to save them, and I make sure to let them know.

26. My guards are allowed to handle Quinn, and so is Alex. That’s about it.

27. Well, of course I allow them to talk. It helps me get information. Anyone can talk to them.

28. Boundaries are for nerds.

29. I’ve only known of Quinn through rumors before I got them.

30. Quinn gets quite good meals. When they first came here, I did “starve” them, but I never actually do it. I need them in top shape. I only give them the sensation of starving. It wasn’t effective, so I stopped.

31. I use them for information. As the rebel leader, they are also quite effective propaganda.

32. My ownership of Quinn shows the rebels that nobody is safe. That I am coming.

33. I don’t feel anything when I hurt Quinn. I get satisfaction when they tell me what I need to know, and that’s it.

34. Skip!

35. I used to have to restrain them as they got quite violent, but I don’t anymore. Locking them up in a room is enough. They do try and kill themself, but it’s not often enough I have to worry.

36. They’re just..so stubborn. Thats one thing I’ve tried to beat out of them.

37. They wear whatever’s in their wardrobe. I don’t stock it, I don’t know or care.

38. I have nothing to be punished for. I will remain as I am for centuries to come.

39. I believe in me. I am a god.

40. People don’t usually say anything about Quinn. I asked Alex and she said “..Quinn’s nice.” So, vague much?

41. I don’t use a collar. My command is enough to keep them “leashed”

42. No, they aren’t marked. They don’t have to be.

43. Release them? Hell no! They’ll run right back to their rebels with dozens of secrets.

44. Whenever I appear with them, I keep a firm grasp on them. Their propaganda; like I said.

45. I’ve sedated them when I needed to move them or if they need to calm down. I’ve drugged them to have horrible nightmares, because those will become reality if they don’t listen to what I say.

46. I’ve certainly never seen anyone try and rescue them. Or if they did, it was a pathetic enough attempt I never noticed them.

47. I put a roof over their head. I give them clothes, a comfy bed, luxury food, books to read.

48. Hm. I can’t say I remember doing it, but I probably have.

49. Only if it’s important, okay?

50. Haha! You can try but you’ll lose a few fingers

💫Whump ask game!💫

🔸Most suitable for non-BBU pet whump but can be used for whatever

🔸Anyone can use and reblog, nsfwhumpers included :)

🔸We're bringing tumblr ask culture back and ensuring no one is left excluded - sending an ask to the blog y'all reblogged it from is highly encouraged! I'll send an ask too! :)

🔸A little inspired by a wonderful ask post I wasn't able to reblog or visit that person's tumblr. Y'all hear me out. No block can stop me from playing whump ask games.

🔥For Whumper🔥

1) How did you acquire your whumpee? How hard it was?

2) From all the possibilities, why did you pick your whumpee rather than anyone else?

3) Why do you keep your whumpee captive? Why won't you let them go?

4) Is everything you do to your whumpee legal? Do you have to hide it from the authorities?

5) How open are you about keeping your whumpee?

6) Where does your whumpee live?

7) Do you bring your whumpee to your workplace? How about bringing them to your social activities?

8) How would you describe your whumpee?

9) Tell me about your whumpee's prettiest features!

10) How does your whumpee behave around you? How much did it change from the moment of capture?

11) What rules do you have for your whumpee?

12) What do you do if your whumpee misbehaves?

13) Have you ever tortured anyone aside from your whumpee? If so, what's the difference between your torture techniques for your whumpee and for others?

14) Your favorite torture method?

15) Do you give your whumpee any gifts, rewards or treats? If so, what are they? If you don't, why?

16) How possessive you are about your whumpee?

17) Has your whumpee ever tried to run away from you? What would you do/have done in that case?

18) Did you finally break your whumpee? How hard it is/was?

19) Does your whumpee fully belong to you? If not, why?

20) Is your whumpee allowed to move freely? How much?

21) Do you believe you're doing the right thing? Have you ever felt guilty about what you do to your whumpee?

22) What would you do if someone tried to take your whumpee from you?

23) Does your whumpee receive any medical care or health checks? If so, where?

24) Any advice on brainwashing or conditioning?

25) Have you made your whumpee learn something aside from rules and behavior lessons?

26) Do your friends/teammates/coworkers help you to tame your whumpee? Do you allow anyone to handle them?

27) Do you allow anyone else to talk to your whumpee?

28) Do you respect your whumpee's boundaries?

29) Did you know your whumpee before capturing them?

30) How often do you feed your whumpee? Have you ever used food as punishment?

31) What do you use your whumpee for?

32) Does your ownership of whumpee mean anything symbolic for you? Do you make any sort of statement by keeping them?

33) How would you describe the feelings you ger from owning/hurting your whumpee?

34) Have you trained your whumpee to obey your commands? How so?

