#and not that like. someone is violently angry regardless and it's not the fault of a substance that they hurt people

[callooopie]

Modern!Davos Blackwood headcannons (pt. evil)

— the bad —

Me and my husband, we’re sticking together — Me and My Husband // Mitski

We’ve explored the ‘good’ of modern! Davos. But now it’s time to explore the bad.

cw — toxic behavior within relationships. Possessive behavior.

Davos is a gamer. And does have gamer rage. But it’s not the type where he’ll cool off after the game or where he’ll laugh about it. These fuckers are throwing his ranked games—they deserve the death penalty and to get doxxed AT LEAST. A bad night on league, csgo, or valorant has a chance of making him violently angry. It’s like you need to leave the room for safety type shit. He has punched his monitor, and he does punch walls. He snaps out of that behavior when he gets with you. Or tries to at least. He doesn’t want you to see that but you do, once in a while. He just can’t stand it! Idiots—idiots with keyboards in front of their fucking blind faces. Goddamn—not to mention you- … just—just get out! He’s fine just—! GET THE FUCK OUT! Close the fucking door behind you Jesus Christ—.. can’t do the simplest shit…

Temperamental. Almost to a startling level. The smallest thing can set him off sometimes, but that’s only if he’s already in a bad mood to begin with. Someone looking at you a little too long? He’ll glare at them, maybe even take an intimidating step toward them. On the road and some fucker’s going too slow? He will lay on the horn and curse them out. Once he did get out of the car to “deal” with “this jackass”. Someone wanted to fight? He’ll stand on business too don’t worry (he did win, but a win that didn’t make you feel good watching it). Laying a gentle hand on him cools him down a little, but what really stops him is the look of disbelief and fear on your face. What? He was just showing that guy what was up—you honestly think he’d kill someone? It looked like he would, are you dumb? That wasn’t even a full fight—don’t be stupid..

Don’t look at his Twitch dashboard. He will still follow people who’re ‘problematic’ or are just straight up cringe. Yes, there are also essentially naked egirl streamers too. Oh what? He can’t follow them? Why? They make good content, plus he was following them before he was with you. He doesn’t even watch them anymore! Don’t tell him you’re policing his media consuming now too—wha? No no! He didn’t mean it like that—

If you fight, he will not let you leave. He wants to settle whatever it is right then and there, no cooling off or whatever. It does stem from a good place somewhat; he doesn’t want to prolong the argument, or revisit it ever. So he wants to just figure out the solution right there. Which means he’ll do anything to stop you from leaving. This behavior makes the argument and situation much worse. Grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward him. Blocking the door… what? You wanna go? You can’t just walk off like that! You’re just ignoring the problem! He’s not letting you—Get back here!

Davos’s apologies… are technically sincere. He’s more so scared of being left alone, without you. So he’ll say anything to make you stay with him. Sweetened words, kisses against your skin and face. Spamming texts, repeated phone calls. You know he didn’t mean it! He’s just got an impulsive tongue, he says things he doesn’t mean. You know this already.. he’s trying to be better! Better for you! Won’t you come back? Please? He’s sorry, really. No take backs. He’ll be better this time around..

He is loyal. Which is good, but also that means he’s clingy. You could be the toxic one of the relationship, but he would stay regardless because of his unwavering commitment and love to/for you (and fear of being alone). He stands on business with you, whether if it’s your fault or not. If someone’s gonna swing at you, he’s gonna be there to take the blow and swing right back. But his devotion can turn suffocating, smothering. He needs you to respond to his texts and calls, he needs you to check in with him throughout the day. He’s loyal to you.. but how does he know you’re loyal to him..? He just missed you! ..you texted him ten minutes ago?—so what?? You’re his! he should know what’s going on with you. Plus he’s bored, can’t you do something with him? …you don’t have time for him? What?! Why?! …are you with someone right now—

That leads to this. He will absolutely be in your business. Where’re you going? Who’re you texting? Hey who was that? A guy friend? Hmmm he looks suspicious.. the way he smiled at you… maybe you should drop that friend. Davos doesn’t like his intentions. Yes, there are always intentions—why can’t you just listen to him for once? God didn’t you see the way that guy looking at you? Davos would be the type to get into a fist fight because he deems someone’s glance toward you as making a move. That fucker’s been staring at you the entire time you’ve been here! He had to do something. What if that guy had bad intentions hm? God—you just aren’t aware of things are you? ..he didn’t mean it like that c’mon now—

Returning back to his gaming habits.. Davos will ignore you if he is gaming. If you’re not someone who plays the same as him? You’re getting ignored for at least five hours or more at night. But if you are a gamer and you both play together? He’s the guy who “kindly” criticizes your every move. Backhanded comments, mansplaining basic gameplay mechanics. Yeah… he’s that guy. Hm.. he guesses that was a nice move. He would’ve made a different play that wasted less resources however. It was good enough he supposes. Do you even know how this mechanic works? You do? Oh.. well you act like you don’t understand the basic macro of the game—

[ninyard]

some hc about Aaron & Matt's friendship 🥹

i feel like when Aaron found out that Andrew drugged Matt for his sake he might've spoken to Matt, maybe to apologise, maybe not, but just to say something.

imagine feeling like your brother doesn't give a shit about you, thinking that you're not even on his radar of people worth caring about, and then you find out that he did that? that he did what he did to you, but so much worse, to someone you hardly even know? and not only that, but he did it for you?

picture Matt, in Abby's place, sick and pale, sleeping most of the time when he's not a crying, sweating mess. he apologises to Abby constantly, sorry for how he looks, how he smells, how violently ill he is because of Andrew. tensions are high everywhere, people are disappointed and angry, and nobody knows how to treat the situation. are we angry at Andrew? are we angry at Matt, for taking the drugs in the first place? are we disappointed that this even happened at all?

and Aaron knocks on the door, a shy and hesitant rap of his knuckles on wood, and when he steps in the room, it takes Matt a second to realise it's Aaron, not Andrew. he doesn't even know the twins well enough yet to tell the difference, but Aaron's wearing something that shows he's not wearing the arm bands. so he knows it's Aaron.

"you don't have to be here," Matt croaks, his voice hoarse from disuse, raw from the acid of his stomach that has stayed mostly empty over the last few days. "sign a get well soon card like the rest of them."

"you look rough." Aaron says, an observation that gets a weak laugh from Matt. "how do you feel?"

"about as good as you can imagine," Matt shuffles up in the bed, and covers his mouth to try and stop a wave of nausea that hits him as he moves. Aaron looks away, seeing himself in the bed, knowing how this feels. "let's skip this part, man. i'm too tired. what do you want?"

maybe Aaron can't say it, he doesn't know the right words, maybe he doesn't even know for certain that Andrew did it for him at all. but he knows, of course he does. why else would he? Aaron looks at him, he looks at the circles around his eyes, the sweat on his forehead, and the for-now empty puke bowl on the bedside table.

Aaron wasn't even sure why he came in the first place. Abby stopped him outside, just barely knowing his history with drugs, and told him that Matt was not a pretty sight - it was hard to see, hard to look at. she told him not to go in, to leave it another day or two, or even until Matt could bare to stand up to leave her apartment. does Matt know? was he told? is he going to hate Aaron now, more than he already does, if he tells him why he thinks Andrew has put him in this position? will Matt even believe him if he tells him that he gets it? is it even worth the breath it'd take to say i'm sorry?

maybe Aaron thinks about opting for something else - some support in the way of an i get it, or an it's going to be okay, while knowing that's the last thing he would've wanted to hear in Matt's position. Aaron knows he would've told anyone that offered their shitty, meaningless words of support to him in that position to fuck off and mind their own business, but instead Matt sits there, and he waits, and he listens.

"Andrew didn't do it to kill you," he says, not even the words that he meant to say at all. "he doesn't care about you enough to bother."

"i know." Matt says, and Aaron looks at him like he's not sure how he can be so certain. "but he didn't do it for himself, either, did he?"

does sorry even feel like enough? would Aaron's empathy and understanding be meaningful at all, as Matt lay there, his energy sapped and his brain not working as it should?

i think regardless of how that conversation goes, or where it happens, or how it happens, Matt and Aaron have some sort of understanding between them - Matt is angry that Andrew did this for Aaron, that it was Aaron's fault, in a way, that this happened to him, but he knows it wasn't Aaron's choice. he sees that guilty look in his eyes as he walks into that room, and knows that Aaron had nothing to do with what happened that night. Aaron knows that Matt doesn't blame him, and he gets it - maybe. maybe Matt sees how sick Aaron looks as he looks back at him, how his mouth is downturned in an uncomfortable frown that he poorly tries to hide. maybe if Aaron did apologise, on his own behalf, on Andrew's behalf, maybe Matt wouldn't even accept it anyway. because he knows what temptation can do, he knows what seeing an addict does to an addict. he knows why Andrew did it, if anything else, and he knows why Aaron needed him clean.

i don't know where this is going, really, but i just wonder if they ever spoke about it - if Aaron ever approached Matt in those early days, if they ever understood each other in such a way that knows why they both lay or stood in the positions that they did. just a thought.

[rosorbus]

my thoughts on evangelion 3.0+1.0

(as someone who only recently finished it)

as much as i loved shin eva, something about it didn't sit right with me. i've been doing a lot of reflection lately, and i think i've sort of unpacked it?

theres a lot of incoherent rambling here i think but i don't care, i'm not editing shit

spoilers for the rebuilds, don't read if you haven't seen them.

to start, i think it was a- no, not excellent, uh ... it was a satisfactory conclusion to most? i liked it, cried my eyes out obviously.

shinji's character got a great conclusion. i don't think that's a hot take by any means. seeing him actually talking to his father, having a real conversation with gendou, and in turn making that character, who'd probably felt like a walking plot device beforehand, human? that's powerful shit.

↓ please excuse my pathetic whining below

but... oh, mari. she was definitely a fun character, if not a little shallow and fanservicey. her presence never really bothered me though, not until shinji ended up with ...her??

that final scene genuinely shocked me. i guess i sort of get the idea?? like, his only other romantic options were the following:

A: Rei Ayanami

a clone of his dead mother that barely understands the concept of being human, and whose care for him clearly, at least to me, stems from her practically being his family.

B: Asuka Langley Shikinami

an angry redheaded girl who, unlike her version in the original series, is also a clone. this one's backstory is much more shrouded in mystery, but regardless, she's violent asf with shinji, tried to force feed him, etc. as far as we know, she no longer has feelings for him after the 14-year timeskip and is implied to be in a relationship with kensuke.

C: Kaworu Nagisa

(we'll get to him in a minute)

A and B... not great options. A is a weird dynamic, and they give off a sibling vibe to me anyway. B is jusy plain fucked. i've never thought asuka and shinji's relationship was remotely healthy, not with soryuu OR shikinami.

but did the writing team just forget about C? i understand it was established towards the end that kaworu didn't truly understand shinji's happiness, but ...that doesn't fit with the relationship i saw, at least.

to me, yeah, he fucked up a couple times. his existence ended up causing more pain to shinji but this was through no fault of his own.

"all he wanted was for shinji to live and be happy."

kaworu realizing that maybe it was not just a selfless act, that maybe it was also for himself, and acknowledging that, is absolutely character development. in exchange for becoming human, he acknowledged his own flaws.

and that is beautiful to me.

so why am i weirded out by shinji ending up with mari, you ask?

it's because she does not have depth as a character.

she feels so utterly flat to me, and that is not a dig at her, i'm not a mari hater by any means, but OH MY GOD. how do you just end like that? with this one person who doesn't feel like a real person?

and it's not like i'm mad about it because she's new, hell no. it's because she has no flaws. she feels like this perfect shell of a character to me. and maybe that's the point? i have no idea. i have no idea what was going through anno's head when he was cooking up this film.

again, to clarify, i still LOVED the movie. but mari becoming important is weird. kaworu was right there and they just kinda ??? tossed him aside ???

to me at least, it should've been him, or shinji's love life should've been left up to interpretation. mari didn't earn that ending.

