#and stuff like him in this event have made a lot of the fandom turn him into a joke of a character

[eriace]

clear as a glass ; jo togame

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which jo togame quietly carries feelings for his longtime friend, never saying a word—until a moment of quiet changes everything. ↷ jo togame ; windbreaker

↳ an order of frappuccino from anonymous in the comeback cafe event !

(author's note: I DON'T WRITE FOR WINDBREAKER but now that i think about it, i do know windbreaker, so sure i'll write for that fandom too.)

THE SUN DIPPED low over Makochi, brushing the edges of the sky with amber and gold. The city buzzed in its usual rhythm, but on the rooftop of the hangout spot, the world felt unusually still.

Y/n sat cross-legged beside Jo Togame, a half-finished can of soda in her hands. She glanced over at him, noting the usual unreadable calm on his face. He was watching the sky, like he always did when he didn’t want to talk.

But she knew better. She always did.

“You’re quiet today,” she said softly, nudging his elbow.

Jo glanced at her. “I’m always quiet.”

“Yeah,” she smirked. “But this is extra quiet. The ‘thinking too much’ kind.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a slow sip of his drink, then set it down carefully between them. The space between their shoulders barely spanned a few inches—but it might as well have been miles.

They’d been friends since middle school. Biking home together. Trading snacks. Sitting in silence that never felt awkward—until now.

“Jo?”

“Mm?”

“If I told you I liked someone, would you be weird about it?”

He stiffened slightly. A beat too long before he answered. “…Depends who it is.”

“Someone close. Someone I see a lot.”

Jo’s fingers tensed around his can.

“You don’t usually talk about that stuff,” he said.

“Maybe I want to now.” Her tone softened. “I figured if I didn’t say anything soon, I might lose my chance.”

The wind passed between them, carrying the faint scent of the ramen shop below.

Jo turned his face away. “Who is it?”

She stared at the back of his ear. The slope of his jaw. The quiet intensity he always carried with him.

“You.”

Jo froze.

The silence stretched. Then:

“…Say it again?”

“You,” she repeated, heart in her throat. “I like you, Jo.”

Jo didn’t say anything. He just sat there, unreadable, unblinking. It made her chest twist painfully.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just… I had to get it out. You’ve always been there and I kept pretending I didn’t feel this way but I—”

Her words died as Jo’s hand reached out—slow, careful—and took hers.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he murmured. “How you bring two drinks even when I said I didn’t want one. How you sit close when you’re cold and pretend it’s not on purpose.”

He looked at her then, really looked.

“I’ve been trying not to ruin this. Because I’ve liked you for a long time.”

Y/n blinked. “…Wait, what?”

Jo gave her the tiniest smirk. “You heard me.”

“You’re seriously saying this now? After all this time?”

“You brought it up first.”

“You could’ve said it first!”

“You would’ve panicked and run.”

She opened her mouth, then shut it, pouting.

Jo leaned in, resting his forehead against hers.

“I like you too,” he whispered. “If that wasn’t clear.”

Y/n melted.

Later, when they walked down from the rooftop, fingers laced together, Jo didn’t say much.

But his hand never let go.

© eriace ;; don’t repost my works.

[lukolabrainrot]

Calm theory anon here again!! Lord knows I'm exhausted of this little girl but I wanted to touch on what all we have seen since Italy Birthday trip and Lukes recent like. 1. It was reported by someone who took a photo with Luke at the airport that he was alone. Meaning he flew back by himself. Rumor that he left two days before 2. We got radio silence from the group for a while. 3. Rory unfollowed sienna then it was reported on by the fan pages and then he followed her back. 4. Sienna unfollowed Jack Vine (this is the guy that Luke stays with when he didn't have a house) then it was reported on by the fan pages and she followed him back. The last couple days she's unfollowed him again. 5. Charmaine reposted on TikTok about NDA👀 6. Rory takes a trip with his mom. 7. Sienna likes a post of Hannah Dodd and Nicola from fashion week. 8. Sienna hasn't liked any type of photos of A since early August nor did she like that last Luke post. Now with all this information I'm sure we all can come up with some conclusions. I do think that Luke set up some type of NDA which in my opinion was necessary. We have to remember that Luke's management team is actually a very well-known and establish team this was told to me by people in the PR field. He doesn't have newbies. Now I'm sure that pissed a lot of his friends off. It made them keep quiet about things that they might not have wanted to be quiet about. We clearly see something going on. Now Luke liking A stuff. it was 10 1/2 hours after she posted on her grid with a story posted after four hours of the photos being live. Now the posting to her stories of the grid picture is a new thing. That didn't start till after Italy. What does that tell me? She knows that his notifications for her has been probably turned off. So in order for him to see her photos, she would have to post it in her story which he most likely watches those. This particular photo wasn't liked until after Nicola posted at the concert. I don't believe in coincidences. He got a notification that Nicole posted. Then he went online afterwards watching Nicola story. Now who to say it's not part of his NDA that he has with her that. But as I was thinking about all of this today, one of the interviews that Nic and Luke came to mind. When they were discussing red flags. And one of the questions was keeping up with an ex. Nic said something like I feel that how you speak of your ex says a lot about you or something like that. Remember, Luke listens to every single thing that Nikola has said. She's the one person in this world that he remembers how they met down to the chairs they had sat on. So he would remember stuff like this. So it could be an NDA thing or it could be him trying to be civil with his ex. Regardless of the like which does not tell you anything. The only thing that tells me is she is desperate for that like. She has to put it in her story so that he will see it, she wants that like so bad that she's doing something she never had to do before. Why does she want the like so bad? Because she can control the fandom. Every time Luke likes this girls picture people spiral. it's like on a photo. He's not commenting on it. He's not giving her heart eyes. He's not sharing it to his stories. He liked the picture. We don't know the reason why and we will never know. All I'm saying there is a lot going on BTS that's clearly evident by how they're all moving. We just gotta wait for Nicola to speak more. Remember, her voice should always outshine this girl's voice. Nicola has given us all hints that something more is happening. Let's trust her please

As always, love your thoughts and theories!

Here are some additional theories/thoughts I have about the SM events from today. Disclaimer: These are just my thoughts and interpretations based on all the publicly available information I have seen recently. So please do not take this as 100% fact!

N didn't post her Chappell Roan story until almost midnight her time

L THEN preceded to like A's post approximately 30 minutes after N's CR story- which at that point was technically the day AFTER A made her post

So my little delulu theory is that N went home to L after the concert with her besties, they cuddled up and caught up, N posted her story, this made L log on to IG and prompted him to do his obligatory like of miss A's post after seeing A's story

Some additional notes/thoughts:

Even if N DIDN'T go home to L, all of the available information Calm Theory Anon and I have laid out here tells me this. L DOES NOT HAVE NOTIFICATIONS ON FOR A AND IS NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT SHE IS POSTING. L IS DOING THIS WITH N THOUGH.

He also liked A's post within a really short time of N's CR story. Now, the only thing this definitively says is that L/N were on their IG accounts around the same period of time. But this was around 12:30 AM their time. It was pretty late at night, and like it's just an interestingggg coincidence if L/N were separate and just both getting on SM around the same time at that time at night. We also know N tends to go on SM when she is getting ready for bed (N has said this). And she posted the CR story around the time she most likely was getting home from the concert. I think there are just a lot of signs/clues pointing that L/N were together around midnight their time. And L was NOT at the CR concert, so that means she would have met up with L AFTER the concert. And if she was meeting L after the concert at that time at night, they were probably with each other the rest of the night. So this is what leads me to believe that N went home to L OR L got the notification for N's story and got on SM and saw A's story. The timing of it all is just very interestingggg to me 🤔

Lastly, A had to essentially BEG L for this like. Why does L still have to like her posts? I have no definitive answer. My thoughts are it's some sort of contractual agreement. Regardless, these likes have no direct indication of L/A's relationship BTS. If I look at the full picture of EVERYTHING, all the signs indicate that L/N are spending more time together (or just since August decided to start publicly hinting to the fandom that they are spending a lot of time together). And all the signs point to L/A not being on good terms, and that there was some sort of rupture in L's friend group around the Italy bday trip.

These are just my thoughts though. What does everyone else think?

[rwi-writes]

A little bit of privacy

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial! This is my first piece of writing in a long time so I may be a bit rusty.

Fandom: Arcane Pairing: Silco x male!Reader (could be also read as gender neutral) Warnings: some tiny sexual innuendos, but nothing actually happens (even if it may seem like it will) Synopsis: Silco cannot stand being bothered unannounced, but nobody really questions it why. A man like him maybe just needs some alone time to de-stress from the hardships of being in control of an entire city.

Despite being a leader of quite a big faction within the Undercity, Silco fancied himself as a person who liked his privacy and alone time. Not that he got a lot of it, but even the evillest of men needed a break from controlling an entire city. So it was an unspoken rule among his people that, unless it was an emergency, all requests to see him must be transmitted through Silvika, and she will give them a time and day. But not everyone was up-to-date with this, and sometimes people would randomly burst into his office, unannounced and uninvited.

Such event happened on a pretty normal day during the golden age of Silco's control over the Undercity. Shimmer was flowing plentifully to and from the city through the newly constructed Hexgates. Every other random homeless person in the Undercity was addicted to the stuff. Other faction leaders made alliances just to get their hands on some of that shimmer. Everything was going good.

Silco was in his office, taking a well deserved break. When suddenly, the door opened wide to reveal two large men who looked like they had muscles instead of brains. The two meatheads walked in and started complaining about some people at the bar drinking too much and causing a scene. Silco didn't let them finish talking.

"Why are you telling me this? Do I look like the all-controlling force of the bar? Talk to someone who actually has time to deal with such mundane tasks." His tone was sharp and strict. It sent shivers down the two men's spines. Even they knew they fucked up by coming here, so they couldn't wait to leave and hope that their boss will forget about this.

He spoke a few words to dismiss them from his office.  As the door closed behind the two meatheads, Silco sighed. "I cannot stand these people sometimes." He groaned, moving his chair away from the desk. "Why can't they just let me be alone for two fucking seconds?"

A chuckle broke his train of thought. You got up from the confined space under the desk, stretching your muscles, hoping to get rid of the ache and pain. "A better question is why do I have to keep hiding from everyone?" You walked in front of Silco, taking your gun out of its holster and bringing it to your temple. "As your most trusted hitman, I could blow their brains out and leave no trace behind." You said, half seductively, knowing Silco enjoyed your little shows of power.

"Darling, if I let you kill every man that came in your path, I will be out of people to do my bidding." He responded in a low, steady voice. "Plus I like keeping my personal life private, away from the eyes of people who would rather want me dead than happy."

"All I am offering you is a solution to your problems..." You point the gun towards the door. "Just say the word and boom!" You say as you motion taking a shot at someone. But of course, you wouldn't do anything without your boss' permission. You put the gun back and turn to face Silco again.

Your eyes meet in a staring contest that last just enough for the both of you to burst into small laughter. Silco gently grabs your hand and gives it a kiss. Your hand caresses his scarred face. Your time together has resumed, and it won't be interrupted for another couple of hours. Life is good, even for the evil.

[caribbean1989]

Stage Fright - a Baby Lasagna fanfiction

Who: Marko Purisic / Baby Lasagna Request: maybe smt where you work for esc and marko has a panic attack before going on the stage and your there for him calming him down and stuff. just angsty with lots of comfort. Requested by: anonymous. Word count: 2010 Warnings: contains descriptions of panic attack / anxiety / stage fright. Lots of angst, but also some comfort 😇

A/N: I usually write footballer imagines and fandom whump, so writing something like this is quite new to me. Hope you'll like it, let me know what you think of it 😇 If you want me to write more like this, you can always make a request through my Asks 😉

This story can also be found on my AO3 account, here. For more information on my Baby Lasagna fanfics, see this masterpost.

At your job working backstage at concerts and events, you were one of the people making sure everything went smoothly backstage, and that the performers had all they needed. This month you would be working at the Eurovision Song Contest. 

Today was the biggest day of all: the final.  You felt confident. Everything had been rehearsed endlessly, the semi-finals had already gone well, and you had built up a good relationship with most of the performers and their entourages. 

It was a nice group of artists this year, but one still was your personal favourite: Baby Lasagna. At first you were drawn to the Croatian candidate because of the rather unusual name, but you quickly learned he went by Marko off-stage, and was somewhat different from the other participants. He was a flamboyant personality on-stage, which proved to be the complete opposite of how his personality was off-stage. 

You didn’t need long to see Marko was actually rather shy, could be very insecure, and was humble and polite. There was a cheeky side to him as well once you got to know him better. You liked that about him, and, without actively trying to, you already formed a rather close friendship with him in only this short time of working together. 

That was why you immediately knew something was wrong when you found Marko sitting alone on the day of the final, huddled away from everything and everyone.  He sat amongst crates of sound equipment, on the floor, in a dark corner of the backstage maze, hugging his knees. His hands were clamped so tightly around his legs that his fingers had turned white, and he trembled like a leaf in the wind.  Marko had chosen a spot far from the foot traffic from and to the stage, hidden even from his own entourage, and it was a small miracle that you stumbled upon him like you had. 

"Marko?" You lowered yourself onto your haunches in front of him, but mindful to keep enough distance between yourselves so not to frighten him or make him feel more uncomfortable.

He looked disheveled, only vaguely aware of his surroundings, and surely not in control of his emotions.  In this moment he was not the extroverted Baby Lasagna, he was introverted Marko. The eccentric costume he wore on stage was replaced by regular jeans and a black hoodie. The make-up wasn’t applied yet, which might be a good thing, because you saw the tears on his face. The haunted look in his eyes scared you, worrying you even more about his well-being. 

Suddenly your mind went to a line from the song he was performing with here this week. 

My anxiety attacks.

Whilst Rim Tim Tagi Dim had people dancing all over the world, you couldn’t help but notice its darker meaning, too. And it clicked into place for you now. That line about anxiety wasn’t just a line. It actually held truth for Marko, and the proof of that was right in front of your eyes with him having a serious panic attack. 