35) Do you need to restrain your whumpee often? How and why so?

36) What do you dislike about your whumpee?

37) Do you decide on your whumpee's clothes? If so, what do you usually make them wear?

38) Do you ever believe you could be punished for your deeds, whether in your lifetime or after?

39) Could you tell me a bit about your values? How would you describe what you believe in?

40) What do other people usually say about your whumpee?

41) Do you use a collar or a leash on your whumpee? Do they have to wear it everyday, or only on special occasions?

42) Is your whumpee marked as your captive/possession in any way? How so?

43) Have you ever considered returning or releasing your whumpee?

44) Do you ever appear with your whumpee in public? If so, how do you make sure they won't run away?

45) Have you ever drugged or sedated your whumpee? Why?

46) Has anyone ever tried to search for your whumpee or rescue them? How do you prevent them from succeeding?

47) Which aspects of comfort do you allow your whumpee to have, if you do so?

48) Do you ever discipline/torture your whumpee when they didn't do anything wrong? For maintenance, for showing off, just because you felt like it?

49) Would you mind me to see your whumpee? Could you bring or call them to come here?

50) Your whumpee is so pretty! Can i pet them? Please :)

🌼For Whumpee🌼

1) When did you meet your whumper for the first time? How was it like?

2) What were you doing before capture? What could you tell about your life back then?

3) How were you captured?

4) Were you taken specifically for whumper from the start, or there was another reason at first?

5) Have you ever been interrogated? For what reason? Were you tortured there?

6) Do your friends or family know you're here? Do you think they miss you?

7) Have you ever planned your escape? If so, do you think it's gonna work? (We won't tell anyone)

8) How would you describe your whumper?

9) How strict your whumper has been with you?

10) At which points are you most scared of your whumper?

11) What are your thoughts on why is your whumper keeping you there?

12) Which of your whumper's rules you find harder to obey?

13) How much time are you forced to spend by your whumper's side?

14) Do you think anyone would be able to find or rescue you?

15) Have you ever tried asking anyone for help? If so, how did they react?

16) Do you hide from your whumper? Does it help? How long it takes for them to find you?

17) How often do you fight or resist your whumper? How do they react?

18) Does your whumper make you sleep in their bed?

19) Does your whumper take you outside? For walks, for any interesting places, for visiting their friends?

20) Do you have a comfort thing to feel better/safer? Does your whumper know about it?

21) Does your whumper provide you with any things of entertainment to do in your spare time?

22) Does your whumper try to brainwash you?

23) Do you have anyone to talk to aside from your whumper?

24) How often does your whumper punish you? Why?

25) Which punishment method do you hate the most?

26) Do you like it when your whumper holds or touches you? How often would they do that?

27) Has your whumper ever made you wear something you hate?

28) What do you prefer to do to comfort yourself when you've been hurt or feeling sad?

29) Do you remember how long you've been captive?

30) Does your whumper use any pet names for you? What are their favorite? Do you like them as well?

31) How much privacy do you have?

32) Where do you feel safer - with lots of people in the room or with your whumper alone?

33) How do your whumper's friends/coworkers treat you? Do they pay attention to you?

34) Did your whumper ever threaten to hurt your family or friends? Have they actually done that?

35) If you were given an opportunity to escape, what would you do? Where would you run to?

36) What does your whumper usually force you to do? Which of these things do you hate the most?

37) How often do you get sick? Do you get someone to take care of you in that case?

38) Have you ever been afraid to fall asleep? Why so?

39) What does your whumper usually say to you? Does he give more threats or compliments?

40) Does your whumper listen to your pleads, complaints or requests? What would you never ask them for even if you absolutely needed?

41) How does your whumper usually act around his friends or coworkers? Does he try to be a good person for them?

42) How much do you miss your past life, if you do so? Which aspects of it do you miss the most?

43) Are you afraid to die?

44) If you knew you'd end up like that, what would you do differently in your life?

45) Is there anything you said or did that could've led to your capture? If so, do you regret it?

46) If you could become an animal, which one would you choose? Why?

47) How much have you changed since the first day in captivity?

48) Do you have any plans or hopes for the future now?

49) Tell everything you've ever wanted to say to your whumper (we won't tell anyone!)

50) Share one of your happiest moment of freedom for us!