(this is the only real criticism i have about the movie btw it was fine)

[the-broken-pen]

How about a hero who accidentally kills a cat and feels bad about it so they bury it but villain finds them? Love your writing!

The hero was thoroughly, miserably, soaked and shivering on the ground. Dirt coated their palms, under their fingernails and on their knees.

They dragged a hand down their face. Fought off a wretched sob.

Their fingers shook as they set the flower down on the tiny mound.

Behind them, the sirens on an ambulance cut off, plunging them into silence. If they thought about it, they could feel the blood seeping from their side. They could hear the sound of rubble shattering to the ground echo in their ears.

And the screaming.

They could hear that, too.

They didn’t think about it.

A sob worked it’s way out of their chest, painful in their throat as they tried to swallow it.

“I’m sorry,” they choked. Their voice cracked. “It was—an accident, and I know that doesn’t…”

They had to bite their lip to stop another sob.

“Praying?” the villain questioned from behind, voice gentle.

The hero shrugged one bruised shoulder.

“No.”

The villain stepped around, facing them. Their eyes dropped to the flower, the fresh dug dirt on the hero’s hands. The grave.

Their expression softened.

“Ah.”

“You can leave now.”

“Praying for forgiveness, or praying for salvation.”

“I said you can leave now,” the hero snapped. They swiped away an angry tear, dirt smearing on their cheek.

The villain didn’t move.

“Why are you still here?” They bared their teeth in something they hoped was enough of a message to get the villain to leave. They had a feeling it was something pathetic, instead.

“You were crying,” the villain said it like it was an answer.

If the hero thought about it too hard, it was.

They didn’t think about it.

“Burst water line,” they gestured haphazardly to the demolition behind them, the half-flooded street. “No tears, no praying, and certainly no need for you—”

The villain’s expression shifted. “I told you that you needed to microdose your power.”

The hero froze.

“Shut up,” they hissed. “Shut up—“

“You wanted to quit, and I respected that. You have enough scars for a lifetime, we both do. But I warned you. I told you that if you didn’t use your power, it would use you, and it would be an ugly, violent thing.”

The hero shook their head mutely, words stuck under their tongue.

“And you thought you knew better,” the villain continued like it wasn’t breaking the hero’s heart. “You thought you could go through life and keep it bottled inside you and ignore the pressure.”

Their gaze flicked to the wreckage the hero knew lay behind them.

“Did you know better, hero?” Their voice was soft and dangerous. “Did you?”

“I said I was sorry!” It clawed its way out of the hero, and it wasn’t a scream, but it was close. “Okay? I know I messed up. You don’t need to taunt me with it, I already—“

The hero’s gaze settled onto the grave once more.

“I already regret it,” they whispered. “You can’t make me any more sorry than I already am.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad.”

“Then you’re failing spectacularly,” the hero snorted derisively.

The villain’s jaw ground.

“I’m trying to make you understand that this would have happened regardless of what you did. And that it’s not your fault.”

The hero blinked.

“You just said that I—“

“I said you thought you could fight your power and win. And you were,” the villain conceded. “You might have made it another month. Maybe two.”

The hero had never seen the villain so angry. “But then someone shot you, off duty and in civilian clothes,” they seethed. “The fallout is on them, not you.”

“I killed a cat,” the hero managed roughly. They blinked back tears.

The villain shook their head.

“You were off-duty. A civilian.”

“I could never be just a civilian, you know that.”

“Just because you were the bullet does not mean you were the one who pulled the trigger.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

“I am,” the villain corrected. “But you’re grieving, and bleeding, and suffering from a massive energy drop, so you can’t see it yet.”

The hero let the villain pull them to their feet, dirt smearing between their two hands.

“You want forgiveness?” The villain ducked their head to meet the hero’s eyes. “I forgive you.”

The hero forgot how to breathe.

“You can’t just do that.”

“I can do whatever I want. And what I want is for you to stop crying.”

The hero snorted again, but it was lighter this time.

“You’re an ass.”

“And you’re a civilian.”

The hero shook their legs out. When they went to turn back to the grave, the villain caught their chin, turning them away with soft fingers.

“I forgive you,” they said solemnly, as if they had never said anything so important. “They do, too.” They inclined their head just slightly towards the grave.

For once, as their chest collapsed in on itself, the hero believed them

[anti-dazai-blog]

I love your blog, although (please correct me if I’m wrong) there’s one thing that doesn’t get enough coverage as it should (in my opinion at least). And it’s name is Q. When Dazai and Chuuya were getting Q out of that guild shed and Dazai holds a knife to their throat, Chuuya says something about how Q killed a whole bunch of mafiosi (I think it were around hundred? Idk) with their ability. Which is just, so messed up if you think about it. There’s this eight year old child, with an ability that makes people go haywire, but only if those people hurt said child(if I understood it correctly). That not only means those mafiosi were hurting an eight year old, but it also means that both, Chuuya and Dazai blame it on the child. And to top that off, as a punishment, Dazai locks this child up.

Anyway, I hope you have a nice day/night!

You’re right you’re so right and you should say it. 

Q suffered so much and doesn’t deserve any of it. 

The way the BSD universe treats ability users is something I really, really want to analyze and discuss. People are locked into whatever their ability sets out for them—for other characters like Yosano, this means that having a healing ability means you have to be a doctor, regardless of any other passions you have in life. For Q, having a mind control ability locked them into being a danger that needs to be locked away, even prior to displaying any dangerous tendencies.

iirc, in the 15 light novel, Mori says that he took in Q after Q’s ability was activated and it ended up harming another child. If Q was any other child who harmed another child in a different way (for example, a child punches another child too hard on the playground), the child would be lectured or sent to the school guidance counselor to learn a better way to control their anger. However, since Q is an ability user, they’re seen as a permanent threat for the way their ability manifested itself, and will be treated as such for the rest of their life. 

The BSD world clearly doesn’t provide any ability training, or have any form of counseling for people who manifest “dangerous” abilities and need a bit of help managing them. 

Although it’s horrible that Q was hurt so much and so badly, I don’t particularly fault anyone for hurting him (I guess other than Mori/Dazai for locking them away), since no one had any way of knowing they were doing it. I also can’t really fault Chuuya for being angry that his friends were killed. But regardless— Q suffered so much and deserves so much better.

[One quick point to touch on is that the mafiosi who died didn’t necessarily hurt Q, but rather could have been killed by the people affected by Q’s ability. We don’t see what happened in detail so it’s all left up to speculation, but the mafia would most likely avoid killing their own, even if “their own” is under a mind control ability which makes them violent. 

As we see with the agency’s side of things, when Kunikida is under Q’s ability, the agency is able to keep him tied up pretty easily to stop him from hurting anyone. Surely the mafia has ways to detain their own members if they were to be affected as well. So with that in mind, the deaths were more likely caused by other people under Q’s ability attacking the mafiosi, and not mafiosi under Q’s ability getting themselves killed or needing to be put down.]

Either way. 

Justice for Q, I want my little guy(gender neutral) to do well in life. Someone should buy them ice cream. 

[astra-galaxie]

★☆☠♡☯ for zara tien? 🥺👉👈

I confess, Travel in Time is actually my least favourite season… However, despite not being the season’s #1 fan, I LOVE the team, and Zara is no exception!

So, let me refresh myself with Zara’s character and see what headcanons I can come up with for her!

★ - sad headcanon

When Theo started fading away while the team was stuck in Medieval Asia, Zara barely left his side, fearing that he would disappear when no one was around. If they couldn't save him, she didn’t want Theo to be alone when the time came for him to be erased from existence. Zara also took photos and videos with him to document his memory. She didn’t know if any of them would still exist after he faded from the timeline, but she had to do something to try and preserve her memory of Theo if the team couldn't save him.

☆ - happy headcanon

Zara’s grandmother was her closest relative and biggest supporter growing up. Her house was a safe space for Zara whenever she needed an escape from her life. There would always be freshly baked treats waiting for her, and her grandmother would always have her favourite snacks and drinks stocked up for Zara’s visits. Zara’s grandmother tried to help her granddaughter in any way she could and wanted the best for Zara. When Zara told her that she had been accepted into T.I.M.E., her grandmother was overjoyed and so proud of how far Zara had come from the little girl she had basically raised to a bright, confident, strong woman.

(Zara’s grandmother also really likes Kai and Theo. The two treat her granddaughter well, and she knows Zara is in good hands with them.)

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Zara struggled with anger issues as a child. She often got into fights in school, which led to her earning a long list of detentions. As she got older, she tried to calm down, but it was hard given the violence she grew up surrounded by. When she was a teenager, she was arrested several times for fighting. Sometimes, she would spend the night in jail until her grandmother could bail her out in the morning.

After joining T.I.M.E., Zara still has some anger issues, but Marina helped her take control of them. Zara’s always the first to jump to her teammates' defences in a fight and never backs down, regardless of her opponent. But she’s learned not to instigate fights, at least not as often. However, if someone antagonizes her enough… Well, she can't be considered at fault for teaching an asshole a lesson!

♡ - romantic headcanon

Even though they got together while the team was trapped in the past, Zara, Kai, and Theo’s first official date happened when they returned to their fixed timeline in 2029. The date involved something each had picked. Theo chose the restaurant they went to for dinner. Kai then took them to a live performance of one of his favourite telenovelas. Lastly, Zara brought her boys to her favourite street food vendor, which makes the best desserts.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

While we already know that Zara is a fan of extreme sports and dangerous activities, her favourites are skydiving, motocross, and bungee jumping. Kai is also teaching her how to surf.

In relation to this obsession, Zara hates it when people try to tell her that extreme sports aren't safe and that she should be doing something “safer.” Just because a sport is classified as extreme does not mean it’s unsafe. These sports have safety measures to protect people, and Zara ensured she learned everything she needed before attempting a new sport.

Hopefully, I did a good job with these headcanons. It's been a while since I played Travel in Time, so I’m a little fuzzy on the details of the characters…😅

Thanks for the request!

[honourablejester]

Homebrew Magic Item: The Troublesome Teapot

A completely random sentient homebrew Magic Item inspired entirely by the belligerent sugar bowl from the Higitus Figitus scene in Sword in the Stone.

As you look around, you hear muffled cursing and the strange sound of rattling crockery. Your attention is drawn to a small wooden box, the sort used in fancy houses to store cruet sets and other tableware. The box is rattling quite violently. A piece of parchment has been glued crookedly to the ornate lid of the box. On this parchment, in scrawled, nearly illegible writing, is the following note:

“The Troublesome Teapot. Or, no. It’s not actually a teapot, it’s a sugar bowl. Just. Alliteration, you know? You give these sorts of things fancy names, don’t you? And sugar bowl or teapot, whatever else it might be, it’s troublesome. I may have, perhaps, had a slight incident with the Animate Objects spell and a surge of wild magic? That’s neither here nor there. The point is, the very foul-mouthed thing you can hear in this box is what I’m calling the Troublesome Teapot. Or the Troublesome Sugar Bowl, if you’ve absolutely got to be accurate about it. It’s … I’m sure there’s got to be someone it’ll get on with? Maybe that’s you! I mean, not at first, it doesn’t get on with anything at first, but you could be the person it warms up to? After a small, absolutely TINY bit of injury and mayhem. Miniscule. I’m sure you can handle it. Or someone can handle it. Just. Well. I didn’t want to destroy it? I mean, it’s an angry, hitty little thing that’s likely of no use to anyone, but …

Well. It just felt wrong. It’s hardly its fault my magic did what my magic always does. And look, if you do hold on to it and just … let it hit you for a bit, it will at least not hit you any more? And if you keep it with you, it sometimes does hit things that are mean to you. Although, most often, just whatever’s biggest around you. Which can be useful! Sometimes. On occasion.