"Marko?" You repeated softly.  His gaze flickered to you, but he didn’t acknowledge your presence in any other way.  "I need you to talk to me," you nudged carefully.  Marko swallowed hard. He made every effort to get himself to speak, but couldn’t. The words he meant to say got involuntarily silenced on their way to his mouth, and, finally, he just sadly shook his head. Fresh tears fell as he rested his forehead on his knees, shrinking even more into himself. 

Your heart broke for him. It was hard to believe you only met him a week and a half ago, with how much you already cared for him. 

Marko shivered in his hoodie. His breaths became even more rapid and shallow, accompanied by the occasional wheeze or whimper. He was losing more and more control over himself with every heartbeat of his racing pulse. Where first maybe only his hands had shook, there now wasn’t a muscle in his body that wasn’t shaking. He raised his head and looked up at you again, this time really seeing you. 

Marko’s lower lip trembled, and it took effort, but finally he got some words out. "Help me…" "I’m trying," you answered helplessly. You wanted nothing more than to help him, take him out of this panic attack, but you really had no idea where to begin. "Do you need me to bring someone from your team over?" "No!" Marko nearly jumped a foot into the air at the mere idea of that. "They don’t need to see me like this. I’m a mess, I…" "Calm down, calm down," you tried to ease. "We can do this. You and I, we can get you through this."

Having suffered from panic attacks yourself, you suddenly remembered what your sister used to do for you to get you to calm down. "Marko." You got his attention. "I want to try something to help you calm down. Are you okay with me touching you?" He still was in the height of his panic attack, with fear wild in his eyes, but he still nodded his head. He wasn’t sure what you had in mind, but he trusted you.

You scooted closer to him, fully sitting down on the floor by his side. Marko trembled heavier than ever and he was truly hyperventilating now. Tears sparkled in his eyes, but he gave in to you. He wanted for you to offer comfort and take him out of this anxiety. 

"Close your eyes," you said softly.  Marko hesitated for just a second, but slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t know you for that long, yet you felt secure and safe to him. "Whenever you’re no longer comfortable with anything I’m doing, you need to tell me," you insisted, "and I’ll stop immediately." Marko gave you a strained nod, but he surrendered to you. 

You moved slowly, making sure not to make any unexpected movements which would cause Marko any more fright.  You placed one of your hands flat on his chest. Only now you realised how heavy this panic attack actually was for him. His chest heaved and trembled under your hand, and now that you were closer to him, you heard the whimpers that were hidden in the wheezes of his breathing.  With your other hand you picked up his wrist, gently pressing two fingers against the pulse point. As you had expected, his heart was racing. 

"I need you to focus on my hand on your chest." You kept your voice as calm and serene as possible. Marko dipped his head once, eyes still firmly pressed shut.  "Whenever I press into your chest, I need you to breathe in through your nose, and try and press my hand away with your chest," you instructed, "when I release the pressure, you exhale slowly through your mouth." Marko wanted to speak, show you he had understood, but he found his words once again stolen from him by the panic attack. Instead, he dipped his head once again, but it was all the confirmation you needed. 

You slowly and gently pressed the palm of your hand a little firmer into his chest.  Marko took a shaky breath. He did his best to get his lungs to fill properly and get his chest to give counter-pressure against your hand, but couldn’t quite manage.  "It’s alright," you eased him, "take your time. Just focus on the rhythm of the pressure of my hand and try to breathe with that." You felt how Marko was really trying to, but also how he wasn’t succeeding yet. His inhales were broken by shudders, and his exhales disrupted by sudden and involuntary gulps.  "That’s it," you encouraged anyway, "easy does it."

Your hand never left his chest as you gently applied pressure and released it, with Marko doing his utmost best to get his breathing to fall in sync with it. You spoke soft encouragements, yet the silent moments in between were filled with Marko’s quiet whimpers.  It didn’t matter to you how long it would take, you would help Marko through this. 

---

Eventually, you sat with Marko like that for well over 30 minutes. There was no reason to rush anything. Soundchecks for the grand finale of tonight wouldn’t be starting for another few hours, so you gave him all the time he needed to pull himself out of this panic attack.

Marko’s pulse had returned to a regular, calm rhythm, as had his breathing. His trembling had subsided, but he sat beside you looking worn out from everything he had just gone through. 

You gently let your hand fall away from Marko’s chest for the first time again. You kept a close eye on him, but he was able to keep his breaths calm by himself now. "Open your eyes," you said softly. Marko slowly did so. Even though the area where you sat was dimly lit, he still squinted at the light. He ran slightly trembling fingers through his silvery hair, before he finally looked up at you sitting next to him. 

"I’m sorry about that." Marko sounded tired. "No need to apologise." You shook your head. "May I ask what happened?" "This happened." Marko chuckled wryly, motioning his hands to the area around you. "I’ve never performed at an event of this magnitude before. And… well, my stage fright took the better of me, I guess. It does that sometimes."

The airiness with which he spoke of his stage fright was pitiful, almost like it was the most common thing in the world for him. "But it doesn’t often get this bad, I reckon," you said sympathetically.  "No." Marko sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair once more. "It doesn’t usually lead to a full-blown panic attack, and certainly not like this one, but, apparently, big stages lead to big anxiety." A dark chuckle followed. "That’s not even remotely funny," you scoffed. Marko gave a one-shouldered shrug. "I’m used to it by now."

He shifted his body, grunting softly as he stretched his cramped legs out in front of him. He leaned his head back against one of the crates behind him and glanced up at the ceiling for a moment. 

"But what you did really helped me." He spoke after a few seconds of silence. "I’m not quite sure I would have gotten through this one on my own, so I’m really grateful." You shrugged. "I’ve got a bit of experience with panic attacks as well, I’m afraid. So I know how bad they can get."

Marko’s gaze slowly shifted back to you. "Yourself or helping someone deal with it?" "Myself, unfortunately." You sat back into a more comfortable position, too. "Some events in life leave more scars than you can imagine," you added darkly.  "I’m sorry." Marko shortly rested a hand on your arm in support.  "What I just did with you, my sister used to do that for me whenever my anxiety flared up," you explained, "it always helped me through it, so…" You let your voice trail off.  "Well, tell her it’s a good technique." Marko winked lazily. "And I’m glad you’re the one who found me just now. Thank you." The sincere thankfulness was in his voice and in every fibre of his being. 

The two of you talked for a while longer, before Marko slowly hoisted himself back onto his feet. He looked steady again, ready to go, and a glimpse of the extroverted Baby Lasagna shone through the cracks again. 

"Will you be alright?" You stood back up, too.  "Yes." Marko nodded confidently. "I know it sounds strange, especially after what you’ve seen just now, but it feels like I needed to get this out of my system in order to be ready for tonight." You chuckled, glad to see the sparkle of joy back in his eyes, instead of the sparkle of tears and panic. "Come see me if anything threatens to overwhelm you again." Marko nodded gratefully. "I sure will."

[egg-emperor]

something unfortunate is a majority of people you know who somewhat regularly create Eggman stuff likely don't like me much or outright despise me for various different reasons. I'm on a mutual block with most of them too

whether it's due to me asking for credit for stuff I made (which takes extra effort with my disability and they know this), my character opinions on Eggman, the way I like to analyze and educate on his game portrayal, my headcanons and preferences, my interest and exploration of his evilness, the ways I will and won't ship him, various kinks I involve him in, etc

people also try to tell people I'm a nasty asshole over misinformation about game Eggman or different headcanons but I think those who read into my blog will see I'm never attacking people and I certainly don't in more private places like chats. I think I'm chill but misread a lot because I'm bold and passionate unapologetically

and that's usually something played up to further steer people from interacting with me too as a bunch want me isolated. if you don't like what someone is saying just for having a different opinion, you can just say they were mean about it and people will believe it, that's their tactic

and more recently it's me not addressing current real life events on my blog about Eggman because I've never commented on any since I started posting about him online over 10 years ago. but now more recent fans who don't know how far back this goes have been taking me doing what I've always done as meaning things they don't unfortunately

it's frustrating that as someone who has been an Eggman fan for almost 20 years remembers what it's like to be one of the like 3 Eggman fans while looking around for him online and eventually starting to make stuff yourself to be what you wanted to see in hopes of finding others someday-

to Eggman suddenly exploding in popularity because of Boom or the movies and then newer fans coming in and having a problem with you posting and acting the way you always did before. where you'd think I'd finally find community, I'm kicked out of the space I was in before them

I think some hold me to an impossible high standard to be everything they want to not ruin their idea of me and if I show I'm a real human with feelings, emotions, thoughts and opinions they might not like and agree with sometimes (over fictional things not even real life), they don't like me anymore but I'm not perfect, nobody is

it's fine for people to disagree with me or even dislike me but some then get very hostile and try to turn anyone against me they can, to the point even people who don't entirely hate me are hesitant to associate due to how people might view them for it and that's very frustrating

but I never joined the fandom to become popular. I know what it's like for people to genuinely find the idea of Eggman being sexy to anyone extremely weird and rare lol, it wasn't cool at all when I started, I was the only one I even knew who found him attractive for ages so I never expected fame :P

I realize I'm not the most liked fan for the ways I choose to boldly and openly express myself, how I don't sanitize myself, or lean into the ideal me that people would prefer, despite the full awareness in what would make people like me better. I'm determined to find my place as I am authentically

and I'm building a pretty nice little place for myself over here that's constantly changing in size from bigger to smaller with each uptick in controversy but overall it's becoming one of the most comfortable and chill places to express myself with wonderful followers, mutuals, and askers and I'm very grateful for that 💜

[asharkapologist]

Fandom Opinion Chart + Explanations Under the Cut

I love Giulietta, it's as simple as that,,, her character growth from her selfish attitude towards her sister before the game, to trying to make her way into high society, to returning to her roots but finding love in a man supposed to be her enemy, to trying to stop the gang war that takes almost everything from her, to later leading a resistance against a dictator is incredible to watch. She's the real main character of Crimson Banks and Capital Peak idc. She endures so so much heartache, I cried both times I played In Love and War, that case genuinely makes me feel ill, and yet she manages to get back up because she's just that strong. I hope she was happy after the game ended.

On the other hand, I despise Jack. He makes several sexist comments throughout the game (I've half a mind to compile them to prove my point), and I have no idea how someone as immature and annoying as him managed to get a job in Interpol. His relationship drama with Asal is insufferable to sit through, and the way he constantly whines about her in South America and North America months after they broke up made me want to throw my phone, especially with the awful way he treats her after she's stabbed and almost died. And then in Travel in Time, he's just boring.

I initially didn't like Samson at first because he killed one of my favorite characters for a stupid reason (accompanied by a confusing message--how was Malcolm supposed to know Archie's death was targeted towards him?) but now I love him because his plan was so dumb and he's fun to meme on and he's REALLY hot.

Nebet is like my favorite main antagonist and it's so sad that she's gone for like two whole districts because even though I saw it coming, her betrayal HURT. Like 99% of s6's writing effort went into her, and she would have been a good antagonist even if she hadn't returned after killing her father, but the fact that she comes back and kills her younger self because she changed in exile makes her such an interesting character. I want to know so much about her, her thoughts while she was working with the team, and especially her epiphanies in exile, how she changed in exile and decided to turn against her parents and their goals. That's incredible fanfic material. She's also incredibly beautiful just LOOK AT HER.

Trevor Finn sucks. Fake af shark "expert" who probably just gave himself that title after watching Jaws but never bothered doing any research about sharks because he just spews misinformation and stereotypes about sharks that aren't true. For some reason, Pacific Bay really hated sharks. But other than that, there's not much else to mention about him, when with Jack I at least have stuff to complain about.

I realllly don't like Rozetta and do NOT think she was redeemed, even if Denise was a greater evil. I feel like people brush over the fact that she was KIDNAPPING AND TORTURING HOMELESS PEOPLE TO DEATH. She abducted who knows how many people and conducted horrific, torturous human experimentation on them that only one person (Zoe) survived, and nothing indicated she felt any remorse for those crimes, she only started fighting against Denise when Denise betrayed her and her friends. And even though Zoe escaped, Rozetta started the chain of events that led to Zoe's death. However, that being said, Rozetta is really, really pretty.

Archie is a millionaire and yet he dresses so drab. Lawson isn't as rich as Archie, and yet he dresses more fancy. Also Archie's collar looks weird and like his tie would be strangling him or something

I don't really talk about Penelope, but she (besides Nebet) is my favorite main character of s6! I relate to her a lot because we both like history and writing. I think we'd get along great talking to each other about story ideas, fangirling about fandoms, and talking about history.

Seamus x Giulietta is my favorite because Giulietta is my favorite character and I'm a sucker for tragic, star-crossed lovers. Got really emotionally attached to them even though I knew they wouldn't have a happy ending. Honorable mentions go to Arthur x Bernadine, Archie x Elisa, and Hope x Gwen.

Speaking of Hope x Gwen, they should have been canon instead of Gwen x Pierce. I hate this ship so much. Hope and Gwen had much more chemistry, and the FIRST DISTRICT in s7 proved why Gwen and Pierce wouldn't work out, and then out of nowhere Pierce shows up??? And gets back with Gwen randomly??? Huh??? And they have a kid??? Why. Hope was RIGHT THERE if you wanted someone to comfort Gwen after her mother's death and the complicated relationship she had with her.

I also don't talk about her as much as I should, but I love Priya! I love her character arc, her relationship with Zander is very sweet and well built up throughout the season, and her being a werewolf made her character arc all the more interesting. She's also just a very genuinely kind person, and I feel like she would have been a really good chemistry tutor when I was struggling with it in school lol

Given how annoyed I get with classmates and coworkers who are poor communicators, I would despise being around someone like Frank who's always late, drinking whenever he can, and who treats his female boss incredibly disrespectfully. Plus he eventually becomes a corrupt police officer and yeah, not a fan of those. Wouldn't want to be around one irl. He certainly needs professional help, but I am not the one to give it.

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Aventurine as an undercover uni student AU Part 2

Part One here!

Like ever since i made that first post, I've been thinking about one thing in particular with this au ever since. The first part thinks a lot about Veritas Prime. Haven't really been given much lore yet, but everyday I pray for more Ratio lore so hopefully the day will come.