[sometipsygnostalgic]

One bit about entrapta that I dont think Ive seen discussed is the one and only moment shes actually pissed off/vindictive. It lasts for all of 5 seconds but its there. When they just rescued Catra from Prime and they have to remove her chip. Catra is afraid of Entrapta doing it and Entrapta goes ? y. Oh right because you send me to die and stole my work and she pulls down her mask and brings out weapons threateningly. Its a one time off reaction from her, I think in the entire series

i dont think she was actually mad (she was legitimately wondering why catra would think shed want to hurt her), but the joke is that it sounds like shes mad and that's why catra is so scared but it's just entrapta being very literal to the point of people thinking shes being sarcastic again

like, entrapta has always been... pacifistic?, never hurting literally anyone first-hand, never being angry. she has had bitterness, but never held a grudge, not even on the rebellion. she was already trying to move past catra's betrayal and enjoy her new circumstances, which is how shes always operated, but catra was still stuck in the guilt.

though, i do think entrapta was sad about it. like. this scene here. she hasnt forgotten what catra did. and shes hurt that catra has been pushing her away instead of apologising. she was just good at hiding it and acting cheerful.

you wanna see genuinely mad entrapta, this scene on beast island where she physically pushes adora away.

what makes this ESPECIALLY interesting is that nobody else reacted this way to the signal. nobody else got angry, and fought to be left there. she had a much stronger reaction because she thought escaping would be more painful than staying there. i think this is the one time entrapta's bitterness at everything that's happened sort of gets to her and makes her snap. she's so tired of it all at that point and you can tell by christine's voice acting when she explains how "confusing" everything was. then turns around, still smiling as always (masking how she felt), and says she belongs there.

the good news is entrapta is the queen of bouncing back, so by the time she sees catra, while she may still have the problem of thinking fallouts are her own fault, shes comfortable with her position in the rebellion and doesn’t think history is going to repeat itself again. 

and i think that blatantly sincere apology and thanks from catra, one of the people who had rejected and hurt her before, would've been a nice confidence boost, yeah? catra accepts full responsibility for the fallout and leaves herself very vulnerable to entrapta. i dunno, i feel like entrapta realised she had a lot of power in this interaction, and decided to use it for good. it's really nice.

[loneworldgazer]

hello :) i saw your requests were open so, may i request how suna would react to seeing the miya twins’s fangirls attack you?

a/n: okie dokie!! (also i dont have good titles)

Reaction To Miya Twins' Fangirls Attacking You

suna × gen!reader

you're highkey creeped out about both of your friends' fangirls

it's just that they would ask you to do a favour or a request involving either both of the twins

you always declined to the point it gets annoying, you so nicely said "no thanks, i'd rather not do that" and they still bugged you about it

they were persistent that you wish to scream for them to do it themselves but something tells you if you did, they would do something much more worse than their favours

suna would sometimes rescue you out of these situation whenever you try to make them back off and he would stand behind and ask the girls what they want from their manager

and it always end up of them walking away quickly and leave an akward tension for a while but you didn't forget to thank suna

you sat with suna, the guy you were crushing on and he would do a lot of things that would fluster you in so many ways without even trying

man, if he were to open the door for anyone, you'd get butterflies storming in your stomach

you put your knees up to your chest and rock back and forth, trying to think of a way to stop them and you kept quiet when you feel suna looking at

suna would just wait patiently for you to bring up your problem cause you would always glance at him for a question before asking it

but you look so dang tense, it worried him

"what's got you all worried?" you would be dazed and slump even more on the bench and mumble your response

"i hate them so much, i should leave the club-" suna immediately objected and you look up at him in suprise in which he turns away and shakes his head

"don't, you're still going to be friends with the two knuckleheads. they will always find away to bother you love" hearing the nickname he has for you now made you doubt, he only uses it when he's being genuine but you still reasoned with him

telling him maybe it'll go away for a bit, not as worse as this and you remembered you never told the team about this, only suna and the miya twins

you knocked on your head twice and sighed, you should've told the team about this and suna smiled while placing a hand on your head

"let's tell them now, shall we?"

the whole team being suprised was an understatement, you chuckled when they look terribly shocked to how much trouble you're facing in and out of the club

the miya twins might've hung their heads in shame in which you waved at them to stop but osamu whispered his apology

everyone then puffed out their chests and promised to protect you from any form of danger which you twitch to how loud they acted

kita held your hand and brushed it, telling you that if you have anything to say, say it to them and akagi nodded vigirously, agreeing with his captain

same with ginjima who gave his sound effects with cracking his knuckles

the others were there to protect you as well

aran promises to be there for you and joking around to be your personal bodyguard, you feel tickled by this and punched him in the shoulder

everyone's comfort made you feel safe that's why you can easily go to school without any fans on your back because everyone was there for you, you could cry

but unfortunely a time has to come where they did caught up to you without you having any defense

the miya twins and suna planned a study group right after school and you accidently left some of your notes in class

you nervously scratched your neck mentioning this to them and they immediately pushed you back to get the papers

atsumu scolded you because of pettiness because he wanted to start after school and osamu flicked atsumu's ear because of his impatience

osamu and suna reassured you and asked you to get it back now

"i'll be back very quickly!" "ya better be!"