Regardless. If you don’t want to chance it, please leave it alone? Don’t destroy it. There will eventually be someone who’ll be the companion it deserves. Or at least, that’s the hope I’m holding on to. There’s someone out there for everyone, right? Even horrible little sugar bowls who like to hit things. Well. That’s the hope, at least. And … thank you.”

THE TROUBLESOME TEAPOT (/SUGAR BOWL)

Wonderous Item (Construct), requires attunement

The Troublesome Teapot is a squat, rather ugly little blue ceramic sugar bowl, with four stubby legs, two stubby little handles/arms, a badly chipped lid, and a rather indestructible pewter teaspoon that it is violently attached to. You can attune to the Troublesome Teapot by successfully holding onto with both hands for 1 minute while it attempts to attack you. During this time the Teapot will make 10 attempted attacks on you (+8 to hit, dealing 1 bludgeoning damage on a hit). If you successfully endure all 10 without letting go of the Teapot, you have successfully attuned to it, and the Teapot will stay grumbling but acquiescent in its box until you summon it.

While attuned to the Troublesome Teapot, you can use a bonus action on your turn to summon it to your side. If initiative has not yet been rolled, the Teapot immediately makes a surprise attack on one target of its choice from among the creatures within 50ft of it, and will keep attacking that target if allowed to do so. If initiative has been rolled, roll initiative for the Teapot, and place it in the initiative order accordingly. You can use a bonus action to return the Teapot to its box at any time.

While the Teapot is active, it acts on its own turn and initiative. The Teapot does not obey your commands. Instead, it always moves to attack the strongest, most intimidating or otherwise most attractive target to fight in its vicinity. The Teapot is a tiny construct, with an AC of 18, 20 hit points, a Strength of 4 and a Dexterity of 18. It has a walking speed of 50ft.

On its turn, the Teapot can move up to its speed and use an action to make one melee attack on a creature with its spoon. It has a +8 to hit and deals 1d4 + your main ability modifier in bludgeoning damage. The Teapot can use a bonus action on its turn to take the Dash, Disengage or Dodge actions.

If the Teapot is reduced to 0 hit points, it becomes inert and must either be repaired using the mending cantrip or by spending an hour of downtime activity and 5gp to painstakingly glue it back together. After being repaired, the Teapot must be allowed a full long rest of 8 hours in its box before it can be summoned again.

Sentience. The Troublesome Teapot is a sentient, chaotic neutral construct with an Intelligence of 10, a Wisdom of 14 and a Charisma of 6. It speaks and understands Common, and has blindsense and hearing to a range of 50ft.

Personality. The Troublesome Teapot is incredibly belligerent, foul-mouthed, and inclined to insult anything and everything in its vicinity. If allowed freedom to act, it will invariably attack whatever creature in its vicinity looks like it would be the best in a fight, spouting insults the entire time. Once attuned, it will not attack the person it is attuned to, although it may continue to insult them. It is possible, although never yet successfully achieved, that the Troublesome Teapot may warm up to the person it is attuned to, to the point where it will accept commands or suggestions from them. Or at least settle for a warmer sort of insult.

(Optional) Waning Magic. The more often the Troublesome Teapot is damaged, the less it holds on to its magic. If the Teapot is reduced to 0 HP and repaired more than five times, it begins to get noticeably more listless and less lively. Its insults become more lackluster and less enthusiastic, and it begins to slow down in combat, reducing its movement speed to 30ft. After the eighth time it is destroyed and repaired, it can no long use bonus actions in combat. After the tenth time, it can no longer be summoned at all, and can only rattle sadly in its box. Once the Teapot has reached this stage, it has 2d20 days before it loses its magic entirely and ‘dies’/becomes nonmagical. The Teapot will be aware of and may understand what is happening to it. At the DMs discretion, it may be possible to stop and reverse this decline, perhaps by casting a spell such as Greater Restoration on the Troublesome Teapot, or by some other means, such as bringing the Teapot to a temple of a deity of craft, knowledge or arcana and asking for their intercession.

[hamliet]

Hi, I'm the last The Glory anon :). I just wanted to say, I get your point of drama's needing to be centered around restorative/preventative justice, I think they're valuable, but I think drama's like The Glory are needed as well. The background of this series was actually because the creator was horrified after reading all the bullying incidents and she actually interviewed a lot of victims in order to get a feeling of what she wanted to say and she ended up wanting to give a voice of those victims who were suffering in silence. The overwhelming sense that she got from those victims, was they they have not felt heard, helped or listened to, that they were gaslit into thinking that they were the ones in fault and that they deserved the horrific treatment. They didn't pursue any actions against their bullies either, out of fear of retaliation or they were coerced into thinking that it would destroy their bullies lives if they did. They wanted to let people know that they (the victims) know now, that it wasn't their fault for being bullied. To let people see how an entire system was stacked against them. The whole series through, the protag was okay into believing she wasn't a good person, that she didn't deserve love or friendship cause she knew taking revenge wasn't something a good person would do. So the drama never really glorified revenge either. What the series did do (for me, at least) was to validate a victim's feeling of hurt, pain, disappointment, abandonment and resentment. And I think that's fair. And powerful. So many times, a victim has to micromanage their feelings into pretty, neat, palpable things for others or have been gaslit into thinking the feelings of bullies and other peoples are more valid, more important. My bullies and my abusers for once, all came from broken homes/trauma's and they used that in order to keep raping/abusing me, a disabled woc. They made me think that the abuse I endured, was far less painful than the abuse they were going through/went trough and that I deserved the abuse because I wasn't worth anything anyway and they were patient /tolerant enough with me. Thinking my bullies/ abusers' feelings were more important than mines, literally almost killed me, but feeling wronged, feeling hurt and yes angry at what was happening to me, saved me. Nothing ever happened to my abusers/bullies and they never thought any wrong of their treatment towards me, either. The worst abuser and rapist were family members and I didn't want to end up with no family at my side completely. As an adult now, plenty of people feel okay to look down on my because of my disability and my race and I can't do anything about their treatment towards me, those little, unjust treatments cut like thousand paper cuts ever single day, but what can I do? I will have to swallow and deal with that every day, for the rest of my day. So yes, having a drama like the glory taking down entitled assholes down, is in some way cathartic, cause real life lets most of the bastards get away. I'm by far perfect, but I'm def not made of violent revenge plans, rage or anger. I can hardly even raise my voice towards someone. Cause I know what it is like to be at the receiving end of someone else's misery and I don't want any part of that anger and inability to see the humanity of someone else. I don't understand why someone would feel entitled to hurt another, who's usually weaker than them. Regardless of their pain or trauma's. Somewhere there is a line. Getting off from someone else's pain is not normal. And if you can't take responsibility for trauma's caused (and there are PLENTY of people who won't/unable to even see the their wrongness), I have even less patience for. I love me some morally grey fictional characters, I do. Redemption stories of abused people hurting others, only to realise they are not better than their abusers, can be powerful, I agree. Yet. If people can love and see the humanity of a redeemed bully/abuser, then I hope that people can accept the anger and resentment of a victim, too. Have a nice day.

Hi! I was worried about losing your ask in particular, so thank you for resending it.

"If people can love and see the humanity of a redeemed bully/abuser, then I hope that people can accept the anger and resentment of a victim, too"<--I do think this is incredibly important, and absolutely something worth remembering.

I’m also very sorry you’ve had to deal with all of this, for what it's worth. You shouldn't have had to.

I also wanna state that every story, even ones that I profoundly find irresponsible or bad, can help people because experiences are so very varied and everyone has unique needs. I’m definitely not pro censorship, so I am glad the story was able to help you. (Plenty of stories I like could be called bad and could upset other people... which is where critique comes in!)

For a larger point... I get a bit philosophical here, but that's because I honestly think systemic answers and individual answers don't always coincide. I'll explain a bit more below, and I hope to convey that my dislike of the show and labeling of it is absolutely not coming from a space of “you are a bad person if you liked it;” I don’t think that at all. I am glad this story offered you an outlet, and for others too. You deserve catharsis.

It's interesting what you note about the creator, because that does make sense. The ironic thing is that if anything I think her care actually contributed to the problems I had personally with the show—and keep in mind this is me personally, my own experience and opinion, bringing my own experiences and baggage to it which everyone does. I guess I am frustrated with the story because it seems like a case of best intentions, maybe, that still does harm. Yet there’s not always a way to prevent the worst effects of the best intentions, too.  So that’s not inherently the creator’s fault either. Just a reality, I suppose. 

As I said before, I genuinely think the show would have worked better had it framed itself with that self awareness that it was a revenge fantasy and an individual story, but it did present itself instead as something deeper than what it was, as drawing awareness in order to create an answer (hence the use of shock value graphic violence that while not unrealistic was still designed to provoke). And the consequences have been far beyond just people being aware of bullying or calling out people who were bullies, unfortunately. It has led to harassment campaigns and perpetuated myths about what causes bullying, which then makes it harder to actually intervene and stop the cycle. Hence I think that's why I consider it irresponsible to frame it as offering a solution when it does not; if it framed itself as escapism, that’d be different. 

That’s what frustrates me, I guess. I keep comparing it to 13 Reasons Why, because while that show also got people talking about suicide and assault and I know allowed people to feel empathized with in their pain, so I'm glad they have that, it also perpetuated myths about suicide that ultimately make it harder to actually intervene and prevent such things. This perpetuated several myths that make it harder to stop bullying, and actually has led to bullying because people online can become convinced that someone deserves to be bullied if they’re a bad enough person, but what that means is not generally as obvious as we'd think. That the director got caught up in the accusations and campaigns of was ultimately extremely ironic, but in a tragic sense: a real case of take out the plank from your own eye before looking for a speck in another’s. But he probably still has a career and a life ahead of him. The blowback will die down for him. But other people with far less money and less privilege, people who are not big name stars or idols or whatever, don’t have the same luxury, and that bothers me in this case.

It's also true that some issues are easier for each individual to see in a larger context and some that are more individual/personal, and it's also not necessarily linked to what someone has personally been through, and also, it's a lot harder for me to "zoom out" when it comes to other issues. And frankly? Your needs, and the individual needs in general, do need to be met too--individual and systemic needs both should be. So, I am glad this show could meet those individual needs, even though I hold that with my criticisms.

Sending you hugs, if wanted.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

I love demo so fuckin much but i wish there was more both canon and fanon content for him that isnt just "haha funni alcoholism " like. Idk it super fucking bothers me as a kid of an alcoholic (now recovering and about 2 years sober!!!) like. I would love to rec the game to my dad bc i know he would loce the style and humor but hes also really proud of being scottish and i khow that the main characterization pf demo would probably bother him.

Anyway demo beating alcoholism arc when.

