#and mentally checking out of this shitshow

[afrenomes]

This is the post that i was referencing in the tags of the previous post. I’m sorry but this is an incredibly dangerous take to have. The core principle of our democracy is the peaceful transition of power, and attempting to stop that even for someone who’s going to do as much harm as Trump is, would have UNPRECEDENTED consequences reciprocated back on us. Like, I can’t even begin to explain how horrific it would be for everyone, much worse than it is now, if this type of belief wins on the political left.

[astronautmike-dexter]

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[black-rose-writings]

It's pretty clear that under Sasha's rule, the King didn't allow the Grisha to have firearms. The only Grisha using a gun in the books so far has been Genya, and even that was only after the coup.

I'm sure part of the reasoning is "well, they have magic, why would they use guns." but the other half was definitelly "we don't trust them enough to give them guns".

Funnily enough, the relative ease with which Grisha were given guns and relevant training after Alina's takeover points to the Darkling being the problem here, sort off.

Guns would only become prominent within the lifetime of "this" Darkling, which on its own would make it less likely he'd be given them - he's probably witnessed several kings and has enough experience, influence and connections to be considered a threat. Or the monarchy just didn't trust the Darklings in general, because they never showed up until it was their time to take power and they clearly got a decent education before that (as far as they knew), so the monarchy couldn't really influence them or mold them the way they wanted. Alina, being sheltered, dumb and with brain filled with pro-monarchy propaganda and being raised as non-Grisha, on the other hand, could be trusted to not turn those guns against the king immediately, probably more-so than half of the First Army at this point.

Alina being an idiot and Alina being trusted by the monarchy enough to get some of these things done aren't contradictory. Alina is able to get away with more because she's obviously brainwashed enough to not be a threat. And so are the remaining Grisha - the Grisha who would be a potential threat are all either dead or sided with the Darkling, so yes, the remaining - young, inexperienced, sheltered - Grisha are trusted more than their more skilled and experienced predecessors. It allowed the monarchy to rebuild the Second Army in their image, rather than Aleksander's.

Aleksander wanted the Second Army to be first and foremost a safe place for the Grisha to be themselves, use their powers and live their own lives as best as they could, and serving the Kings was the price that needed to be paid. It was first and foremost a haven that Aleksander had dreamed of since he was thirteen. A haven where Living amplifiers were valued as people, not as trophies, and where Grisha children wouldn't need to be desperate enough to try and kill their friends for power.

The new Second Army is just an army. It's modeled after the needs and wishes of the monarchy, not the Grisha in it. The service isn't the price for their safety and education, it's the main point, and both the safety and education go to hell as a result, because they're now just means to an end.

The dynamic has reversed masivelly in the monarchy's favor. They got a new generation of their slave soldiers who are more obedient, easier to influence, who don't understand that they are slaves and see service to the King as their duty and any education or comforts they recieve as a bonus, a privilige over other soldiers that they should reject, not their due payment, who will not ask for more rights because they've been made to believe that fight is monstrous and evil, who will forever have burned in their minds the destruction that came upon them the last time their kind wanted more and fully believe it was the side that wanted more that was at fault for it all.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 17 (Leigh Bardugo)

The units of Grisha and soldiers who had been assembled to hunt down the Darkling... Given the history, this is more horrifying than anything. Of course those nice, friendly otkazat'sya like to bond with Grisha... over plans for a massacre of their widely hated ex-leader.

The irony of the man, who's goal since he was thirteen has been to put an end to his people being hunted to the point, when their desperation turns them against each other, becoming the bridge between his and normies by being turned into prey once again...

What about Grisha following the Darkling? I'm certain they wouldn't be slaughtered alongside him...

But we're free to ignore those, since the focus is on nichevo'ya, right?

I’d brought in armaments experts from Poliznaya... I'm curious if those "experts" and other First Army soldiers are hand-picked with regards of their stance towards Grisha... like oprichniki used to be. Or are we still ignoring First Army's crimes against Grisha?

... to help familiarize the Grisha with modern weaponry and give them training in firearms. Again, it would seem Grisha don't get the newest weaponry.

[warping-realities]

Online Scam - An OnlyFags Story

Inspired by the concept created by @johnbrand and @boysmentfs

Henry wasn’t having a good day; hell, it wasn’t even a good week or month. He had been stoked for college, ready to hit up new places and live it up, but the truth was that everything was turning into a total shitshow. His roommate was barely tolerable and he hadn’t made a single friend yet. All of this was messing with his head. But what really got to him was being totally broke, not having a dime to his name. His dad sent him a bit of cash, still stuck between being proud of having a son in college and feeling ashamed that son was openly gay. Henry, a name picked by his late mother, who passed down her delicate traits both physically and mentally, knew his dad earned that money busting his ass as a mechanic at a big car shop, and it didn’t come in large amounts, but surely he could send more than the pathetic little sum he was sending. The young man wondered if he’d get more cash if he had a sports scholarship instead of one for his grades.

While hunting for a side gig that could hook him up with some cash, Henry got blindsided by a new message alert on his computer screen. It wasn’t just the message itself; it was who it was from. Larry Thomas was in charge of the more complex systems at the car company where Henry’s dad worked. He was a relatively new hire, and Henry’s dad didn’t get along with the guy at all, with Henry only knowing him from the last company holiday party, since Henry’s dad didn’t want a “degenerate faggot” near his son. The irony of the situation was lost on the old man.

“Hey, kid, I heard your dad telling the guys he cut your funds to force you to man up or whatever. Maybe this will help you scrape together some cash!” the message from the man said, along with a link. Feeling like he had nothing to lose and pissed off at his dad, who he was now sure was punishing him for being gay, Henry clicked the link, which immediately started downloading some kind of app.

“Shit, I hope this ain’t a virus,” he muttered in front of the computer screen.

After loading, a logo popped up at the top: OnlyFags. What the hell was that? Some kind of joke from Larry? Did he team up with Henry’s dad just to humiliate him? Nah, that didn’t make sense; they hated each other. Still, Henry had caught a few looks from Larry directed at his dad that made him think there was some kinda unrequited attraction there… Before he could do anything, a text box popped up asking “Are you a creator or a user?” followed by two more boxes for a username and password. Henry’s computer acted on its own, typing in a sequence so fast he couldn’t read anything that was written or checked. The screen froze for a moment, a spinning circle indicating something was loading, and soon a bunch of boxes appeared on the screen with various profiles.

A massive shock hit Henry with what those profiles showed. He stared in horror and disgust at what they displayed. Mostly dudes between twenty and forty years old with their bodies on full display, playing with pierced nipples, licking feet, or even getting off in plain sight! He moved the mouse, intending to close that crap and delete that app from his computer ASAP.

But fear took over as, instead of shutting down that damn app, the mouse pointer moved on its own to click the profile button in the opposite corner of the screen. The screen loaded again, and there was a profile filled out for him— name, age, height, weight, shoe size, and even dick size. All of it wildly different from reality. A warning popped up quickly: “Your profile picture is outdated! Would you like to take a new one?”

A sudden wave of even greater horror washed over Henry as his hand clicked “yes.” The front camera opened, and his hand set the timer for twenty seconds before propping it against the headboard of the bed, moving to the other side. Almost robotically, he took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor before adjusting his pose for the camera. He moved, trying to get his foot in the shot while flexing one arm, not realizing he’d gained a bunch of pounds of pure muscle and that his delicate size 7 feet had ballooned to a more robust size 10.

Paralyzed and unable to move, he saw a message pop up on the computer screen. “New photo uploaded! Error!!! Photo does not match profile. Correcting parameters!” Scared, he quickly summoned the last bit of willpower he had and tried to get up and shut that app down once and for all, only to be shoved back by an invisible wall, with all the impact you’d expect from a high-speed crash. Dizzy and confused, he felt his face and body go through a sensation of distortion, and suddenly… nothing! The most complete emptiness reigned in his mind. He didn’t know who he was or even his own name. And he stayed like that for several seconds, staring into the inner void.

Until a new notification appeared on the screen, grabbing his attention. “Success! Parameters corrected; new profile picture published!” Immediately, likes started flooding in on his photo and profile, making him focus on the computer screen just as the computer camera turned on again and a live stream began.

He quickly, almost automatically, repositioned himself, flexing one of the powerful arms he’d just acquired. A notification on the app pinged: “New donation from DirtyFaggotMike.”

The app, once again on its own, opened a list of donations from various users with similar and usernames, ranging from small amounts to hundreds of dollars. Henry felt a rush of pride inside him as memories of all the degrading content about that kind of people and the outrageous amounts of cash received for it flooded his mind!

A new comment appeared in at the top of the page with a $100 donation. “Master, your giant hands turn me on; I’d love to be smothered by them.” Henry found himself talking automatically to the screen: “Keep dreaming, faggot. You’re lucky enough to be able to worship them from a distance!” he replied, grinning arrogantly as he admired his own flexed arm.