midway in the hall to your classroom you realized nobody accompanied you and your heart dropped and you feared to meet the duo who harassed you about your friends from day one

ah, the classroom's empty

perfect, you quickly walked to the classroom but someone's feet stopped you and you got slammed into the class' locker

(aw shucks, didn't see that coming)

"well, well what do we have here?" one was sneering in rotten irritation while the other chuckled at your humilation

they hit your head hard so whatever threat they said at first went over your head, literally

you wanted to escape so bad, she still gripped your vest harshly and the way her knuckles went into your chest made you pissed on how strong she was

you kicked one in the crotch so she could stumble back and you ran past her in the gap but the other hooked your leg in her arm

thank god when you fell, you guarded your face from the floor and managed to not bruise it from how hard you fell

groans still came out from the other girl as the one holding your leg, yanked you close to them

you kept fighting back, trying to desperately kick her chest which you could but she started twisting your ankle

"NO!-" "what's goin' on here?"

you looked up in relief and suna picked you up, placing your face in his chest while he coldly glare at the fangirls

he looked at you to see if there's any bruises and scratches and he was grateful you didn't have any

the twist wasn't that frightening so you didn't get a sprain

he also noticed you're empty handed so he whispered to you to get your belongings while he was busy glaring at the two girls shaking in their shoes

"i'm sorry-" "don't say a word just yet."

dang you kinda shivered there because his tone was assertive and scary, you looked back at him to see his dominant demeanor which made you more scared of him

when you got back to his side, he hugged you and kissed your temple and you got more suprised to what he did and he carried on like normal

"if ya dare hurt my beloved partner, i'll hurt ya back."

quietly stepping out the classroom and being further away from it made you breathe in deeply and he tapped your cheek to see if you're doing fine

"thank you.. suna"

you don't know what the hell was he going to do to the fangirls if they ever hurted you but you didn't care as you intertwine your hands with his

"about time, y/n~"

he pecked your temple again which you lightly punched his side and you both softly chuckle, countinuing your walk in peace while you struggle to contain your happiness

finally he confessed first and not you so all the burden on your shoulders were lifted

short bonus!

"i know for a fact he's confessing" atsumu murmured, deep in thought as osamu stared at his twin through his half lidded eyes and slowly agreeing with him

"if you try to imagine, how would he confess?" osamu hums, trying to think of a response for his brother

"will he be cheesy? pick up lines and all that-" atsumu cringed, imagining suna doing pickup lines to you

if he was you, he probably would reject him right away

"no.. he'll probably be sleek with it like i don't know.. AH I KNOW kiss-" "-them"

suna completed atsumu's sentence while kissing your knuckles which you snicker to when they try to regain their composure

and the evening ended with a unison of screaming from both the boys who were just discussing about their friend

[vyladromeave]

what are some random headcanons you have for vylad!!!!!

HI RANDOM HCS I HAVE FOR VYLAD............... SO MUCH SO SO MUCH SOME OF IT I CANT EVEN TALK ABOUT BCS ITS GOING TO GO INTO MY REWRITE BUT LIKE. HI. NONSPOILERY STUFF I WILL TRY MY BEST.

U can see this in my art sometimes but not often bcs of how I draw his hair, but his ears are pierced ^-^

post nether imprisonment he has a hard time keeping track of. Well. Time. A week goes by and hes like oh just a couple hours nbd. And sometimes like 3 hours goes by and hes like well that was like 7 years at Least. He has no clue what date it is at any time. It doesn't really bother him but everyone else is like How Do You Live Like This.

Garroth is the target he would have to kill to become an immortal Shadowknight. Garroth is obviously still alive, therefore Vylad is not fully immortal.

He wears his hair up in a bun like Occasionally, but its only really either 1: fancy formal occasions or 2: hes like about to murder someone. so neither of those really have good connotations for him.

Basically always avoids eye contact when talking to people. its not a conscious thing its just a habit.

Both the scarf an the ocarina are gifts from his mom.

They obvs dont do it anymore but as a kid they used to be real clever and snarky. copes with being the fuck up of the family by being the funniest one yknow.

Has a symbol of Irene as a necklace, its under his scarf/shirt/etc. at all times. He's not religious per se but sometimes its nice to talk to someone who you know isn't listening.

Laurance being Nice to him during his imprisonment time actually meant a LOT to him like a lot a lot. There is a very limited amount of people in his life who have been nice to him Ever and that was a very difficult moment for him. If Aphmau is what got Laurance through his time in the nether, i think Laurance is what got Vylad through his time in imprisonment.

His relationship with Hyria is a little silly shes like his old snarky grandma and they love eachother but that does not stop them from being rude to eachother lmao. Idk how to put it into words properly like she gives him advice and he Hates it but also he knows shes right. shes like one of the only people bold enough to talk back to him and get him out of his funks yaknow. She talks sense into him.