I actually have a ton of posts abt this (u can probably dig thru "#demoman tf2" asks to find them lol) but yeah I rlly think abt this a lot. I'm also the kid of an alcoholic (actually a pretty long line of them, I'm actually pretty predisposed to it myself because I also inherited all the same anxiety/neurodivergency/etc. problems) and I'm also aware of a lot of politics surrounding addiction and am invested in harm reduction n stuff like that, so my feelings abt it are actually kinda complicated. I don't like the idea that Demo being an alcoholic is, like, a "mistake" made on Valve's end that needs to be "fixed" in fan content - it's not inherently wrong to have a character who is an alcoholic or even really a comedic character who is one. I think there's a big trend in fans (especially white people lol) totally overstepping and "fixing him" by just, never mentioning it even in places it would actually be appropriate and just pretending he was never written to have an addiction. I think that's just another way of showing that you think someone can't be a Good Person(tm) and an addict. The other side of the coin, of course, is the INSANE prevalence of people who make it his one defining personality trait and often completely mischaracterize him by giving him traits they associate with alcoholism but that he doesn't have (laziness, aggression, stupidity etc.). I actually find the way he's written in canon to be. pretty okay? There's definitely times where it's Bad but most of the time I think it's alright. Even the "short, violent temper" thing (a trait he's apparently supposed to have? But tbh he doesn't really have in any of the supplemental material lmao) feels less like a stereotype of alcoholism (as fans will make it) and more like an ethnic/nationality-based stereotype (which everyone in tf2 is, so it doesn't feel specifically targeted) (although you can also argue that him being an alcoholic is also a nationality stereotype which like. yeah). Smth I think a lot of people forget but is actually pretty present in most iterations of his lore and also in a lot of his game/intro video dialogue is that he has some kinda trauma and his self-esteem is completely in the toilet. This, in my opinion, adds another layer to his addiction that while maybe not really explored in canon (because it's not that kind of media, no one really gets their serious backstories explored they're just established and then dropped for more jokes) can definitely be expanded upon in fan stuff. I know yall like angst! Stop fucking writing "angst" where you conflate alcoholism with domestic violence and stupidity and start treating him like a human being lol. Write about Demo dealing with or beating alcoholism, but don't write it like it's his entire personality or pretend it doesn't exist. It's a part of him, but not all there is to him. Sorry for the SUPER long response anon omg I love talking and this is a topic I specifically have a ton of thoughts on. Sorry if this isn't rlly coherent, like I said I have a lot of posts abt this topic. I might go rb some now just to clarify my opinions

[lacroixqueen]

i own you. understand? part 2 (sevika x fem!reader, 18+)

Link to Part 1

Summary: sevika gets angry at you for making out with silco, so she has to show you who you truly belong to.

Pairing: brat!reader x sevika

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: spanking, slapping, choking, roughness, jealousy, possessiveness, heavy smut, brattiness, blah blah blah

Your heels clacked through the uneven cobblestones of the Zaun alleyways as Sevika kept pulling you through the bustling crowds of the undercity.

You could tell she was angry with you. From the way she walked faster than usual, and how she didn’t say a word to you at all.

You pouted, rolling your eyes. It wasn’t your fault that Silco asked you to sit on his lap. And besides, he was the one who kissed you in the first place.

Sevika hooks up with dozens of girls every week, and you make out with one person then she goes flying off the handle.

Eventually, you both reached the front steps of her house. Without a word, she violently flung the door open, dragging you like a ragged doll into the kitchen.

“You know, you’re being unreasonable right now-” you began to say.

Sevika ignored you, taking you off guard by bending you over the dining table and roughly hiking up your skirt, revealing your round ass and lace panties.

“W-what are you doing?!” you cried out, whining as the cold air nipped against your sensitive skin.

Sevika replied by spanking you with a resounding smack, leaving a bright red mark all over your ass.

“Showing you who you truly belong to,” she said simply, grabbing the fat part of your butt and squeezing it teasingly.

“It’s not fair, you know..” you sighed, gripping onto the sides of the table as she continued to smack your ass like she owned it.

“What’s not fair?” she asked, her voice tinged with the most obvious sarcasm. Her mechanical fingertips slowly danced over the tops of your panties, starting to gently tug the pesky fabric off.

“You know,” you whined as some tears began to form under your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You bit your lip so hard it started to bleed when she spanked you even harder than she did before.

Secretly, you hated the fact that Sevika slept with other people. You would stay up all night wondering if she fucked someone harder than she fucked you.

If she wrapped her hands around someone else’s neck tighter, if she kissed their lips longer, or if she yanked their hair rougher. Sometimes, it was all you ever thought about. Your mind was like a neverending set of cogs and gears, constantly turning and conjuring up something new to obsess over.

“I actually have no idea what you are talking about,” Sevika’s velvety voice jerked you out of your train of thought. “Why don’t you enlighten me~?”

She was putting on her strap and harness, and before you knew it, you felt the cold tip already begin to press teasing circles all over your swollen entrance.

You moaned in defeat, realizing that she wouldn’t start fucking you until you admitted it. That you were a needy little whore who couldn’t stand the idea of her being with anyone else.

Sighing, you tried to wiggle yourself on top of the strap to possibly stimulate yourself a bit more. Sevika was very careful not to push it even within the vicinity of your clit. She was teasing you, and she could tell you absolutely resented her for it.

“Y/N..” her voice became dangerous. “You’re not admitting it~”

“I-I don’t want to!” you shot back, face flushing bright red. “I won’t say it.”

“Then I guess you aren’t getting fucked tonight..” Sevika said as she continued rubbing her strap all over your sensitive folds.

Fuck. She has got you pushed into a corner, and you didn’t appear to have any other option. Either admit you were a clingy little slut, or sit there and not get railed until you couldn’t stand up straight. A lose-lose situation regardless. It was your choice.

“F-fine..” you eventually surrendered after a few more moments of painful teasing. “I.. I don’t like it when you fuck other girls, okay? I want to be.. special to you.”

“Hmmm.. is that right..” Sevika murmured, granting your wish by finally sinking the full length of the strap deep inside of your tight little pussy. She reached up behind you to grab a generous tuft of your hair, yanking it as far back as she possibly could. “You gotta tell me a little bit more than that, though..”

You sighed, relishing in how fucking amazing it felt as she filled you up completely. You absolutely adored the feeling of her rough, leathery pants grinding against the back of your legs.

Sevika’s mechanical arm reached up to rub sensual circles all over the curve of your hips, allowing you to relish every single delicious feeling she inflicted upon your defenseless body.

“I-I get jealous.. okay?” you stuttered, trying your hardest to stifle a moan and maintain some semblance of composure. “I don’t like knowing you fuck other girls harder than you fuck me..”

“How cute..” Sevika teased, started to thrust slowly in and out of you. She absolutely loved how tight you were, watching how your walls gripped onto her strap as they leaked all over your inner thigh.

“Sevika~” you moaned out her name. “H-harder.. Please..”

You didn’t have to tell her twice. Sevika gripped onto your sultry hips for stability, starting to pound in and out of you like a well-oiled machine. She grunted while she watched you toss your head back, your legs beginning to shake as you lost all control of your senses.

“Do you like that?” she would lean over and whisper into your ear when she could tell she hit an extra sensitive spot. “Or should I go even deeper?”

What came out of your mouth only vaguely resembled a coherent sentence, as you struggled to moan back an answer. “D-deep.. Ah~”

“That’s what I thought,” Sevika smirked, grabbing your arm and pulling you hard so you arched your back properly. She started to ram into you, but with slow, purposeful grinds that reached your G-spot with laser precision. She knew exactly where to hit to completely push you over the edge.

You were flushed bright red, breathless, and even beginning to drool all over the table. You just couldn’t help yourself. She really was just that fucking good. Your vision began to cloud over as Sevika kept grounding your insides into a mush.

“Oh~ ah~ Sevika..” you would sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You were so close to finishing, but you knew she wouldn’t let you off that easily.

“I want you to tell me who you belong to, princess..” Sevika would demand, her hand slowly sneaking up behind you to grip onto the sides of your neck. “I want to hear it.”

“You, Sevika,” you would moan, as saliva dribbled out from the sides of your mouth.

“Oh?” she would say, a cocky grin spreading across her face as she paused her achingly unbearable pounding. “For a second there, I thought you belonged to Silco. Or am I mistaken?”

“N-no..” you would blurt out between moans. “J-just you. Only you.”

“That’s a good girl,” she would smirk, and push so deep that you could swear you felt her poking against your womb. You could finally let go, allowing yourself to squirt all over her strap and drip onto the floor.

Sevika would spank you one more time before finally pulling out of you, watching you like the pathetic, dripping mess you were.

You two would spend the rest of the night cuddling on the couch together. Sevika might let you sit on her lap and share her joint if she was in a particularly good mood.

She absolutely loved watching you squirm and cling onto her arm. Tonight, she finally laid her claim and made it perfectly clear who was actually in charge. In fact, nothing gave her greater satisfaction than pounding you into a mind-numbing orgasm, and then forcing you to admit who you truly belonged to.

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

Yunping Inn, Wangxian, Consent, and debunking the idea that Lan Wangji or Wei Wuxian were ever the sexual assaultee in the aftermath

(Keep in mind that as I write, some of this is very loose translation to make my points, as I am not a fan of ExR's translation of the particular chapter this scenario occurred, as I feel it distended the original meaning and made it murkier than it was in the original Chinese)

The passages of import:

Suddenly, Lan Wangji turned around and glanced at him. Wei Wuxian finally noticed that as he was scrubbing, his mind began to wander, rubbing the snowy skin of Lan Wangji's back so red it was as if someone had beat him. Wei Wuxian thought the look Lan Wangji was giving him meant he wasn’t happy with what he had done, and so he stopped at once, “Sorry, sorry. Did that hurt?”

Lan Wangji said nothing, only pushing his hand away. Seeing how he looked, quiet and obedient, sitting in the tub, Wei Wuxian really did start to feel sorry. Crooking his finger, he scratched at his chin comfortingly. But touching his chin wasn’t enough. His fingers felt itchy, he wanted to poke Lan WangJi’s ribs, but before his hand was even halfway there, his wrist was suddenly caught by Lan Wangji, his voice low, “Do not fool around.”

A few translucent drops of water clung on to his eyelashes and his handsome face. His expression looked cold, but his eyes were searing.

Tonight, Wei WuXian had already done countless, frivolous, little things with Lan Wangji. He’d long since gotten used to Lan Wangji letting him do as he pleased. Now though, having been stopped so suddenly, he felt emboldened, “Why not? Haven’t you let me mess around this much with you already?”

Lan Wangji's lips were shut tight. He would say nothing, angry or not. Seeing that look Wei Wuxian felt a bit guilty, “Fine. I won’t play with you anymore. Do it yourself.”

As he spoke, he tossed the cloth away and was about to leave. Yet, not only did Lan Wangji refuse to let him go, the hand around his wrist held on even tighter. He ordered, “Do not leave.”

Wei Wuxian struggled for sometime in his grip and couldn’t pull away. He steeled his nerves, “HanGuang-Jun, now you’re the one at fault here. You told me to wash your face, didn’t let me clean you, now you won't let me go. Just what do you want me to do?”

“…” After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji's tone was almost petulant, “Regardless, you may not leave.”

Wei Wuxian splashed water onto Lan Wangji's face, “Look at you, being all domineering and unreasonable!”

Lan Wangji didn’t flinch or dodge even as the water splashed onto his face, “I told you do not mess around."

His words sounded like a warning. Perhaps because the wine really had been so strong, Wei Wuxian's face felt abnormally warm. A corner of his mouth curved up, “Even if I mess with you, so what, what can you do to me? Punish me by making me copy scriptures? Have me grounded? Or silence me?”

Lan Wangji's eyes locked on him. Sparks seemed to flash across his gaze. He looked angry.

That face, that expression, those eyes, the situation, and this person. Wei WuXian drew in a breath.

Almost like he decided to give it his all, he plunged his other hand into the water, and found a particular part of Lan Wangji’s body, and caressed, “HanGuang-Jun, tell me you don’t like it when I touch you like this?”