A part of Henry still intact, lost in the gigantic void that his memories had become, managed to feel mortified; he didn’t want any of those horrible messages to be received by him, let alone responded to that way. That little remaining fraction tried again to regain control, only to be shoved back as the being occupying his body massaged his powerful pecs and spoke laughing arrogantly while getting up: “Where’s my money, you fags? You won’t get shit from me if this account doesn’t start filling up!”

The next message he received was the reply he’d been waiting for—a private message from LickLuckyLarry. “Master Hunter, I’ve been one of your loyal followers for months and I want to pay a good amount to see you jerk off if it’s not too much audacity on my part.”

Henry… Hunter smiled at that message. With a smirk on his face, he replied, “Disgusting faggot. Of course, it’s a hell of a lot of audacity for a worm like you to ask me that! But it’s you pathetic beings that keep my wallet full. I’m willing to accept, but it’ll depend on how much you’re willing to pay for all this!” he replied, grinning wickedly as his hands roamed over his abs and thighs, tentatively close to his cock.

“Master, please,” the guy replied, “I’d do anything to see you work that giant cock until it explodes with your alpha jizz.”

“Great, let’s talk privately; don’t turn on the camera! I don’t wanna see that faggot face of yours, it’ll be hard enough to jerk off knowing a worm like you is watching! And as for the rest of you, take note, faggots, you should all aspire to be like him.”

He leaned forward and closed the live window, before before lying down in his bed and focusing on talking privately in his smartphone with the guy willing to pay to see him play with his own cock. “I said I didn’t wanna see that pathetic face of yours, faggot,” he said upon seeing the man’s face appear on the app chat screen.

“Sorry, Master Hunter, I couldn’t help it; I promise to pay you a much bigger sum, but I wanted to know if you remember me?”

��And why the hell would I remember a pathetic faggot like you?” Hunter asked with a wicked grin.

“Because I work with your dad and… you… you let me suck your cock at the last company holiday party!”

“And? You’re not the first little bitch I’ve let do that! There’s no shame in showing off a bit or even letting one of you kind pay for a blowjob in the absence of something better. And that whore secretary didn’t want to give me any… Anyway, don’t think you’ll get a discount just because you know my old man, and if you try to blackmail me, I’ll use these weapons to smother you in a way way different from what that other faggot wanted!”

“No, Master Hunter… it’s not that… it’s just that you look so much like your dad! You’re a twenty-years-younger copy of him… I… I’ll pay you a bigger sum… but can you refer to yourself as Master Rusty while you jerk off?”

“So you have a fetish for my old man, huh? You sick fuck! But I’m cool with that! Just keep that ugly mug off the screen and don’t you dare talk to me while I do what needs to be done!”

“Thanks, Master Rusty… just one more thing, that mustache you’re growing makes you look even more like your dad… if I may be so bold, I’d say you should keep it.”

“I’ve allowed too much boldness, you worm. Now let’s wrap this up. Camera off,” Hunter said as he laid back on the bed, the camera aimed at him.

“So you want a piece of old Rusty, huh? You little shit?” Hunter teased, while Henry’s little voice tried to fight against the wave of mockery and arrogance filling his mind.

“A new chance to suck that cock? Only in your dreams.” He continued, with vivid memories of orgies with various women and dozens of live streams and videos for desperate gay guys into humiliation flooding his mind.

“You can look and admire, you can worship me from a distance, but this here, this here you’ll never have again pathetic faggot,” he concluded before exploding with a huge load that covered his entire abdomen.

“Thanks for the grand, loser.”

He ended the call and saved a copy of the video showing only the upper part of his body, teasing the release the full presentation for his fans after they donated a good chunk of cash.

As he lay back down, distracted, thinking about the bizarre situation with a coworker of his dad’s and what Old Rusty would think if he found out where the money supporting his son extravagant lifestyle and his monthly allowances was coming from. In that moment of distraction what remained of Henry inside him made one last attempt to surface, somehow managing to miraculously regain a bit of control. Thinking about how to fix this, Henry looked at his body; however, he seemed… normal. His enormous size 15 feet were giving off a potent funk as always. His well-developed calves giving way to tree trunk thighs, while hanging between them was his pride, his massive 10-inch cock, with which he toyed a bit before continuing his investigation. His abs were chiseled like an 8-brick wall, and just above them were the two slabs of flesh that were his pecs. He grabbed his phone and opened the camera, seeing his face; indeed, a near-exact copy of his dad’s face, square and masculine. The overall impression was one of arrogance and disdain, which precisely defined his personality.

He dropped the phone and smiled, satisfied, as he rested his head on his powerful arms. “Damn, Hunter, you’re one hot piece of ass,” he said to himself. “These faggots will never get tired of you,” he concluded, knowing that with a body and a cock like his, money would never be a problem.

Hundreds of miles away from Hunter’s dorm, Larry was finishing up his third or fourth jerk-off session, this time looking at the gif that served as Hunter’s profile picture on the app. That, he thought, was the best decision he’d ever made, seeing the perfect copy of Rusty that Hunter had become, a copy willing to treat him in the degrading way he’d dreamed for months that his dad would do. As he reached orgasm, remembering all the insults and humiliations, he wondered to himself if there was a chance that the son of one of the other coworkers would fall into the same trap; well, it wouldn’t hurt to try, especially if the reward was as delicious as Hunter.

[fuck-customers]

I feel like I started a domino effect at work and it's great :>

There's a couple coworkers who are just unbelievably awful to work with. They're either messy, lazy, thick as two hundred bricks or just a combination of all the above. Myself and multiple other staff have told the boss we don't want them on busy nights because it just becomes us having to do 4 people's jobs; and they're never closing so they get to do nothing and walk out scott free. Every time I have them on my closes I end up walking out of work aching, mentally exhausted and feeling like I wanna down an entire bottle of tequila.

Anyway, there's a big event coming up next week during one of my closes. I check the roster to see who I'm on with and what do I see: not 1, not 2, but all 3 of the coworkers I hate being with rostered on. The only other person who's on with us is decent, but even then it'd just be me and her picking up everyone's slack. I'm furious, cause I've specifically said not to put them on individually on busy nights and I get all 3? Guess I'll be feeling a bit under the weather that day.

Like I said, the other person who's supposed to be on is decent and I do like her, so I decided to give her a heads up that I wasn't planning on showing up and why. Immediately she's like, 'So I'd be alone with those idiots? Fuck that, I'm calling in too.' Okay pop off, can't wait for the chaos to ensue. The absolute cherry on top, the person who's supposed to be the midshift that day overhears us and she goes 'wait you guys are calling out, so I'm gonna be stuck with THOSE 3? Fuck no, I'm not coming in either'.

So now that's 3 good staff down with only the lazy ones left over and I literally CANNOT WAIT. Our boss was being a huge dick (as per usual) to all 3 of us just before we coordinated our group call out too which makes it even sweeter. Kicking my feet giggling waiting for the shitshow to go down :3

Please tell us the aftermath.

-Rodney

[onlyjaeyun]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 – 𝟓𝟔

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐗: 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

↬ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔, 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐉𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒.𝟏𝐤

↬ 𝐜𝐰: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝟎𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝟎𝐝, 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐛𝐯𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚

"Jongie?"

The sound of his best friend's voice pulls the young business man right out of his chaotic thoughts and with worry and anxiety gleaming in his usually so stern and cold eyes, he turns his head to meet Sunghoon's gaze.

"What's going on? Why did you just pick up Kim Jiwoong's phone call?"

"We gotta get to the headquarters as fast as possible", Jay replies and balls his hands into tight fists as the feeling of being useless suddenly overwhelms him, "Y/N's brothers are on their way to her and I'm pretty sure they're gonna pull a shitshow in front of the whole office just to humiliate her."

Jake's head quickly turns to look at his boss and best friend with confused eyes, right as Heeseung's gaze meets Hoon's concern filled one, yet none of them dare to say a single word.

"Come on, Seungie", Jongseong suddenly presses through gritted teeth, "drive a little faster, will you? I have no idea what they're going to do once they get to her nor do I have a fucking clue how she might react to their presence and their words, so please. Drive. Faster."

"Yes, Jong", is the only thing Seung days right before silence follows his response up until the four business man make it to the front of TPC's headquarters.

Jay doesn't know where your brothers are. He's lost their location weeks ago, when he found out that the men he had hired were actually working for Jiwoong. After the realisation had hit him like a ton of bricks, it was too late to actually find them again and not even his biggest rival could give him any information about their whereabouts.

His lack of knowledge and the worry about your actual safety has been driving him into insanity for the past twenty minutes and if it wasn't for the fact that he needs to stay strong and composed for you, Jay would have lost his shit by now already.

But he simply has no choice but to keep it down. For now.

He knows the upcoming days won't be easy for you, mentally and physically, which is exactly why he can't just give into the urge to go on a massive searching spree in hopes of finding those bastards and finally giving them what they deserve.

His time for your revenge will come, all he has to do is remain just a little bit more patient.

By the time Jongseong stares at his own reflection in the mirror of the elevator, he can feel his heart brutally smashing against his rib cage to the point where he feels like his lungs are about to hyperventilate.