This idea came to me in pure vibes. Like Aven going down the hallways after class and sees Ratio in the hallways. He isn't supposed to know Ratio in public so he has to keep on moving forward as if he isn't going a bit feral over seeing him. They make eye contact (yes, through the plaster head). To him, its giving The Meeting on the Turret Stairs (1864)

Anyway. Veritas Prime and Ratio: like be so fr that uni is MILKING its relation with ratio and i wouldn't be surprised if the students similarly idolised Ratio like how the researches during the Mundane quest idolised the Geniuses oof

-> considering that Ratio has a pass rate of 3%, i imagine that any students who passed his classes are probably gossiped a lot, especially becasue there aren't a lot of them lol.

->I'm plannning on Aven having two flatmates who actually passed one of Ratio's classes and are now stuck with him for another semester hah. They both complain about having 9 AM lectures with Ratio. Let's just say that Aven's living situation whilst in the uni was not a randomised event ;)

Whilst the uni cannot use Ratio's face for every single piece of merch (tacky and maybe illegal, depending on whether Ratio is cool with it), so they can make merch inspired off of him. It's just ducks LMAOO. So ofc when Aven attends he just buys all of the merch relating to ratio just "for the bit" and to "tease Ratio". Anyway I don't think any of the students there would be sane so i wonder if there is like illegal underground Ratio merch. Like those scammy ones that say stuff like: "buy this shirt with a distinguished lil duck on it and you will pass your final exams. Ignore this and you will have Ratio next semester". Speaking of that, considering Ratio's celeb status like i decided that there are defo shady ass legends surrounding him like: "if you turn off your bathroom light and chant into the mirror 'nous was right' 100 times dr ratio manifests himself and gives you a pop quiz and kills you if you don't get a passing grade (99.9%)

-> why are my braincells focusing on a fictional uni's societies instead of my own uni assignments smh. Anyway i thought that having a duck watching society there would be a cute idea, especially if Ratio was once the President of the society back when he was younger (the only way he interacted with his peers back then RIP)

-> secondly i love how the fandom (including me) saw that he likes rubber ducks and decided that it was a core part of his personality. Wonder if people have unironically tried bribing him with prestigious rubber duckies

-> every single year there are rumours that if you go to the duck watching society you gain enlightenment. after a couple of weeks it leaves only the people who actually like bird watching there. Aven checks it out of boredom.

The schedule of a Stoneheart is probably hella long. In comparison it feels as if theres nothing for Aven to do whilst in uni apart from 'having fun' and 'discovering himself', basically one of the big reasons why people consider going to uni/college

-> i think that forcing Aven into an environment where he doesn't need to do all of That (gambling, high stakes, risking his life, Corporate, taking on a certain persona for the amber lord, etc. etc.) is interesting. Honestly i don't know if i have a very good grasp on Aven's characterization so if anyone has extra ideas im not kidding i'd love to hear them. My current ideas are: you can take the insane gambler out of Pier point but.... so even though he is 'free' from his role as Aven (in speech marks bc would he ever feel free from the IPC, from his inherently unjust destiny, all of his persons, and also because him being a uni student isn't exactly real or very long) he may still hold onto some of those habits.

-> so maybe he would still have a very gaudy sense of fashion (he has impecable fashion imo. i love COLOUR and SLUTTY CUTOUTS, I AM A SIMPLE PERSON) and entering into the occasional competition or bet for fun. But as Ratio did encourage him to explore with things he wouldn't really get away with as a stoneheart, Aven does experiment with his fashion. Like those ugly-ass earrings that never saw the light of day before? Those clearly fake gold rings that make your fingers green? Glitter? Fair game now because no one sensible cares about that sort of thing in uni. Idk if its because I decided i wanted to put on extra af makeup just to go to the grocery store whilst in uni, but i think it would be cool if Aven also experimented with that. Like from using makeup just to cover your dark circles and looking 'acceptable' to putting on obnoxiously loud eye shadow and expressing yourself in another way. (speaking of eyes, he'd be wearing contacts here, can't remember if i put that in the last post? Keep in mind that no eye contacts can give him back the light in his eyes lol)

-> Speaking of gambling, maybe he'd still do it, but with games he wouldn't usually go for (like from poker to mahjong celestial jade?? I don't know enough about gambling. Why did i have to attach myself to a really smart guy and his gambling bf???). Defo does not stake his life or 50 million credits this time around. One of my friends went to a casino to play mahjong but there was no money involved, so maybe that could be another approach, but would that be enough enrichment for Aven though...?

-> his next hobby (that starts off as ironic) is showing up to the Dr Ratio fanclub and demolishing every single fan there. In his essays, he makes sure to reference Ratio's work at least once. He uses the uni library to read Ratio's articles because he is down BAD. People fear that he's developed a parasocial relationship with Dr Ratio. They don't know it's even worse than that /j

Safe to say that Aven still stands out even in a uni full of eccentrics lol

Ideas for the aforementioned OCs: they'd probably play a relatively big part in the story by lowkey adopting Aven (in a "omg that's a first year! absolute child right there --- wait why does he have no light in his eyes?! Well we're now friends" type of way) but IDK. Like usually im pretty wishy washy on having a focus on OCs, but because this AU is set in VP Uni and I wanted Aven to be friends with his two flatmates I thought I might play around with it.

-> Li Bingmei: (李冰梅) an engineering foxian student from the Luofu in her final year, had Ratio for her last semester and her hairline has been flying away since. Notorious in the uni for a) being stuck with dr ratio and b) getting hit by a car whilst on the way to her engineering exams last semester (Dr Ratio took her to the hospital). Is pretty frugal so she just brings her gaming computer to class. When it starts up, each time it sounds like the computer may finally explode. The only thing she has there is university stuff, several viruses and one singular game: the Sims 4 (plus 201 mods). She plays it because it allows her to mess around with fuckass building design and not care about the laws of physics. Her student ID from first year smiled; she now does not give a shit.

-> Leo. A med student, also in his final year. He's from Veritas Prime and mainly decided to attend because it was close to his home, secondly because it was one of the best universities in the whole ass galaxy. Notorious for getting the most chalk throws out of any student (no official record, Ratio neither confirms or deny whether this is true, but his high score is 13 chalk throws in one week. ) One of those medical students who parties nearly every night til 3am but shows up to their 9am every single time. When you look at him, he seems to have no thoughts or survival instincts within him. Has fallen asleep in Ratio's lectures several times but still answers each question to a satisfactorily level. Is extremely concerned for Kakavasha because he thinks that there's a really borderline-toxic parasocial relationship between him and Ratio, ALSO thinks he has a weird situationship with an unknown man because he saw a concerning text message. (It's just Ratio under a different contact name, think 'my dearest pookie bear' or something. Also it was just Ratio contacting Aven about "the children missing him grievously". It was about the cake cats, who were left in his care. The only thing that makes them stop crying is Ratio framing pictures of Aven in the living as if Aven died.)

(I find names really hard. It's lowkey the only thing stopping me from writing about Aven's siter. Asked my friend for some chinese name ideas and hit me with Li Bing, who was a famous chinese hydraulic engineer from 3 b.c. Over the panic call, she told me: the common li family name, then bing as in ice, AKA luo binghe's bing. I decided to add mei because luo binghe's nickname is bingmei because i thought it would be funny. The mei in her name is for plum blossom, not little sister don't worry haha. If my naming sucks ass, please lmk i'm not a native speaker. I chose Leo after my friend who is currently in med school. 50% chance I'll tell him that an OC is named after his middle name.)

Ty for reading this far 💜💚

And ty to @ies999 for letting me ramble about some HCs here!

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The Autobiography of a Sinner || Chapter 4

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Any and all comments would be so so so appreciated, even if its just a small thought! I would absolutly love to talk to people about this fic! I love that those YN videos on tiktok have revived the fandom. In turn, that has given me copious motivation to write. Sorry if this is a boring chapter, next one might be the same as well but I am trying my best to introduce the whole cast and how important they are to the writer. We should be getting into the good stuff soon! If you haven't you should join my discord server! We can talk a lot about the fic!! Link in quotev and wattpad bio) or here: discord.gg/SPNmyV8qJR Love you all and thank you so much for reading!!

Summery:

The retelling of events that led to The Rumbling and the aftermath from the perspective of someone who was a cause of it.

~ (written as an autobiography it is first person and is like you are the one that wrote it.) The perils of being in love with your comrade. Going from childhood friends, to finding yourselves in a strange land completely alone, will cause anyone to grow close. After certain circumstances, they become more distant than they ever had been before. Being forced to come back together again to save the world would seem more challenging than either of them would think.

Category:

Reiner Braun x Gender Neutral Reader

Chapter Warnings:

Fighting, violence

Word count: 6,334

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To Commandant Shades:

I thank you for teaching me how to be my own person. Without your guidance, I would’ve had broken morals. But you helped show me who I really needed to become. May you rest in peace.

↭

After two years on the island, we made it to training. Finally, we were one step closer to returning to our homeland. It was getting unbearable, the feeling like we were getting nowhere in our investigation.

Many nights were spent thinking about returning with nothing in hand. Sometimes, once Reiner fell asleep, we would talk about just leaving. Leaving Reiner behind to finish the mission by himself.

Even though I felt guilty about the thought of leaving him behind, I couldn’t help but resent him at times for the way he was so hell-bent on completing the mission. Reiner told us that he would be the new Marcel, the new leader, and he took that position extremely seriously.

So there we all were, standing in rows along with many others who wished to join the military. Standing straight, all in identical clothes with the same crossed swords embroidered on the back of our beige jackets.

It was ironic. This wasn’t the first time I was joining the military. Not only that, this was the second time I was forced to join the military.

Commandant Shades walked in between people, finding the ones that looked too uncertain, too weak for the work that was required. When he found his next victim, he would abruptly stop in front of them, turning to face them. With a booming voice, laced with aggression, he would ask  “What are you doing there.”

Most people he asked would stutter their words out, intimidated by his presence. But there was one who stood out from the rest. A girl that didn’t shake or stutter when he walked her way. It was almost like she didn’t even notice what was happening as she bit down on her potato.

When the Shades saw her, he froze out of pure shock. He moved, getting right in her face as he yelled at her, demanding her name.

She introduced herself as Sasha Braus. Sasha kept a tight grip on her potato as she gave her salute, explaining as to why she had the potato during such an important moment.

Shades was practically shaking, full of rage and confusion. As he continued to question why. Sasha got more confused as to his line of questioning. 

Eventually, she broke off a small piece, calling it “half” of the potato, and offered it to him. You could hear the humming of a cricket through the silence. 

The sight was funny, I couldn’t help but break a smile, giving a chuckle along with it. Reiner was quick to clear his throat, reminding me to keep myself together. I straightened my face, looking forward to Annie who stood in front of me. Her face, stoic as ever. 

Commandant  Shades punished the girl for her informality by refusing her meal privileges for a week, forcing her to run until sunset.

She was named “Potato Girl” by the other cadets. Just as the Commandant commanded, Sasha ran until the sunset. As she had only started training, she struggled to run around the premises, flailing her arms lowly as she tried to keep going.

It didn’t take much longer until we were eating dinner. Somehow, the slop they gave us was worse than what we were having out on the fields. I didn’t understand how they expected so many people to build up enough strength to become soldiers on such a deficient meal.

Eldians at home didn’t get as fancy or nice meals as Marlyans did, but at least I could call that food. My mother had always been the worst cook I had ever known. But times like those made me miss it dearly. 

Reiner and I were sitting in absolute silence as we ate. Annie and Bertolt decided not to join us, sitting elsewhere, trying to branch out to make new connections. 

Times like these with Reiner killed me. He was a completely different person in a crowd versus when we were alone. When it was just him and I, we could be our true selves, talking about whatever, but when with others, we acted as if we barely knew each other, only talking when necessary.

What made that first night worse, was one of our victims was conveniently sitting right behind us. His name was Eren Yager, a boy who witnessed the horrors of Shiganshina. Horrors we caused.

Many cadets surrounded him, asking for the details of that day. He spoke as if that day didn’t affect him much, answering the questions nonchalantly.

I turned to Reiner, to see what his thoughts were. He was frozen, staring down at his food, as though Eren was about to turn to us and profoundly state “I know you were the ones who did it”.

 I couldn’t tell if Reiner felt remorse for his actions, or was just fearful of us getting caught. Truthfully, if we were caught, we could just simply transform, killing everyone in the vicinity and make our escape. 

Eventually, Eren choked on his food, remembering the true horrors of that day. But he was soon to recover, stating he was ready to slaughter every single titan, every single enemy. 

Knowing that it included me, I couldn’t handle hearing what he had to say any longer. I stood from my seat, and grabbed my food before I left the messhall. I didn’t even give Reiner a glance, letting him wither in his own form of guilt.

I stood on the porch of the mess hall, looking up into the sky as I finished off my bread. A lot of commotion could be heard from inside before the door swung open. 

A girl held Eren over her shoulder. She threw him to the wood of the porch, fixing up her scarf. This girl is Mikasa, Eren’s loyal companion. They were childhood friends. Trauma bound them together. 

They argued before Eren noticed me staring. “What are you looking at?” He spat at me, angry that I was witnessing him being scolded by a girl.

I said nothing, just grabbed my plate before walking off the porch. I could feel it deep in my gut, Eren was someone I needed to avoid. There was no evidence at the time to the being he truly was, but I could tell it was best to stay away from him.

As I walked further away, I found Potato Girl gnawing at a piece of bread like a rabid dog. It was obvious someone decided to give her some food, as she had been running for about four hours with no meal in sight.

I looked down at my slop, deciding I had enough to eat. I walked over to her, handing her my plate for her to eat as well. A short blonde girl walked up to me, holding a pouch of water. It was obvious that she was the one that brought Sasha the bread.

Sasha looked up at the both of us, her eyes sparkling with life as drool seeped out of her mouth. 

“You two,” she screamed out, “You two are glorious beings!”

Another person walked up behind us. Sasha scarfed her food down, not wanting this other girl to take it away from her.

“Are you two trying to be nice?” The tall girl with freckles asked.

The short blonde seemed stunned by this question, but I was quick to respond. “I’m not hungry. I just thought it’d be better eaten then thrown out.”

At this point, Sasha passed out, her face landing on the blonde. I didn’t care for the two of them at the time, not wanting to try and bicker about my reasoning.