Wei WuXian’s daring words and act finally enraged his opponent.

Lan Wangji moved as if he’d been bitten by a venomous snake, tugging him violently. Wei WuXian felt a terrifying force sweep over him. He couldn’t help but be pulled in.

Water splashed everywhere. Things had gotten out of hand. But it would have ended the same, no matter who started it first. When Wei WuXian felt a bit more clear-headed, he was already sitting on Lan Wangji's lap.

The two embraced and kissed each other just like that for awhile. Wei Wuxian's arms wrapped around Lan Wangji's neck as they kissed wildly and inseparably. Suddenly, he exclaimed out loud, “ah”.

Opening his eyes, he wiped a bit of blood from his lips as he scolded, “Lan Zhan! Why are you biting like a dog again?!”

His lips were kissed red already. Stained with blood, they looked even more vivid. To his ire, Lan Wangji responded with another bite. Sore from all the biting and sucking, Wei Wuxian frowned. He reached down once more with a vengeance and rubbed him harder.

In all likelihood, nobody had probably ever pulled such a shameless and bold act on Lan Wangji before. Once wasn’t even enough for him—Wei Wuxian had to do it again. His expression shifted immediately. The arm he embraced Wei Wuxian with tightened, fingers leaving behind clear marks.

Wei WuXian grinned as he caught his breath, “How’s that? You angry yet? You probably didn’t know this, Lan Zhan, but I love it when you’re angry…”

This initial pull is a show of their dynamic sexually. In that they both enjoy the teasing and provocation into arousal, Wei Wuxian begins to understand it as Lan Wangji's reciprocation to being teased and the role of play dynamic they have continued from reunion slowly shifting into more sexual overtures. As Wei Wuxian says he likes to cause a reaction for Lan Wangji to take control as well as having given him several prompts to opt out of their continued touching and "play". "Do not fool around, do not mess around, do not play around" is a line repeated by Lan Wangji several times in terms of Wei Wuxian's playful antics and teasing.

By beat Lan Wangji wordlessly allows Wei Wuxian to continue as his way of consent with Wei Wuxian taking cues from his physical expressions more than his lack of words. Where as their sex exploits continue the line of teasing the line of roleplaying. It is Wei Wuxian who is the first to test these boundaries of preference their first time and Lan Wangji reciprocating through action.

Passage 2:

Wei Wuxian had buried the things he wanted to ask Lan WangJi inside of him for so long, too afraid to ask. Right now though, as the two lay side-by-side, he felt confident in his feelings. He lowered his voice, “Lan Zhan… Are you listening?”

A moment later, Lan Wangji replied with a ‘mn’. Wei Wuxian, “I have to tell you something.” He breathed in quietly before speaking, “Lan Zhan, thank you.”

Even knowing a thousand words, where was there to start.

If he hadn't meet Lan Wangji when he came back, Wei Wuxian didn’t know what he would have turned into. In truth, even if he did roam about by himself, it wouldn’t necessarily be awful. But no matter what, he was certain that nothing would ever be better than this.

Unfortunately, he didn’t notice that after Lan Wangji heard him, his body froze slightly.

The surging heat finally began to disappear. Wei Wuxian's head was still muddled as he rambled on, “In both lives, you’ve helped me a lot. I know you’re… really nice to me. You’re really great! Apart from thank you, I don’t know how else to say this to you… Anyways, for you, I feel… I feel…”

But none of this was really the point. Wei Wuxian had never confessed like this to anyone before. Even someone whose face was as thick as his would have felt a bit embarrassed. He could only choose to speak nonsense. Just as he was thinking how to give a sincere and earnest explanation, Lan Wangji suddenly pushed him away.

With how sudden it was, Wei Wuxian's back slammed hard against the bed.

His eyes widened, so surprised that he couldn’t move. On the other side, Lan Wangji sat upright. His chest heaving. His breathing coming in a rush.

In the silence, the two stared at each other for a long time. The first to move was Lan Wangji.

His face was pale, but his eyes were clear. He picked up a white piece of clothing from the ground to cover Wei WuXian first, and then went to find something for himself.

Wei Wuxian was reeling. He almost couldn’t believe what had happened.

That push was like a dream turning into a nightmare, as though a bucket of water had been poured on his head, as though somebody had just slapped him hard across the face. He finally found the strength to speak once more. Voice hoarse, he tried, “Lan Zhan, you’re… awake?”

Lan Wangji had already finished dressing himself. Sitting far to one side, he wiped at his forehead with a hand. He turned, facing the mess on the ground, his back to Wei Wuxian. A moment after, he finally whispered, “Mn.”

Although Wei Wuxian didn’t know when he had woken, now that he was awake, Lan Wangji's reaction was obvious he didn’t want to continue what they were doing. He didn’t want to listen to what Wei Wuxian was saying, either.

Wei Wuxian finally realized what he had just done was cruel.

After the act Wei Wuxian is more than ready to confess his actual love, however, Lan Wangji has read into his "thank you" as the usual blow Wei Wuxian had given him before "thank you, but mind your own business, thank you, but I don't need what you offer more of, thank you, but this was a one time thing."

Both of them begin to overthink, not the act of sex itself, but of the aftermath and what it actually means emotionally for the other. Wei Wuxian thinks Lan Wangji is ashamed and taken advantage of. Lan Wangji thinks it is another way of Wei Wuxian saying good bye and an eventual last thank you parting as it had been in Yiling. Both having been emotionally guarded due to accusations and deflections made similarly at Lotus Pier.

Passage 3

Lan Wangji's hand paused in mid-air before being pulled back.

Wei Wuxian let out a sigh of relief, murmuring, “You don’t have to. I’ll do it on my own. You don’t have to touch me.”

Someone like Lan Wangji would likely feel that he had ruined the other's appearance

after what they had just done. Wei Wuxian definitely didn’t have the face to let Lan Wangji clean him off. He fumbled for a piece of undergarment, wiped himself off with it, and tossed it away, “Um, Lan Zhan, both of us have probably drank too much tonight. My apologies.”

Lan Wangji said nothing.

Wei Wuxian put on a boot before continuing, “But you don’t have to apologize either. Uh, it’s normal for men to do this this sometimes. Please…don’t take it too seriously.”

Lan Wangji looked at him silently, “Normal?”

His voice sounded placid.

Wei Wuxian didn’t dare respond. Lan Wangji spoke again, “Do not take it too seriously?”

At first, Wei Wuxian thought that, compared to having his feelings found out and both becoming so awkward they couldn't be friends any longer, he’d much rather have Lan WangJi think that he was a frivolous, flippant person instead. But rinow, he began to regret saying those idiotic things without thinking. He whispered, “… I’m sorry.”

Wei Wuxian is desperate to give the distance he thinks Lan Wangji needs. Where as Lan Wangji is desperate to know it is not just frivolous encounter. Wei Wuxian however in his fear ends up dismissing the situation as a whim, leading Lan Wangji to be hurt, and already having for years to have thought he was rejected, solidifying the act was only for shallow purposes as Wei Wuxian's flirtings had seemed. Wei Wuxian still to worried that Lan Wangji was upset about sleeping around in general, can only apologize and continue dismissing what has happened as an accident.

Passage 4

Turning around, he saw Lan WangJi standing in the hallway, holding Bichen in one hand and fiddling with his forehead ribbon in the other. He was looking down and saying nothing.

Wei WuXian wanted to hide away in his room as soon as possible, but after he looked up, he couldn’t move another step. With plenty of thought, he finally spoke, careful, yet sincere, “Lan Zhan, about tonight, I’m sorry.”

After a moment of silence, Lan WangJi breathed out, “You do not have to say that to me.”

After he put on his forehead ribbon properly, he became the disciplined HanGuang-Jun once more. He nodded, “Rest well. We will talk about the Guanyin Temple and traveling to Lanling tomorrow.”

Due to their long suffering misconceptions due to old forces, they once more default into hiding their hurts behind their masks as well as Lan Wangji insisting sorry is not needed as it was an act he had wanted, but also did not want it out of any obligation or as a circumstance that needed to be owed by either. The only hardship that came out of this was both their lack of confidence, which had already been shaken up the night before. Their actions while mutually reciprocated were not voiced leading into uncertainty that the sex was deeper than just sex on both parts.

[charleezard]

I'm going to go by points here.

Are you ok? I'm not being condescending, I'm genuinely asking. Because you sound really angry, which is ok because you're allowed to feel angry. But i just wanted to check in.

Israel is by definition not commiting a genocide, I'm sorry. Genocide is a word that has a meaning and you can't just ignore the meaning of a word. You can say Israel is killing people, many people, that would be correct. But that alone doesn't make a genocide.

You're putting words in my mouth that i never used. I never called Palestinians or Palestine of Gaza "dirty". Ever. So you dont get to accuse me of that. Also whether Palestinians do or do not support queer rights should not dictate whether they live or die. Period. Don't be here telling me you know what i think, because you clearly don't.

Stop being rude to me I'm not going to your blog being rude to you.

Are you Jewish? Because if you're not you don't get to decide what is and isn't antisemitic. Sorry. Listen to Jewish voices on the subjects of antisemitism instead of deciding all by yourself what you want the word to mean.

I'm making antisemitism worse because I'm generalizing Israel's actions to all Jewish people? Damn that's a pretty big accusation. "People only hate you because you make yourself so hateable, surely it can't be anyone else's fault". Like ok, you're blaming the huge rise in global antisemitism on a post made by a convert on hellsite dot com. Makes sense.

Nazi rallies should be stopped. I'm with you on that one. But many of the protests "against genocide" were being violent towards Jewish students. That's not an opinion, that's a fact. It happened.

As someone who has been in activist spaces for a while, a word of wisdom: you can't go down the civil disobedience route expecting no consequences. You choose to go down that path, there is a chance the police will get involved and you will be arrested. Regardless of how fair or unfair your actions are, you break the law in protest, you still broke the law, you can be arrested for that. Like I said, I'm not saying it's fair or not fair, I'm stating a fact about the law.

"a sizeable chunk are jewish" imma need sources for that my friend.

Never heard of NioN so I can't comment on them. JVP, which is what im guessing you meant, which stands for Jewish Voices for Peace, are surprisingly not Jewish. Do they have a couple of token Jews? Sure. Are they run by Jewish people? No. Do they represent Jewish values and beliefs? No (see for example the tea cup mikveh or that really weird "seder" they held). They're a joke. And don't take my word for it, the Jewish community at large thinks that, you can go ask.

I don't usually respond to these types of interactions with my posts, because i can do whatever i want in my blog. So if you decide to reply or reblog this with more stuff like this, I will simply ignore it. If you'd like to have a conversation about this, you can come into my DMs when you're a bit calmer, and without being rude. I will listen. Then we can have an actual talk about this without having to tell each other to fuck off. Thank you.

I guess, I hope you have a good day? Or night? I don't wish you anything bad. I hope you have a nice warm shower if you can, drink some tea or hot chocolate, read a really good book.

This might be an unpopular opinion, or not, and it likely will get me hate but idk it's been on my mind.

The concept of "pinkwashing" makes no sense. In fact I'd even say it's built upon a foundation of antisemitism. It borders on conspiracy theory.

You're making an assumption that Israel celebrates LGBTQ+ pride, is queer friendly, promotes queer rights, only and/or primarily as a way to manipulate and distract innocent gullible people.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that Israel and the Israeli government are perfect and can do no wrong, I also criticize them when necessary. But even when we're pointing out things we think they do wrong, can't we also admit that maybe, just maybe, they do some things right as well? Why are you viewing a country celebrating queer rights and being welcoming to queer people as a bad thing? Even in a country you don't like, a country you view as doing many things wrong, there are still queer people who deserve rights and acceptance and celebration, and I don't think that should EVER be viewed as a bad thing.