Died young, they were like only 16. Being a Shadowknight was one of the first times in his life where he felt appreciated and useful. had a family he actually belonged to. (which is partially how he was convinced into doing big shadowknight murder kill. "im not a good person" etc etc.)

Literally nobody in the Shadowknights (aside from the Shadow Lord) knows that Vylad is a Ro'meave. Somehow nobody has put it together that Vylad is That Vylad and he's smart enough not to tell people his last name or where he's from. Probably because nobody knows that he spells his name with a Y in there.

They feel a weird sense of responsibility for Aphmau, being the person who like Summoned Her Into The World, and thats partly why they're a bit more comfortable around her compared to the rest of the cast. He's honestly probably more comfortable with Aphmau than he is with Garroth as of S2.

gay ass. nonbinary. he/they. <3

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

IM FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO RESPONDING TO THIS RUUUUAAAARRRGGHHHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

THAT FIRST LINE YESYESYESYESYES YOU HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK W IT BUT YOURE SO UNBELIEVEBLY RIGHT!!!!!!!!! He has this suave ‘gay or European?’ chivalric persona he puts up around Leon and Ada to some extent but I imagine that’s probably a survival tool!!!!!!!!! He was an immigrant poc kid in a completely new world and his only reference for a heroic figure was Don Quixote, of COURSE he’s gonna embody that and continue to through the course of his life!!!!!!!! And that’s not to say it’s a COMPLETE facade- he IS genuinely friendly and a well meaning person!!!!! We all saw how gentle he was with Ashley and how considerate he is with Leon and Ada he SO GENUINELY CARES ABOUT THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM!!!!!!!!!! He’s holding up this suave persona for not just himself because it’s the one thing in life he can control but so others have a beacon of chivalric hope to cling onto too!!!!!!!!

@anininas and I were talking about this the other day too but I would K I L L to see what luis is like in private when nobody is watching him!!!!!!!!!! Does he STILL pretend to be a knight because that’s literally all he has in life he can control and cling onto????????? Or does the guilt overwhelm him so much he breaks down constantly???????? I WANNA ONOW CAPCOM IM SHAKING YOU (plus he SURELY KNEW he wasn’t gonna make it out of Valdelobos on SOME LEVEL so can you IMAGIME him mentally preparing himself and praying that he can do enough for the people around him??????? PLEASE CAPCOM PLEASE-)

YEYEYEYYEYEEYE I think it’s pretty implied to be canon with Los Illuminados at least that he had no choice but to work for them and watch his friends and family be tortured!!!!!!!!! He was probably blackmailed into being their scientist- I mean hell we SAW him get put in a prison and nearly get tortured!!!!!! And with Umbrella- I HIGHLY DOUBT a kid coming from the middle of nowhere would know abt umbrellas evildoings!!!!!! I can only imagine Luis probably wanted and GOT a place where he can feel welcomed, feel like he belongs, feel like he has a family- AND be making a name for himself and climbing out of that very narrow upbringing!!!!!!!!!!

AND ABBWGWENEHENUENEUDNSHDNSJSNSJDMSKS YOU SAID IT SO PERFECTLY IM SHAKING YOU SO VIOLENTLY!!!!!!!!!!! He cant control the past he can’t control the tragedy that follows him wherever he goes he can’t (in that moment) stop the cycle of pain and death and he can’t control the mistakes he’s made- but he CAN take control back of how people perceive him!!!!!! And I think it’s EXTRA DEVASTATING to imagine him being so scared to tell Leon about everything cuz Leon is the only person whose truly looked past that persona and loved I’m for who he is!!!!!!!

AGAIN!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHAKING YOU BITING YOUR HEAD OFF!!!!!!!!! YEAH PART PF IT IS A PERSONA HES BUILT BUT THATS NOT A BAD THING!!!! ALL HUMANS ATE THE SUM OF OUR PARTS!!!!!!!!!!! HE I S A GENUIENLY H CHIVALRIC AND KNIGHTLY PERSON HE D O E S CARE ABOUT THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM HE CARES ENOUGH TK CHANGE AND TO LOVE A STRANGER (wow that sounded catholic BDNEHENSHSN) BUT YOU GET THE IDEA

IGH YES. When he finally decides to break that cycle- when he finally decides to take control of his life and do something unabashedly GOOD- it costs him his life. Cuz like you said. What’s he got to loose? In his mind he’s practically unforgivable. The world isn’t gonna remember him and he’s gonna be buried underneath the grave of his grandfather.

But again. He has LEON.