He can feel his boys' eyes boring in his sides, but he doesn't scold them. Matter of fact, Jay doesn't say a single word, simply because he doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings by unloading his pent up anger and frustration about your brothers on the wrong people.

You're safe and protected.

Dokyeom as well as Mingyu are by your side and there's no way your brothers can just enter the main building without the security guards checking their IDs.

You're safe and protected.

Jay knows where you are and who you're with, he knows those two girls are your safe place. On top of that you're literally on the tenth floor with a dozen other employees having their lunch. Your brothers aren't that brave nor are they stupid enough to pull up at this time of the day.

You're safe and protected.

Yet no matter how many times he tells himself just that, Jongseong can't help but feel his chest tightening at the thought of your fear and panic filled eyes; the ones he's been trying so hard to heal and keep safe, the ones which are usually so soft and gentle.

"She's safe."

Jaeyun's words are the first thing his brain recognises in the past twenty minutes and with a thin veil of tears blurring his vision, Jongseong just throws his arms around his best friends shoulders and lets out a loud sigh of frustration.

"It's okay, brother", Jake sighs and tightens his hold around the young man, knowing he's usually not one to be so openly vulnerable and for some reason all three of his best friends find comfort in the intimacy of the moment.

"When will this be over?"

The words leave his lips before his brain can overthink them, something he never even dared to mumble to himself as he was too afraid of being too weak, too insecure and unable to protect you the way he promised you to.

It's not even because he's tired.

Jay would burn the world for your happiness and safety, went against his father and every single thought he had been implanted with throughout the years just for you.

Yet it's the thought of his power and everything he's done and tried not being enough. He just wants you to be happy and safe forever. So what if all of this is ruined, simply because he made one little mistake of foregoing a proper background check, resulting in your brothers walking around freely instead of being taken care of the way he's promised you to.

It's not that he's tired.

Jongseong is simply scared of disappointing you and failing to keep his promise.

"Soon", Hoon sighs and balls his hands to fists at the sight of his usually so strong and confident friend being so desperate and lost, "I'm going to make sure those fuckers never, ever see the outside of a cell again and I promise you that."

Jongseong tries his best to regain his composure, mostly because he feels like a child for breaking down in his best friend's arms, but also because he doesn't want to worry you even more than necessary.

He knows his brain is purposely painting the worst case scenarios, yet for the first time in what feels like forever, he simply can't find the strength to fight against it.

By the time the elevator doors open again, Jay has managed to calm down and impatiently makes his way down the hallway to Jimin's office, knowing the moment he holds you in his arms again, everything will be okay, even if it's just for a short moment.

You, on the other hand, try your best to listen to your friends as they try to distract you with silly little stories, despite the fact that you can read them like open books and are more than aware just how tense they both are.

For some reason, however, you can't help but feel sad and disappointed.

Sad and disappointed because your brothers have never loved or accepted you.

Sad and disappointed because your mother's ability to get into her sons heads has lead to your life being ruined and your soul left in stains of decade long abuse and hatred.

Sad and disappointed because your brothers never deemed you worthy enough to live a normal, average life.

Sad and mostly disappointed because you know your boyfriend might eventually grow tired of dealing with this constang back and forth, and you can't even blame him.

You're tired, mentally and physically exhausted.

All you want for this is to finally be over.

You never wanted much. But apparently you weren't worthy of anything you've ever wanted.

"Baby?"

The sound of Jay's voice is the one to finally pull you back into reality and without giving it another thought, you throw away all the worries about people possibly seeing you two together and throw yourself into the comforting embrace of his arms.

With a soft sigh, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, his arms tightening around your waist as he inhales your scent and finally allows himself to calm down, now that you're in his arms. Safe and sound.

"What's happening, Jongie?"

Your question is filled with concern snd anxiety, panic wavering in your voice as you pull away with his face in your delicate hands and the fact Jongseong doesn't hesitate to take yours into his own right before he starts placing gentle kisses into your palms.

"We don't know where your brothers are and Jiwoong said he's sure they're close", Jay breathes and holds you close to his body, too aftaid to let go of you.

"Let's get you two to Seung's place, hm? They surely don't know where he lives and we'll make sure nobody follows us", Jake suggets calmly, his usually so energetic eyes gleaming with concern.

Jay doesn't say anything, just sighs before he shoots your two bodyguards a nod and then intertwines your fingers with his.

"We gotta get you somewhere safe, Baby", he whispers against your lips, his forehead pressed against yours as he tries to remain calm and collected, "I don't wanna make this a bigger deal than it is but I just – I don't – I don't know what else to do."

It's that little stumble over the words, which make you realise just how much Jongseong is panicking and without even missing a beat, you start caressing his cheek with the back of your hand and wait for him to meet your gaze.

"Everything's going to be okay, my love", you whisper and smile at him, "we'll figure it out together just how we always do, yeah?"

"Yes, Baby", he replies softly, his voice hoarse and drenched in exhaustion, "you're right. We've got this. Let's go."

And with those words you find yourself taking the elevator down to the lobby of TPC's main building, Jongseong's strong arm thrown over your shoulder to keep you as close to his body as physically possible and all of a sudden the only think you can think of is finally falling asleep in his arms.

Dokyeom and Mingyu are the first one to step out of the elevator to make sure everything is safe before the boys suddenly form a triangle around the two of you, making you feel even safer than you already did and with a soft smile you look up at Jake.

"Anything for TPC's official first lady", he jokes and shoots you a wink, easily calming your racing mind with a few words and you find yourself incredibly grateful about their presence. Not just in this particular moment but your and especially Jongseong's life. They really are the greatest set of best friends and you're so happy to know your love has such amazing people so close to him.

"There she is, everybody!"

Maybe it's the fact you didn't really expect to hear that voice ever again or maybe it's the high volume of his tone, maybe even his choice of words, yet regardlessly, nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your two older brothers standing right in front of you like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Ming–", "Now now, Mr. Park", the older one says and cocks his head to the side, his shaved head and the tattoos covering the entirety of his neck shocking you, since you don't remember that combination to look as scary as it does right now.

Mingyu and Dokyeom are quick to interfere, doing what needs to be done and almost tackling both of your brothers enough to stop them from moving.

All you can do, however, is stare at them in utter shock.

You can't believe how much they've changed in the three years you hadn't seen them, as the younger one had followed the example of his older brothers and actuakly shaving his hair off and covering himself in dark ink. Your eyes anxiously roam their faces and all of a sudden you're hit with flashbacks from some of the worst nights in your childhood.

"Bring her to the car and take her to your place, Heeseung", Jay orders and tries to let go of your hand, yet fails since you've tightened your grip on him like your life depends on it.

"Come on, Y/N", Sunghoon's gentle voice echoes in your head but doesn't quite reach you.

It feels like the whole world has come to a halt in your body's desperate attempts to stay conscious. Your brain flooded with mental images of all the times they had made you beg for their mercy, for them to just please stop hurting you.

The fact their eyes are still filled with the same hatred and wrath doesn't help with the intensity of your reaction and before you can even mutter a single word, the oldest shoots you one of his evil smiles, knowing exactly what his presence has done to you.

"What a family reunione, huh, little one?" He spits and tries a little to move out of Mingyu's strong hold around his arms, only to fail miserably.

"Get them the fuck out of here, Dokyeom", Jay orders through gritted teeth, barely holding himself back at the sight of the men who have made your life living hell.

If it wasn't for you, Jongseong would have had them beat up right then and there. But he knows better than to traumatize you even further by ordering his men to do exactly what everyone involved has been dying to.

"Hold the fuck up, Big Boss", the younger one finally speaks up, somehow manages to pull you out of your frozen state and with tears burning in your eyes and the knot in your throat fgrowing in its size by the minute, you dare to look at the one man you've always found some kind of hope in.

At the end of the day he barely ever physically hurt you the way the other two did and despite opting to use his words to break you, he also just so happened to be the one to take care of your wounds whenever everyone went to sleep.

You still remember your last day at home, where you had begged him to move to Seoul with you in hopes of giving him the opportunity to escape the fate of your other two brothers, only to realise that his loyalty to them would always overshadow everything else.

"Dokyeom. Now."

"Have you told him about what you've done to ruin our lives or do we get the honor to do it?"

Your brother doesn't care about the man in his back, who could easily snap his neck without much force, spitting those words like they're venom on his tongue and with wide eyes you let go of Jongseong's arm once your brain manages to process his threat.

"No", you whisper and shake your head in disbelief, "please, don't. Not here. Not in front of everyone."

"Don't talk to him, Baby", Jay is quick to intervene in your first interaction with your brother in three years, knowing oh too well that there's no way for this to end in a good way, "just go to the car with Seung and Hoonie. Please, angel."

"Angel? You call that bitch an angel?"

For those words Mingyu pulls your older brother's arms a little further into his chest, eliciting a painful groan from the man you've always hoped to never face again.

"Dok–"

"Your precious angel is the bastard daughter of a fucking felon and the reason why our father almost became a killer ten years ago", the younger one yells instead and it's then that a wave of shame and embarrassment drown you in their pain.