And to continue my first point. The fact you see everything done by Israel (which, even if you don't want to admit it, we know you view just as a stand in for Jewish people) as some sneaky, evil, manipulative thing, and never as maybe something done with genuine and good intentions tells us a lot about how you view Jewish people. It really does and you can cry and scream you're not antisemitic but you're not the one who gets to decide that. You most likely are and need to deconstruct a lot of that subconscious internal biases that society gave you. So maybe next time you see a Pride event in Israel and feel like screaming "Pinkwashing", stop a little, and think to yourself what you really mean by that

[daturanerium]

i've been thinking about griddlehark recently, especially since i've listened to the gideon audiobook for the first time. i love them lots! but i had forgotten just how terrible harrow was to gideon in the beginning, and how blindly devoted gideon was to harrow (even when they were mortal enemies). i'm not sure if i'd be happy with them becoming canon without completely addressing that, so i'm going to talk about what i would like to see happen in alecto to deal with the power imbalance.

as someone who's been in a very similar position to gideon (being a punching bag to someone i'm devoted to out of love) i can speak from experience when i say that it sucks. i currently do not have much of a relationship with that person anymore, but gideon clearly wants to pursue one with harrow--whether that be platonic or romantic.

right now griddlehark are suffering from a severe power imbalance with harrow coming out on top. even during htn, harrow made choices for gideon without consulting her first or considering how it would affect her (mainly the lobotomy, which clearly bothered gideon based on how she talked about it in act five--or rather, didnt). harrow tormented gideon for her entire life. i feel like people tend to brush over this or treat it as a child's rivalry instead of treating it as it was (or how i read it to be): constant, unrelenting abuse. harrow canonically tried to kill gideon multiple times throughout their childhood. by the time we reach gtn, it almost seems like tormenting gideon is a game for harrow, considering the way she handled gideon's escape attempt. she pulled it away at the very last second for no other reason (that we know of) than to make gideon feel the worst. obviously we know now that harrow is fucked up in her own way. growing up mostly without parents, with incredibly high expectations based around being a literal war crime and the only surviving necromancer in the royal line, she's desperate to find and cling onto any control she can get over anything and anyone. she's gone through an incredible amount of character development within the last two books. i'm a huge fan of that! i think it's very safe to say that harrow cares about gideon as an equal and wants her friendship--the entirety of htn is basically a tragic love letter to her. but that doesn't make the lasting impact of how she acted go away.

on the other hand, gideon has apparently always been devoted to harrow: on page 332 of gtn she says that she was "hungry for the Reverend Daughter's occupation" in her youth, and strongly implies that she endured harrow's ceaseless beatings and torment because it was the only thing gideon received other than people blindly hating her or ignoring her. harrow was fascinated and obsessed with her in a terrible, violent way, but at least it was something. this is, of course, worsened after gideon walks in on harrow after The Incident. that, mixed with the overhanging inherent power imbalance of gideon being harrow's/the locked tomb's indentured servant since birth, means that gideon has never known a life free of harrow's control over her. being devoted to harrow is gideon's norm--she's literally never known anything different. and, on top of that, she's never expected anything in return. hoped, maybe, but never expected. gideon tries to leave but is stopped every time by harrow; the only way gideon is able to experience her first bout of "independence" is through caanan house, which was an opportunity given to her by harrow. harrowhark has been a constant in gideon's life since she was one year old. gideon relied on her for some semblance of normalcy and a twisted form of recognition. gideon goes through a lot of character development in caanan house as well, and we get to watch her and harrow start to deconstruct their corrupted relationship and reform it into something better and healthier. but even then, gideon still ends up making the ultimate sacrifice for "the Ninth": aka harrow, since she states not five pages before that she doesn't actually care about the Ninth at all and is only doing this for her (that is open to interpretation, but i think it's safe to say that gideon's main reason for jumping was to save harrow regardless of how you interpret her last words). later, at the end of htn, gideon still doesn't expect much from harrow in return. "harrowhark, i gave you my whole life and you didn't even want it." comes to mind. it's not about whether or not the statement is true, it's about what gideon believes based on harrow's past actions. the idea of harrow refusing gideon's sacrifice is more believable to her than harrow succumbing to her grief. i'm not even sure if gideon knows about the lobotomy. if someone told her, would she believe them?

so, right now, we have one person desperate for control and the other hopelessly devoted to a fault. both harrow and gideon are far different women now than they were at the beginning of gtn! they're in the middle of their character arcs right now. here's how i would like to see griddlehark rekindle their relationship in a healthy way:

gideon spends a lot of time harrow-free. she learns what life is like without harrow present. she gets to discover herself without harrow there. gideon still cares about harrow, obviously, and will spend time trying to find and reconnect with her. i hope that in the meantime she gets to find herself as an individual! she needs to see that she is more than just "harrow's mortal enemy" or "harrow's cavalier". she is someone outside of her relationship with harrow, whatever that relationship may be. when she reunites with harrow, i hope that it's a choice that gideon makes, not because harrow asks for her.

when reunited, harrow takes full responsibility and accountability for her past actions against gideon. this has sort of happened, but only in the sense of harrow's self-loathing: she gets angry during the pool scene in gtn, but that's based around "i was awful to you, why are you being kind to me"; not really an apology. later, she asks gideon if she forgives her and gideon says yes--but harrow never apologized. in my opinion, no forgiveness is true if there's no apology. i'd like to see harrow fully recognize her past actions--and, more specifically, how they affected gideon. she's focused a lot on how they impacted herself, but even in the pool scene (as much as i love it) gideon's feelings were mostly sidelined. by harrow taking accountability, both of them can continue their path to healing and growing their relationship. (also, harrow Officially releasing gideon from her duty to the locked tomb as an indentured servant would be really nice. i know with everything going on it's technically moot but i think it would still mean a lot, especially on the road to equalizing their relationship)

gideon and harrow acting as equal partners! we caught the beginnings of this in the second half (especially the end) of gtn, but they haven't really had a chance to flesh (heh) it out since. i'm really looking forward to that!

i really love these characters. they're some of my favorites, ever--and that's saying something, because i've read a lot of books. harrow especially has had some of the most enjoyable character development i've read in a long time. we're in the middle of the series and there's still lots of loose ends to tie up! i just hope this is one of them.

[allandoflimbo]

Ashens (Part 19)

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Dystopian. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 3,000

Chapter Warning: Smut.

Rating: M for Mature, E for explicit. Enemies to lovers trope, sharing a bed trope, friends with benefits trope, temporarily unrequited love, heavy and angry sex, heavy on the angst, and very strong language.

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You were woken up to the violent sound of vomiting.

Opening your eyes, you noticed the bedroom was still pitch black, so it must’ve been very late. Drowsily, you sat halfway up and looked over to see that Bucky wasn’t next to you.

You cringed as the soft glow from the A.I hit your irises.

The vomiting started again, followed by retching. Always being an emetophobic, you tried to ignore it, swallowing down thickly. You didn’t want it to affect you.

You stayed that way, sitting up and waiting for him to come back inside so you could ask him if he was okay.

After some time, You laid back down, and stared up at the ceiling. You grew concerned as long seconds turned to minutes.

He was taking too long for your liking.

Having made up your mind, you tossed the comforter aside and made your way to the end of the bed.

You hesitated for a moment before standing up. Your eyes quickly darted over to a pillow that was in the foyer, wondering how the hell it got there. Quietly, you made your way down the hallway until you saw the bathroom door ajar. The lights were on.

You stopped next to it before looking inside.

“Bucky?” You called out. Your voice was timid and soft.

No answer.

You began to hear crying.

Your heart tore in half at the sound. It was loud, but it was heavy. You could tell that he was trying to contain it as much as he could.

You grew even more concern, this time knocking softly on the door before pushing it open.

There he was, half hunched over the toilet, his other half falling towards the floor turned away from you. His metal hand gripped the side of the toilet while his right hand pulled at his hair.

You watched as he shook, sobs racking his body.

You didn’t want to seem annoying but you found yourself feeling scared.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t say anything.

Blindly, he reached for the lid and closed the toilet. Then he crawled over to the wall directly in front of him, right next to the shower, and fell up against it.

He grabbed at his hair with both hands. You watched as his knuckles turned white.

He let out a groan as he started to shaking his head back and forth, sniffing hard. He ran his hands down his face before letting them fall at his sides.

The look on his face was heartbreaking.

He looked like he was suffering some kind of pain that you couldn’t physically see. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, tilting his head up towards the ceiling.

You know that it wasn’t something he ate. That’s not why he was sick. He was going through something emotionally.  This was mental turmoil.

You didn’t realize how true your words rang about him needing to get help until now.

“Nightmare,” he says so quietly and out of breath that you wouldn’t have caught them if you weren’t staring at his lips, “nightmare.” He repeats again, almost defeated.

He looked disappointed in himself.

Bucky isn’t sure if he dozed off but when he opens his eyes again, you’re knelt down in front of him with a glass of water.

He looks at the glass and back up at you. You looks so scared.

He takes the glass and downs it in a few seconds, scorched.

He hands you back the glass.

“Thank you.” His voice is hoarse.

You put the glass on the floor and he watches your movements, still in a heavy daze.

When his eyes meet yours again he can see the worry in your eyes.

“You’re sweating so much.”  You grab a towel from one of the cabinets and hand it to him. He takes it from you but just holds onto it, letting his eyes close again, “You don’t have to tell me what it was about, but I’m glad you’re awake. You’re here now.” You say.

He physically cringes at the end of your sentence and you notice.

You take the towel from him, seeing he wasn’t even using it, and your roll it up. You bring it gently to his forehead to wipe away his perspiration. He shivers at your touch. He watches you intently. You look so innocent and sweet on your knees like that, and the memory of how he’s treated you in bed eats away at him. Not only was it a distraction, but you weren’t a piece of meat. He doesn’t understand how you still care after all he’s done to you.

You continue to wipe down the sides of his face, and eventually, underneath his eyes where the tears have now dried.

You were beautiful.

“It was a memory.” He says as you finally pull away from him.

You do a double take. You didn’t expect him to tell you this.

“I was,” he looks away from you, “it was nineteen fourth five. I was in Germany.”

He looks at you hesitantly and you give him a short nod, raising the towel back to his forehead. “Hydra—Hydra had me go to a base, just outside of Buchenwald. эти проклятые ублюдки.” He mumbles is disgust, sniffing, “There was a concentration camp nearby,” you watched as his flesh hand shook violently at his side, “It wasn’t instructed for me to be there. But we took the drive by, and I —“ his voice broke and he closed his eyes again, “I remember the smell, the smell of death, and I remember the bodies. I

remember children watching, this one young boy, and I did nothing.”

He was surprised when you took his metal hand in his.

“Bucky…”

“I don’t understand how I couldn’t control myself, my body, how I could let it happen, how I couldn’t save him. It was like deep down somewhere I knew it was wrong what I saw but I couldn’t —”

“You need to stop blaming yourself for something that is not your fault.”

“I was a Nazi.” He spats like the words are venom.

“You were not a Nazi. They took advantage of you and you know that. Even if you did what you did, you weren’t aware of it. Those monsters did that. Not you.” Your grip on his hand was tight and he could feel it, “you were a  young boy that they —“”

“I should’ve been stronger. I should’ve fought against them harder.”

“It was against your control.” He’s stunned at your conviction and he watches you curiously. You tilt your head at him, “But look at you now. Look where we are. You’re here to save the world. Everyone outside of The Capitol is counting on you, wether they know it or not. And that is something that it is you that is doing. This is who you are.”