Leon- the only guy whose ever seen past him and given him a second chance!!!!!! A chance to change and be loved!!!!!!!!!! He gave him the opportunity to go on his own quixotic adventure and he’s everything Luis wants to see himself as!!!!!!!!! Leon, Ashley and Ada are, to him, his last chance to make it up to SOMEBODY and show that HE CAN CHANGE HE I S WORTHY OF LOVE- he’d be DAMNED if Leon died while he was still alive!!!!!

AND WUAGH DONT MAKE ME THINK AGOUT THE FACT THAT HELL NEVER KNOW IF ASHLEY AND LEON AND ADA EVER DID MAKE IT OUT OF VALDELOBOS PR IF THEY DIED LIKE HIM TOO DONT MAKE ME THINK ABT THR FACT THAT THE LAST THING HE ASKED IS IF PEOPLE CAN CHANGE CUZ HE WANTS ONE LAST CONFORMATIOM ARGH-

ALSO???? The fact that he’s probably under the impression that HES the reason Krauser was lured to Leon????????? THATS SO AHSBWHENEHENEJDDHENEJSNSNSN

Also kinda on topic with this whole discussion of his persona. It’s SO FUNNY to me that he goes out of the way and makes an effort to say ‘such a loss to the ladies of he world, eh?’ Cuz like. Goddamnit you beautiful idiot. Trying to make a humorous joke with your dying breath so the man you love doesn’t worry about you?????? Trying to hold onto SOME semblance of normality????????? I’m cursing you forever and ever

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM STAB ME IN THE BACK WHILE YOURE AT IT. HES LITERALLY BLEEDING OUT AND ACTUBELY DYING BUT HE STILL MAKES THAT SHOT. HE STILL MAKES THAT SHOT CUZ HES SO DESPERATE AND DETERMINED TO SHOW HE CAN CHANGE. TO SHOW HES WORTHY OF BEING LOVED. HE WPULD DO ANUTHING TO EVEN GET A GLIMMER OF THAT OPPORTUNITY AND HED FIGHT TOOTH AND NAIL FOR IT CUZ LIKE YOU SAID HES LEAD A PRETTY SHITTY LIFE

M M M M M M M M

IMAGINING LUIS BURNING HIMSELD OVER AND OVER AGAIN LEARNING HOW TO HANDLE SOMETJIMG THATLL SLOWLY DESTROY HIM????? TO THE POINT WHERE IT BECOMES AS EASY AS BREATHING??????????? HEY HEY DANTE WHAT IF I STRANGLED YOOOOOUUUUU-

I obviously have never smoked but ARGH YOUR WORDS ARE SO RIGHT THEYRE SO PERFECT YOURE GONNA MAKE ME CRY????? ‘It probably gives him solace to have some control over the poison’ IM DUNKING YOU IN A VAT OF ACID. HE KNOWS THEYLL KILL HIM BUT LIKE,,;, IN HIS MIND WOULD THAT REALLY BE A BAD THING?????? MAYBE HE FEELS LIKE HE DESERVES THE ONLY THING THAT BRINGS HIM COMFORT TO SIMUTANIOUSLY BE SLOWLY KILLOMG HIM!!!!

AND ARGH! ARGH!!!!!! It’s a habit!!!!!!!!! It’s a vice!!!!!!!!!!!! Just like the rest of his life!!!!!!!! He keeps going back to it cuz that’s all he knows!!!!!!!!! He keeps running cuz that’s the best thing he knows how to do!!!!!! He goes back home cuz that’s what’s familiar to him!!!!!! And like you said BREAKING A CYCLE IS SO MUCH EASIER SAID THAN DONE!!!!!!!! AND ITS EXTRA DEVASTATING THAT THE CYCLE HE D O E S BREAK ENDS IN HIM DYING LIKE AHWNWHWNEHWNWJWNEJNDSJSNSJSNJSNSJWNSJSMSJSNEJENSJS AND HELL NEVER KNOW IF YHR PROPLE HE DIED FOR EVEN LEFT THE ISLAND

AGAIN.

LIKE YOU SAID.

THE FACT THAT HE CABT EVEN MUSTER UP THE ENERGY TO LIGHT HIS LIGHTER

A R G H -

Also I think it’s SO POIGNANT that the last thing he does is smoke before he dies. I recon there’s a million and one different ways to look at it but for the sake of this post it’s like. His mistakes will always catch up to him. He just needed a little bit more time- just one more day- one more week- to change and to break that cycle but it was too late. He’ll always find comfort in something he shouldn’t until he meets Leon- who lets him indulge in his cigarettes and quixotic fantasies one last time. Who assured to him that yeah. He has changed.

i am so sleepy right now but i was thinking abt Luis.

And yknow. every once in a while i think about this in horknee context bc this lil skill is just wildly attractive but also i think about how, when Luis spins that lighter so effortlessly, he never once drops it. and the movement is fluid, skilled and he just does it without second thought. Like its long practiced and its been a part of his life for a while. And its something i feel like he started learning to try and look cool.