 The two continued their conversation as I walked off, farther from the camp, closer into the darkness. My eyes glued to the sky as they were every night. My hand played with Viktoria’s silver necklace that laid between my uniform and skin. This nightly ritual was what kept me going, reminding me of what I needed to get back to.

I sat on the dirt, watching as the stars slowly moved throughout the sky. Footsteps approached but I paid no mind to them, being able to recognize them instantly.

Reiner sat beside me like he always does. It was a gamble if tonight was going to be a night where we talked all night long or one spent in silence.

“You know.” Reiner started, deciding that he wished to talk. “You have changed so much since we were children.”

My brows furrowed as I turned to him “You shouldn’t be the one talking about changing.”

Reiner let out a soft chuckle, comfortably leaning back on his hands. “We have both changed, but I feel as though you are much rougher than you once were.”

I straightened myself up, shocked at what he was saying. “Are you sure you haven’t looked in the mirror lately? Mister ‘I’m the leader so I must show no weakness to anyone?’” I mocked his voice as the words came out.

“You of all people know that it's just an act for others.” He sighed, finger tips reaching out towards mine.

“You haven’t been putting down that guard often as of late.” I sadly told him. It was the truth, I felt as though Reiner, my Reiner was slowly slipping out from in between my fingers.

“Well I do have to remind you that I am strong enough to protect you.” He softly smiled at me. “I promised I’d get you home.”

“Those two things do not equal the same.” I told him as I leaned my head on his shoulder. “I will always see you as the boy that would break curfew just to come into my room in the middle of the night and sob into my arms.”

“I don’t want you to see me like that.” He turned his face away from me.

“Like what? Human? My childhood best friend?” I questioned, watching him slip again.

“Weak.” His voice barely cracked, but I heard it. 

“Reiner.” I called out, lifting my head, but he wouldn’t look at me. “Reiner, please.” I grabbed the hand that was now beginning to inch away from me. 

“No.” He pulled it away. “I’m supposed to be the strong one. The one that leans on no one. The one that takes care of everyone.”

“You don’t have to be.” I reminded him.

“Yes I do. Because if I don’t, then everything falls apart.” He finally snapped his head back at me.

“But then who takes care of Reiner?” I asked him.

He shook his head “No one.”

“Reiner, you will break. That is way too much for you to put on yourself.” My hand reached up to his face holding it as I would when he cried on my bedroom floor. “Please, just let me be there for you. At least some of the time if not all.”

The look in Reiner’s eyes was foreign, but I could recognize that it resembled some sort of respect. He pulled away before laying down on the dirt ground.

I followed suit, asking “Is that a yes?” 

“Yes” he shortly responded.

I turned my head towards him. “I do need a favor though, before it kills me.”

He turned his head towards me, asking. “I will do anything for you.”

“Stop ignoring me.” His soft smile wavered, as I was already frowning. “I hate our interactions during the day. I feel as though you only talk to me like a comrade.”

“Of course.” He responded with a nod. “But you also need to do the same. I don’t see you going out of your way to talk to me either”

“I will.” I responded. Silence landed upon us once more, but it was more comfortable than before. Of course, I had to ruin it, wanting to pick apart his brain. “What were you thinking when Eren was talking?”

“Nothing.” Was all he gave me.

“Hey, what did you just promise me?” I snapped back, getting angry that he was still closing me off.

“I’m being serious.” He responded, sitting up a bit. “My brain went blank. What were you thinking that made you get up and leave?”

“I kept thinking about how I stood there amongst them and I couldn’t transform.” I sat up, curling my knees to my chest. “I think about how I failed, my fear taking over.”

Reiner was silent before opening his mouth. “We’ve been over this many times. You didn’t fail. I failed you. You weren't supposed to be fighting on the ground like that. I should’ve never taken you with me.”

“But I still feel bad about it.” I mumbled, it was my turn to look away from him.

“Well you should stop.” His logic is as strong as a five year old. “I will never put you on the front lines again.”

“You can’t just keep me out of battles.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“I can and I will.” He said firmly. “Your strength is better utilized in spying and information gathering.”

I sighed, knowing I wasn’t going to get through to him. It was funny how we spent years of our lives being the first ones on the scene, first to wreak havoc. But now that he was in command, he refused to let me join him again. It reminded me how Marcel was willing to throw Reiner under the bus to save Porco.

“I couldn’t stand the look in your eyes once we found you.” He admitted quietly. “I refuse to let you feel like that again.” He paused before continuing. “That is why Bertolt and I will be the ones to kill Eren.”

I shot up completely stunned by this revelation. “What?”

He sat up fully to face me. “Oh come on, I know you sense it too. Something is very off about him.”

I nodded, but was still shocked that we would resort to violence so quickly. I didn’t disagree with this notion, there was something so off, so wrong, but I couldn’t pin point it.

“This mission has been bumpy enough, we need to try and smooth out the rest as much as possible.” Reiner explained. “Do you disagree?”

“No. He needs to be killed.” If only it was that simple.

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Training was simple for someone who had already been through it. Like most military regiments, we focused on physical build up. But unlike the rest of the world, we also had to be trained on ODM gear.

ODM gear allowed humans to soar through the sky like mosquitoes. It was an essential for the soldiers on an island full of titans. The first step was balance. They had these massive metal structures. You would get strapped in by the wires that attached to the hilts on your waist. They would slowly lift you off the ground, allowing you to learn how to balance.

I was one of the people that knew how to instinctually balance. I chalk it up to the fact that I had become of my titan abilities, but others just had raw talent.

Someone who didn’t get it easily was Eren Yager. He tried multiple times, each ending with his face in the dirt. I watched as Shades shook his head in disapproval as Eren was helped to the nurses to get his head patched up.

I made my way over to Reiner, leaving my assigned group. Once he noticed me coming, he backed away from others, knowing I wouldn’t get out of line for something that wasn’t secret. 

I made sure to get extra close to him, so no one could hear. “Wouldn’t have to kill him if he gets sent to the fields." 

Reiner answered by nodding. “We’ll have to see though, they said he's allowed to try again tomorrow.”

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After dinner, I did what I always did. Find a spot outside to look at the sky. Reiner always joined me, for at least a little bit, but this time was different. He wasn’t alone, Bertolt was him.

Bertolot wore a shaken, nervous face, which in turn worried me. I turned to Reiner looking for answers.

“We’re killing Eren tonight.” Reiner told me as though he was telling me what he had for dinner tonight. 

“So soon?” I questioned.

“He asked us to help him with training.” Bertolt explained. “I told him we’d sneak out and help him.”

“And?” I asked more, wanting to hear more about this plan.

“We’ll take him to the cliff side, and he’ll have a little accident.” Reiner explained proudly, as if he thought he had concocted the most brilliant plan.

“Okay.” Was all I could respond with, indifferent.

“Okay?” Reiner asked aggressively. “Do you have a better plan?”

“What?” I questioned where this aggression was coming from. “No, I was just agreeing. Don’t push your insecurities on me.”

Bertolt quickly spoke up, noticing that this was about to turn bad. “It was just a misunderstanding. Let’s just drop it.”

I huffed, looking back up into the sky. The feeling in my stomach grew. I could tell something was wrong with Reiner, and I was frustrated that I couldn’t figure out what.

It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized that Reiner, deep down, didn’t want to kill Eren. I knew this because the next morning I watched Eren walk into messhall like everything was perfectly fine.

My head immediately snapped to Reiner as he avoided my gaze. I wanted nothing more than to get up and demand answers, but I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to cause a scene.

Eren was able to try the test again, where he once again failed. It was then that Shades walked up to him, telling him to take off his belt. He only took a quick glance at the belt before declaring “get me another. This one is broken.”

Eren’s belt was replaced and he had no issue balancing. It all could’ve been avoided if he was given the proper equipment.

When everyone broke for lunch, the warriors had their secret meeting. We had our spot so far away from the training camp that no one would even think to find us. 

Silence befell our group as we made our way to the location. None of us wanted to risk anyone hearing us. The second the four of us stopped, I was the first to speak.

“Why is Eren Yaeger still alive?”

Reiner turned his head towards me like he was caught off guard. “We had a change of plans.” His voice was booming with authority.

Annie watched in amusement while Bertolt awkwardly didn’t know how to stop us.

“What happened to the grand plan you snapped at me over?” I was mad, angry that he yelled at me out of no where, projecting feeling about himself onto me.

“Armin came along, so we would’ve had a witness. Killing him would’ve looked too suspicious.” Reiner stood his ground, crossing his arms.

“You could’ve just killed Armin too? It would not have been suspicious. Eren slipped off the cliff due to his head injury, Armin went to grab him but his weak body was just pulled down along with Eren. They both fell to their death, end of story.” I yelled. “I was able to come up with that in seconds, you two could’ve come up with something.”

“Why are you questioning my authority?” Reiner stood taller, trying to assert himself. “I am the leader, I made the decisions.”

“Because when you’re going to yell at me over something, I’m expecting you to at least follow through with it if it was so important to you.” 

“Guys, let's not turn this into a lover’s quarrel." Annie complained. “I’m all for fighting, but I do not want to hear about what you guys do in your free time.”

Both Reiner and I shot Annie a nasty glare. She backed up, throwing her hands up in defeat. She turned around and began to walk back to camp. “I’m not listening to this.” Bertolt followed her actions.

“I don’t understand what you’re so pissed about.” Reiner raised his voice at me. “If you want Eren dead so badly, you can go kill him yourself.”

“I don’t give a shit about Eren dying or not.” I screamed back. “What I care about is that you knew you weren’t going to kill Eren the second he asked you for help.”

Reiner went quiet for a moment, keeping his mouth open. “I didn’t-”

“You did!” I cut him off. “You knew you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you lashed out at me because of the frustration you held for yourself.”

“Do not accuse me of things you do not know.” He was angrier than he had ever been at me. I could tell by the way he stepped up to me, getting in my face. “I do everything for us. For the mission. If Eren lived, it is because I decided he should live.”

I wasn’t going to let him keep lying to my face. The fact that he was so mad only proved that I was right. The only thing I could say to kill the fight was: “Whatever allows you to sleep at night.”

I walked off, not towards the camp, but anywhere away from Reiner.

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When it came to hand to hand combat, the pairs were predetermined. That meant I was paired up with some poor soul that had never fought before, where I would inevitably have a leg up on them.

I had never paid attention to Christa and Ymir before the day I was paired to train with Christa. Christa was the girl that fed Sasha the piece of bread. She was a kind and hopeful girl. Someone who would always put others before themselves. It was crazy that such an aggressive and cruel world could birth something so kind.

Ymir on the other hand acted superior to everyone, and she truly might’ve been. She was the one that came up to Christa and I after feeding Sasha. She had the mentality of kill or be killed, and if they do not serve you, drop them. No one could blame her, with the way the world worked, you had to learn how to survive. 

After the night that the three of us met, Christa and Ymir were attached at the hip. Ymir would follow Christa around like a hawk from morning to night. Anytime anyone else tried to talk to them, they would have to get past Ymir’s insults.

That is why most avoided the two. When Ymir was around. But it was unavoidable when we were doing hand to hand combat training. 

I was paid with Christa. She barely knew how to stand properly when I would swing at her. I always tried my hardest to not seriously hurt her when doing so. But time and time again, I would knock her flat on her ass.

Of course I felt bad, but I couldn’t just let her win, or she’d never learn. Every time I won, I always extended an arm, ready to help her up. While she stood up, I explained what she could’ve done better to prevent her from getting knocked down.

“You needed to keep your arms up.” I told her, grabbing her arms and putting them in front of her face. “Like this. Make sure you tense them up to try and stop anyone from blowing through.”

“Alright, I think I got it!” She said with determination.

“Ready to go again or do you need a break?” I asked. I never wanted to push her, potentially hurting her.

“No, I'm good.” She always said without hesitation.

We got in position, ready to start again, but before either of us could make the first move, Ymir butted in. “What? Do you enjoy beating up defenceless girls?” She jabbed at me.

I got out of  position, fully turning to Ymir, stunned that she would even suggest such a thing. “What do you mean?” 

“Ymir, leave it alone.” Christa complained, as if Ymir had done this before.

“I mean you haven’t given her a chance to even attack.” Ymir smirked, thinking she was winning the argument.

I tsked at the absurdity. “We- or rather she- is learning how to fight. In the real world there is no mercy. I thought you of all people knew that, Ymir.”

“I bet you wouldn’t even last against someone who has some experience.” She tilted her head, cocky and so sure of herself.

“Come on Ymir, let's just get back to our own practice.” Her partner, Jean, complained. Everyone ignored him.

I knew she was trying to anger me, trying to get a rise out of me. Ymir was the type of person that knew just how to get under your skin. She knew how to throw the line just far enough for you to reach and tug it back towards you. It shouldn’t have worked, but it did. 

“If you’re so sure, then fight me.”

That is all it took for her to put her hands up to guard herself. Jean and Christa pleaded for us not to continue, to just move on like nothing happened. Both Ymir and I were too prideful to back down. 

We both circled one another like sharks. I thought that at the time and internally laughed that these people didn’t even know that sharks existed. 

I stepped closer to her, tired of her waiting. Before I could even take another step forward to throw my first punch, she kicked me in the leg, causing me to stumble back.

Snapping my head up to her, as I sneered. “That was dirty.”

Ymir shrugged, still keeping her guard up. “The real world shows no mercy.” She mocked.

At this point, more people began to surround us, some placing verbal bets on who would win. I watched Eren lean into Reiner, saying “I bet Ymir will win.”

Reiner shook his head "Absolutely not.” tone serious as ever, knowing what I was capable of.

Ymir refused to be the one to attack first, waiting for me to make my move and only counter attack. If she wanted to play dirty, then I would indulge her.

Planting my feat firmly on the ground, I got low. Using all the strength in my legs I lunged at her, my hands aiming for her waist. I did have an unfair advantage. My titan ability helped me jump from a distance that would be incapable for a normal human. 

Ymir didn’t expect this, falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I was quick to sit up, knowing she would react soon. By the time I got on my knees, she was trying to twist around, attempting to crawl out of my grasp. 

While she was on her side, I clasped my knees  together tightly, trapping her hips in between them. She tried to swing at me, but I was able to grab her wrists, pinning them to the side of her head. 