"What?"

Jay physically can't hold himself back from asking as confusion overwhelms him and for a moment his brain actually considers listening to your abusers instead of doing what's need to be done.

"You all heard what I said", your brother yells loud enough for everyone around you, knowing exactly what to do and say to humiliate you with as many eyes on you as possible.

"TPC's new first lady is a fucking bastard and the daughter of a convicted criminal. She's a shame to our family and a fucking loser. She always has been and will be, no matter how many CEOs she fucks. Y/N is a worthless wh–"

You've told Jongseong a fair amount of stories about your brothers and what they had done to you, yet none of them could have prepared him for the actual reality of their evilness.

Jay still remembers the way you had broken down the first time he had decided to stay over at your place after the business trip and you had opened up about the abuse and everything they had put you through. From merciless beatings to constant verbal and mental harassment to the point where you spent the nights in the library of your university in hopes of escaping them for just a little longer.

And maybe it's the memory of your heavy sobs and painful cries or maybe because he's never, ever wanted to physically hurt someone as much as your brothers, but as those words echo in his head, Jongseong has finally had enough.

Before anyone can even think about interfering, your boyfriend has already made his way to your older brother and skillfully lands a hard punch right in his face.

"Jay!"

Your voice is more of a gasp once you realise what the fuck had just happened but to your even bigger surprise, your boyfriend doesn't seem to be satisfied as he throws his fists into your brothers face with such vigor, you're left speechless.

You watch his eyes roll into the back of his head as his body goes limp and you realise that Jongseong actually knocked him out without flinching of pain at all.

"Let me fucking go–", your younger brother yells and tries to fight against Dokyeom's strong grip as soon as he watchesthe older one fall face first onto the floor, "you can beat us up as much as you want but it won't change the fact that your little trophy whore of a wife is a fucking homewrecker!"

Jay lets his gaze shift to the face the voice belongs to, a thick red veil of anger and wrath covering his consciousness as he lifts his fist to give your brother a piece of his actual mind, not giving a single fuck about who might be watching.

"Don't ever", Jay grunts as he lands punch after punch in the younger one's face until blood starts pouring from his nose, splattering all over your boyfriend's white dress shirt, "talk about her again or I'll fucking kill you. Did you hear me?"

Yet again, the whole world seems to stop as tense silence follows the young CEO's violent outburst.

It's so quiet, you can hear your heartbeat thrumming in your ears as adrenaline rushes through your veins and you don't even dare looking around you.

"Pathetic pieces of shit", Jongseong spits and lets go of your brother's collar before he lifts his head and looks straight into the lense of a camera, the realisation resulting in his brain to shut down completely.

But this time the boys are faster than Jongseong, as one of them stays by your side, while the orher two stop their best friend from attacking the journalist.

"Is that shit recording? Yeah? Then listen up because I have something to say for all the gossip media outlets out there who will try to make me the bad guy in this", Jongseong suddenly yells, his voice the loudest you've ever heard him and before you can even react, Jake pushes you to stand behind his back, hiding you from the noisy camera to protect you.

Never in his life has Jongseong talked to the press like that. For God's sake, he's barely ever attended press conferences because there's nothing as useless and stupid to him as the media, yet this time he won't give them the chance to twist and turn the story to their liking.

"Those two men are abusers, actual criminals. I'd be dammed if I ever let them talk about my future wife like that. So, yeah. I beat them up in public and I don't regret it. They deserved this and I'm going to do everything in my power to have them rot in prison for the rest of their pathetic lives. Go ahead, air this. I want the entirety of Seoul to know that I don't care about her past and whose daughter she is. At the end of the day she's the love of my life", Jongseong breathes heavily, not stuttering once as he defends you in front of the whole city like he's just been waiting for this particular moment all this time.

"In fact", he suddenly says right after he had decided to let go, "she's my only love. She's my pride, my happiness, my future and I'd give up everything I have, am and own just for her. That's all I have to say, now get the fuck off of my property or I'll have the police arrest you, too."

And once Jongseong finishes his speech, all he does is turn around to give his best friend a nod of approval and before you can even realise what's happening, Jake has already guided you out of the side entrance to one of Jongseong's car.

To your surprise, you don't immediately take off, but are rather sent to the safest space possible to wait.

It doesn't take the police long to arrive and finally arrest your brutally beat up brothers; the sight of them being pushed into the police cars with their hands cuffed to their backs and blood covered faces giving you a weird sense of satisfaction.

You attentively watch the huge mob of journalists and paparazzis growing bigger and bigger by the minute, all of them patiently waiting for your boyfriend to leave the main building as well, only for Sunghoon to step outside and actually talk to them.

But you don't get the opportunity to even guess what he's telling them as the car door swings open snd you're met with the sight of the love of your life.

The only man who has ever kept his promise.

For a moment, Jay hesitates to slide onto the backseat next to you, worried – scared even �� of your possible reaction since you've never seen this side of him; the one he's tried to keep locked away for so long.

He never had the freedom of expressing himself, his thoughts and feelings, so usually violence and anger was the way he chose to cope woth it all, especially at a young age.

Once he had started going to therapy, things have definitely gotten easier and although he knows this was an absolute exception, Jay can't help but worry.

What if seeing him this violent, this brutally merciless, this angry becomes the reason for your fears and bad memories resurfacing, adding just more pain to your fresh wounds.

To his positive surprise, you turn your whole body to face him, tears and mascara staining cheeks and your swollen bottom lip firmly tugged between your teeth.

"Thank you", you whisper and subconsciously reach for his hand on the back of the passenger seat, "thank you so much, Jongseong."

It's words which fill his chest with the sweet feeling of relief and without missing another beat, he moves into the seat next to yours and pulls you onto his lap.

"They won't ever hurt you again, Baby", he whispers against your lips and caresses your cheeks, you both ignoring the heavy smell of blood as well as the stains on his shirt, "nobody is going to hurt my girl ever again. You're safe now, my love. Now and forever."

"I love you so, so much, Park Jongseong."

There's nothing else you could have said which could have possibly describe the warmth spreading in your chest when the realisation of his words has finally hit you.

No more fear. No more panic. No more looking over your shoulder. They're finally where they belong and you know Jongseong won't ever let them get close to you again.

"My sweetest angel", he sighs and places the softest kiss on your lips, "the love of my life. My everything."

Maybe you never actually wanted too much. Because as you find yourself slowly falling into the most peaceful sleep you've ever had, you know the waiting and patience has finally paid off. All those nights you had prayed and hoped to find someone who loves, appreciates, protects and cares for you have finally become reality and no matter how surreal it all feels, with each of Jongseong's movements in your bavk, you know it's not. This is now your life, the one you've waited for for so long.

You're finally home.

← 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 →

(A/N: And here's what we've all been impatiently waiting for 🫣 i know the chaps kinda ends abruptly BUT to me it felt like the perfect ending bc smut wouldn't have been appropriate (though we all know they had a sweet cuddlefuck which lead to cockwarming) because of the heaviness in the chap and if you cant tell i prefer this length in written chapters to keep it exciting 🫣 regardless i hope you guys enjoyed it and can't wait to read y'all's thoughts! this marks rhe end of the angst wave and we're now officially counting down to the finale. thank you so much for everything babies, i love and appreciate you all so, so much. feedback's always appreciated!!!💞🧸)

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Yet another example of Team Black ass lickers playing victim

I’d really appreciate it if y’all could take some time out of your day and check this blogger out for this particular post they made about me.

I already replied but I felt the need to make a post of my own because they are out of their fucking mind!

This cockroach came into my post and called me a sick fuck for saying that Aemond taking revenge on Lucerys is not equal to Daemon ordering the execution of an infant in its crib, the latter being obviously way more unethical, and they absolutely lost their shit when I paid them back with the same coin. Like, the fuck did you think was going to happen?

Hey skank @mikasaerens , is this you?

Not only does your psychotic self come into my post and instead of sharing your opinion in a polite and civil manner, you choose to verbally assault me by calling me a “sick fuck who needs to be put into an asylum and a watchlist” over my opinion on a fictional character, but your lying ass has the audacity to paint me as the villain when I come swinging at you for being an offensive little twat? And claiming that you are the victim for sharing your opinion about said character?

Who the fuck are you trying to fool? Look at the rest of your replies, lunatic:

Own the shit you say. This all happened because of the language you used against me unprovoked, not because you shared an opinion! This all starts with you. You absolutely deserve every fucking thing I said about you. Crying “wolf” when you initiated this shitshow by having no manners is batshit insane behaviour. But I shouldn’t be surprised though, you are a Lucerys apologist after all. Sickening!

Try reaching out to public mental health facilities if you can because starting a fight and then thinking you and your friends are gonna make me feel bad for defending myself must be a whole new level of mass hysteria. I walk the talk, dickhead. Can’t say the same about you.