Bucky closes his eyes together and another grimace fills his features. You feared he would start crying again.

“Have you—have you ever spoken to someone before?” You ask gently, “Bucky?” You repeat when he doesn’t answer.

“I did. I had a therapist, but it didn’t go well. I eventually just started to going to Sam,” you nod. You feel him grab your flesh hand, and he runs his thumb over the top of it. The act startles you, “but you don’t understand. I’m not just a veteran with PTSD. I’m different.”

His touch was hot against you.

“And I get that,” your voice shook slightly, “but you can’t stop trying.”

He tilts your head at you this time.

“Trying for what? I’ve tried what I can and I still feel empty. It’s not that I’m unhappy, I’m just, I don’t know.”

“You have suicidal thoughts.”

The silence that follows your comment is palpable.

“My time has come and gone,” his voice is filled with emotion and you feel your own eyes fill with tears, “I am glad I am doing this. I’m glad I’m here on this mission. But after this?” His eyes are filled with tears and you can tell he’s clawing at anything at this point, “give me something to live for.”

You slowly let go of his hand to wipe under your own eye. His words hurt you deeply. He was in so much pain you could feel it yourself.

Maybe you were an empath or maybe it just hit too close to home for you.

“I was bullied my entire life,” you started slowly, watching as his eyebrows came together, listening intently to you, “People made fun of me because I was always different. I didn’t hang with the cool crowd or the regular crowd. People always assumed things about me because of my parents. They always thought that just because mom and dad thought a certain way or had money, that I was taking advantage of them or I also thought like them. Nobody in my life ever took the time to get to know me just for me, and I was a girl that always cared about everyone, regardless of that.” His hand tightened around yours, “It didn’t matter when they dropped Mac and cheese down the front of my favorite sweater or when they would make me drop my books in the hallway and then laugh, because I knew they would grow up one day, and I knew the things that thought about me wasn’t true anyway,” Bucky’s heart began to fall as tears filled your eyes and your voice began to waver, “but I was still human.” Your voice broke. You cry quietly. You run the back of your hand under your nose,  looking away from him, “so of course I still got sad. I got depressed. I used to eat lunch by myself in a dark classroom everyday. How could something like that not affect a person? At one point I also thought to myself, is this how I’ll be forever? Alone? Hated for no reason? Will no one care? Why am I here?”

The amount of guilt that consumed Bucky was intense.

A month ago he had selfishly vowed to not get to know you because he was afraid of getting too attached to his mission partner. Now he’s cursing himself for unbeknownst doing something that was your ultimate weakness and your greatest pain. Because of it, he had underestimated everything about you. You were already beautiful to him, but knowing your heart was just as pretty made him feel other things for you. Things he hadn’t felt in close to a century. It terrifies him.

The last time he felt this way about another woman, because of him, she was killed. He couldn’t handle that again, the risk or the pain.

“I’m sorry .”

“But I still stayed strong, because someone did end up giving me a chance.” His eyes meets yours, “Will.” You breathe his name, “And he got taken from me. You know what that taught me? That it might seem bad right now and like the future is impossible, but life is full of great surprises, too.”

Bucky watches as you grab the cup, getting off the floor. His heart is still swelling.

“About what I said yesterday,” you stop at the sound of his voice, “I was out of line to blame you for what happened between us. It was my idea, and I took it out on you because I was scared we ruined the mission. I wasn’t in the best mood. I take blame.”

You look down at the floor, somehow still feeling hollow inside.

“Thank you.”

“I—” he cuts himself short and clears his throat. You turn around to look at him. He wasn’t on the floor anymore. He was standing and he looked a bit shy, “Look, what I said before about us not doing anything ever again…” his voice runs off as he swallows down and looks down shamefully at your feet.

He felt disgusting. He felt insanely attracted to you and you didn’t even know it. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep using you, he wished he could give a part of his heart to you and if this was a different life, maybe you two could work out.

He feels disgusted with himself. You deserved so much better than him.

“You know what, it’s okay. Forget I was going to say anything.” He whispers, clearing his throat after. You watched as he walked over to the cabinet to grab a larger towel.

You don’t how what it was. Maybe you’re growing up. Maybe you’re changing, but you walk over to him and grab his arm.

He looks over at you surprised.

“It’d be different this time.” You say, eyes darting over his nose, lips, and neck, “before there was hostility and pent up energy. We’re friends now, right?” You searched his eyes.

He squints at you.

“I guess we are.”

You nod.

“Friends with benefits?”

“Friends who occasionally just have sex?” He asks.

“We’ll make rules. No physical gestures that can have a double meaning, no intense eye contact, just something to get our edge off.”

“No kissing, anywhere.” He says, “And only at night. During the day, we act like it doesn’t even happen. We can’t allow distractions.” “And when the mission is over—”

“We go our separate ways.” He finishes.

You continue to stare at each other for a few more seconds before you give him a nod. He watches you as you walk away.

He’d always watch you as you walked away.

+ + +

“This show is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. You like this?” Bucky asked with a mouth half full of sushi, pointing his chopsticks at the screen, comically.

You smirked as you took a sip of your water.

“This show is a classic. You just don’t get it because you���re old.”

“I’m not that old.”

You snickered.

“You old old man.”

“Shut up.” He says, “it’s not even from this century, right? What year did you say this came out?”

“Nineteen ninety four.” You grumbled, looking for another California roll in your plastic tray, “It the epitome of nineties and early two thousands era. It takes everyone back to a good time, before everyone used to just text each other.” You shrug, “it makes me happy.” You look over at him to see his eyes glued to the screen and a smile playing on his lips despite his verbal hate towards the show, “you don’t even have one character you like?”

He shrugs.

“Chandelier is funny.”

“Chandelier?” You laugh out loud, placing your tray on the coffee table as you do so. Bucky watches you, captivated by your laughter, “you mean Chandler?”

“Sure.”

You continue to glare at him, giving him a small smirk.

“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

“I won’t tell you.” He says shoving another sushi in his mouth.

You continued to stare at him, intrigued. Was this the real Bucky Barnes finally showing his true colors?

Ever since your talk in the bathroom last week, things between the both of you got better. Despite the blow out fight you had in the kitchen the other day, you really were friends. Friends in the most messed up sense of the word.

After your talk, you both had agreed to becoming friends with benefits, but you had yet to consummate the agreement.

The mission had kept you both very busy, between you trying to avoid Silas at work and keeping your eyes for any other possible intel, to Bucky staking out his nights at the tower trying to find new information on Ashen, including where he lived.  

Tonight was the first real night where you both felt relaxed for the first time in a very long time. Maybe too relaxed.

You heard Bucky snicker as a scene unfolded on TV -and you tried to contain your smile.

He liked it. Bucky liked Friends.

You watched from the corner of your eye as he leaned forward and put his own tray on the table.

“Does this remind you of your childhood?” He asks you.

“Kind of. I was very little when it ended but I remember that time period, yes. The world was different.”

“Tell me about it?” He asks you.

You perk a brow at him.

“Sure, but only after Ross accidentally says Rachel at the alter.”

“What?”

+ + +

“Could you stay on your side and with your fair share? You keep hogging up the blankets and the bed, Y/N.”

“I’m trying to make a cocoon because last time you snatched all the blankets in the middle of the night while I was asleep and I had to sleep shivering in fetal position.”

“I did not.”

“You did.”

“Not.”

You both calmed down until you started moving your legs around, trying to find a comfortable position.

You stopped, and then started again, tossing and turning.

“Oh my god, if you don’t stop I’ll cut off your legs.”

“Do it I dare you.”

“God.”

“It’s not my fault it’s somehow freezing and super hot at the same time.”

Thankful, he thought you had finally found a comfortable spot because you stopped. He was wrong because you started moving.

Fed up with you, he quickly turned around and grabbed your leg.

“Stop.” You stretched down to push his hand off of you when he grabbed your hand and quickly held it up against the pillow next to your head. He did the same with your other and caged you under him with his legs.

You were breathless as you stared up at him. Finding the proximity intoxicating.

He was panting against you as he stared down at your face.

He watched enthralled as you whispered the undeniable words:

“Fuck me.”

+ + +

His boxers had been flung somewhere across the room and he had your legs right around his waist.

He followed your rules. No excessive gestures and no eye contact.

He hated it. He absolutely hated not being able to cup your face as he stared down at your nose, his cock thrusting into your at a languid pace. Slow and torturous.

Instead, his hand grabbed at the pillow beneath your head.

Bucky moaned as he felt you squeeze around him.

“God, you know just how to do it to me.” He mumbles, licking his lips.

“Faster.” You whine, tightening your legs around him.

His thrusts pick up speed as he continues to fuck you for several minutes. Eventually he switches to hold onto the head board.

His right hand leaves it to hold onto your waist and his eyes goes to where his dick is fucking you.

You were so perfect for him. If this were another lifetime, he knows he could be good for you. He knows this could’ve have had a different ending. You were so good.

When his orgasm hits him, he flicks your clit with his thumb and he unravels with you. You both cum together.

When he goes to bed later than night after slipping out of you and throwing away the condom, you don’t feel used like you used to. At least you don’t think you do.

But you still wished you didn’t love him anymore. You wished he felt the same, and you wished you had the strength to stop torturing yourself.

As you looked out into the city with your bare back facing his front, you reminded yourself that Bucky Barnes would never love you.  

This would always be just sex. And when it came to your friendship, it had no future. You were to both go separate ways at the end of this mission.

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[yandere-sins]

Hey there^^ Haven't done a request for quite a while but I'm pretty stuck myself and I could really use something to lift my mood, too, and your writing always does that :) So, I thought of Satan or Lucifer with prompt 3 and 34, maybe? If it's not too much it'd be nice if the reader could be rather anxious (my anxiety is really acting up these days .-.) but that's not that important

Have a nice day and stay healthy ^^

Blue

Hi Blue! Thank you for requesting ^-^ I decided to do some Satan bc I have another Lucifer request and this way we can have some variety :D Please enjoy! ^-^

Pills - “Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?”

Stickers - “One more time. I’m giving you one more chance to stop fucking resisting.

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“Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy, right?”

His demand sounded reasonable, and his voice was calm. Still, the hand clutching your thigh was too rough with your skin, the fingers digging into it painfully. Immediately, you stopped bopping your foot, a nervous habit you hadn’t even noticed you started.

How long had you been sitting in his lap for now? An hour? Two? It felt like the whole morning and was probably more like the entire day, but through the partially hidden window in Satan’s room, you couldn’t make out the time of day, even if the Devildom had varying daytime-lightning outside. But this way, you could only count the pages Satan had already read as any indications of time, even though it wasn’t a reliable source.

Clenching your fists on top of your legs, you wondered what else there was you could do. Perhaps it was one thing to read the day away, but it was an entirely different one when you were just the lapdog to someone doing it. Even if you showed interest in books, Satan preferred to keep you close to him, and unfortunately, his favorite reading chair didn’t allow two people to read comfortably. That, and the constant fear you might actually find something useful to slip out of his grip, made him decide that you could read only with him or not at all.

It was just a problem that the language of the book he was reading wasn’t one you could understand.

All you were reduced to was a stiff, anxious, warm body sitting on top of him, hoping that soon Satan would decide to do anything else. You couldn’t live with his suggestions of taking baths together or being left alone for hours to no end while he took care of daily business, but this was the third day in a row where things were simply... too calm.