She smirked up at me, almost as if she were proud that I took her down so quickly. I didn’t let go of her, even though she relaxed and didn’t try fighting me. I knew better than to lighten up before someone verbally declared defeat, my father instilled that in me.

“Fine,” She rolled her eyes, keeping the cocky smirk. “You win.”

I let go of her, standing up. As I did Christa, I extended my hand out. I was expecting her not to take it, to slap it away and get up on her own. To my surprise, she gripped my hand, allowing me to help her up.

Once she was on her own feet, she let go of my hand, but stayed close. “You’re not too bad.” She attempted a compliment.

“Well I am obviously better than you.” I responded with a conceited smile. 

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked towards Christa. Before I could follow and continue Christa's training, Eren came up to me.

“Wow, you really took her down in the blink of an eye.” He complimented, not expecting it. “I bet you could beat Annie.” 

“Or Reiner.” Armin walked up alongside Eren, adding on.

“Reiner, probably. Annie, definitely not.” I responded, stretching out all the tension in my body.

“Oh so you think you can beat me in a fight?” Reiner mused. 

I was still upset at him, wanting to avoid him. “Of course I could. I’ve done it many times before and I would do it again.” It came out more as a threat than a warning.

“We were kids.” Reiner reminded me. “Many things have changed since then.”

I rolled my eyes at him as he inched closer, ready to challenge me. “Your inability to react quick enough hasn’t. I would get my fist in your face before you could even blink.” 

I turned my back to the three, not about to get caught in another fight. Especially not with Reiner of all people.

As I walked back to Christa, Ymir and Jean went off to continue their own training. Christ looked at me with a new sparkle in her eye. 

“I’m sorry.” I apologized first.

“For what?” She was quick to question. 

“I should’ve been teaching you more rather than just fighting.” I explained. “It’s how my father taught me. I remember how frustrating it was to just lose over and over without a clear idea of what to do.”

“Well, could you still teach me then?” She asked, wanting to learn. “I want to know how to do that jump tackle. You were practically flying through the air.”

“Well you wouldn’t be able to jump like I did. That’s just pure genetics.” I tried to think of a way to explain things to her without revealing too much. “You need to find out what advantage you would have over people and figure out how to use it. For you I’d say being small is your advantage.”

“How is that an advantage for me?” She wondered.

“If you know how to dodge properly, you can escape from hits easier.” I turned around, trying to look for the biggest person around us. Sadly for me, that was Reiner. “For example, Reiner is big and broad. If you punch at least somewhere, you’ll hit him. On the other hand, for you, the attacker would need to be more precise with their hit, which then takes more calculation and focus.”

Christa listened closely as I explained everything to her, eager to learn. We practiced dodging. Instead of moving at a normal pace, we moved slowly, allowing her to see exactly what was going on. By the end of the day, she was able to move at a medium pace without getting hit.

❃

When dinner rolled around, I dreaded having to sit with Reiner. But I’d rather sit in seething silence than alone. As I walked up to him, he looked up at me. The emotion on his face vacant. 

Before I could reach the table, I heard someone call out my name. I turned to see Ymir and Christa in the corner, both looking at me. Ymir was waving at me, motioning for me to walk towards them.

I turned back to Reiner, his brows now furrowed in disagreement. I straightened my posture more, walking past him in the most cold way I could. I practically sauntered my way over to the two girls in the corner. 

Ymir was the first to scoot over, giving me the space to squeeze in next to her. It was funny how differently she treated me now, and it only took me beating her in a fight. That was all it took for her to respect me.

“We’re saving you from the brute.” Ymir said while taking a bite of her bread.

“Ymir!” Christa scolded. Ymir shrugged, not apologizing for her name calling.

All I could do was smirk, beginning to dig into my slop. I was mad at Reiner, and hearing others insult him validated my feelings.

“I noticed that things between the two of you were tenser than normal.” Christa explained.

“Than normal?” I questioned, wondering what outsiders saw. “What do we normally look like?”

“Like you hate being with one another but have no choice.” Ymir leaned back from her plate. 

I frowned at her description. I didn’t realize that it was what we were giving off to others. It wasn’t like we talked much when we’re around others, but I didn’t know it looked like that.

Christa picked up on my body expression. “Is that not what is happening when you two are together?”

I shook my head, glancing over at him. He had moved to the other side of the table so he could watch us easier. Reiner ate his food slowly, watching us with such sad eyes. Annie and Bertolt had joined him, but it clearly wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

“When you look at him right now, what do you see?” I wondered, having a suspicion on what their perception of him was.

Christa had to turn around to get a look at him. Ymir was the first to speak. “He looks pissed that you didn’t join him.”

Christa nodded in agreement and I got my answer. “He’s not pissed, he’s sad. This is the first ime in about two years that we have not shared a meal. He sees this as me not wanting to be friends with him anymore.” I explained with ease. “You might not believe it but he was a very expressive kid. It was only in recent years that he has hardened himself. I guess that because I was with him through everything, I can tell the difference between the smallest mannerisms.”

“So you two are not fighting right now?” Christa questioned, wondering if she got it wrong.

“Oh no we definitely are.” I was quick to correct her. “He snapped at me unwarranted and is acting like nothing ever happened.”

“How rude of him.” Christa huffed in frustration for me.

Dinner went on with the two of them. It was nice to sit with other people for once. It felt as though I was making friends with other people, branching out. It was nice. Ymir and Christa were entertaining to watch bicker back and forth. They were an appreciated change to my routine.

❃

I laid under the stars, just as I had every night. I wasn’t expecting Reiner to join me, but to my demise, he did. Before he could  even get close to me, he declared.

“I came to apologize." He stood still in his spot, waiting for approval to get closer. 

“Ah so it only takes leaving you alone for dinner for you to come to your senses.” I cockily said. I didn’t even have to look in his direction to know he was frowning. “You may join me.”

He walked closer, sitting beside me. I sat up, looking at him. He only stared at me, those same hurt eyes that watched me from across the room all night. The same eyes that would look at me, begging for me to let him in even though it was the middle of the night even though we had physicals in the morning.

I twirled my wrist, telling him to continue. He took a deep breath, on the exhale, he said “I was an ass, and you were completely right. I knew I wouldn’t be able to kill Eren from the moment I declared I would. I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you for knowing me better than myself.”

I nodded, relishing in the victory. “Thank you.”

He sighed in relief, falling flat on his back. “I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

“Yeah I hate it too.” I laid beside him, looking up. In my peripherals, I could see that he was watching me. “Seeing your face the whole dinner killed me.”

He lightly chuckled. “That is why I switched to the other side.”

“Asshole.” I lightly pushed him. 

“I didn’t know you were friends with them. Especially since you and Ymir were fighting earlier.” He seemed upset that I was branching out, like I would ditch him.

“I didn’t either. I think I gained Ymir’s respect by knocking her on her ass.” I explained.

Reiner gave a smirk. “I can’t believe people ever believed that she would win.”

“I can’t either.” I huffed out. 

“I didn’t doubt you for a second.” He softly spoke, as if he was trying to tell me something else.

“Oh I know.” I chuckled. “You’ve seen me drop a grown man twice my size. Ymir was nothing in comparison. I was just trying not to hurt her.”

“What were you guys talking about at dinner?” He changed the subject.

“Well we talked about you at first.” I truthfully told him, not seeing any reason to hide it.

“About me?” He cut me off.

I nodded. “They said that they thought we looked miserable when we were together.”

“Misseriable?” He questioned in shock. “Why would I ever be miserable with you?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I just realized that they didn’t know the real you.” I turned my body to face his. “They said you looked pissed that I didn’t join you for dinner. But I knew you were pleading for me to come back.”

“I think you are the only person that knows the real Reiner Braun.” He sighed, grabbing my hand that laid on the ground. It was rare for him to initiate contact. I knew better than to dare to move away.

Reiner had changed, it was bound to happen with everything that we had been through. Even though he changed, he still remained the Reiner I grew up with, the Reiner that would cry to me, the Reiner that I loved. 

“I think you are the only person that knows the real me as well.”

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Sinned Awakening pt. 4

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, SMUT, cheating, fingering, the usual dirty stuff

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 4! The spicy stuff is here and it’s here to stay🤭 I hope you enjoy all this and can't wait to keep building this relationship and the secrets that lie beneath it. Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

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Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs.🖤

The bag of ice burns into your neck making you wince and huff out a frustrated groan. You did this to yourself. There was no one else to blame. Well, maybe Elvis. You could blame Elvis for doing this to you but begged him to do all of it you. Every last thing. Now you’ll never be able to look at a piano the same without picturing Elvis eating you out on top of it.

All last night you kept replaying the events in your head, how you have never felt so satisfied and wish you could somehow reenact those feelings he gave you.

There was one way you could…

No. Absolutely not. This was a one-time thing and you just have to live with the memories.

You managed to avoid Daniel and he never saw you walk in the door with the huge bandage plastered across your neck. You couldn’t go to sleep right away and tossed and turned for hours it seemed. The shame didn’t wrack through you like you thought it would, it was quite the opposite. There was something so addictive about him. About being close to him and when he was fucking you, there was no word to describe how it felt.

Looking in the mirror, you inspect how your bruise is looking. After icing it all night and a bit this morning, the swelling went down and the purple coloring was much less prominent and diluted. It still showed and you thought putting another bandage on would make it even more noticeable than it already was. You decided to dab some makeup on it and hope no one asks any questions about it.

Getting to work, the locker room is empty thankfully and you get your uniform on and stock up on some cleaning supplies that aren’t in your cart. The ticking of the clock rings in your ears as you wait for the minute hand to hit the twelve-clock mark, making it three pm.

The familiar ring fills the room and you eagerly pick up the phone.

“Housekeeping, this is y/n,” you say happily.

“Mr. Presley wishes to see you.” The click of the receiver doesn’t surprise you and you make your way to the elevator with your cleaning cart.

This trip to the penthouse made your stomach have butterflies, making your heart beat wildly at the anticipation of just seeing him. You really don’t know what to talk to him about when you get up there though. Are you two just going to act normal and act like the events that transpired last night never happened? That was a lot to just suddenly ignore.

You walk past the men in the hallway and they keep their heads down, standing there like statues as they always did. Pushing the double doors, you walk into the suite and get greeted by those dark blue eyes. He takes your breath away, the second you step foot into his space, you just want to collapse into his arms and do what he wants.

You take a deep breath before speaking, “Hello, Mr. Presley,” You say softly.

He smirks, amused by your candor, “Hi honey, you can call me Elvis if you’d like,” he says sweetly. You smile looking down at your feet, not wanting him to see that his charm is working.

“Thank you, Elvis. Where would you like me to start?” you say shyly.

He stares at you and doesn’t look away.

“I didn’t really call you up here to clean honey,” he says gruffly.

“Umm, Mr. Presley I really should do something that pertains to my job…” you say a bit intimidated by his tone and presence.

“Fine. You can take the trash out of all the bathrooms first,” he says courtly, his face showing amusement as you are trying to stay as far away from him.

You nod your head and go to the guest bathrooms and get everything in order. When you turn around to grab something from your cleaning cart, Elvis is behind you.

“Mr… I mean Elvis you’re really going to have to stop sneaking up on me, you’re going to scare me off,” you tease.

“Hmm, I don’t think much scares you but I hear you loud and clear,” he winks at you, making you blush.

You head back to the living room and it’s almost in perfect condition, leaving you surprised he called you up here again.

“Not having that many crazy parties hmm?” You ask him jokingly.

“Haven’t had many people over. Being a recluse and all as you say,” he quips. You can’t help but laugh at the little dig he made.

“Well I guess you need some more friends then Mr. Presley,” you tease.

“It seems you’ve been my only company lately,” he says slyly.

Your cheeks continue to burn and you can’t help but wonder what he thinks about all of this.

“Well I’m very sorry for that,” you tease.

“No please, don’t ever be sorry. I much rather have you around,” You glanced up at him as he has that familiar twinkle in his eye, making you look anywhere else.

“Did you sleep okay last night?” he asks.

“Uh, yea I slept fine, did you sleep okay?” You ask, feeling uneasy to talk to him so freely like this.

“No not really but I’m fine. I don’t need much sleep,” he says cheekily.

You try to scurry away from this awkward small talk and act like he wasn't stuffing you to the hilt with his cock last night.

Jesus, focus.

You check in the little half bath that’s by the front door and fold some hand towels for any guests he might have. Looking up in the mirror, you see Elvis behind you again, having a devious look on his face. You jump and turn around to face him.

“I still make you nervous? Even after everything I did to you last night,” he insinuates

Your cheeks flush and you feel your heart dance wildly.

“Well, I don’t know who can ever get used to being so close to you Elvis. But I guess even after everything that transpired… you still make me feel on edge.”

He steps toward you and you fight the urge to step away like you always do.

“Mhmm, good,” he murmurs darkly. “I don’t want you to get too comfortable,” he grumbles as he looks at you in the mirror, his hands on your shoulders to turn you back around to face the mirror. His body pushes up against your small frame and you both let out a soft moan when feeling each other like this.

He places a soft kiss on your neck, making chills run down your body. His lips feel cold yet so soft and plump, you could let him kiss your neck for hours if he wanted.

“And if I do get… comfortable… then what?” You ask in an airy manner.

“Then I would have to put you back in your place,” He says low.

“And where’s that? On top of the piano?” You insinuate. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling and nods his head at you.

“Mhmm… that’s one way,” he trails off, his hands finding your hips and squeezing them. You involuntarily push your body back into his rigid frame and let out a slow exhale.

“There are so many rooms we can use though. I was thinking more of a way to get you to listen to me and not be so obstinate,” he alludes. Your body felt like it was on fire again having him pressed against you. Your breathing became shallow and the more you breathed in, the more you took in his delicious scent.

“That’s going to be a challenge, I don’t think you know me very well, I’m very difficult,”

His hands trail down the front of your body, scrunching up the material of your skirt to expose your panties.

“I think I can find a way to… persuade you,” he notes.

You look at him in the mirror drunk on you already and feel your arousal begin to form. He smirks down at you, almost like he can feel your slick forming because of him, and continues to kiss your neck. You try to break away from him but it feels impossible, looking in those mesmerizing eyes that suck you in every time.