Tell your meatriders that have blocked me because they don’t have the balls to say whatever they want face to face I said hi! I’m always keeping it real. I’ll say whatever the fuck I want with my full chest. And it’s always somehow you lowlifes jumping into my posts, sending anon hate and being vile as shit, because never once in my life have I bothered to reply to you losers’ opinions or reach out to you! Seek help!

It’s such a fucking shame because I know plenty of Team Black fans that don’t act in the disgusting way you do, insect.

[p-redux]

So, apparently there's a shitshow brewing because allegedly Sam's latest date, Alice Panikian DMed with a couple of fans. Before I continue, here's a refresher of my previous post, showing Sam Heughan and Alice Panikian attending the Giorgio Armani Tennis Classic in London this weekend. 👇

Well, I'd heard in a few DMs that allegedly some DMs were circulating showing that some fans DMed Alice Panikian even before she was seen with Sam. I guess they noticed Sam was following her. The fans proceeded to DM Alice to ask questions about Sam and she allegedly replied. I didn't pay much attention because that's not the first time that's happened in this fandom. Fans have been messaging Sam's dates for ten years. Nothing new. Usually, it's to harass them, sometimes to show support. Many of the women don't answer but some definitely have. Again, nothing new.

Then, I got a DM from someone I've never talked to before and she tells me she's seen the screencaps of the Alice DM's, and she's very upset about them. She was upset because Alice gave info about how she met Sam, their plans, and then she talked crap about Sam's fans, and said Sam did too. Again, I didn't think anything of it because IT'S NOT THE FIRST TIME. I guess for newer fans, it was a shock. Anyhoo, I asked her to show me the screencaps of Alice's DMs with the promise that I wouldn't post them publicly and I wouldn't post her name. Well, I'm keeping my promise, so I'm not going to post them. And just so that people who have seen them know I have also seen them, here's a quote from one of Alice's DM's, "Oh so this was a trap from his weird fans." If anyone still has a doubt, I'd be more than happy to offer other direct quotes. I've seen the DMs. Trust.

So, here's my take. Same shit, different year. There is NOTHING NEW in the Alice DM's. Nothing I haven't shared with the fandom for ten years.

Quick summary: Sam slides into beautiful women's DM's on social media. Check. Sam sends and receives pics. Check BTW, that's everyone that's out there dating and also some married people. Sexy pics are the norm. Again, nothing new. Sam tells a woman he wants to see her, invites her to fly out to meet him. Check. Helloooo, he's rich, famous, and gorgeous. OF COURSE, he's going to fly out dates. Who would say no? Not I, my friends, not I. Sam's hater fans or SamCait shippers slide into newest woman's DM's to get the scoop about Sam or to leave hateful messages. Check. Same as it ever was. Woman responds and shares how excited she is to be with Sam, their plans etc., not realizing she's being tricked, and her DM's will be blasted all over the fandom. Check, check check. Then woman, if she's feisty, reacts to defend herself, and tells fans they're basically crazy, she thinks so, and so does Sam. Again, check, check, check. Anyone who's been here long enough has seen this same scenario play out over and over again.

The above is basically what is contained in the DM's between Alice and the fans. So, back to what I said in my previous post. Does Sam hate his fans? NO. He doesn't hate his normal fans. However, the so called fans, aka SamCait shippers, ex-shippers, now turned Sam hates, THOSE "fans," aka bullies, THOSE fans, he doesn't like so much. AND WITH GOOD REASON. There are many things my insider sources have told me that I haven't shared publicly. One of the things I don't put out there too often is that Sam HAS said his bully fans who have made his life miserable, and the lives of any woman he's dated miserable, are to quote him "mental." That's British for "crazy." AND HE IS NOT WRONG.

So, that's it. Big Whoop. Sam is dating a hot woman, they're into each other, they plan to see each other some more, Sam's warned her about his crazy fans, not all his fans, just his crazy ones, she got curious when she received DM's from these fans she was warned about, and proceeded to defend herself. I literally don't see one thing wrong with this. Good for her and good for Sam.

So, if you're pissed off by what she said in her DM's, then you're one of the "mental" fans Sam warned her about. If you're cheering them both on, then you're one of the sane fans, and Sam definitely loves and appreciates you. Again, I know this with 100% certainty because one degree of separation insider sources have told me this directly over the years.

As an aside, it is also possible the DMs are fake, I don't know how to do it, but I know there are lots of apps that can produce fake DM's. So, for now, I would take it with a grain of salt. But, I actually hope they're real. Serves as a reminder that Sam does think SamCait shippers, ex-shippers, and Sam haters are "mental," since they HAVE harassed him for years. His supportive fans, he adores. Trust. That's all, folks.

[nalyra-dreaming]

hello, I am in a deep spiral about the drop/the dv.

you are so right that so many things, such as the dragging/biting don't even add up with the clean Lestat landing in s1. And his clean face definietly doesn't add up with the beat and bloody face and clothes he has in 2x07. We have the coffin dent, but we have a clean faced Lestat in the whole scene in the sky??

We all knew since s1 that the fight was a bad choice, but we all still love the show. I guess a lot of us are trying to deal with this ooc thing in a show we otherwise really enjoy. It's nice to hear that Sam doesn't really like that choice either, from what I understand? With the revisiting in s2 during the trial, so many things still don't add up, so will we revisit the fight again? How do you think they could 'redeem' that whole shitshow in s3? Posession? Armand's meddling? (since it's almost a parallel to Armand and Lestat)

Idk, I just wish the writers understood that for a lot of us, the fight doesn't make sense and we need clear explanation bc it's a pretty heavy topic. They need to be consistent with this, maybe have a genuine talk with Louis and Lestat about this. Make us understand what really happened without any more twists. I love the portrayal of Loustat in this show, aside from this. Please give me some hope bc I am so deeply obsessed with this show it rekindled my VC era and I am thinking about this day and night

Oh yeah, the show did the same for me *laughs* Sam has stated that he did not like the DV added in episode 5 and he had hoped that AMC would at least add trigger warnings, which they didn't. He also obviously was not satisfied with how 1x06 wanted to set up Lestat's turning, so he added a line.

I do think they will revisit the fight again, yes. And the trial. There are a lot of hooks set up already, especially since they used the fight in the trial. They added deliberate hints and reactions, too.

I am not sure there is "redemption", or that there needs to be redemption. I think the show won't go for "redemption", not really. They expect us to "get it" when the tale shifts again I bet - given that the shifts in the tale right now have been missed by a surprisingly lot of people I am not particularly hopeful... but I don't think Rolin & co care much for that, because emotional uproar is... engagement. And engagement is always good.

Lestat as a fictional character does not need redemption either, not really. And, as a note, the "fight" portion of episode 5 is not the problem, imho. Louis and Lestat fought, canonically. Lestat had anger problems. That's in the book. All good. But to frame it as DV with a clear power discrepancy, and then use very charged racial dynamics on top of it is what made it so irredeemable.

And I don't know how they want to dig themselves out of this, not really. I mean, fandom != general audience. Watching reactions was a bit of a reality check here, because the general audience doesn't have that big of a problem with it all. Fandom does.

And the fandom got big white abuser™ Lestat for (almost) two seasons, in more than 2 years, with a big twist at the end that a lot seem to have missed. With a lot of insinuated meddling and mental influence of the tale. And in s3 they will go to his POV and leave the memory part a bit, by Rolin's words.

I think s3 will give us Lestat telling us of a kind of "black out" during the fight (outside)... and some kind of influence. Maybe he will know what it is, maybe he won't yet (namely Amel). I think he won't know yet. And I think s3 will show us the key scenes between Armand and Lestat... and Nicki. And if we're lucky they will make the echo/parallel there clear, namely Armand telling Lestat he waited for him, and then throwing Lestat off a height, in the book the tower.

We will see.

Given season 2 and the reveals they chose there and how they chose them there... I am not too hopeful they will spell things out.

I don't think they will care to spell them out, outside the episode insiders that is (they have been much more clear in those this season, granted). For them, it's irrelevant of the majority of the audience "gets" the hinted at parallels or reveals. The story will work "enough" with the basic reveals.

Still. Given who Lestat is for the chronicles? Given who Louis is? Given who they are?

Season 3 needs to land. Stick. Hit. And leave this ugly business behind.

And therefore... I hope it will be done then.

Whatever way.

I do think there will be more twists incoming... but I hope that we will be done with the shit pertaining to Louis and Lestat themselves. Given the structure of the books - and the show's - I have a careful hope that we might be soon.

Fingers crossed.

[foot-tea]

My noisy ass wants to know how’s the relationship between footballers and their longtime wags especially when the footballers cheats and the wag stays. Most of the times when the wags leave 💯 it’s because the footballer is done 100% with them and wants to be with the promoted side check ‼️ i say this because Garnacho keeps commenting on his girlfriend’s posts declaring his love and adoration after cheating on her publicly 😭😭

Its usually a loveless relationship because even if feelings of love were developed between them it cannot survive such levels of infidelity. The party which got cheated on starts to hate the cheating party and the cheating party ends up compensating for the cheating through such declarations or materialistic things like birkin bags, luxury trips etc. This constant betrayals and compensations is why a lot of these wags end up having either really arrogant personalities or end up becoming a pushover with low self esteem.