But he couldnt even flick it open or so much as hold onto it during his final moments. How awful and pathetic must one feel in their final moments as they feel these small things slip away. Something that was once second nature and easy, done like a sort of unconscious stim, becomes impossible as you feel yourself slip away. The lighter tricks wouldve been a skill he'd have put time in to learn, and as small as it is it just shows how rapidly he declined and i cant imagine how deeply devastating that would feel as all that time slips away into something that never mattered as your efforts to be somebody, be who you wanted to be, also slip away. Also goes to show how much he really mustered EVERYTHING he had to save Leon with that gunshot. And

yeah that prolly didnt make sense

I'll prolly have more to say when i can hold a coherent thought but i am so tired

[getawayfox]

I wish I had the brain to do all the @hdcandyheartsfest prompts but alas, we do what we can ☺️ (Shoutout to all of you who are doing them every day, I love reading all your entries, you're amazing!)

Anyway, here's some fluff and domesticity for today’s prompt Love Confession under the cut (rated T | 800 words). Biggest thank you to @curlyy-hair-dont-care for betaing and being wonderful. 🤍

“Do you remember your first Sunday dinner at the Burrow?”

It’s not said like a question, just a low hum into the pillow, into the small space between them. Draco grunts, doesn’t open his eyes. He wasn’t asleep but he was drifting and it’s too early for a two-sided conversation.

He remembers, all right. Molly had invited him, out of pity he thinks, and via Granger. He didn’t want to go but Hermione can be very convincing. And scary.

“You played chess with Ron by the fire.” Harry’s voice sounds too awake for this hour.

Draco had almost forgotten that part, but they did sit by the fire for a while and it felt like home and family and safety, even though Draco didn’t belong and was a little bit lost. Now the warmth of the memory spreads in his abdomen like molten gold and he buries himself deeper into the sheets.

“You were so concentrated and kept frowning because Gin and I were testing George’s new products.”

“You were making such a ruckus with those things, like a pack of excitable racoons. It was hard to think,” Draco murmurs, and it comes out muffled, swallowed by his pillow. “Then there was the one that exploded on the coffee table.”

“And you nonchalantly threw a shield charm at us without looking up from the chessboard and then did a checkmate in the next second. I had no idea you were even paying attention.”

“Healer training instinct.”

“Ron was not impressed.”

“But you were.”

Harry doesn’t answer for a while, so Draco finally opens his eyes. Harry is looking at him and maybe Draco needs a shield charm now for the intensity of his gaze. His eyes don’t look green in the dawn light but they’re no less bright and fierce.

“I was. It’s also when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

It’s a strange thing how quickly Draco’s heart can start beating just because Harry’s voice suddenly sounded a bit small even in the few inches of space between them. Draco holds his breath and thinks that nothing good can come out of a five-a.m. talk. His thoughts spill into all the ugly corners of his mind where his insecurity lives, where there is proof that all this is not real, can’t be and Harry will tell him now that he’s changed his mind, that he had been right about Draco all along.

Harry can probably tell he is panicking, it’s hard to keep your composure when it’s the middle of the night and they are so close and still naked, because he reaches out to brush his thumb across Draco’s cheek and says, “Knew that I was in love with you.”

Maybe Harry did some wandless magic along with his words because Draco can’t feel his heart at all now.

“But that was…ages ago, years ago!” Eight years to be precise, when they were just starting to talk properly, when Harry was still in Auror training, before he had decided to leave, both the training and England, to find out what he wanted to do with his life.

“I know. I realised I was in love with you and I, er… didn’t want to be.” His smile is a little sheepish, but Draco doesn’t blame him. Still doesn’t believe that Harry came back after deciding that what he wanted was, in fact, Draco.

“But I wanted to tell you now. That I love you. And that I’m not going to disappear again.”

Draco feels a bit like he did at the Burrow back then – home, safe, warm – and no longer lost. These past few weeks since they’d started this – this thing that doesn’t have a name yet – seemed like something fragile, something precious. A bit lopsided, Draco thinks, on his side at least. For him, it has always been Harry, always, and there were times when he hated that. But nobody has ever even come close, so Draco had made peace with hoping that perhaps Harry might catch up one day. He wouldn’t have even dared to imagine that maybe it hasn’t been so uneven after all.

Draco closes his eyes so that Harry can’t see him properly, all of him, the unedited version that’s feeling like a broom has been pulled out from under him – but in a good way. Like a freefall. He can’t help the smile that’s stubbornly pulling at his mouth though, so he lets it happen.

“You impossible prat. This couldn’t wait until breakfast?”

Harry laughs, deep and happy and knowing, because Draco can’t hide from his voice how much he’s in love too, and Harry can see all the way through him anyway.