His fingers find your sensitive bud and he starts to rub slow circles there, watching as your head falls back onto his chest.

Your breathing becomes labored and you try to swallow the moans you want to let free. You feel him press his cock into your ass and the soft groan he gives when he does that sends throbs to your core.

He works you like he’s known you your entire life, giving you exactly what you want before uttering a word.

He picks up one of your legs and bends it at your knee, placing it on the counter and stretching it out before you, giving him a better view of your soaked panties.

His lips feel like fire on your skin, making you want more of him and have your body more on edge. You watch as his fingers pull your panties to the side, letting the cool air hit your core and leaving you panting for more from him. Watching in the reflection his cold, long fingers spread your lower lips apart, you see how he exposes your weeping core to him in the mirror and watches his face looking at you hungrily, hearing him groan in your ear.

“Fuck baby look at yourself, this kitty needs so much attention hmm,” he asks sensually.

You can’t help but moan at his words and you shut your eyes closed, so sexually frustrated.

“God fuck please, I should probably… leave you alone,” you moan quietly, the sound of his dirty words making you wetter by the second.

He cocks his head at you, examining you carefully before speaking.

“Is that really what you want honey? Or do you want me to take care of that needy pussy.” He groans in your ear.

“Elvis I, I can’t. I shouldn’t,” you pant.

He looks amused at you like he knows that’s actually all you want. You want him to fulfill this newfound need for him that he created. This undeniable need for him to please you for hours. You feel his finger tease your entrance, rubbing there before pushing it inside you. You cry out to him, feeling the pleasure run through you the second he’s inside you.

You watch in the mirror how his finger curls inside you and is covered in your arousal when he pulls it out of you. His other hand glides over your chest and into your shirt, unbuttoning it to show your breasts in your plain white bra. He squeezes your breasts and watches as your face begs for more. The way he’d touch you was all too much yet not enough. You wished you could wrangle this need you have for him but nothing will do. He’s created a monster and you’re more than okay with it.

“Elvissss,” you moan, looking at him in the mirror.

“What honey, tell me what you need. Don’t need to fight what you want,” he coos.

You are breathless at this point and can’t believe he has you like this. This needy, whimpering mess in his bathroom.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” you groan breathlessly. He gives you a sly look in the mirror as he enters another finger inside of you making you buck your hips.

“By the looks of it, I’m already fucking you darlin’. What more do you want?” He growls deviously. You cry out loudly as he moves his fingers faster in and out of you, making wet, sloppy noises come out of your core. You keep crying for him to give you what you want but he doesn’t listen. He’s a master at teasing and keeping you right on the edge. His fingers weren’t nearly enough and wanted to be fucked with something much bigger.

“Please, no more teasing,” you beg.

He chuckles and smiles at you in the mirror, “I’m just doing what you asked honey. You’ll have to be more specific,” he spats.

Your hand reaches around and finds his straining cock in his pants. You carefully watch his face as you rub him through his pants. How it turns from smug to pleasure in just one motion.

“I need this, please. Don’t tease me anymore,” you plead. He grins at you in delight, finally hearing the words he’s been waiting for. He pulls his fingers out of you and puts them to his mouth, licking them clean. You take your leg off the counter and turn around to face him, lust reading through him again. He placed his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly as you release a soft moan. His eyes get drawn to the side of your neck that you tried to cover up with makeup but his keen eyes noticed the splotchy spot.

He groans as his index finger traces the spot he left, “I’m sorry about this, I couldn’t help myself,” he snickers.

“You were really trying to take a bite out of me hmm?” You joke

“You have no idea how much I’d love that,” he growls darkly. His mouth is back on your neck and sucking on the same spot he did before. You moan and push yourself more into his body. This bruise was never going to heal if you kept this up. You gasp at the urgency he has in his body, how he really feels like he is trying to take a bite out of you. You thought your need for him was insatiable, you think somehow his is even worse. He suddenly stops and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his torso.

He carries you to the bedroom where it’s low-lit once again and he has a few candles on. Your heart beats wildly and wait for him to make the next move. He sets you down and he casually walks to the window sill.

Your eyes linger on him, wanting him to break the tension in the room but he doesn’t budge. You’re so tempted to just walk out now while you still have your dignity and clothes left intact. You glance back at the door that he left cracked open but the booming of his voice gets your attention.

“You still being difficult hmm? Then I’m going to be difficult too” He says gruffly.

“Come here.”

The throbbing in your core continues and his eyes pull you in.

You walk over to him carefully and step in between his legs, looking up at him nervously.

“This is dangerous,” you whisper.

He glided his hand up your thigh, making you inhale sharply.

“Yes, I know. But that’s not going to stop you,”

His hands then move to the inside of your legs, feeling the soft flesh there, then zipping the skirt and pulling it down off your hips. He undoes the last remaining buttons on your shirt and flings it to the side, watching as it flutters to the ground in a crumpled fashion.

“I shouldn’t like it this much… the way you make me feel good,” you say a bit breathlessly, knowing that you need him more than you realize.

“I know honey, but don’t fight it, let me keep making you feel good. You have no idea how much I love being inside you,” he groans. Your heart thumps and your breathing is hitching with every salacious word he throws at you.

“Please make me feel good again. But this has to be the last time,” you say to assure yourself more than him.

A smile forms on his face and his fingers cup your pussy, rubbing his fingers through your sopping wet folds.

“I can do that for you honey, you feel nice and ready for me,” he teases, “I don’t like that last part though,” he growls. He grabs one of your legs and wraps it around his hip, slithering his hand down to your throbbing bud. He looks up at you in awe, so infatuated with every sound you make as your hips grind into his fingers. You feel him spreading your wetness that is now spilling onto the side of your thigh and rolling down. His fingers find it and he slides it up, bringing that finger to his mouth and licking it.

A moany cry comes out of you and you keep begging for him.

“Fuck baby you need it this bad huh?”

You nod your head profusely wanting him so bad. You don’t want to waste any more time and take your bra and panties off in one quick motion, needing his skin to touch you without any barriers.

“Yes, Elvis. Please,” you moan.

You were a moth to the flame and there was no escaping Elvis. He was just what you wanted and something about him made you feel whole. Something you haven’t had in the longest time.

As wrong as this all was, maybe it was the time to make a rational decision about being with Daniel. Was this an act of pure lust or was there something more…

None of that mattered now as he squeezes your hips and turns you around, your hands against the cold window bracing yourself for what he was going to give you.

“What are you doing?” You say surprised by his sudden forcefulness.

“Making you listen,” he hisses.

His tip rubs through your folds, causing an agonizing sensation through you having been teased for far too long. He doesn’t care, he’s in control and will keep waiting for as long as you can take it. Your whimpers escalate and you try to push your hips back into his length to get some kind of relief.

Suddenly you feel his hand wrap your hair in a tight grip and pulls it back, making you gasp with how rough he’s being.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, honey, I’ll fuck you, but I don’t want you leaving after. I have to show you more ways of how I can please you,” he says darkly.

“Elvis, I-I-I can’t stay here for long. I don’t want people getting suspicious,” you hiss over your shoulder at him. He yanks your hair again, making you cry out.

“What are they going to get suspicious about? That you come up here and beg for my cock and get no cleaning done hmm?,” He growls in your ear. Chills rush through your body and you freeze, obeying his orders whether you like it or not.

Before you know it, you feel his long length plunge into your wet heat, filling you so quickly and powerfully. You cry out his name, overwhelmed by the forcefulness. His grunts fill the room and the grip he has on your hips is tight, you’re sure that this is going to leave bruises there too.

“Ahh, Elvis,” you mewl.

His hips move faster and your breathing hitched every time you feel him get deeper inside of you.

“What honey, you can’t take this cock after begging me for it? You want me to stop,” He spats darkly, pulling his length completely out of you. You gasp, wanting him to fill you again and stop playing this game of his.

“Ah, no, please. I want you,” you beg.

He plunges his length back inside you, stuffing you to the hilt making both of you groan loudly.

“Good that’s what I thought,” he says snidely, “Tell me you’ll stay longer,” he groans with a snap of his hips making you gasp.

“N-no, I can’t,” you whimper out. His hand wraps around your throat, holding it there making you groan.

“Then I’ll stop fucking you, is that what you want?” He growls.

You’re completely at his mercy now but you’re more than okay with it. Your moans grow louder the harder he snaps his hips into you.

“No please, I-I-I’ll stay,” you manage to squeak out.

“Mhmm, such a good girl,” he growls.

The way he moves his hips is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The way he can make you completely surrender to his every last breath.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to adjust to how he’s taking you. The way he’s handling you is different than last time. Yesterday he wanted to discover you, take his time and make you feel things you’ve never felt before but now, he’s fucking you like his life depends on it. Like he’s been dying for this.

You feel him quickly pull out of you and turn you around. Looking up into his eyes with shock and bewilderment, you see the dark bluish-grey pools there where the ones icy blue ones were. He must notice your stares as he looks down at your body.

“Are you okay? Your eyes are so dark,” you ask shakily.

“Don’t worry about that baby I’m better than okay right now,” he says quickly as he picks you up and rests you on the window sill ledge. The cold glass hits your back and you visibly shiver as you look at him with hunger in his eyes.

“Fuck,” he moans. He goes straight for your neck and sucks there, groaning and breathing in deeply as he does this. It feels so dangerous the way he possessively sucks at your neck, like he’s trying to mark you or something. Another part of you likes it, like he should be sucking on your neck for the whole world to see that you belong to him.

Oh god no. No, it can’t go that far. This is just sex it doesn’t mean anything more than that.

With a grunt, he’s back inside you and filling you so completely. This position feels more intense as you are both at eye level with each other and feel the rise and fall of your chests. You can’t hold on for much longer as he rubs your clit with his thumb and coaxes you to reach your orgasm.

“Yes, honey you feel so good. Taking my cock so well,” he coos in your ear. You shut your eyes and groan at him, angry at yourself for liking everything he ever says to you.

Your walls flutter around his length and he grins at you, grinding his hips into your faster to get you closer to your release. You keep your eyes shut, trying to savor these feelings he’s giving you but your focus gets snapped away as you feel his hand on your jaw. He kisses you passionately, attacking your lips with his and your tongues swirl against each other. He breaks the kiss and looks at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel,” he demands.

Your body shakes and you squeeze around his length, making you cry out his name over and over. It’s all too much and somehow you’ll know you’ll be wanting more later. He slows his pace and continues to watch you moan through your orgasm. Clinging onto his arms, you gasp and try to get ahold of your emotions.

Elvis quickly pulls out of you and you watch as his hand wraps around his cock, wet and sticky from your arousal. He groans as he slowly pulls his foreskin back and exposes his red tip and rubs his thumb there. He keeps this slow pace as you can’t look away from what he’s doing to himself. Wishing you could be the one to do that.

He looks up at you and grabs your hand, pulling you off the ledge. He wraps your hand around his length and you jerk him slowly, watching his face form into ecstasy.

“Make me cum baby,” he says low. You nod your head and start moving your hand faster, hearing the slick sounds your hand on his length is making. Watching him get off like this is so unbelievably attractive and makes you want him to take you again. His breathing labors and you feel him twitch in your hand. Quickly, you sink to your knees and pump his load on your breasts. He looks down at you in awe, so lust driven and filled with pleasure. You keep looking up at him as he continues to cum hot thick spurts on you. You don’t understand why this is so hot but you can admit that it was just as enjoyable to him as it was for you.

The last few drops come out of him and he’s left breathless, biting his lip as he looks at your hungrily, watching the spurts of his cum drop down your breasts.

“Fuck, you know exactly what I wanted huh?” He smirks.

“I had a feeling you might like it,” you say coyly.

He walks swiftly to the side of the bed, giving you a great view of his behind leaving you on your knees on the floor. He pulls the handle of the top drawer of the small nightstand and pulls out a Polaroid camera. Walking back to you and sinking onto his knees too, he looks you over.

“May I?” He asks as he raises the camera up. “You look too good to not be photographed,” he marvels to you.

You nod your head before you can form a coherent thought. Placing your hands underneath your breasts, you lift them slightly and squeeze, giving him the best view imaginable. You look directly into the camera lens, showing off your big doe eyes, and wait for him to take the picture. He grins at you and raises the camera to his eye, leaning back, and pressing the shutter button.

Click.

He pulls the film out of the top of the camera and shakes it. He set them down on the ground and takes your breasts in his hands, rubbing your nipples causing another electric shock into your system.

“God you make me want to do so many bad things to you,” he whimpers softly.

You blush at his words and look down at the discarded Polaroid, capturing you covered in his seed and for him to keep for as long as he wants.

“Well I told you I’d stay, you better show me some of those things you want,” you look back up at him challengingly, biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling. You know you’re in deep trouble with him, sinful thoughts filling your head with the most alluring man to ever exist sitting right in front of you. And lord, what lovely sins you’ll commit with him.