Everytime they get cheated on the public pities them but calls them a golddigger at the same time for staying despite the infidelity. This leads to a complex parasocial dynamic between wags and footballing world.

Wags base their worth on their partner's affection for them. So when a wag leaves they really cant take the whole shitshow anymore or or the kids are grown enough to not worry about 'breaking the house' due to divorce.

Usually footballers dont like breaking up because this system benefits them. The image of a family man and the benefits of having side chicks without worry about what your wife or gf will do if she finds out. The biggest lie in the rich and famous world is that marriages are monogamous for men.

So do I think its the footballers that usually break up with their gfs ? Yes but I believe the girl mentally checked out of their relationship a long time ago and is just staying out of convenience.

[fiveht]

hello, again!! i am once more thinking about disarm and i was reading some of your answers about it and ugh i’m so obsessed it’s not even funny

but anyway if there’s something you wanna rant about those two, or if there’s a little snippet you’d like to share, consider this ask your sign to ramble away, please and thanks xx

Hi! You sent this like over a week ago and I've been struggling to think of an adequate answer, mostly because I've been spending ALL my mental energy on finishing the sequel to Disarm, which is their cute lil Christmas together. (If you consider absolute gutter filth to be cute, that is.)

The good news is, the sequel is now written! I'm planning to start posting in early November, to give my beautifully supportive beta/muse/bestie @sadbookboys time to wade through what is likely to be a grammatical and structural shitshow. The thing is over 50k words, and there's SO MUCH PORN. 

So here's just a little detail to lead us into the 13 days of Christmas (and check here for an actual snippet if you're interested!)

Remus started buying Christmas gifts for Sirius the day after their first kiss. They hadn't discussed Christmas yet, they hadn't even had sex, but Remus was consumed by the urge to buy Sirius something pretty, and he was going to make sure he could see him over the holidays, even if it was just long enough to give him a present. And then another day went by, and he bought something else. And then again, and again, and again… when it comes to his baby, Remus has more money than sense. He's never wanted to spoil someone before, and he doesn't see any reason to limit himself when he can afford it and Sirius clearly deserves it. So he had about a dozen presents already purchased before he asked Sirius if he wanted to spend Christmas together. And then Sirius said yes, and Remus went out and bought like six more things. He got a bunch of them wrapped at the mall, and hastily shoved the rest into gift bags and piled them all into a guest room closet where he knew they'd be safe from Rieka's scrutiny.

Sirius, on the other hand, has never actually celebrated Christmas, not in any real way. The Blacks would go to mass on Christmas Eve, and his parents would have a horrible, stuffy party for their horrible, stuffy friends, and Sirius and Regulus were forced to wear ill-fitting suits and stand in the corner being seen and not heard. And those are the positive Christmas memories. If he managed to skate through it completely ignored, it was a win. So Remus asking to spend the holidays with him came completely out of left field, and when Remus says he wants to spoil him, all Sirius is expecting is like, home cooked meals and lots of sex. (He's going to get those things too, he's just also going to get an absolutely disgusting number of extravagant gifts to go with it.)

Thank you so much for the ask, and sorry it took so long for me to respond! Stay tuned, I'm aiming to post chapter one of Christmas on November 6. ❤️

[azol-otl]

for the au ask game… hmmm 🤔 bruce & jason bodyswap? (or if you think a different character set would be interesting…)

For the Ask Game

Ooh, thank you for the out but I ain't a quitter and this has the potential to be such a shitshow that I gotta.

First things first, neither of these bastards are going to respect boundaries. They will absolutely use this to take all the information and destroy bridges.

Every single bat absolutely thinks it's Jason's fault. Actually everyone thinks it's Jason fault except for the few people Jason is actually has a good relationship with. Which is like. Just the Outlaws, Dana, and Rose.

Bruce tries to keep it under wraps. Jason immediately tells Roy or someone so that Bruce doesn't ruin his life. He's a private guy and Bruce has never seen a boundary he didn't wipe his ass with. Though to be fair Jason is also under constant watch but by like a million different people.

Jason having to deal with Bruce's chronic pain, but more than that Bruce has to deal with all the damage that HE gave Jason. Cause the Lazarus Pit healed Jason, he doesn't have those death injuries or resurrection injuries and if you check to see who have Jason the most physical and mental and emotional damage...that's Bruce actually.

I want Bruce to learn that Jason is capable of making friends and attempting to connect to normal people even if he's usually sabotaged by something or himself. On Jason's end I want him to be *furious* by the amount of work Bruce *doesn't* do, especially with his company. Like yes Bruce needs to sleep but also Bruce has so much he *can* do and doesn't even if it isn't fair to expect so much.

Extra stuff:

Jason having to deal with Bruce not eating real food and being like a Nutrient Slush kinda man and immediately breaking Bruce's near 30 year diet.

There is actual sexual tension as both men learn that they do make the other hard while in that body.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Barbie girl,not a Barbie World

God himself only knows how bad things got and what went down between Blitzo and his sister Barbie Wire for her to hate the imp so much that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him in her life. Christ on a stick she could only hope that shitshow at that Summer camp was the last that she'd ever see of that emotional trainwreck but somehow she had a feeling her luck would be that shitty. The very idea was enough to drive her to drink and that was just exactly what she did, chugging down some of the strongest stuff they had in whatever dive or watering hole she could find to kill her brain cells. Okay so what she got a hangover out of it, it’d be fucking worth it if you asked her!!

At least that was what she tells herself at the time but the splitting headache and blurry vision she had the next morning was a very different story. Her brain feeling like someone was banging a wrecking ball against it as the crawling of a roach sounded way too loud, she opened her eyes to find an unfamiliar ceiling of what was no doubt some cheap ratty speak easy motel. Her body numb and sore all over which could only be signs that she had gotten laid and pretty damn well, Christ on a stick she could smell and feel the stickiness. Wincing as she sat up, vision clearing and adjusting while taking in a mental survey of the damage to the room.

Barbie:”Daaaaaamn when I get drunk, I get drunk…”*Fishing around for her phone as she found it on the floor, she checked the time to find but noticed something peculiar. Apparently her notifications claimed her photo gallery was loaded enough to a point her phone’s memory was almost full.*”How in the fuck? It wasn’t even anywhere 50% last night…….”*Sweet Anti-Christ she hoped she hadn't done anything stupid and fucked up like her brother had, but it was hard to top the guy who stole Verosika Mayday's credit cards after boning her, ditching her then maxing said cards out on horse riding lessons. Seriously, what was up with him and the horses?*

Deciding to chance it and hope there wasn't anything too cringe or incriminating, she unlocked her phone and started with the photos first in order oldest and most recent. Feeling her eyes widen and her jaw drop in absolute shock to find herself in what were very borderline compromising, NSFW type positions and poses. Nudes, lewd selfies and the like all ranging from very sloppy, open air tongue kisses between herself and all too familiar face. That damn little crossdressing pipsqueak underling of her brother's who was undercover trying to bust up her little summer camp smuggling operation!!

Now that she thought about it, apparently something happened not long after she made her escape from Blitzo and his clingy bullshit that went viral involving him and Mill-something, christ what were their names? It still escaped her but each and every picture she examined brought back hazy liquor fuelled moments of the past night in a hazy yet vivid lucidty. Making out with him as he felt up her tits and ass, oh especially her tight bubbly crimson red ass, the phantom sensations of swift stinging slaps making those cheeks clap, the feel of his breath she hugged and held his face in between her perky tits.....Sweet unholy whore of Babylon was she getting wet right now?!! Looking down at her crotch to find not only was that the case but what in all the 9 circles, how much jizz was that?

On further reflection at how sticky she was all over and especially between her legs but also the trashed state of her motel room, Barbie began to wonder not how far she went with..Moxxie, yeah that was the little dude's name, but just how the fuck did get this way? Deciding her memory refresh had to take the plunge down the night before rabbit hole as she began to examine the videos and suffice to say, if she found her body getting treacherously turned on before? Any and all sense of shame went out the window as her morbid curiosity took the helm, tapping play on the first one. Her face soon blushing so badly that it was making her natural skintone look pale as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped further as the audio kicked in.

The Videos all varied in terms of length ranging from a handful of seconds to minutes but all the same as each one kicked in after the other, it came back to Barbie like the rush of pain from taking a mountain goat headbutt to the cooch. Witnessing herself giving Moxxie a blowjob, her eyes glowing with lust as she bobbed her head on what could only be called the biggest cock she'd ever seen!! One that she saw herself choking on in the video as the imp grasped her curved horns and gave her an intense powerful facefucking. Only just occurring to the rehabbed ex circus girl that if she and Moxxie had their hands occupied here...then who the fuck in all the 7 sins was holding the camera?!