You had been quick to cease bringing up arguments. Satan had scared you once when he grew angry before your life took this turn by his side. Still, it was nothing compared to the violent and oppressive force he used on you now when you acted ‘unsuitable’, as he called it. Part of you wanted nothing more than to scratch his face, bite and kick, but when you brought up the courage to stand up for yourself and your rights, his exuding magic alone made you crumble to your knees in primal, inferior fear, knowing all the bad things he would do to you if you pushed it any more than you already had.

Wherever he took the patience from, it was wearing thin regardless of its masses.

That, and that alone, was the reason you even listened to what he said.

Looking down at yourself, you might not have been able to see any bruises left on you, but you felt them in every flinching of your muscles. The soreness, the pain - they never disappeared, and Satan wasn’t going to help you forget by applying magic to heal them.

Instead, he caressed your thigh with his hand, fingers circling over your skin menacingly. Perhaps from an outside view, it looked almost sweet, but you felt nothing short of a warning from his touch. Every touch was calculated. A game. Maybe he truly wanted to help you calm, but you wouldn’t have put it past Satan to actually try and provoke you to do something stupid. It was his way of forgiving the bad things he did to you, much like an eye for an eye. He disapproved of many things, but he couldn’t quite justify his actions if you didn’t act up. Satan swore up and down that he preferred cats over dogs, but god beware you’d behave like one. Unknown sadistic tendencies seemed to ride him when it came to you, and from what you understood, you were his place of comfort and peace when you were in his arms and his punchbag if you made his days worse than they needed to be.

But arguably, you were just his; all he needed, either way.

Worse thoughts crossed your mind than this. Ideas of how similar he was to Lucifer when it came to oppressing, but you would have taken the eldest brother’s help without even a moment of hesitation. At the same time, you wanted nothing more than to get away from Satan. 

Encountering a sudden change of mood was what you feared the most. It happened too often. Satan wasn’t that hard to please, but he unexpectedly and sharply changed moods for no apparent reasons, just like a teenager.

What if he read a passage in his book he disliked? What if your foot began to bop again? What if your breathing was too loud? What if he decided you were too heavy... When would it stop? When would the worries finally go away?

He loved you. He told you he loved you, so why were you a prisoner in his room? Why did he refuse to let you go? See other people? Sleep in your own bed for a change? And why was he enraged every time such a wish crossed your mind?

The book in his hand lowered as you sunk deeper and deeper into your panicked thoughts, wondering what you should do from now on to stay on his good side and maybe regain your privileges. So many emotions fogged your senses; you didn’t even hear him take a deep breath as his eyes narrowed while they focused on your leg, nervously bopping up and down again.

However, you did notice the sudden jerk as he threw you off his lap, pain shooting through your body as you scrapped your knees on the floor. You hit the stacks of books Satan threw you into, hardcovers falling down on you, making you yelp as they felt like bombs raining down onto your body.

“What’s the matter this time?” he asked, standing up and closing the book. It took a lot of courage to look up at him, Satan’s pretty face and perfect posture as intimidating as the waspish shine in his deep green eyes. You perceived it as cold and belittling as he looked down on you, standing over your legs.

“I want to go home--” you whispered, close to tears as you averted your eyes from his, unable to look at him when he glared back at you so resentfully.

“[Name],” he called out to you in the most condescending way you could imagine someone speaking your name. However, you no longer could bear looking him in the eyes, and so, you let your head hang low, expecting the worst but hoping it was over soon.

“How long will you keep complaining. I was so good to you the last few days, wasn’t I? It’s all because you said you were unhappy with me, so I bettered myself, yet, you behave just the same. When will you realize this is home?”

Hearing this from him, you felt your heart break. Hearing that this dangerous, painful situation should be a norm and comfort for you made you want to throw up. But at the same time, it rose your spirits, and before you knew it, you were back on your wobbling feet, the pain being suppressed by adrenaline as you grabbed Satan by the collar. In retrospect, you realized you had been just like a frightened animal and snapped as he came too close for comfort.

“THIS ISN’T MY HOME! YOU ARE KEEPING ME HERE AGAINST MY WILL! WAKE UP, SATAN!” you screamed at him as loud as you could. Perhaps you wished for a stunned realization overcoming him, or maybe that someone else could hear you outside this little, private room. But it wasn’t like anyone came running to help anyway.

Instant regret flooded your mind as you felt his hands grip your wrists, the book he had held onto falling to the ground with a loud thud. A zip of magic sparked from where he grabbed you, burning through your body like venom. It was no question who was the stronger animal in this struggle, your body falling back and down into the pile of books with just one step Satan took forward. But with your hands still anchored in his clothes, you pulled him with you, and on top, giving him a chance to pin you down on the uncomfortable bed of books.

Though it felt like your bones were breaking under the pressure and awkward position, your will hadn’t been affected as much yet, your body instinctively pushing against him, even though it was futile.

“One more time. I’m giving you one more chance to stop fucking resisting.” The words escaped him through clenched teeth, a hostile fire flickering in his eyes that you were forced to stare into. You knew you had it coming for you. His rage. His anger. There was no way out now, and once again, you had made the situation worse for you than needed. Finally, as you felt your ragged breath fill your lungs unreliably, you calmed down, tears shooting to your eyes while the sobs escaped from your mouth.

For a minute or two Satan merely let you bawl it out, the streams of tears falling down your cheeks and onto the books beneath you, but it was of no concern to either of you. At least now, he didn’t tell you to cease your sadness too, and you realized all he wanted was for you to stop attacking him, even if it was unfair when he apparently was allowed to.

Instead, you found yourself being scooped into his arms, face pressed into his shoulder as you hugged him instinctively. His hold was right out of a book about how to console crying children, his hands perfectly falling to your head and back, calmingly rubbing over the hurt part of your body.

“Please...” you sobbed into his shirt.

“I love you. I will always love you, even if you do this to me,” he assured you. You didn’t want it. Not his love, not being held by him like this, not him playing the victim in this scenario. As if it was your fault he had to do these terrible things.

“Just... please...”

“Forever. We will stay together.”

His words did nothing to help you, even more crying ensuring as they laid down heavily on your mind.

“You’re all I have. All that only belongs to me,” Satan whispered while you shook your head softly, rubbing in the wet stains into his clothes and wishing it was all just a nightmare that you could wake up from.

“That’s why, from now on, I will be the only one for you as well.”

But you never woke up from it.

[You can find the prompt list here]

[beeceit]

You have some fair points, and I definitely am not saying that someone who has done well and truly evil things cannot become a good person if they work at it. It's more that I can't read early red hood comics without looking at the man behind the curtain

During the time Jason was dead they essentially retconned his character by insisting that he was violent and unskilled and bound to be a criminal, but none of that was ever really present. They also try very very hard to push the idea that being from crime ally meant he was inherently evil and Bruce was trying to change fate by teaching him to be good

The real world reason is they needed readers to trust that Tim Drake would be safe, because the only way to make Batman not a monster for taking on another Robin is to make Jason's death not Bruce's fault but Jason's. But instead of focusing on how it was a brash decision made in a moment of panic to save an innocent- his MOTHER of all people- and pushing extra for Tim to be trained to keep his personal feelings and vigilantism separate, they decided to make it so that Jason was just inherently a bad Robin and was bound to die regardless. (Which would still make Batman a terrible mentor and guardian for letting him continue fighting if he "always knew" but they gloss over that)

But one of the biggest differences between Tim and Jason is their backgrounds, and they NEEDED Tim to be better than Jason so readers would believe in Robin again. So Jason, being a homeless kid from crime alley, becomes a loose cannon and violent and reckless. And Tim, being a wealthy trust fund kid in an elite boarding school, becomes the opposite. Nevermind how Tim shows more recklessness than Jason actually did. Their actions and motivations are painted completely differently

Everything Jason does as red hood feels like such a sudden change of character because the resurrected Jason essentially IS a new character based on a game of telephone between a select few of his Robin era comics and a real life decade of slandering his character while he was dead.

Talia was portrayed as horrendously evil at this point (which was probably heavily influenced by racist writers tbh) so a lot of it could definitely be attributed to her training and manipulation. I personally interpret it as her setting up a test to see if Bruce would accept Damian, if she groomed the son he already loved into a monster and he still could love him, then their already monstrous son would be safe with him. That and the trauma of his death are the only real in story reasons that feel like explanations for why he could change so much. But it still feels wildly out of character for who Jason was established to be before his death, for him to do things like stripping Dick and Damian (who was like 10 at the time) to their underwear and putting them in front of cameras to let Gotham vote to expose their identity

I think a writing team who genuinely knew and loved the Jason that really existed before his death would have handled him way differently. I can see Jason coming back harder, I can see him coming back hurt and angry. I can even see a true to himself Jason still becoming a crime lord and lethal force because he loves Crime Alley and Batman neglects it, so he has to fight back for Crime Alley in the only way he knows will work

And instead he got written by people who decided his natural hair color was ginger and Bruce forced him to dye it black, even though in this continuity Jason already had black hair when they met

Of course the past is already set in stone, what happened was what happened. I just really wish he was handled with more care and respect than he was, instead of just becoming a vessel for the violent classism of the writers

I used to give the 'lazarus pit madness' trope for jason so much shit unless it was a REALLY good fic that did something interesting with the idea. But the more I read of pre52 red hood the more I'm just like "yeah no I have absolutely no idea how I'd reconcile all this heinous shit he's done without finding a way to make it not his fault actually"

I hate the 'jason was always a monster and bruce couldn't save him' nonsense so much, he was literally just a homeless little boy. MY BUDDY LITERALLY WILLINGLY WENT BACK TO BEING HOMELESS BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT TO HURT PEOPLE FOR MA GUNN EVEN THOUGH IT MEANT GIVING UP FOOD AND SHELTER AND DECENT TREATMENT

jason sweetheart I'm so sorry dc butchered you like this my god

When the characterization is so inconsistent the fandom has to resort to literal magic to explain it.

But seriously, I haven’t read a whole lot of Jason as Robin but from what I did read he was so tiny and just wanted to do good. It’s a disservice to every character involved for Bruce to adopt him because he thought he’d be a criminal otherwise. It implies Bruce thinks of every kid living in poverty as a shoe in for crime and not as some of the most vulnerable individuals in low SE areas. Which is just…so bad considering he’s 1) a rich white man stereotyping a large group of people and 2) someone that fights crime because of an act of violence commited in front of him as a little boy. A Batman that doesn’t believe in the goodness of a child (especially one like Jason who, like you said, gave up basic necessities for the sake of his morals) and protecting it in a way he wasn’t protected is a very very weird Batman to me. So it turns Bruce into a white knight and redhood into confirmation of Bruce’s stereotyping and paranoia.

If it was just Jason thinking that’s why Bruce took him in it would be a completely different animal. I might have even enjoyed reading about how Jason rationalized their changed relationship after he came back swinging (literally) and thinking that it’s some innate characteristic about him that drove the wedge between him and Bruce before he even realized it was there. But it’s very much not just Jason. EVERYONE. FUCKING. SAYS. IT. And tbh that kinda ruins everyone just a bit in my eyes. If not agreement and support for Bruce’s bs, they’re at least silently complicit in perpetuating it.

But beyond that, it also makes me think of Devin Grayson’s run where she kept fucking talking about how dick was “meant for crime” or would have obviously been a criminal if it wasn’t for Bruce. This was built on frankly awful stereotypes regarding Romani people. I bring this one up because the combination of the two does not make Bruce look as good as the writers seemed to think.

But if we ignore the bs involved and take the reason for Jason’s adoption at face value, I think it offers an interesting comparison between him and Damian. Jason is presented a child destined for a life of crime who eventually became one of The Villains despite Batman’s efforts. Damian was an heir destined for crime who eventually became one of The Heroes because of Batman’s efforts. Idk it’s just interesting to me.