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[k4txlulzz]

(warning: this is a random late night rant y'all , feel free to not take this seriously its just my scrambled thoughts lol)

vanitas no carte fandom is a lot more chaotic than i remembered it to be😭guys what happened i just came back to see how the story progressed (BTW MY FAVE SCENES GOT ANIMATED SO WELL !! the eng dub is so good too)

okay so! vanitas is my favorite character and i truly think he has a good, selfless heart. but yk what? that kiss scene with him and jeanne keeps popping up in my head. but then i remember that if i consider that moment SA i'd have to consider ALOT more romance scenes in the story as that too and i just don't think there can be that amount of **intentional** assault scenes from the creator ?😭

folks have brought up the cabin scene and??? that just confused me. because i never even thought of that possibility while looking at the panels or the scene. people hate vanitas or vanijeanne or even jeanne because of this kinda stuff and . while im conflicted and even uncomfortable(the kiss scene specifically) i also believe that the creator would not make a character SA anyone like that and make it seem romantic. i see this as: if its shown to be cute or romantic and does not show negative mental consequences of the characters after the event, it was not **intended** to be assault. (edit: while vanitas is shown to be malicious in this scene, the incident gets brought up like once after and doesn't really turn into an obstacle in vanitas' and jeanne's relationship which is what made me think this) basically, if it's shown to be harmless, it was most likely intended as that. and i understand the issue with that one weird kiss scene, i don't like it either. its just that vanitas happened to be my favorite before i learnt all this and that made me try and look for an explanation or some sort of evidence that maybe this is a "suspend your disbelief" moment but i dunno. i just desperately don't wanna think that a character and one of the dynamics that mean a lot to me have gross, scary implications . the creator wouldn't write jeanne or vanitas to do something so horrible because those are some of the characters she wants fans to be invested in and that can't be done if those characters are assaulters😭 the kiss scene still does ick me though and i think the moment should have been done differently? in any case, i generally think that media literacy is something every fan needs to have. because otherwise we back ourselves into a corner and "criticize problematic stuff" ourselves into viewing every character as a terrible person who should not be liked

but then again, this IS just my opinion and, to be clear, i don't support assault being brushed off in any media

[edit 2: i also acknowledge that i may be leaning towards copium with this one but that doesn't mean i don't recognize the creator's attempt to create a complex dynamic and characters; i just feel like because of this one scene a lot of people hate vanitas and brush off his dynamic with jeanne entirely which is sad because they have a lot of stuff thats worth getting interested in. i just wanted to make it clear that this post is just me ranting about something and not meant to be taken as a proper analysis ^^🙏🏼 it has also been a while since i looked at VNC stuff and may have gotten a bit rusty. i acknowledge that SA may perhaps be a significant part of the storytelling in VNC but i don't really want to think about those moments for personal reasons and especially when it is shown to be done by a character that really does mean a lot to me:) i enjoyed reading the comments i got on this post and am genuinely quite grateful for them]

[irrevocablecondition]

hii just wanted to know your thoughts on regulus/mary in choices. ik its a very controversial topic in the fandom but fir me personally i love how it shows regulus' character. i feel like i'm putting this badly but i think obliviating mary after doesn't really show him wanting her to be happy or smth without her trauma but more regulus still protectinh his own in a way or not wantinh any plans in place to be ruined. like it just shows that regulus is more than someone pretending or trying to do better, but more how complex he is, and how he cares more about things that may come back to him rather than someone elses feelings. i have sm thoughts on this but it's alr so long so i'll leave it here. also mary after it happened!! i love the characterisation in choices omg.

UGH i could yap about this so much,,,

oh wait ! i have ! my main choices yaps: lily mary (i yap a lot so it's at the 1:30 mark)

BUT TO SUMMARISE:

IT'S DONE SO SO WELL!! "i dont think regulus was a very good person" "no, he wasn't. but he wanted to be. and that has to count for something right?"

IT'S RIGHT THERE !!! and i'm 99.9% sure that soph said at one point that the whole reason regulus is involved is to highlight the fact that he is Not a good person! he's not a good person and with a fic focused on morality and how the choices we make turn us into the person we are? SO important that regulus is involved here. and nope, definitely not to protect mary (though i do think there's a part of him that wanted to, but that wasn't the part controlling his actions), it's to cover his back. it's to make sure his plan isn't messed up because he's NOT a very good person, but he wanted to be. and that HAS to count for something.

even just,,, dumbledore and mary. the fact that she doesn't get justice? yes. YES. she wouldn't have. not just because irl hardly anyone ever gets justice for things like this, but because she's (1) a woc who are disproportionately affected and left behind and (2) a muggleborn in a time of drastic conflict - noone would have been on her side even if she DID press charges. mulciber and co would have won, and justice wouldn't have been served either way. BUT - dumbledore doesn't do that. he utilises this event for his own gain, he tries to get regulus to help him and he uses what happened to mary to do that. it's not just regulus whose character is devloped by this, but dumbledore's too. which,,, yk people argue and say that it's just there to DeEpEn ThE mAlE cHaRaCtErS and it's like,,, wow. because irl men have neverrrrrr made it about themselves. because irl men have neverrrrrrr used stuff like this to their own advantage nuh uhhhhh (said as sarcastically as possible)

it's a "controversial topic" because they don't GET IT!!! they don't GET that it's not "oh women shouldn't have justice!!! i hate women!!!" it's actually "hey, this world is going through a lot right now and noone is getting justice for anything and people's lives are being used as chess pieces on a board that doesn't even factor in their existence and even if it did, there's far too many choices to potentially be made that good is so hard to come by"

choices ily. soph ily.

[relicsongmel]

1 3 4 8 11 13 16 21 23 25? :O

Wowie that's a lot of questions!!! I will answer for the Ace Attorney fandom and a dash of some other stuff <3

1.) list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

We've got some damn talented writers and artists

We're very good at character discussion and analysis here which I really like

Being here has helped me meet many cool people!

3.) a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

Answered here!

4.) say something nice about a ship you don't ship

I don't consider myself a Narumayo shipper, but I 100% believe Maya to have a crush on Phoenix based on certain in-game lines, and I think it's adorable. Just a very cute ship in general.

8.) you hope more people will come to appreciate ______

*screams into the night* IRIS AND MILES' RELATIONSHIP (you know this) but I wanna see discussion that ISN'T limited to the whole love triangle with Phoenix. I NEED to see fanworks that explore them bonding over being mutually fucked over by DL-6. Their shared disdain for spirit channeling and how it does more harm than good. How Miles saw Iris in the detention center blaming herself for a murder she didn't commit and was reminded of when he went through the same thing, and wanted to help her. She is literally the PERFECT candidate for Miles' first client as a defense attorney because of how she mirrors him in this way! And by defending her he's acknowledging that he WAS worthy of being saved!! but NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT AND IT MAKES ME DERANGED. I could go on but then I'd be preemptively spoiling the metas I have in the works on the subject so. More to come I guess

11.) if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

Well as of now I only have one (1) fanfic that I've made public and it's The Whisperers of Vertress Village (A Pokemon fic that serves as the origin story for N's powers in my OCverse). I'm very proud of it—not so much for the writing (though I am happy with how it turned out and writing a folktale was a fun change of pace from my usual style) but mostly for how it made OTHER aspects of my story fall into place and how it tied so much together thematically. The primary conflict of Sylvia's initial journey through Unova is her conflict with N and Team Plasma but it always felt disjointed from the actual reason she left on a journey: to find the singing Pokemon that saved her ten years prior. But once I started brainstorming ideas for where N's powers came from and realized it was a PERFECT opportunity to expand on Meloetta's role in the story, her abilities, and how I could use them to expand on the themes of Black and White? Everything clicked, and I was elated. She's the reason all this happened. She's the Voice of Nature who brings everything and everyone together! And I'll always love this fic for helping me discover that <3

13.) your favorite type of fandom event

Ship weeks are always fun! I love seeing everyone's creativity and different takes on prompts.

16.) a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

This Phoenix line:

First of all: Phoenix. Bestie. "Do," "re," and "me" aren't keys/notes on a piano, they're solfege syllables. Second of all: those aren't even the right solfege syllables for what you're probably looking for???? I know this is in all likelihood an oversight by the translation team but in the interest of The Bit, let me provide a little music theory lesson for y'all.

Solfege is a system of syllables corresponding to scale degrees in music, and is a very common teaching tool in music education (notably, it is mostly used for singing and NOT piano). The first (and often only) set of solfege most people learn is the major scale: do re mi fa sol la ti do. "do re mi" are the first three scale degrees. "Me" (pronounced "may") is a different syllable altogether: it's the third scale degree but flattened, making the scale of a minor variety. So Phoenix Wright has been searching for INCORRECT solfege on an instrument that doesn't even use it and even if it did, he'd still be lost because Movable Do Is A Thing and literally ANY three consecutive whole steps on a keyboard could be "do re mi."

All I'm saying is if Klavier had known what shitty musicianship he was responsible for unleashing into the world on April 19th 2019, he'd probably have questioned the circumstances around Phoenix's disbarment a lot quicker.

21.) a fandom you're not in anymore but you still really like

I wouldn't really say I have many fandoms I'm no longer "in" per se—it's more like I drift in and out based on where the hyperfixations lead me. So with that in mind, I'll say the Love Nikki fandom. I'm not playing daily like I used to and I'm suuuuuper behind on the lore (though you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who's an expert on it because it's just way too expansive and confusing) but I've always enjoyed being there! It's a smaller fandom so things are generally pretty chill—we just share our pretty outfits and experience sinister delight at watching new players get to Chapter 15 and have their "I thought this was just a dress-up game what the FUCK is happening" moment. It's great.

23.) the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

.............you and Saint Seiya.

But if that doesn't count, I'll say Steven Universe. Several of my mutuals are into it and I've absorbed a lot of the show's plot through fandom osmosis and a tiny bit I remember from when my little brother would watch it occasionally, but I've never actually seen the whole thing. Something tells me I'd really like Pearl, though.

25.) a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

Fandom participation is infinitely more enjoyable if you base it around the aspects of the media you love rather than those you hate—there's plenty enough hatred in the real world. Find your niche with the blorbos you love, and freak it up with like-minded folks. And if it's no longer fun, remember that logging off is always an option too.

Thank you so much for the ask bestie ily <333

[alatismeni-theitsa]

hi, hellenic polytheist anon again-

This time im not actually asking any religion related questions (im still reading and researching some stuff, specifically the festivals and events) but I actually wanted to talk abt epic the musical because OH BOY WAS THE VENGEANCE SAGA A MESS. Its my fav musical and I really love it, I could look past the inaccuracies because I could tell Jorge was doing it to change the story for the plot he wanted to show but VENGEANCE SAGA… don’t even get me started on the livestream animatic 😭 why does Odysseus have a jetpack. Because yes, he turned the wind bag into a jetpack. Just. Wore it on his back like a backpack with the wind keeping him the air. Im serious. I wsh I wasn’t, but I am.

Honestly, as an artist theres so much I dislike about Poseidon’s design. I’m not sure if the livestream animatics are canon but they were comissioned by Jorge himself, giving a lot of artistic directions. Wanna know the design given to the god of the seas, earthquakes, storms, and part of the big three trio of gods? A blue man in a wetsuit looking thing.

https://epicthemusical.fandom.com/wiki/Poseidon (you can see his picture here)

Its so… unserious. Like, what is this? Even the animatics from the fandom design him better! Why is he so modern and casual. The only thing intimidating about him is his crazy facial expressions, which are cancelled out by the monstrosity hes wearing. Also, why are literally all the other gods normal skin colors, except Poseidon? Why is he so blue, WHY IS HE SO BLUE. I get it, hes the god of the sea, but at the very least don’t turn him into a glorified smurf 😭😭😭

And then there’s the actual animatic of 600 strike which… Jetpack… why. Just, why. Even the fandom is getting kinda “wtf” at the jetpack. Apparently (from what I could tell) the jetpack gave him the speed to hit Poseidon 600 times very quickly and??? Thats it??? Thats all it took to defeat him? Not only does this not make sense in terms of power scaling, it also doesn’t make sense thematically. In past songs, Odysseus always won with wit, effort, and/or divine help. And it always took so much effort and the stakes were so high. In 600 Strike it was just way too easy. Polyphemus felt more difficult than him.

Some people also say “maybe Odysseus was helped by Ares since his eyes were glowing red in the animatic” and to that I say it still doesn’t feel like enough. Its also probably unlikely since we would have heard his theme in the song. Jorge is very particular and detailed about the little details in songs (ex: Poseidon’s signature instrument is the trumpet, which you hear all over the song Storm since he brought that storm. In Suffering, you hear Circe’s theme when Scylla is mentioned hinting to their connected past. When Poseidon goes “you couldve avoided this if you didnt kill my son” in Ruthlessness you hear the Storm theme showing the storm couldve been avoided if Odysseus didn’t spare Polyphemus. Hell, there’s this thing called a danger motif that plays whenever major danger is nearby, and during Ruthlessness when Poseidon’s name was being chanted it was to the tune of the danger motif)

However, we don’t hear Ares’s theme anywhere in 600 strike. Honestly, nothing about that song made sense. The torture scene would have been cool if the characters werent Odysseus and Poseidon because. Why??? Like, couldn’t he just summon a giant wave while being tortured? Or an earthquake since they were on land? Like. Bro. Odysseus was using his storm as a jetpack. Just call off the storm temporarily and watch him fall into the sea. Whats he gonna do? He can’t walk on water. And if he escapes? Just re summon the storm. Even after Poseidon is tortured. Just. Kill Ithaca either way. If hes too scared just do it from afar and make sure Odysseus is in Ithaca while you spam earthquakes and tsunamis at it. Once again, what are they gonna do? Nothing! Because hes a god!

I could talk more about the questionable character design choices (Hermes Im looking at you and your green lantern ripoff looking outfit) and plot choices but I feel like this is getting too long 🫠 At least some of the fandom seems to think this was also kinda weird.

Uuugh this sounds like a mess. I don't have the time to get too involved with the fandom and the choices behind the creative process but I have seen many moments of unseriousness and odd choices, which is not matching the vibe of the songs and the vibe of the story.

Finally, I saw that Zeus also has horns?? The logic for this choice is not compatible with Greek culture, I'm sorry.

[reynayahhoo]

HELP srry for spamming u with asks but I need more content from you 😈 can you maybe give out some lore about your cc OCS or how they interact with the canon 😼😼😼😼😼🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙😜😜😜😜😜😜😜😱😴😽🐙😿😴😿😹 or idk maybe give out ur future plans and projects for the cc fandom since it's like so dead neow and we need to boost 😈

HWAT IS THAT IMAGE.

Jokes aside, heres a bit of lore i have for some of my ocs! (Some which aren't even introduced or drawn properly by me yet)

(Also yappatron incoming💔)

Roter : She's best friends with Sasha and is probably the only one that Sasha doesn't cover her face around often. Also Roter is one of the very respected member of the crew. As how she got into candle cove? This is pretty much still being worked on by me and i have NO IDEA if i actually want to include this or not but prior to Roter's actual development i thought of

"Oh what if there was like this uhh this person who was hospitalized and their nurse was basically somebody they rlly trusted due to how long she's been in the hospital and uhhh something happens and that person gets dragged into candle cove with their memories WIPED OUT due to the impact, like kind of how Janice got dragged into candle cove despite not having her memories wiped out."

So yeah originally she was a very much real person before the events of candle cove buttttt at the same time idrk if i want to go with that storyline..