A query of course that briefly became forgotten as the video of her blowjob in what could only be considered a corner of whatever watering hole she'd been in last night transitioned into a video of her in what seemed to be the back seat of a very large car, a limo perhaps even? All she could tell was that she was sitting back moaning like a pornstar as Moxxie was eating her out and goddamn if he didn't seem to have quite the gifted tongue. Especially with how her video self was holding onto his horns for dear life as if not wanting him to pry off away from her slit. But then what followed was what had likely lead to her waking up here and now.

There was no mistaking the motel room even in its current undemolished state as it began with her and Moxxie making out in drunken passion as they stripped each naked. Whoever their camera-man or woman even going by the voice(s?) cheering them on as the sequence of videos indicated the passing of time and the progress of the demolition of the room. A dent in the wall as Moxxie pinned her up against it and jackhammered into her like some kind of sex machine, the couch knocked and flipped over as she was bent over it to be taken doggy style before pinned in a mating press with her legs spread up in the air. And of course the absolute declining state of the mattress and bedsheets as she and the secret stud went through a veritable kama sutra of positions.

Each and every video filled in the gaps as her haze cleared with clarity and her body tingled with the phantom sensations of pleasure. The final video playing showing her sleeping, curled in a cozy foetal postion, cum oozing from her overflowing snatch and crimson red skin glistening with sweat. All the while the cutely sleeping little possum was being carried away by some hellhound girl who was cradling him gently so as to not disturb him as the camera turned to show an imp girl who shot her a wink and a smile. Barbie of course managing to recognise her as Moxxie's dam wife who kept her attention as she left her a message.

Millie:"If you ever wanna know how good it is when you're sober, left you a note. Just give us a call and I'm sure we can arrange something..."*Millie of course punctuated this remark with a little kiss blown at the camera. The video finishing leaving barbie to reflect on this media gallery filled with evidence of what had to be the best fuck of her life that she just barely would've remembered. her pussy gushing as it hit her that after that night? No other guy would be able to even come close to that!!*

Barbie of course tried to debate the pros and cons of this as she mulled Millie's words over, finding the aforementioned note pinned on the nightstand by a knife. On the one hand this risked the chance of running into her emotional headcase fuck-up of a brother buuuuuuut it meant getting herself another dose of Moxxie love. It took a few minutes that felt like an eternity before Barbie decided "Fuck it...." and reached for the note. If anything least becoming a moxxie sex addict would be better than the booze and drugs sending her back to fuckdamn rehab, that was for sure!!

[teeto-peteto]

'Rain you're blowing this cutscene out of proport-' I dont care. Hold on for a second.

This is literal self harming here. For a bigger cause? Yes. Okay question. How did Pyke get to the conclusion that this could work?

He can swim by his own he clearly doesnt need transport. He checked the buhru temple surroundings himself. He has no voices here, Illaoi has cured them. What train of thought ended in the conclusion that his own blood will summon this creature.

I dont know if this is like 'Fish is fish, it will go to the blood cause its a predator' type of scene or if its a symbolic type of scene cause clearly it looks like the second but its fair to think the first one. Knowing Pyke's cause of death seeing him willingly jumping to the jaws of a predator is very symbolic. Aside that. Really, how did this man get to this conclusion.

How do we know his scars are real proof of his death and not also self harm for bigger causes. The fact that this man that looks made of stone but that has a lot of mental conflict willingly decides to self harm in order to help a bunch of people he vaguely knows for around 2 or 3 days. How many scars are under those gloves. He looks like he knows what he's doing and its clear he has done this sometime before, either in the symbolic point of view or in the blood attracts fish point of view.

This man has literally been betrayed to death and still will trust a bunch of random people, a captain and the truth bearer herself after knowing them for five minutes and yet cant put himself together to say goodbye when they all part ways. Since Pyke release to nowdays we have seen Pyke technically changing from a normal butcher with a lot of talent for hunting to... now.

Buhru, to butcher, to the best harpooner of Bilgewater, to a dead man, to the Bloodharbor ripper, to a sentinel of light (If we bore to consider SOL event canon. Its a shitshow, but there's something of value here and there), and then: nothing.

SOL i consider it should not be canon in league of legends itself and that if anything it should be rewritten by each of us individually and consider it like an AU or a canon divergence inside our minds and make it work better than Riot. Considering it didnt happen Pyke's deal right now is targetting Viego. If not and we consider SOL canon then maybe reconsidering Sarah Fortune or maybe looking for Gangplank.

If not well. I hope he's getting better at being a house husband to all his partners across the world.

[wolfeyedwitch]

“ are you going to kill me? ”  Pariah Prisoner Bailey?

Pariah Prisoner, Part 6

Also for @amonthofwhump's Winter Whumperland day 8: revenge whump.

Have some complicated Emotions and Feelings.

CW: medical setting (including mention of IVs), Bailey's crappy headspace. I think that's it, though that list seems suspiciously short... If I missed anything, please let me know!

Masterlist

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Luke looked up from his tablet and glared at the figure on the bed. Of all the people on the team, why was he the one tasked with watching the villain who nearly killed him?

Stupid question. He knew why. Maeve was sleeping off the efforts of keeping Poppet alive. Zera was banned from anything until they’d had a meal and a minimum of 4 hours of sleep, given the dissociation and freak-out session they’d had in the medbay earlier. Iris was combing through the data on how they’d been intercepted and captured in the first place, and Elijah was tackling the small mountain of paperwork the shitshow had generated. 

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t have anything pressing. The only injuries he’d gotten in their escape were some minor scrapes and cuts, nothing serious enough for Maeve to bother with, and he’d had his adrenaline crash nap already. So really, he wasn’t the best option so much as the only option.

That didn’t mean he had to like it.

It didn’t make sense, was what bothered him the most. He’d had this mental image of who had attacked him. They were cold, impassive, ruthless. A sadist of the worst sort. They had no problem torturing him to the brink of death and leaving him to topple over that edge. 

And then it turns out his attacker was Poppet. A villain with no prior history (that they knew of, he reminded himself) of violent actions. Who he now had interacted with, and he didn’t know what to think anymore.

Save your sympathy for someone worthy of it, they’d said. They hadn’t played on Zera’s soft heart or Elijah’s stubborn insistence on seeing the potential in everyone. 

I’ll tell you everything I did so you can repeat it. They hadn’t denied that they’d hurt Luke. They even seemed genuine when they said they were sorry. 

You were right about me. I’m just Slipknot’s little toy, their stupid attack dog. He didn’t remember those words, meaning he must have said them during whatever encounter led to…

To an otherwise sane, empathetic-seeming kid beating him nearly to death.

He couldn’t make that sequence of events make sense. He was still missing something, and it nagged at him like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch. 

The only source for that missing information was Poppet themself. Meaning Luke would just have to wait.

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The wait ended up being shorter than he expected. It was only a few hours into Luke’s guard duty bedside vigil that Poppet woke.

The signs were subtle at first. Their breathing, which had been regular and deep, hitched and stuttered. Their brows furrowed like they were in pain. Luke got up to double-check the IV drip.

Which meant that he had front-row seats to see Poppet open their eyes. 

They looked like a startled horse, their eyes wide enough to show a ring of white all the way around the iris. Their gaze darted around the room before finally landing on the IV in their arm. Poppet’s breath caught in their throat before coming out as a quiet whimper. They reached for the IV.

“Hey, don’t,” Luke said sharply. 

Poppet jumped. Apparently his presence hadn’t been important enough to register in their look around the room. 

“Whe—” they croaked out before their voice gave up on them.

“Hero HQ, medbay,” he said. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Our medic went to the trouble of patching you up, so don’t even think about undoing her work. The IV stays in.”

He saw Poppet’s throat work as they swallowed, then nodded. “It worked?” they asked.

Luke snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Your plan? More or less. We got out, despite the issues there at the end.”

Poppet closed their eyes. Their face smoothed out as they took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Good. That’s- that’s good.”

Luke didn’t bother replying. He let the silence stretch out between them as he studied the villain. He was torn. Part of him, the bitter part that couldn’t see past what had happened to him, said this was an act. This was fake, a way to get someone into the Hero HQ as a spy. Poppet was just a convincing actor, and would stab all of them in the back the first chance they got.

The more rational part of him, the part that could admit he was hasty in attacking Poppet back in Slipknot’s cell, said that that was ridiculous. A dislocated shoulder might be one thing to convince the heroes, but that batshit escape plan that somehow worked? Getting stabbed? Those were something else entirely. 

Poppet’s eyes flew open again, looking at Luke in a panic. “Are you okay? The others? Foxfire and Tempest?”

This villain had no damn right to look so earnest about their concern for his teammates! 

“They’re fine,” Luke bit out, harsher than he really meant. Poppet flinched at his tone, and he sighed. Softer, he added, “Foxfire wore themself out carrying you back here. They’re resting. Tempest is doing paperwork for all this shit. No one besides you got anything more than scrapes and bruises in the escape.”

“Good,” Poppet said, finally breaking that too-intense eye contact. “That’s… I’m glad.”

They closed their eyes, face scrunching like they were in pain. Luke checked their IV again. Everything was fine. 

Their next words were so quiet, he wouldn’t have heard them if he were any further away. “Are you going to kill me?”