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So this is more of a personal opinion but the Teen Titans run in 2003 is... really painful to read as someone who got really attached to the Young Justice (98) run. For a whooole number of reasons.. but today I will concentrate on bart (because like for the past three days al ive talked about is bart) 

Because the first issues are all “Impulse you’re so fucking useless” and “ew don’t touch me” and “Oh my god conner i missed you so much” and absolutely nobody believes in Bart. And it pisses me off. 

Wally was written as such a fucking asshole. “I took things seriously” OH IM SORRY MR PERFECT THAT NEVER FUCKING GOOFED AROUND AND HAD FRIENDS AND GOT EXCITED AND USED HIS POWERS TO HIS ADVANTAGE???? and suddenly bart does it and he’s such a fucking failure and he’s not good enough???? Give me a fucking BREAK. “I founded the titans” okay yes do you want a gold star??? So petty and for what smh

And I mean... bart is so... he’s bart. and I absolutely love him. He’s just excited, and people take this as ridiculously stupid and immature. And YES i have read the issues where bart spends three solid minutes talking to a cardboard cut-out of the flash, but he’s just a kid... he deserves better than whatever the fuck this run is

.... let that one linger. I mean I’m no Bart but hearing that hurts. A lot. 

And Cassandra (i refuse to call whoever she is ‘cassie’) was such a bitch to him?? i get that she got expelled from school but the rest is all bullshit (cassandra here got expulsed because she threw a tantrum and gave out her secret idenity to the whole school and used her powers, which already tells you that this is out of character- although she might have done something similar but she wouldn’t go as far as she did)

You can’t even blame Bart for being ‘immature’ and ‘childish’ here because they’re literally 16???? 17 at most and Cassandra is written as such a fucking bitchhh in the whole runnn and im pretty sure all my mutuals hate me for saying it so often but it makes me so angry (as you probably noticed). And I’m not talking about the costume design (although, if you ask me it’s really out of character and also its ugly and my baby cassie would have done waay better than that. I mean she had biker shorts because they were good to kick in and now she has JEANS???? and a belt to top that WITH A HEADBAND???? cassie is a barette bitch and her hair is short because she likes it like that and she would rather die than get bangs). And I don’t know what’s going on with her, but what the fuck is up with tim?? I’m sure he’s got his shit going on at home with batsy but like.... fuck you

they’re all being such assholes to bart, but he’s there nonetheless, energetic and bubbly, as if nothing’s happened. He even had a heart-to-back with Cassandra (you can guess who spilled their heart and who gave their back)

Oh and don’t let me forget that after this, Cassandra still thinks on leaving. But then cOnNeR goes “no you belong here” and cassandra goes “aw youre right lets kiss now” (not that i have anything against kon or the ship but it was just taken to extremes in this run, because conner this and conner that and lets clone my dead best friend and your boyfriend oh and lets kiss too because we totally dont do that enough)

Now they’re at this prison of sorts and there’s a fire, and there’s smoke and Bart takes in consideration that he might hurt someone if he goes too fast (because of the smoke) 

And oh im sorry okay cassie no need to use THAT tone (although ill let it slide, it’s cool i get it- sorta)

AND THEN BECAUSE ITS TOTALLY NOT MOTHERFUCKING ENOUGH BECAUSE NOBODY HAS NEGLECTED BART ENOUGH ALREADY THIS HAPPENS

“help out impulse” NO FUCK YOU???? ‘Oh impulse the smoke just magically cleared stop being so useless” EXCUSE YOU???? and may i add that kori is also... not that nice to bart...

OH AND MAY I ADD THAT AS BART WENT IN THE BUILDING (because KORY told him to) HE GOT SHOT WITH A TRANQUILIZER THAT IMMOBILIZED HIM FOR A FUCKING HALF MINUTE AND THEN SLADE BLEW HIS KNEECAP OFF??? AND IT DIDN’T OCCUR TO FUCKING KORY THAT IT WAS HER THAT TOLD HIM TO GO IN THE FIRST PLACE???? hhh

call me insane but this is just.... really out of character (then again almost the whole thing is) because you can’t tell me that Cassie and Kon (and tim and cissie and greta and literally anyone that bart has ever interacted with because that’s the effect that he has on people) wouldn’t destroy every piece of shit in their way to blow off slade’s other eye. and after this they do go after slade but like hhhhhhhhhhhhh my boy deserves better okay reading these issues is just liek pouring bleach in my eyes its just... sigh

OH AND THEN BART GOT AGED UP AND IM LIKE OKAY AND THNE HE DIED RIGHT AND THEY GRIEVED HIM FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES AND THEN THEY WENT BACK TO CLONING CONNER AND IM JUST LIKE???????