If I don't use that backstory ill probably stick to she grew up in the kingdom of Prussia (The kingdom before the German Empire) and turned to the pirate life el o el

Roter is the first-mate of the crew, knowing what she's doing and is well respected by the crew. She knows how to play multiple instruments and is at the same time, the musician of the crew, just to lighten the mood up during tough times (despite her not being a very bright person herself😓).

Positive side :

-She can combat (regardless if she had a melee weapon, ranged, or fighting with fists)

-Despite being seen as a somewhat scary and grumpy person, can be trusted with secrets, therefore the crew trusts her

-Can play a lot of instruments. Which instruments specifically? I'll work on that later😓😓

-She helps out the team a lot, not that the team by itself isn't doing a lot already, she's just one of the members that is holding the crew together

Negative side :

-She's an alcoholic

-She's sometimes stubborn

-She's irritable

-She can get easily sick (Factors that cause her sickness is currently unknown....because i haven't written anything abt it yet but shhh🤫)

Idk whatelse tbh, every single of my candle cove ocs are still heavily being worked on and some things may be added removed, or changed🥲

Sasha : Majority of the stuff was alr written in the lore post of her😭

Uhhh pretty much the crew prefers her with her mask on except for like the chef and Roter and the captain. Honestly idk what else to say, shes actually friendly to her own crew, just seen as spooky because of her appearance... And other things. Honestly idk whatelse, she designed majority of the crew's outfit and kept them locked up in her own little storage crate to herself because she thinks most of their outfits are mid (except for those who have seen her designs and agreed to having it made cough cough Roter, captain, and some others). Deadly afraid of the skintaker for both what he is and his GOD AWFUL TASTE IN FASHION. His STINKY SEWN CAPE AND HAT. She would NOT want to ever see him in sight EVER AGAIN

Also heres the captain

Long story short he used to work under Earl of Wax (NPHC) but actually ran away and turned to piracy after hunting pirates killed his brother in the process (and after finding out how cruel the Earl was) and uh he's wiki Poppy no.2/hj but he had a wife and son but his son died to a disease and his wife is still alive out there waiting for him to return 💔 sometimes he visits but only for short amounts of times. Further details will be written later.

Trusts Roter a lot because they bonded and had a lot in common. And also Sasha (on time he saw Sasha's design sketch of his outfit and was like "Oh yeah this is pretty nice" like when baby Groot gave Rocket a drawing in Marvel and went along with it)

Yes that is a colonial wig💔 And yes he ran off with it when he abandoned the NPHC for the pirate life.

Wanda (the siren chef girl) : SHE HAS A NAME NOW!! Most of the lore was already written in her introduction post and I don't have any facts for her rn 🥲 Mostly because i havent finished building the crew members therefore interactions and in depth lore for each character is very unlikely at the moment

Can't forget about the ship herself

SHE CHOPPED BCS IDK HOW TO DRAW SHIPS GOOD GRIEF. THATS ON ME BUT TRUST SHE LOOKS BETTER WHEN I DO KNOW HOW TO💔

Yeah bro idk i just thought it would be funny if we had some sassy ship sailing across the sea with crazy people on it

As for oc and canon interactions....uhhh i got some in mind...

The Blistering Barnacles crew is pretty much neutral on everything, or at least that's how THEY wanna portray themselves. Scared as crap about the Skin-taker and his potential to cause harm not only on Candle Cove but their own crew. Although a few members don't believe he exists (still)💔. They are always minding their own business. Although they aren't really aware that the Laughingstock and the Rubberfishes have beef

And tbh IF they met the Rubberfishes first they would probably be on their side not only for developing great friendships between both parties but also because they think it might get the Skin-taker to want them dead...less because the Skin-taker is with/on Horace and his crews side 💔 and maybe they'd actually listen to The Rubberfishes requests, so unless those requests are crossing the line, they are siding with the Rubberfishes.

As for individual oc and canon interactions uhhhhhh

Wanda has met Susan and thinks she's awesome. Feels bad that she's chained to the rock for eternity though. To make her feel less lonely she probably visits once in a while to like talk or maybe she wants to give a gift.

I was thinking of making a "what (insert one of my ocs) thinks of (EACH member of laughingstock/rubberfishes) but thats for the future since i havent really worked on it

As for future plans for the Candle Cove fandom?

Oh boy when i get to Summer break trust me i will be COOKING UP CONTENTTT mostly edits and animations but ive already got plenty of idea for a few characters suejalekaoaksbjwosp

🤫🤫🤫 trust when Summer break comes i will be feeding this fandom🤤

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Anyway here's my list of top faves who are or have been hated by the fandom, roughly sorted by most justified hatred to least justified:

10. Hans- Frozen (So much wasted potential but I love him even as his canon self (completely terrible))

9. Sho- Skip-Beat (He objectively sucks, but tbh he sucks WAY less than the other male love interests.)

8. Akito- Fruits Basket (I love how messy everything is in Furuba. Akito did terrible abusive things and terrible abusive things were done to her but she made the effort to break the cycle and become a better person. A lot of the characters don't forgive her, which I think is great, because yeah, you don't have to let someone who was terrible back into your life just because they're a better person now, but that also doesn't mean they aren't a better person now. Anyway Akito's this far down on the list because while I love her and am so proud of her she also did some genuinely fucked up stuff, so)

7. Kiyomi- Death Note (One of those cases where she'd probably be further down if I didn't take into account comparing her to the other characters in the series because pretty much everyone in Death Note is some flavor of awful. A lot of the reasons I've seen people give for hating her are ridiculous, but she also DID kill a bunch of people)

6. Yvette- Borderlands (Once again, she does some awful stuff but everyone in this series, especially everyone from Hyperion, is a terrible person to some extent. She may have betrayed Rhys but that just makes me love her all the more, but I do understand some folks might take that personally)

5. Terra- Teen Titans, the cartoon in particular (Comics Terra is a whole different kettle of fish, but cartoon Terra is just... my heart breaks for her. She could have and probably should have made better choices, but I'm not gonna pretend I don't get why she did what she did)

4. Trianna- The Inheritance Cycle (Gonna be honest, I have not read these books in like... 15 years? And I cannot remember much about Trianna except that I had a huge crush on her and all the fans hate her for some reason. She's at this spot because I can't remember her doing anything evil per se, just self-serving)

3. Fiona- A Series of Unfortunate Events (It's been a while since I read the books but I remember she was my absolute favorite character and yet people hated her just because she was bristly at times. ...and because she turned on the main characters, that probably played a role, but still)

2. Luna- Mega Man Star Force (I feel like the vitriol aimed at her has lessened a lot along with the fandom thinning due to that whole no-new-games-in-15-years deal, but some of the things I saw back in the day just... yikes. She is literally just a preteen girl what's wrong with some people)

1. Sam- Supernatural (Sam is here because seriously what the fuck. I never understood and will never understand why he was so hated)

Honorable mention: Dorothy- Gundam Wing (While I believe she definitely was hated to some extent, she's mostly here because my friends watched Gundam Wing before I did and when they found out I was getting to where Dorothy shows up they were like "oh you're gonna hate her" and instead 13-year-old me fell instantly in love)

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Dsmpblr stuff in one big archive post

The fake ranboo arg (run by a blog some people thought was ranboo or a kinnie. It never was, but instead was some sort of arg surrounding the ranboo lore. Multiple characters, like the Duke, duchess, and a discord server where people started translating the posts (which were all in ender, or minecraft galactic) (link to doc)

Minesonas, and then subsequently citizen memes. This was contained within three non-consecutive weeks, where people were discussing whether lmanburg had citizens or if it did, what would it be like?

People upset over ghostburs library being blown up. There were a lot of books in there important to a storyline, and some blogs were very upset they couldn't be archived

Mcytblr awards, which had a doc and everything (link)

DSMP sexyman!!!!! The competition one blog held to go over all the supposed sexymen in mcytblr, and if they were or not. The doc for this is here (link)

Dilfcourse (world sluttiest absent father) this went on prior to philza eventually finding out he was being called a dilf, and I think there may have been a poll (?) About who was the biggest dilf right after the one mcc with all new art of certain male ccs, but it also basically ended when philza got temporarily mad about tumblrites not wanting him on tumblr, and discovered dilfza. Then when he said he didn't like it, the entire "titty window" philza design disappeared and everyone stopped posting dilfza.

Philza nerfing a blog for an url (I think it turned out that tumblr did it? But it was still WEIRD) and EVERYONE got mad about it.

The one quackity kinnie blog? During this time, a ton of kinnie blogs popped up and the quackity one sticks in my head because it was kind of convincing

Drinnie. Another kinnie blog, I actually never knew if this one was real. It was more activ3 before I joined, but it was still a pretty large thing in small mcytblr.

Whatever we had going on with piss. I think dream started the pissbaby thing and it stuck. That was so big for so long

The split between dteamblr and dsmpblr. Also the protectiveness we kind of handed off between them. Being such a closely related fandom in the publics eyes, dsmpblr and dteamblr would both get hate anons about Dream and I still recall going to bat for them sometimes. Also the discussed "gnf sickness". I don't want to mention him because he's a horrible man and deserves jailtime but it was a part of it.

Mcytboundaries. Does anyone else remember that blog? That thing was so important in the first seven months I was here.

The death of kinnies. When those few kinnie blogs that cropped up started getting really upset over getting tons of copypastas and took them seriously. I remember being so annoyed at them because if you make a kinnie blog (NOT a roleplay blog) thats the culture!!! You knew that was going to happen!!!! Put a disclaimer in your bio or something gosh.

Beacon lamps sudden ubiquitous posts. Similarly with 420technoblazeit, sometimes there would be a joke that just stuck around because it was them who posted it.

This one's more recent, but those sootblr bloggers who kept having almost e-sex in random peoples notes. Even bloggers outside of mcytblr. What was up with those guys

Not wanting ccs on tumblr. Not an event, just the overarching opinion that it would be a bad thing. It slowly died off as an opinion during late 22, something that made me and a few other og mcytblrs very sad or hesitant because people would start sharing tumblr posts with the ccs. I remember It felt like the final death of og mcytblr to me

Does anyone remember if there was that one dsmp citizen server and if it actually happened???? That might be a fake memory.

Tubbo tumblr!! This is multiple events, but he mentioned he had one in early dsmp, and it kind of overjoyed people. Then, months later, he started scrolling on stream and people made posts (INCLUDING myself) about being so genuinely scared of him being online. Out of all of the "dsmper makes a tumblr" instances, I think this was the one with the most positive reaction.

Fuck dream hoodie (instagram) and mcytblrs reaction. Went in a really funny direction

Youtooz stealing mcytblr artists fanart

Hermitblr theory stolen by matpats yt channel and no reply

KARL HATEPOSTING. When for a month in 2021 everyone just HATED him for no real reason, maybe because of tftsmp?. I think it stemmed from two blogs, and then got its start in og mcytblr circles. I remember my ex mutual squid got too into it, it was really crazy. Why did we even do that.

Love or hosts.....love or hosts and the liveblogs...

The like, Hermitcraft vs Dsmpblr sudden dichotomy. One day I remember all of a sudden there were hermit blogs, and a few dsmp blogs after them, that started getting really pissy over people referring to dsmpblr as "mcytblr" because it wasn't the whole of mcytblr. Gosh that was so stupid and funny.

Those days people posted about crying over lost vods. Whenever someone did, it would catch like a virus and EVERYONE would start talking about how sad it was.

Kroger anon...Hearty anon...my loves. Hearty Anon was like the darling of mcytblr. I didn't even know they were a real blog I just thought they were like Kroger Anon. Always wanted one of those.

Finding out wooteena was like 11. Not actually eleven, but seriously everyone thought they were like an adult person I don't know.

Subtle, but the mcytblr friendgroups and different parts having beef with each other. It was really lowkey, but I'm sorry metfell and conarcoin and their whole deal had some real haters. thats probably because they were kinda mean sometimes.

INNITER OPRESSION. gosh I remember how giddy I would get defending myself over the url and saying it was just the first thing I thought of. If you had a certain url you were a magnet for sections of mcytblr in the silliest of ways I loved it so much. little cultural pockets for every streamer.

Mcytblrs reaction to the mcytwt trending writer. I thought that was so funny.

THE TUMBLR PODCAST. Those guys on tumblr that talked about us once!!!! On a podcast!!!! Similarly, all those times we dominated not only the trending page when there was a stream, but also the fandom reports tumblr put out about which keywords and tags were most popular. Whenever someone dropped down or moved up it was really "campeao del Mundo" in the mcytblr tags. And the slow decline and us being really really sad when a spot went -15...

DOES anyone else remember the triad. Mcyt reddit, Twitter, and tumblr. How Twitter thought we had a rivals to lovers thing but actually we just hated their guts. There was fanart and everything

When the Twitter refugees came over and the first wave was semi hate and semi welcoming. Everyone came around for the second wave, but the first exodus was 85% hesitant welcome and 15% vitriol and fear.

The discourse about calling them Twitter refugees??? Because refugees are "an actual thing" we couldn't call them that anymore. I just thought it was a little stupid.

Not a specific "event" but more a shift from analysis posts and liveblogs to art and headcanon posting. There was a time in the beginning where everyone theorized about anything and everything. As the dsmp aged and mcytblr grew it became so much more isolated, I still don't understand why people stopped using liveblog tags. Bring them back!!!!! Aurghh!!!!!!

When mcytblr (like nine people out of it) started going after some dude? I forget. But there was a harassment campaign, and death threats allegedly and some big blogs made a whole deal out of it and started saying how mcytblr was no different or better than mcytwt and I don't remember if it was justified or stupid. It was for sure after the first Twitter migration and possibly after the second.

Mcytblr crafting stuff. Such an awesome group of people. I think there's an archive for mcytblr crafts, btw, it's @mcytcrafts

Just about everything I remember, besides the discourse about tommy/others getting rid of the dsmp monuments or builds that had been there a really long time like the Wal-Mart and it being really heated for a while. By the time jack and tubbo started planting potatoes everyone was cool about the whole thing.

@mcytblr-archive

I don't want to write anymore :( I think like two of these are kind of my-circle specific but I'm unsure so I included them anyway. Hope it's useful!

Edit; Tapeworm post.