Luke actually made himself dizzy with how fast his head snapped around to look at Poppet. “What.”

“I won’t fight you,” the villain said, voice barely audible. Their eyes were open now, but they wouldn’t look at him. They stared resolutely at the ceiling like they were trying to hold back tears. “Or I’ll try not to, anyway. I… I can’t guarantee I won’t use my telekinesis on instinct. But I’ll—”

“Stop,” Luke said.

Poppet’s mouth closed with an audible click. They squeezed their eyes shut.

Luke ran a hand over his face. What the fuck. What the actual, entire fuck. 

Okay. He gets it, okay? He fucked up. He attacked them back in the cell, and said some things that weren’t exactly all rainbows and sunshine. But that was the heat of the moment, alright? He has a temper, and this whole… thing, is kind of a big trigger for it. 

It was one thing to make threats (and… throw punches… yeah, he fucked up, he’s aware) in the heat of the moment. It’s an entirely different thing to talk about it so calmly and matter-of-fact. 

“I’m not,” he started, then broke off with a groan of frustration. Why was this so hard? Why couldn’t this be a simple situation with a simple bad guy that he could simply rage at?

Because life is rarely simple, came a mental voice that sounded suspiciously like Elijah, the even-tempered asshole.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he said.

He expected Poppet to be relieved. Instead, they looked more upset after hearing that. They opened tear-filled eyes and stared back up at the ceiling, still refusing to look at him.

“Right,” said Poppet. Their voice was thick with emotion. “I still owe you that list.” A tear escaped and rolled down their face.

List? What list? When had they… mentioned… 

I’ll tell you everything I did so you can repeat it.

Oh.

Fuck.

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Dun dun dun!!!

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The Lost Tribes of Pandora | CH.3

Chapter 3 - The beginning of the end

THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORY! This fan-fiction has nothing to do with any cannon characters, it just takes place in the world of pandora.

Walking for what seemed like hours A’kyo finally reach home point. But it was uneasy, a once booming city was now quiet. As much as she wanted to question why her beloved loud environment was silenced, her exhaustion overtook her. And with Khini in hand they hit the floor, now both unmoving.  

All you could hear was A’kyo’s name ringing through the infirmary. Slowly rising out of her sleep as Eula held her tightly. Laying on a mat with bandages all over her she scanned the room, the only people in there were her, Eula, and Khini who was still in deep sleep.

“Oh my sweet sweet girl, thank great mother you are ok” Pulling back to examine her sister's face.

“They said you had a few misplaced ribs and your face will scar but overall you’ll be fine” She stroked her face. 

“Will he be ok?” She gestures to Khini and then stretches her form out.

“He suffered a bad hit to the head-”

“Wait! What about A’fae! Chima! Chima is still in the forest!”

A’kyo tried to get up but Eula held her down.

“You don’t need to worry about that…I have it all under control”

“No you don’t! You weren't there sister- he- He took A’fae! We must tell Olo'eyktan! Yahya is coming!”

A’kyo was frantic to get her words out as she tried to fight her way off her sister. Knowing danger was a foot but Eula would not hear her out.

“I know! I know” Trying to calm her down.

“You know?” A’kyo stopped fighting but gave her sister a harsh look. Waiting for her explanation.

“We were ambushed soon after you four left to go gathering. They took the princess-”

“Who cares about Fuhara! They have A’fae! We need to leave!”

“She is our princess! Our people!”

“Fine we’ll get her back too-”

“No, I will leave! I am General, it's my job to take care of it." She put her hand on her shoulder lovingly.

“Me and my army will leave when the sun peaks. But for now you are relieved of your duties, I need you to rest” Eula leaves the room with the final word.

Both of their parents weren't around. Leaving them to only be able to rely on each other. Their mother was second medic in charge behind their peoples Tashik, too busy with patching up returning warriors to actually raise her children. Mentally she had checked out years ago. And their father, who was a former General, had passed away during the war. The fighting had broken many Wen’yabawba’s homes and they were not the exception. As hurt as Eula was about her cousin being kidnapped she could not risk putting A’kyo in the middle of it, she already hated herself for not being there to save her from Yahya. She knew losing her only lifeline would destroy her. 

A’kyo wasted no time to wake up Khini, already cooking up a plan in her head of how she would get A’fae back. Khini woke up with a throbbing headache and a cracked tailbone, but A’kyo didn't give him time to react as she hurriedly told him of all that had happened in his absence. 

“What will be done of this?”

“Eula will be handling this but you and I need to leave before she does”

“What! She's a tsamsiyu for a reason she can handle this. We’ll just be in the way- I mean what can we do.”

“You didn't see it Khini…the war has now made its way inside of the caves. We can't ignore this! I refuse to give my sister’s life to this battle. I wouldn't ask you to do this if i didn't need you”

He looks away from her, and stares down at his wounds. Looking as if he's trying to dissociate, contemplating what he’ll say next. Tonight was their first time ever being outside and it was a shitshow, going out again could be fatal but as he looked into A’kyo’s eyes he knew his answer.

“No A’kyo, you want to get yourself killed be my guest but I want nothing to do with this. I paid tonight in my blood”.

“Coward, more blood will spill if we don't do something” She slaps him and his head snaps to the side.

“You're so willing to throw our life away- Do you have a plan?!” He shouts in her face.

“Yes I do, but it won’t work without you…are you in?”

He pushed the words yes out of the teeth that were tightly sewn together. 

Somewhere on the outside of the caves very far away was a large group of shadow warriors walking through a dense forest, dragging around two special prisoners. They had been traveling about two hours since the initial kidnapping. Both A’fae and Fuhara had given up on struggling. A’fae gave up because he saw what happened to his cousin and Chima and feared the worst was waiting for him. But Fuhara knew no real harm could come to the Wen’yabawba’s princess, so she decided to be relaxed about the situation knowing help would soon come.

Yahya and his soldiers stopped at an overpass, sitting down and stretching their legs out.

“My strong fighters, I want to personally thank you all for helping throw the first stone to ending this war!” Yahya had said in excitement.

His people cheered and jumped at the thought of being a part of ending such a long fight. As he went on in his speech A’fae and Fuhara looked at each other in confusion. 

“What are you talking about?” Fuhara had shouted, cutting him off.

Walking through the now parted crowd to her, he bent down to address her.

“How rude don't they teach you monkeys manners? It's fine though because soon the terror of the Wen’yabawba’s will be no more”

“Terror? You are the monsters here, your merciless savages who only want to take! You take lives! Homes! People!” she gestures to herself. A’fae looked around to see she indeed had misspoke. The surrounding shadow people had moved in closer around Yahya, daring the princess to say more.

“Fuhara stop-” He whispered.

“No! You all are cowards! And slow in the head if you think taking me and the cousin of our battle leader will stop a war you started!”

Yahya didn't say anything during her outburst, he just simply played with her hair. Twirling her slightly loose curls between his fingers while staring her in the eyes. He could tell she was trying not to leap up and strike him. 

“You cave people really are funky looking. Crazy to imagine we share ancestors…huh. Too bad history wont remember what wen’yabawba’s look like”.

His words ran into Fuhara’s ears and sat at the back of her head, now haunting her. 

“Are you doing this because you lost the battle over Canco’mot river- is your ego really that big!”

“You think this is all over a river? We lost so we could track down which cave your people dwell in. We won”.

He got up and instructed them it was time to go, climbing under the underpass was a flock of what could only be described as flying emus.  One by one the shadow people got on them and took off into the night. A’fae and Fuhara were split up, Yahya telling one of his most trusted warriors to take A’fae while he took Fuhara. She tried to fight Yahya’s rough hands off her, but she was unsuccessful as he whisked her up and planted her on the body of the flying emu.

“Hang on tight it’ll be a long day ride to the heart of the Fayunban clan”.

Feeling her heart sink to her stomach as the bird lifted them into the sky and took off.

Back inside of the infirmary A’kyo packed a small bag for the journey her and Khini were about to go on. In the bag were meds, bandages, her fathers dagger, and Boom Blueberries. Boom Blueberries were special berries that only grew in the northeast side of caves, typically surrounded by decomposing animals. What made the sour fruit special was if they punctured then thrown it would explode on the target. She threw a handful of them in there before tying the bag to her back. 

Her body tensed up making her ears stand straight when the flap to the tent was opened, but it was just Khini telling her he was ready to go. He hands her an axe and a thin cloak, she ties the axe to back and throws on the cloak. 

Due to evolution, cave navi’s eyes were extremely sensitive to the sun, knowing that Khini thought their day exposure would be easier if there was a thin barrier between their eyes and the sun. With his own weapon in hand they peeked outside to see no one around, they sneaked out and jogged to a separate part of the cave.

In this separate part of the cave was a large herd of cave zakru, elephant-like beings. A’kyo and Khini quietly sprinted to one with painted red tiger stripes. 

“Mosca my love”. 

A’kyo said with a smile as she petted her lifelong companion’s back connected her queue to hers. They climbed onto Mosca, leading her outside.